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Slex -Lex Luthor/Slade Wilson. Mostly MAWS version.
Slex- Headcanons, Answered Asks and 100 word Drabbles
Mixed DC -Tim/Kon, JonDami,Creature Commandos, Batman/Batfam Shenanigans, Clex.
Invincible
Misc.Works - Arcane, Devil May Cry, Hazbin.
Another rapid fire round of Slex Headcanons! Been a while so we're just gonna jump right back in. Peep that title and proceed with caution cause some of these are gonna get heated~ +18 obvs lol Pt.1 , Pt.2 , Slex Headcanon Masterlist
Lex will always prefer to takes showers at night. He doesn't have a proper nightly routine but he tired to keep one once.
It ended on just the second night when he stayed up late working and didn't understand why he was so tired until he looked out the window and saw the sun coming up.
Slade often gets annoyed with how anal Lex is about taking showers at night. They head to bed way too late? Lex gotta take a shower and Slade has to wait for his man. They fool around and get messy? Lex has to take a shower before he goes to bed while Slade is all pissed cause he WANTED Lex to spend the night all messy in bed with him.
Even though he's so particular about himself, Lex doesn't actually give a shit if Slade takes a shower or not before bed. He knows that Slade will take one at some point so it's not an issue.
Slade pees in the shower but wont admit it.
Lex tries to save himself time in the shower before bed and brushes his teeth in the shower.
Lex routinely showers with his glasses on. He cracked two ribs once when he was showering without them and won't dare risk it again.
LEX IS A BLANKET THIEF.
Slade doesn't actually give a shit that Lex takes the covers. Slade typically just sleeps with the blanket pulled up to his chest anyway so it's not like he's cold sensitive.
Slade would be happy with a mattress on the floor and a single pillow but Lex demands a more cushy bed.
Once he realized that Lex was full committed to getting a new bed set up, Slade only had one condition. Wooden headboard.
Lex didn't realize why it was such a sharp sticking point in the decision making process until they christened the new furniture the first night they had it.
Lex constantly scolds Slade for snacking in bed but Slade doesn't listen.
Lex can't sleep if the TV is too loud or too bright, he would actually prefer for the room to be totally dark at night but that doesn't happen.
Slade needs the TV to be on for him to actually get to sleep. He hates trying to go down in a pitch black room. It puts him away too much on edge and he'll just stay up all night tossing and turning.
Lex floated the idea of a nightlight but Slade promptly said 'Fuck No'.
If they aren't in bed to fuck, the pair actually doesn't speak much while lying in bed at night.
Lex knows that if he's talking in bed then he's not sleeping or fucking, so if he's up he might as well be doing something productive. This boy does NOT bedrot.
Slade just likes his night to be nearing an end if he's in bed and they aren't fucking.
That's not to say they ignore eachother though! Slade will prop himself up in bed and watch shit on the TV with the lights off and Lex, while trying to shield his eyes from the light radiating off of the screen, will turn towards Slade and practically cuddle into him.
Slade usually has to take Lex's glasses off for him. Lex is terrible about taking them off before he gets settled in bed.
Slade has 0 problem about jacking off with Lex sleeping next to him in bed. He'll even look over and watch Lex sleep while he does it. He doesn't even bother to try and keep his voice down while he does it.
Slade highkey wants to wake Lex up when he does it.
Lex has woken up exactly 3 times because Slade moans too damn loud when he cums.
Slade falls asleep after Lex 9/10 times. That 10% where Slade goes down before Lex, Lex will turn off the TV and get comfy. Only to wake up the next morning with his head hurting and his glasses fucked up because he slept with them on, the frames having been digging into the side of his head all night.
Lex fell in love with Slade first but Slade fell harder.
When it comes to kink exploration, Slade is way more open about telling Lex he wants to try new things but getting him to actually try them is the hard part.
Like, Slade will admit almost immediately share when he finds a new kink but he's surprisingly slow to introduce in the bedroom. Lex is a bit more skeptical about exploring new things but once he decides he's down for it he actually gets impatient and will just jump into it without actually discussing it first.
Funfact, that's how acupuncture play got introduced and banned within a single night at their place.
Slade doesn't want a boat but he wants to fuck Lex on a boat!
Lex doesn't want a yacht but he wants to fuck Slade on a yacht.
Believe it or not those are two different things and the two of them will defend that with their lives.
Lex had never given head before so it was a very step learning curve. He used teeth...
Slade...Slade was pretty sore after the first time. He had fun! He thinks...
Slade was eager to teach Lex by repeatedly showing him but he's pretty sure Lex intentionally kept giving shitty blowjobs just so Slade would give them to him.
That's not the case. Lex just sucked at sucking for a while.
Despite looks, both men are actually switches! Slade just prefers being a service top and Lex prefers bottoming. That being said, sometimes Slade pulls a pillow princess routine and Lex decides to pull rank and wants to dominate Slade, it just depends on the mood.
Slade will just walk around in his boxers in the apartment.
Speaking of, Slade only had a one bedroom apartment before he moved in with Lex. Once Lex became CEO of his own company, he splurged on a nicer apartment and didn't hesitate to move Slade in.
Before they went public with the relationship, the cover was just that Slade was a live in, full time bodyguard. That's actually what happened, so it's technically the truth, but it's still just a good cover story to have anyway.
Lex has small feet. He can't fit into kid's sizes but he's only like a size 8 in men's.
Slade wears a fake wedding band and it pisses Lex off SO MUCH. He started wearing it just to pick up chicks at bars and its just become a part of his normal attire.
It does not help the rumors lol
Lex is intent on giving Slade a proper wedding band at some point but he's keeping that close to his chest for now.
Slade learns that Lex never attended his senior prom, he wont tell Slade why but he's determined to find out why.
Eventually Lex caves and tells Slade that it's for two reasons. He thought it was stupid. And nobody asked him.
That's when Lex tells Slade that because he was in advanced placement classes and because he skipped a grade, he was about two years younger than everyone in his graduating class.
Lex was also a very dorky teen, like the adult he is now, so that coupled with the age difference didn't leave him as anyone's first choice.
Slade, in a moment of romantic zeal, plans a small two person prom.
He snuck into an unused research room in LexCorp and set everything up. A small lattice arch for them to walk under, balloons done up, a few streamers that are halfassedly put up, mood lightning set while a small speaker softly plays music. Slade even tried to set up a snack table like you'd have at a normal prom but it's got more things suited to Slade's taste than Lex's but it's still pretty good.
Lex is very VERY embarrassed and almost backs out of the room when he sees what Slade planned but he stops when Slade extends out a hand towards him before he speaks.
A chance encounter in an elevator ends up with Slade and Lex running away together...Well they're running to the panel room because now both these boys are running late!
Chapter 5: Panel-ize Me
As the elevator door opens, Slade scrambles to shove the contents of his backpack back into the rucksack. He’d hastily pulled out a few items in search of the backup tee-shirt he usually packs in his bag—it’s always good to have a spare shirt bullshit should ensue but in his hurry he’d seemingly forgotten to pack an extra. Slade stands back up once again and slings his bag over his shoulder, body already moving to exit the elevator as he’s eager to get away from the crowd of people who were too impatient for the two people already in the lift to exit.
‘Good thing Lex-WAIT!’ Slade’s thoughts were interrupted when he suddenly snapped back to reality, whipping around to look back at Lex, Slade realized his #1 fan and donor was struggling to shove his way past the group of people.
Basic social anxiety coupled with his fear of doing a massive social faux-pas hinders Lex from making any progress in exiting the elevator. Every time he manages to get a step closer to the doorway, Lex is forced back by either another person getting onto the elevator or someone already in the lift moving in a way that creates an impasse for him.
“Excuse-wait! Sorry, can I just-ohhf! Hey! Please, I just-” Lex’s voice far more timid than he’d meant but he’s not able to bring himself to actually manage a proper complaint. One hand gripped around the small sling bag on his side while he has the sweaty black tee clenched tightly to his chest. His eyes widen as his anxiousness grows, he needs to get off the elevator and his nerves are growing more and more frayed with each passing second he’s forced to be in this crowded elevator.
His vision starts to blur as the panic sets in, his shoulders shaking lightly as his head spins. It’s too many people in too small of a space and he needs to get out of here. He almost begins to hyperventilate until a voice cuts through the panic and brings him out of his daze.
“LEX!”
Fretful eyes focus as Lex snaps his head forward and his eyes catch Slade’s gaze. Without thinking and with no hesitation, Lex outstretches his arm towards Slade in a silent plea for rescue. He hadn’t even realized he’d done it until Slade meets him half way, a strong hand suddenly wrapped around his wrist that robustly pulls him out of his temporary hell. Lex is freed from the confines of the elevator and the anguish was being in such close proximity to so many strangers.
Lex stumbled out, nearly tripping over his own feet as he practically rushed towards Slade. The elevator closes and begins its ascent while Lex is still trying to get his bearings. His shoulders lightly shaking as he tries to calm down, his fingers digging into the black fabric of Slade’s shirt as he clutches his chest, slowly but surely soothing his nerves as he grounds himself. He shakes his head while he brings a hand up to his face, fiddling nervously with his glasses while he looks up at Slade and goes to apologize but he’s stopped mid-atonement.
“I-I’m so-”
“You good?” Slade’s head is dipped low so that he can look Lex in the eyes better, concern exposed on every inch of the taller man’s face as he asks. The hold Slade has on Lex’s wrist tightens ever so slightly, the soft squeeze of assurance accidental yet endlessly appreciated.
“Y-Yeah…I’m good…” Lex's weak voice wavers, tripping over his words as he blushes from Slade’s interest.
Impossibly in sync, both men look down at their touch before they both pull away in embarrassment. Sharing a soft laugh as they move, Slade stands up straighter and rubs the back of his head while Lex throws his head to the side and shrinks his shoulders inward. Slade trying to make himself feel bigger, untouchable, unshakable. While Lex seemingly prays that no one dares look his way.
An award silence slowly fills the space between the two men. Neither knowing what to say or how to say it. This isn’t how either man thought their first meeting would go and it was far from perfect.
Slade came across like a total jackass, one that’s so self-centered he failed to notice an entire other person in a small elevator. The kind of guy that thinks the whole world revolves around him. He had no problem shoving his way through a crowd of people and no problem just grabbing Lex. He took no boundaries into account that entire time. He’s just a dick…
Lex on the other hand felt like he was a total mess. A blushing, fretful ball of nerves and skittishness that can barely function. He’s so forgettable and inconsequential that he was totally ignorable to a guy he’s been practically drooling over for months. He couldn’t even get out of an elevator without needing help from another person and he still almost had a panic attack. How pathetic and sad…
That’s how they saw themselves.
But how did the other see them?
To Lex, Slade came across like a confident guy. Someone that knows what he wants and doesn’t see an issue with making it happen. The kind of person that knows his self-worth and isn’t afraid to take what he wants. He isn’t scared. He doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t fret. Slade is a guy that doesn’t care who’s watching him and doesn’t make other people’s opinions of him a main concern. He knows what he wants. He knows who he is.
And to Slade? Lex is a conscientious guy. The kind of person who thinks before he acts. He’s careful. He’s calculated. He’s got social awareness aplenty and knows how to behave himself. He’s a prepared guy that’s seemingly put together! He’s attentive and mindful. He’s got his life together. He’s an astute, patient and perceptive man—quaities that any adult should strive to achieve.
Both men go to try and break the silence but they only end up interrupting each other once again.
“I just want to say thank-”
“Thanks! For the shi-”
Slade lets out a nervous chuckle while Lex snaps his mouth shut. Lex tries to tell Slade that he should go first but Slade does the same. The pair moving in a back and forth, ebb and flow dynamic that would make even the most tropeish romantic comedies groan in annoyance.
“You! You go first, please!” Lex demands lightly, his weight shifting back and forth from one foot to the next as he looks up at Slade.
“Ok, ok. Sorry about the whole…shirt thing.” Slade starts, his thumb pointing to the shirt in Lex’s hands before he flicks his wrist back to point at his chest towards the purple shirt Lex gave him to wear.
“Oh-OH! I-I…You-You’re so fine…Shit! No! You-you are fine! It’s-it’s not a problem!” Lex struggles, blushing more when he gave an unnecessary—though not untrue—compliment while he dismisses Slade’s apology. “I-I should be saying sorry to you for that whole…elevator fiasco…”
“What? Dude, no fucking way. That wasn’t you, man! That was total bullshit! You don’t get on an elevator before the other people get off it, that’s just fucking rude.” Slade waves his hand, trying to downplay the whole endeavour for Lex’s sake.
“Still…Thanks…” Lex manages out a quick gratitude, hoping that the blush on his face can just be explained away because the convention hall they’re in is just a little too warm.
“Well then thanks for the shirt…You saved my ass, man. I ended up running from my hotel here and it’s so fucking hot out that I was sweating way too much for comfort. Like I feel like I ran a damn marathon!” Slade chuckles loudly, snickering while he shakes his head before looking back down at Lex, expecting the smaller man to hand over the sodden shirt but he doesn’t move to.
“Oh! That!” Slade’s eye flickers down to the shirt Lex still has as he starts to reach out for it, but he stops and he forces his sightline up back when Lex continues. “Yeah. You're welcome…I-I had actually intended to give the shirt to you later…” Lex admits, his hands tightening their hold on the black shirt still close to his chest while he speaks, internally kicking himself for choosing to admit something so embarrassing in this already borderline shameful interaction.
“Heh what?” Slade tilts his to the right side, white bangs swaying in turn. The black and orange eyepatch Slade wears finally fully visible to Lex for the first time. Most of the time it’s hidden behind white fringe, only occasionally being seen when Slade moves his head abruptly to the side or when he fixes his bangs or adjusts his headphones.
“I just thought it was going to be a funny bit! Like I had this whole cool line planned in my head…” Lex relents, his foot tapping nervously as he speaks. He dares not look at Slade directly, the almost innocent gleam in Slade’s eye just a little too much for the poor guy to handle.
“Really? You were gonna give me a gift and you had a line prepped?! C’mon. Let’s hear it!” Slade crosses his arms over his chest, excited by the idea that the dude who has basically been his sugar daddy for the last few months had a bit planned.
“What?! NO!” Lex would rather die than actually say it now. He can’t even explain why he felt the need to disclose the fact that the shirt was intended for him the whole time! And the idea of Lex actually saying that stupid line to Slade in person?! Not gonna happen!
“Oh, man, come on! Please???” Slade pleads with Lex in a teasing manner, his bottom lip jutting out ever so slightly before he gives Lex a quick flash of puppy dog eyes—except he’s just got the one.
Lex chokes on nothing. His mouth suddenly dry and a lump quickly forms in his throat as he watches Slade.
“Please? I’m already wearing the shirt, and since you said you were gonna give it to me anyway, I’m keeping it. So come on. Out with it. Just let me hear the line, Lexi!” There Slade goes, using the nickname he’s long since blessed Lex with. The first time either one of them had properly acknowledged the fact that while this is their first time meeting, they are very, very familiar with one another.
The tips of Lex’s ears darken with a crimson blush, thankfully it’s hidden by his hair but he can still feel the heat radiating off of them while he sighs heavily.
“F-Fine…But don’t laugh!”
“Pfft, no promises.”
“You laugh and I take back the shirt…” Lex mutters under his breath. He doesn’t know how convincing he actually was but he had to at least try.
“Fine, fine. No laughing. Scouts honor.”
“Are you even a scout…?” Lex can’t recall any time Slade had made mention of it in any of his streams but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t in them and just didn’t reference it yet.
“You’re deflecting, aren’t you?” Slade smirks, flashing Lex a quick toothy grin in an attempt to woo the man even more. Trying to lure him into exposing what that little preplanned, hopefully flirtatious, line was.
“Alright, alright…I…I was going to try and be all confident and say something like ‘Oh, well since I buy so much of your merch, I thought it was time to give you some of mine’ And I was going to try and be all cool about it…” Lex can feel his cheeks once again rising in temperature as he exposes the secret.
“Huh…” Slade starts, burying just how much he loved the declaration before he dares utter another word. “That wasn’t even that bad…I don’t know why’d you be so embarrassed by that.”
Lex prepares to call Slade a damn liar but he stops when he feels the phone in his bag start vibrating before he hears his alarm go off and when he gets a notification on his smart watch. Similarly, Slade turns his head to the side to look back at his butt pocket before he reaches for his phone, his own alarm going off too.
“Shit! It’s already 5:30!?” “5:30, already?!” Dual utterances of disbelief break whatever moment these two were starting to have. Both men look up from their devices and attempt to excuse himself.
“I-I gotta get going! I can’t miss the panel preview debrief or these event staffers are gonna make my life hell this weekend!” Slade is already taking side steps to start heading towards the convention hall he has to book it down if he’s going to make this meeting in time but he can’t bring himself to leave Lex right away. “We cool, right?! You’ll hit me up after the panel or-fuck are you going that way too!?”
“I mean I was planning on it! I wanted to be already in the panel room before half-past to get a good seat!” Lex was following Slade’s no quiet committed retreating form as he spoke, pulling out a little convention center map with the room they need to get to already circled, just for another extra layer of preparedness.
Slade’s eye widens when he sees just how far they’ve got to run if they’re going to make it. With a heavy not so contemplative sigh, Slade grabs hold of Lex’s wrist once again before he looks down at the smaller man, flashing a determined smirk his way before he speaks.
“Come on then! We got ground to cover, Lexi!”
Lex doesn’t get a moment to process, let alone a second to answer before Slade has already taken off down the hall, tugging Lex behind him in a tight hold as they run. Lex wishes with all his heart that he had tried harder in PE during school but there is something magically about this…
Despite the full and crowded convention, the only person Lex can focus on is the one holding onto his hand as they run down the hall together. Slade’s bright white hair acting as a beacon as Lex chases after him. Every once in a while Slade turns his head back, just to make sure Lex is doing alright with the hurried pace that they’re running. Each time he does and he sees that Lex is good, Slade makes sure to give him a quick little smile before he turns back around to look out for any obstacle.
All seems well. All is going good. Until they actually get to the panel room. Slade lets go of Lex’s wrist and offers a quick goodbye before he goes over to find a member of the convention staff, hoping that his meager 6 minutes before panel is enough to suffice but he’s sadly mistaken.
Just as Lex goes to enter the panel room, he catches a glimpse of just how packed the room already is. Standing room only. His shoulders drop in annoyance and his eye twitches in aggravation before something else catches his eye. Off to the side still outside the main room, Slade is getting chewed out by not one member of staff but by three!
Every time Slade goes to speak he’s practically shouted down.
“Mr.Wilson, it doesn’t matter what you were doing! You were supposed to be in the green room by no later than 5:30! We can’t let you go on with the rest of the panel, each other member was already debriefed and we can’t allow you to go on without having been brought up to speed.”
“I-I get that I was late but it’s still before 6! I’m technically not late…late?” Slade tries his normal charm to no avail.
“Mr.Wilson, you have 3 minutes. You’re not going on this panel. Next time you’ll be sure to be EARLY to avoid such fiascos”
“I didn’t even know I had to do this debrief at 5:30 before I checked in at 5, it’s not fa-” Slade once again is scolded, this time flinching back slightly when he’s snapped at. The realization that he might have royally just fucked up a big step in his career slowly weighing down on him.
“Every other member of the panel was checked in by 3. The only member who wasn’t already in the green room by 5 was YOU! You’re lack of care isn’t our pr-”
“Please! Let me go on, I-” Slade’s dire plea is interrupted by a hail mary of a gamble.
“Excuse me.” In steps Lex. Shoulders back. Face stern and determined. And his demeanor a rather stark contrast to what Slade had interacted with previously. Slade turns to look back at Lex with a confused face while two of the three staff look suddenly scared and stiff, the third one just looking a bit confused. Especially when the other two change up their attitude so quickly.
“M-Mr. Luthor! W-we weren’t told you’d be attending this convention…A-are you-Were you added as a guest speaker or-”
“No.” Lex’s words are harsh, cutting off the stammering staffer as he fixes his glasses before continuing. “I was giving -D3ATH5TR0KE- here a new shirt. I hope this convention doesn’t look down on sponsors interacting with their talent…”
“Sp-sponsor?!” The most senior staffer stepping forward, quickly shuffling through some papers in their hands before they look back up at Lex in bewilderment. “We-We didn’t have confirmation that you-that you’re sponsoring Mr. Wil-”
“ -D3ATH5TR0KE-” It’s a sharp correction from Lex, one that has Slade standing up a bit straighter before he takes a small step backwards to stand closer to Lex. Lex gives Slade a quick smile, one that he hopes conveys that this is meant as a helpful gesture.
“That-That you’re sponsoring -D3ATH5TR0KE- …We-We weren’t aware…But it still…uhm…it’s still policy that he was supposed to be debriefed beforehand…”
“Well, I needed him to change into his new shirt before he went on. If you’re going to yell at anyone you can yell at me.” Lex changes his stance slightly, as if he’s daring the person to actually try and yell at him the way he’d been yelling at Slade. “If it’s still that important.”
The person looks at the other two, one who looks pretty much petrified and the other who just shrugs.
“Well…I-I suppose since he was with-”
“Good.” And with that, Lex turns his attention back to Slade while a quick smile. “Go on then. Enjoy the panel. We can talk more after, alright?”
Slade looks down at him with a wide eye and he gives a soft nod before he follows one of the staffers so that he can get to the stage properly.
Slade takes the second he has to quickly pull out his phone and send Lex a quick text message.
‘Are you really going to be my sponsor?’
Lex was hoping to get that message and he’s already typing out his reply.
‘I mean…You are already wearing my shirt…’
Slade doesn’t get a chance to respond before he gets on stage but he doesn’t need to. The poorly hidden wide grin and ever so slight blush dusting his cheeks are a good sign…but the real nail in the coffin is the stupidly excited smile he gives Lex when he finally sees him again when he takes his seat on the panel.
Lex’s hands fiddle gently with the black shirt in his fingers while Slade nervously rubs hands along the bright purple fabric at the hem of the shirt that has Lex’s brand on the front.
‘This might be worth it after all…’ Both men think in sync with the other.
Lex develops an obsession with Slade after he spies on him working out in the gym. +18 obvs.
TW: obsessive behavior and voyeurism
What defines an obsession? Is it when you have this overwhelming desire to obtain something…or someone? Or is it just an exaggeration of need? Might it just be a prelude to so much more?
Couldn’t it just be something genuinely sincere? Couldn’t it just be love that’s blossomed and bloomed at either an inopportune time or in an unwelcoming environment? An attraction that has all the hallmarks of true love? One that if nurtured and tended to would lose some more of the unsavory elements of its nature?
That could be the case. But that’s only if the obsession is allowed to breathe. Is said out loud so that the secret isn’t clouded with shame. Even it being whispered or falling on deaf ears is better than it being tucked so deep within a person that it turns from something borderline troublesome to something far worse.
Overpowering desperation morphs and evolves into something sick and twisted. What one might call love and devotion spirals into territory best not acted upon.
Lex isn’t normally self reflected and he isn’t about to start now. What he’s doing he wouldn’t dare utter out loud, even under duress but in his mind he’s well within his rights to do so. What happens within the walls of his office is his business and his alone. And what goes on in the rest of the building is also his business.
It started off innocently enough, if you can believe that. His eyes scan the monitor of his computer while he cycles through the cameras he has in the building, not looking for anything in particular. He’s not once ever paid too much attention to the cameras he has in the gym the security team uses to work out and train in. Not until recently.
Not until he saw a sight that suddenly made him have a keen interest in those cameras. The same sight that was the first spark that would go to ignite his new obsession. His new infatuation with a familiar foeish fiend that turned friendly enough— if you call a precarious partnership friendly.
Lex hadn’t meant to stare. Slade’s built frame looked as if it had been carved from marble in the tight black shirt that’s clinging to him. Even over the security feed Lex could see the slight reddening of Slade’s cheeks, his arm glistening with sweat as he brings a small towel to his forehead to wipe his brow. He stretches his arms lazily before he lifts a water bottle up, spraying just a little from the container onto his face as he shakes his head in an effort to cool down before once again wiping his face with the towel. Slade has no reason to believe anyone is watching him at that moment as he’s completely alone in the gym, that sense of privacy seemingly softening Slade’s normally abrasive and harsh self.
The way he tilts his head as he scrolls on his phone, the small smile Lex can safely say he’s never seen before, and the slightly goofy way Slade bobs his head along to whatever music he’s listening to in his earbuds as he walks to a different area in the gym.
Lex didn’t even realize his gaze was lingering until Slade walked out of camera view and he hurriedly clicked to the next camera to try and find him again. Though he’s glad he did when he catches Slade nonchalantly lifting his shirt and chucking it off to the side, the garment landing closeish to what Lex believes to be Slade’s workout bag.
Lex’s eyes widening and his cheeks quickly dusting with a light pinkish hue as he gets a personal show of Slade’s toned body. Lex continued to observe Slade as the man went about his workout, totally unaware that someone was watching his every move and memorizing every inch of the exposed flesh.
Gulping hard, Lex relaxes lightly into his chair as he watches his new favorite show. Every step Slade takes makes his heart skip a beat, each turn of his head and every unintentional toss of his hair creates a small ever growing pit in Lex’s stomach.
He doesn’t know how long he watches for, he lost track of that fact long ago, probably somewhere in between Slade taking off his shirt and when he stretched in such a way where Lex got an excellent view of the arch Slade’s back.
It can’t last forever and there is a part of him that’s glad it doesn’t. The now unignorable ache of his growing erection suddenly calling out for his attention. Lex doesn’t let himself think too hard about the fact that it was Slade that did this to him. He can’t bring himself to acknowledge such a heinous truth… so he doesn’t.
Lex resigns to finish himself off with his hand, his head turned to the side against the soft fabric of his office chair with his eyes squeezed shut. Soft gasps and pants spill from him, his hand slick with his own precum as he replays what he just saw over and over in his mind, but he makes sure to blur out Slade’s face the entire time. Chasing his high as his pace quickens, Lex bites his lip while he bucks his hips upwards in sync with his strokes, muffled moans still managing to fill the otherwise silent air in his office.
He wasn’t allowing himself to acknowledge the truth. The truth that it was Slade that got him so bothered. But he’s not able to lie to himself forever. As Lex’s rhythm slipped into an erratic pace, his mind clouded with lust as he replayed the best bits from the show Slade gave him. With each stroke he neared his end, every brush of his tip with his thumb threatened to send him over the edge.
Every memory of Slade’s exquisite body forced Lex closer to two things. His own climax and the truth. His chest heaves as he nears his orgasm, his pupils wide with sensual yearning as he hesitantly opens them. His eyes cast upwards to the ceiling, his mouth open as a bead of droll runs down his chin, and his cheeks are painted an embarrassingly deep shade of crimson.
He’s teetering on the edge longer than he'd like. His voice carries an obsequious nature as his pleading moans litter the room.
“Pl-please…please…”
Lex closes his eyes tightly as his mind fully succumbs to its worst thoughts. A loud cry echoes through the office as Lex arches his back, his legs shaking as he kicks his feet against the edge of his desk.
What did it? What sent him over the edge? Easy.
Slade.
The face Lex couldn’t stand just this morning. The man that pissed him off to no end at each possible turn. The person he’d only entered into his partnership with out of necessity.
The man who just became his new fixation.
Lex arches his back and cums into his own hand, his thick seed coats his trembling fingers as he works himself through the orgasm. His breathing coming out in heavy pants while his steadily works his way down from his high.
HIs mind slowly comes back to him as he tries to regain his senses. Lex hurriedly grabs some tissues from his desk to clean himself off, not daring to get up before he’s at least a little more presentable before he quickly tucks himself back into his pants and turns off the security camera feed.
Lex tries to move on. Tries to ignore what he just did but Slade is now burned into his mind. Lex throws himself into the work he wanted to get done today, toiling away as he desperately tries to outrun the nagging voice in the back of his mind. Minutes turn to hours and soon the sun that was high in the sky now rests off in the distance, warm orange hues cascading along the clouds that clutter the horizon as dusk nears.
That’s when the man of the hour appears.
Without knocking, Slade lets himself into Lex’s office to collect the acting CEO so they can leave. Slade is his bodyguard after all so it only makes sense. It’s getting late and Slade doesn’t want to be at work any longer than he has to.
“Yo, Luthor. Let’s fucking go. I’m starving.” Slade calls out to Lex with indignation and mild disrespect, the once grating voice now hitting Lex’s ears in a different way.
Lex’s head pops up quickly, his glasses askew on his face as he pulls his nose out of his work to look over at Slade. Praying his flushed cheeks don’t give him away, Lex sputters out a quick acknowledgement before he promptly scurries to pack up for the day.
Just like they do every day, the pair leaves the building together. And just like every day, Slade drops Lex off at his apartment before he takes himself home. Nothing new or out of the ordinary for the pair.
Slade doesn’t even notice, or at least he didn’t mention, the remnants of a blush that’s on Lex’s face. He didn’t seem to notice how wrinkled Lex’s shirt was. He doesn’t seem to pick up on all the little glances Lex was stealing the entire car ride home—he was on Slade’s right side so that probably helped.
Once he’s home, Lex finds himself replaying the events of the day. Trying to make heads or tails of what happened in his office.
“It-It was nothing. I was just a little too pent up is all…” Lex shakes his head to the side, trying to chase away the memories that tease and the desires that haunt him.
He tells himself that it doesn’t mean anything.
He’s a liar.
He tells himself it was a one time thing.
He’s a liar.
The next day Lex finds himself once again flipping through the security cameras. And once again his eyes find Slade. He isn’t alone this time but that surprisingly doesn’t bother—or dissuade— Lex’s watchful eyes.
Each sway in Slade’s step. Every strand of hair that falls out of place. Each time his lips part to laugh. Every time Slade lifts his shirt and typically hidden patch of flesh is exposed. In Lex’s mind—in his delusions—Slade’s doing it for him.
At first Lex tries to keep it normal—if that’s even possible. Only checking in on the cameras periodically, trying to convince himself that he’s not looking for a certain white-haired, one-eyed companion. He fails to keep himself sane while the idea of Slade slowly creeps and ensnares his every waking thought.
He falls into a predatory routine.
Come to work. Check in on Slade. Do some research and labwork. Check in on Slade. Have lunch. Watch Slade. Through the day, Lex ends up flipping through the cameras in search of Slade dozens of times.
After only two weeks, Lex has Slade’s gym routine memorized. He knows what time he goes. He knows what days Slade focuses on what workouts. He even learns that Slade color codes his gym clothes to what day of the week it is and cycles them out.
Each day this obsession slowly consumes him and Slade is none the wiser. The bodyguard has no idea that every second they’re apart his image haunts Lex’s thoughts.
Lex never acknowledges this. He doesn’t dare utter the fondness out loud. To say it is to make it true. To make it something real. To make it something he would have to deal with.
Desire never spoken.
Longing never natured soon spirals into a shameful obsession that only exists within the four walls of Lex’s office.
Here it is safe. Safe for eyes to linger. Safe to lust. Safe to wonder and dream. Safe to yearn.
Dark clouds block the sunlight of the day. The lights in Lex’s office dim as he flips through the security cameras in search of his muse. In search of the object of his affection.
In search of his Slade.
A low rumbling of thunder can be heard off in the distance as Lex’s impassioned eyes run up and down Slade’s body. He isn’t in the gym. Instead, he is in his private office and now Lex is really in for a show.
Leaned back in his chair, Slade is seen in full clarity to be masturbating at his desk. With one leg kicked up on the desk, Slade’s single eye is closed with his head tilted back, his tongue sneaking out to wet his lips before he lets out a small puff of air from his cheeks as he smiles to himself.
A low satisfied hum leaves Lex as he watches Slade, his elbows resting on his desk while his head rests against his palms. A charmed smile crosses Lex’s smitten face while Slade pleasures himself, unaware that his private moment is now a memory for two.
Unaware that his elbow hit the comm. button on the camera in Slade’s office, Lex utters a single line of praise that forever alters this unexplored relationship between the two men when Slade hears it from the camera's previously hidden position and intercom function.
Lex’s breathy needy voice is clear as day as it feeds directly into the room.
Ok here's another go at that Slex edit! I wanted to do one where *gasp* all my aspect ratios were the same and I learned how to do it lol. [I'm bad with editing have mercy]
i needddd to know what you think of the new future slade's design. does the ponytail look good y/n (future lex's look is also up for discussion but. 😬.)
Im gonna be real, I actually love Slade's future look! The ponytail I adore and the suit looks kickass! 10/10!
Lex though...oh my god...just no... great villain design? Yes! But oh my god they keep massacreing my boy!!!
I admit I'm a sucker for Twinky Luthor, I admit that whole heartedly. But I didn't even really hate bald Dr.Luthor from Jon's og timeline. (I was just sad he lost hair lol) but Dr.Luthor in the new timeline?! Sheesh it's rough.
I'll really only allow it if Slade relentlessly makes fun of him for it lol
Slade establishes dominance when he finds himself at odds with his boss. Or Lex gets tied up in the office.
TW: mild non-con, bondage, gagging, and blackmail ahead.
Slade stretches out his feet onto Lex’s pricey oak desk, something he’s been told time and time again not to do. His hearty boot soles scuffing the glossy finish of the desk as he relaxes into Lex’s chair. His head lulling back as he gives his cock a few lazy strokes one hand, a small string of moans leaving him but it's clear he’s playing it up.
“Hmmm…” With a pleased hum, Slade opens his eye to look at Lex who’s being very, very quiet. “Fuck, Lex…It feels so much better knowing you’re watching me.” Slade bucks his hips to partially match his strokes as he waits for Lex to answer, though nothing comes.
“Awww, what’s wrong, Luthor? Cat got your tongue or are ya just feeling shy today?” Slade smirks as he tilts his head to the side, his white bangs falling infront of his face briefly before it shifts more to the side as Slade watches Lex. “Aren’t you such a sexy little sight?”
A muffled groan is all Slade gets out of Lex.
Sitting there on Slade’s lap is Lex, the smaller man's hands are tied behind his back while his mouth is occupied with an improvised gag. Auburn bangs frame Lex’s blushing face while his blown pupils struggle to find their focus as he watches Slade. Another muffled slur hits Slade’s ears but he’s got no interest in deciphering the mudded speech.
Lex’s brows are furrowed as he looks at Slade, his nostrils flaring as he inhales deeply to try and calm himself down. His chest heaving lightly as his shoulders tense, his face flashing a quick panicked expression as he tries to balance himself better as Slade purposely shifts to unsteady the perched man. Lex’s legs dangling on either side of Slade’s out stretched limbs but he isn’t quite tall enough to touch the floor while being forced to sit this way.
Slade ignores Lex’s perceived concern as he turns his attention back to his throbbing erection. Lex’s muffled breathy noises encourage Slade’s actions, his mind wandering as he tries to imagine what other sinful little noises he might be able to rip from Lex in due time.
Slade’s hand works up and down his shaft, exaggerated moans forced for him as he plays with himself while he forces Lex to watch. Lex tried to avert his gaze but every time he dared to look away Slade would stop, telling that he’s only going to jack himself off while Lex is watching. So if he didn’t want to be here all day, then he better start giving him an audience like he wants.
With Lex’s grey eyes now trained on him, Slade goes back to pleasuring himself. His hand slick with his precum as he fucks his own hand, his back arching as he relaxes into the chair more.
“That’s a good boy, Lex. Just keep those pretty little eyes on me.” Slade taunts, his saccharine voice far too sweet for the situation at hand. And the situation in his hand.
Slade snickers when he sees just how much hatred is in Lex’s eyes, the bound man solely at the other’s mercy. Lex shifts his weight carefully as he tries to get comfortable, his shoulders aching from their tied position behind his back. Wincing from the sharp little twang of pain that shoots through his shoulder, a pained mewl is heard from behind Lex’s gag.
“God, you sound fucking delicous…Do you know how hard it is for me not to throw you over this desk and absolutely demolish that tight little ass of yours? I think this whole ‘Oh, Wilson. You don’t do your job well enough.’ ‘Wilson, you need to start respecting my authority over you.’ and all the like is solely from you being so pent up from not getting any god damn dick!” Slade quickens his pace as he taunts Lex, the way more muffled groans of indignation can be heard despite the gag tucked in Lex’s mouth.
“I think all you have is a little attitude problem, Luthor. And I think this is the perfect way to get that attitude of yours adjusted.”
Lex rolls his eyes, his metal frame glasses askew on his face as he shakes his head disapprovingly. Lex doesn’t notice how Slade’s hand slips into his pant pocket to pull out his phone, Slade shuffling in his seat only briefly before he settles back down and pulls up his phone’s camera.
The little shake of Slade’s legs forces Lex to quickly struggle to keep himself upright. Once he’s balanced again, he whips his head back to look at Slade with a piercing glare, only for his eyes to widen and his shoulders drop when he sees that Slade is now recording him. Lex throws his head to the side, his eyes clenched shut as he tries his best to hide his face but it does no good when Slade verbally announces him.
“Aww, don’t be so shy, Lex! Come on, face the camera for me~” Slade’s got the camera positioned so that while Lex is fully in frame but so that Slade’s cock isn’t in view, adding another layer of degradation to this vicious scandalous moment. Lex can tell that Slade stopped masturbating, he’s gotten used to how the small rhythmic movement shakes the lap he’s forced to sit on so he can tell Slade stopped once again. Lex shakes his head, his words of fury and bitterness choked in his mouth by his gag.
Slade’s teasing taunts continue but Lex tries his best to ignore them as he wracks his brain for the best thing to do. He doesn't want to face Slade, doesn’t want to be filmed sitting on his bodyguard’s lap with his hands tied behind him and a gag in his mouth. On the other hand he also doesn’t want to be here all day…He’s got better shit to do and he’d rather not have to watch Slade jerk himself off languidly for hours.
Lex’s shoulders drop more, his head low as he slowly turns to look at Slade, his eyes darting quickly to the phone just to see if Slade still has it pointed at him. Lex flinches lightly when he sees the device is still aimed at him, a dark blush dusts his cheeks when he realizes that Slade has no intention of dropping this bit now. He looks back up at Slade properly, a stupidly pleased smirk spread across the man’s face.
“That’s much better! Go on, Lex. Give us a little moan, yeah? Just a little mewl to show everyone how much fun you’re having.” Slade goes back to it, setting a slow pace for himself while he studies Lex’s body.
Lex gives a soft moan, one that wouldn’t fool even the most virginity riddled human. Slade shakes his head, a cruel chuckle leaving him as he tsks lightly.
“Come on, you can do better than that! Give us a real one, Lex!”
It isn’t a moan, instead it's the best growl Lex can manage with a weak scowl to go along with it.
“Ha! That’s the kind of energy we need! Look how excited he’s getting everyone…He’s got a cute little bulge forming in his pants from me teasing him~” Slade taunts more, tilting the phone down a little to get a closer look at the growing erection in Lex’s pants as he sits on Slade.
A panicked cry rips through Lex, small tears forming in his eyes as he feels waves of embarrassment and shame wash over him. He struggles against his binds, his tongue pressing into the gag trying to force it out of his mouth while he trashes against what’s holding Lex’s hands behind his back.
Lex’s arms are bound at the wrists with Slade’s orange tie while the gag in his mouth is a torn piece of cloth that Slade ripped from Lex’s shirt. Lex’s thrashing nearly sends him to the ground but he’s not allowed to fall, Slade lifting his legs to brace them against the edge of the desk, sliding Lex forward in the process.
“Aww! He wanted to be closer! Look how worked up you're getting, Lex!” Another wicked cackle is heard, Slade’s hand is wrapped around his cock while Lex’s now much closer body is almost touching it.
Lex leans back trying to force distance but with Slade’s legs angled like they are and with his own feet too far from the ground to support himself, he’s basically trapped in his new spot. Slade’s hand quickens its pace when he feels Lex’s warm body get closer to him, Lex’s bewildered face that hides both fear and rancor almost too cute to keep his hands off of.
Almost.
Slade isn’t here to get Lex off. He’s only keeping Lex here so that HE gets off and makes a point while doing it.
Pretty soon, Slade is back to bucking his hips into his hand to chase his orgasm, eye closed in a blissed out state with his head tilted backwards as he pleasures himself with Lex’s still squirming frame against him. The phone in Slade’s hand still squarely keeps Lex in camera view. It isn’t long before Slade’s strokes become erratic and his breath gets shallow, biting his lip in anticipation as he nears his end. One intense moan is the last sign before Slade forces himself over the edge.
It doesn’t take a genius to figure out Slade is close but it takes Lex longer than it should. The captive male damning Slade with suppressed swears and muted vitriol as when Slade unceremoniously cums, the thick seed shooting up and splattering on Lex’s pants and shirt.
Lex’s rapid fire disapprovals falling on deaf ears as Slade leans back in the chair, his chest rising and falling at a quicker than normal pace for him as he slowly comes down from his high.
“Shit, Lex…That was actually better than I thought it was gonna be.” Slade grabs hold on Lex’s lanky frame and lifts him off of him, setting the CEO down rather roughly on the desk before he stands up, tucking his softening member back into his pants as he fixes himself.
Lex is dropped with a hearty thunk as Slade goes about his business, the bound man struggling to sit upright before Slade reaches out a hand to easily undo the tie that’s wrapped around Lex’s wrists. Once free, Lex’s hand shoots up to rip the gag out of his mouth, coughing painfully when he feels just how dry his mouth and throat are now.
“YOU! Ack! Wilson, you-you are so fucking fired!” Lex alternates between which wrists he’s rubbing as he screams, his eyes would be burning holes into Slade’s skull if he was able. “You’re done for! I swear to god, I’ll see you ROT in a fucking jail cell for that! They wo-!” Lex’s threat is interrupted midword when Slade holds up his phone, the video he recorded replaying the scene that just occurred.
“I’m not going anywhere, Luthor. In fact…I think you owe me a raise.”
Lex doesn’t respond right away, his eyes focusing on the phone in Slade’s hand that he knows would be the end of him if what’s on it ever got out.
“Slade…Delete that…Delete that right now! I-I order you to fucking delete that video!” Lex charges Slade but there’s a clear power imbalance between the two, Slade stopping Lex with one arm and throwing him back onto the desk.
“Fuck no. This?” Slade shakes the phone in his hand just to make his point a bit clearly to Lex. “This isn’t going anywhere. And there’s gonna be a few changes to how you and me operate.” Slade gestures between him and Lex with his free hand before he continues.
“What do you want…” Lex’s voice is low as he crosses his arms over his chest and slides off the desk, his eyes darting back and forth between the phone and Slade’s serious face.
“First, you’re giving me that raise. And second? You’re getting off my fucking ass! You stay in your lane with all this techy business bullshit and I’ll stay in mine, keeping your ass alive and testing out all those weapons you’ve got those fucking nerds in the basement working on. Understood?”
“I hate you…I hate you so god damn much, Wilson…”
“Quit fucking lying to yourself, Lex.” Slade dismisses as he heads towards the door, the phone with the most damning thing to Lex’s career snuggly in his pocket as he walks away.
“I’m not lying to myself! I fucking hate you!”
“Then how come I gave you the biggest fucking hard on?” The slanderous question is punctuated by the sound of the door slamming as Slade leaves, he didn’t stick around for Lex to try and fumble his way through an answer.
Lex hadn’t even realized just how much the whole encounter ended up exciting him. He shakes his head as he mutters insult after insult about Slade before he sits at his desk, adjusting the height of the chair back to how he had it before before he pulls up the in office security footage.
He replays it over and over. Watching how Slade grabbed, bound, and gagged him…Watching how easily Slade tossed him around like he weighed nothing at all before Slade did exactly what he wanted to with him.
Lex won’t admit it but he slowly snuck his hands down his pants as he reviewed the footage, and with each replay Lex would repeat the same phrase over and over again as he watched. HIs voice rose with each repetition and declaration before he was screaming it. The ferocity of which he spoke those words only matched by the speed of his hand as he desperately tried to convince himself of something he knew to be untrue.
Right There... Sinister Mark x Neighbor!Reader (AMAB Smut)
My bad y'all! Shit be a hot hot minuet since we got this one and I know I keep saying it, it this series is NOT dead! I promise you that I fully intend to get all the variants we've got covered their AFAB and AMAB smut scenes!
TW: Biting, blood consumption, dirty talk, dry humping, slight orgasm denial, mild mind break, breath play, choking, and no hands orgasms.
His words linger heavily in the air as he brings his lips to the side of your neck, a whiff of an almost familiar cologne grazes your nostrils as he dips his head low. A quick sharp pang rings through you when he latches onto your neck, his teeth digging into the tender flesh while one hand roughly grips your hip to keep you pinned to the tree. A shaky pained yelp slipping from you, your head craned to the side as you try in vain to pull yourself from him. The weak attempt is only met with a cruel chuckle that stirs in Mark’s throat before he lets go. The pull back is nearly as painful as the bite because he throws his head to the side, making sure to nip the already agitated skin near the puncture site as he recoils.
You could tell he broke the skin and that you’re bleeding, the little bit of blood that coats your skin gives a vague warmth. With a shaky hand you reach to touch the new wound, and when your fingers brush against the abused skin you flinch away, another soft cry leaving you as you do.
Your breath unsteady as your chest heaves, your sight slightly blurry as tears collect in them but you do manage to focus enough on ‘Mark’ to notice the crimson painting his lips. Your eyes are wide and you struggle to swallow the lump in your throat as you look him over. Besides the alt colors of the suit you would never know by looking at him that this isn’t your Mark. The tuft of pitch black hair that’s on full display from the top of his suit, the toned definition of his muscles, and even the body language is close to the Mark you usually know. If you ignore the bite he gave to your neck, you might be convinced that this could be your Mark, until your eyes slowly drag back up to his face.
Lips that are curled into a tight, thin smile. A small trail of your blood running down from the corner of his mouth as he watches, his tongue poking out from the corner to steal another taste of you as studies you. His interest piqued but he isn’t quite sold on you yet.
You taste like his. You look like his. But he needs to know you can take him like his. Like he trained his version on you to do. He needs to know if you’re even worth wasting more fun on.
The modest tilt of his head and his unwavering attention almost lull you into a false sense of safety. The strong hand on your hip holding you in place feels like something you’d only ever imagined Mark doing. The rough bark of the tree that you’re pinned against digs into your back roughly as you shuffle your weight. Your knees weak and your shoulders already ache from the tension you've been holding in your body since this encounter started.
“Wh-Why?” Your voice comes across as far too meek for your liking, reading as if you’ve already resigned yourself to being his without much fight but that’s far from the truth.
“You told me to ‘bite you’. So I did. I gave you what you asked for.” Mark’s free hand comes up to the side of your face, his gloved fingers brushing close to your ear as his thumb toys with the corner of your mouth. The smallest amount of pressure is all it takes for him to pry it open, slipping the unwelcomed digit into your mouth.
You let out a distressed gag, your tongue immediately recoiling from the intruder as you wrap your hands around his arm. You try to pull him off of you but he’s unmoving, your garbled words that somewhat resemble pleas fall on deaf ears.
“Now, let's see if you give me what I want.” It’s said in such a steely voice that it sends a shiver down your spine before he continues.
His thumb glides along the bottom row of your teeth on the side as his fingers change their position to mercilessly grab hold of your mandible. His expression unchanging as you struggle in his hold. One of your hands shoots out towards his face, your nails weakly digging against his skin but they don’t even leave scratches.
His gaze is fixed squarely to your face. He takes in the view before him as if he’s so uninterested. He doesn’t crack wise or a smile as he watches you come undone because of him.
The panic that falls over you takes total control. Tears spill from your eyes as a string of fearful whines come from you. As you struggle against the tree, you kick the dirt and rocks around the tree from around you. Your trashing does nothing but remind you just how powerless you are against him. With widening eyes you feel his grip tighten ever so slightly as you struggle, another pained cry leaving you before your fight or flight kicks in. You blink the tears in your eyes away and you choke back the cries in your throat as you try to steel your nerves.
Your fingers curl under his mask as you tug it to the side, it doesn’t come off but it's enough to get him to focus back in on your eyes. His gaze had never left you but it had wandered back down to that little possessive mark he gave you on your neck. The skin still red and angry as the blood slowly dried against your flesh. Though once his eyes travel back up to meet yours he’s greeted with a more appetizing sight.
Instead of fear, fury is shown in your eyes. Your brows furrowed and your mouth curved into the best scowl you could manage. You lift your leg to try and kick his stomach, your foot colling with his sturdy frame but he doesn’t budge. With your back against the tree, you try and force distance with your foot still pressing into his lower half. You pull your leg back just to kick him in the crotch but still get no reaction visibly. Despite the forced thumb, you practically spit at him as you speak.
“Fu-ghck yeow”
It’s a garbled curse but he can make it out easily between the hate burning in your eyes and the venom dripping from your words.
“THAT’S WHAT I FUCKING WANT!” Between the aggressively excited declaration, the pressing of his knee to your crotch, and the hand that once held your hip now having punched a 5 inch hole into the trunk of the tree beside your head you’re more than a little taken aback.
A wicked low cackle rings through your ears as he brings his head back to your neck, his thumb still poised in your mouth and his hand still gripped round your jaw as he forces you to look to the side.
“I was ready to snap that pretty little neck of yours.” His words pull another shiver of fear that runs down your spine but you bury it before he continues. “I hate when you look like a pussy. All whiney and teary eyed. It’s so fucking BORING!” He gives another quick nip to your neck before he grabs hold of the lobe of your ear with his teeth, grinding the little flab of flesh between his teeth as he pulls his fist from the tree and presses it against your chest, applying just enough pressure to knock the wind out of you.
Coughing between breath being forced from you and the thumb still tucked on your mouth, you’re barely able to regain yourself before he lets go of your ear to whisper something in your ear as his hand travels slowly down your body.
“I hate it when you look at me like you’re scared…” His words trail off as his tongue swipes out to take a generous lick of the blood that’s collected on your neck, a pleasure filled hum leaving him before he finishes that thought.
“I love it when you look at me like you hate me!” His words cut with his fingers forcing themselves down your pants, hand running over the crotch from the outside as he gives you a quick squeeze.
Arching your back, you try to move away from his hand but he doesn’t let you. Instead he pulls back his head from your neck and finally removes his thumb from your mouth, bringing the wet digit to his own lips to give it a quick taste.
A strained cough leaves you as your face darkens with a blush, your lips tightening to a scowl when you feel him give you another testing squeeze.
“You know, you might actually be a little bigger than my version of you.” Another rough squeeze earns him a groan that you couldn’t hold back. You feel a sliver of shame growing inside you when it slips out, especially since he seems to take it as license to do more. “That’s that voice I want. I’m gonna need you to start fucking participating or this is going to get boring quick.”
“Get-get your hands off of me!”
“That’s a start.” Mark forces the two of you closer, his hand hooking around the leg you’d kicked him with to hold it up more. Your weight now supported between the tree you’re against, the single shaky leg you've still got planted on the ground, and him… His hand digging into the fabric of your pants and into your flesh as he holds you.
“Let go…” It’s a warning. One that he knows he doesn’t need to heed.
“Aww, look at you trying to be all tough! That’s the kind of attitude I LOVED fucking out of you.”
Your glare is unwavering as you watch him, the uptick of the corners of his mouth forming a wicked smile. The dried blood from your neck coats his mouth and chin as he watches you struggle against him. The whole time his dick only gets harder and harder. Between the hatred emitting off of you and the sheer amount of time since that last time he’d had you, he’s not exactly eager to show some patience.
“Why do you want me!? I’m not yours!” Your voice struggles to sound sincere, the way he’s caressing your dick from outside your pants is distracting you but you try in earnest to carry some vitriol in your words.
“I don’t care whose you are. You’re going to be mine.”
“No! No, I’m not! You’re not my fucking type, you psycho!”
Despite the mask, you can see his face harden when he registers your words but you don’t care. You’d rather die than than give this fucker the satisfaction of claiming you.
“I don’t like you! I don’t want you! You’re not my Mark and I’m NEVER going to be yours! I bet whatever version of me YOU had was a total fucking loser who just faked everything!”
“Shut up.” It’s a stern word of warning, one that unfortunately you decide to ignore.
“I will never think about you instead of him.”
There’s a quick twitch to his nose when you say that, one that you barely get to register before he’s wrapped a hand round your neck. His fingers and thumb digging into either side of your throat. The hand that was against your groin is the one he forced against your throat, the one that’s held your leg still where it was before.
You let out a rough cough, your voice straining as you barely manage out another jeer. “Yo-You’re not-not as hot…Ye-ach! Yellow and black…isn’t go-good-good…on Mark.”
He tightens his hold on your throat just a little, making sure to not go too hard because he wants you conscious. He wants you awake. He wants you aware.
He waits for a second, relishing how warm your skin feels even through the gloves, drinking in how the calmed hatred in your eyes contradicts the panicked scratching and attempted prying to his hand.
If you aren’t going to think about him instead of the loser you know then he’s going to do something incredibly cruel.
“Then I’m going to ruin this face for you.”
Mark floats for a second, repositioning himself infront of you properly as he kicks your legs apart further. He forces you to properly hook your one leg around him before he lets go of your throat, the hand that was wrapped around your neck now mimicking the other hand to force your other leg around his waist.
“Hey-What-waht are you doing?!” Your confusion only grows when he reaches up to quickly rip off his mask, shaking his head slightly as he does so his hair settles faster.
“I told you. I’m going to ruin his face for you.”
Instead of soft, caring and playful eyes like you’re used to from Mark you’re met with intensity that borders on the sadistic.
You never admitted it but you always found Mark incredibly handsome…You on more than one occasion had to cover for yourself when William saw your eyes lingering on Mark just a little too long. You constantly had to bury those feelings you'd slowly been growing for Mark over the years so as not to upset the friendship you’d created. But every once in a while, all those what if scenarios would plague your mind.
What if you told him? What if he told you? What if you had just once chance with him? What would you do if he pinned you against the wall?
All those self-indulgent thoughts are nothing compared to what’s happening now.
You’re too lost in thought to realize what he’s doing. Your eyes wide as you focus on the beautiful man in front of you, the way he tilts his head back just enough so he’s looking down at you when he slowly grinds himself against you, his shoulders square as he arches his back to press against you harder.
A quick gasp leaves you, your eyes clenched shut as he starts to rut against you. You tilt your head forward as you bite back a moan. You can feel just how hard he is as he presses against you, your own growing need unmistakable to him as well.
“You’re getting harder.” There’s a callousness in his voice that sends a chill through you.
“Sh-shut up…” Your voice is low as you struggle to hide your growing need from him. You writhe in between him and the tree, your back arching as you let a small moan slip from you .
You can’t see the proud smirk he gives you but you can tell he was emboldened by your voice. Strong hands hold you in place as he floats a little off the ground, the twigs under his boots snapping as he shifts lightly before he rises. The tent in his suit grows when you let another small mewl escape you as you feel him quicken the pace of his rocking hips. Your hands struggle to find something to grab hold of that feels right and you subconsciously make the choice to drape them over his shoulders.
“And you thought you’d get away with being such a fucking brat.” He gives a rough snap of his hips, chuckling when he sees your eyes flutter open as you tilt your head back, your hair messy and dirtied by you thrashing it against the bark of the tree.
“AH! Fu-Fuc…” Your chest heaves as you feel him continue his rutting, the continuous rolling of his hips encouraging your own growing desires as you let your mind wander. You can feel the inside of your underwear is getting wet with precum, his relentless bully only working you over and over more. Your throbbing erection begs for more attention but you aren’t willing to give him the win and he’s got no intention of rewarding your bad behaviour.
“I know you love this. You get off so quickly with dry humping…It makes you feel like you’re getting away with being a naughty little bitch, doesn’t it?” His voice is low as he speaks, he leans forward to give you a quick kiss but you deny him. Your head thrashing to the side again to avoid his lips but he captures them anyway, giving you a brisk but rough french kiss as he forces his tongue in your mouth.
You moan into the kiss, bucking your lips against him as you finally start accepting the pleasure he’s giving you. You let his tongue probe around your mouth, teasingly running your own wet appendage over his before he gives a quick corrective nip to your lip.With every pass of his tongue over yours and every thrust of his hips, he can feel you getting more and more undone. He knows you’re getting into this, he can tell by the way you’re aching your back. The way your soft moans are muffled by the kiss as he reconnects your lips with his over and over again, each time he pulls away you’re leaning forward, trying to keep the contact going for just a second more.
You’re getting too cocky…
“I had to fuck my version of you into submission and I’m not above doing it to you too!” He forces himself against you roughly, his chest suddenly pressed into yours and you lock your legs behind his back without a second thought. He rewards your surprisingly submissive act by replacing the quick thrusts of his hips with a deep, leisurely pace instead.
His version of you was always more turned on by the teasing, the back and forth, the quick and sharp motions suddenly being undone when he decides to force you to beg, the pure degradation that comes with benign his personal little fuck toy. He never lets you feel like you’re in charge…and you both like it that way.
You’d only ever dreamed about Mark doing this to you, forcing you to submit to him, dominating you every conceivable way. So now you’ve got this fierce and borderline cruel version of him...Are you even sure you want him to stop anymore?
Your hands ball into fists in his cape, the article catching the wind as he slowly drags his hips up and down against you. Each pass of his hidden erection to yours only serves to push you closer to your end. You’re wildly aware of how quickly you changed your tune about him but it isn’t you fault, he…he’s just too pretty. Too demanding and controlling. Too domineering in the way you need.
But worst of all?
He’s just too Mark.
The quick pants of air you hear from him, the way you catch his head tilting to the side more often to the left than the right, the lust filled moans that sound just like the way you imagined them countless times before. The thing that really does it though? His voice…All those terribly raunchy things you want Mark to say to you? The harsh words of degradation that only make your cock ache for his touch more? The things that your Mark would never dare say to you because he’d never want to hurt your feelings?
Well, this one has no such reservations.
“God, I bet you’d take me so well…You’re already acting like a bitch in heat, I won’t even have to train you, will I? You’d take Daddy’s cock ten times then still beg for another round, wouldn’t you?” He isn’t expecting an answer but he’s pleasantly surprised when he gets one, even if it’s just you pathetically mewling out his name.
“I-I…Ma-Mark…” You roll your hips in time with his, trying to urge him to quicken the pace by squeezing your legs around his waist, but he keeps in time with his slow rhythm.
“You’re so fucking close, aren’t you? You want me to reach down your pants and give that little cock of yours something to cum into, don’t you?”
You nod weakly as you look up at him with pupils blown. He isn’t blushing, he isn’t breaking a sweat, and he’s barely even reacting to you as he toys with you. You on the other hand? Your face is flush, your lips are slightly parted as you let quick moans and pants slip past them, and your back is dramatically arched as you try to goad him into playing with you more.
He gives you one last deep thrust before he stops his movements all together. Your pride goes out the window as you let out a desperate whine, you look up at him confused with your mouth agape.
“Wh-why’d you stop!?”
“Finish yourself.” He still holds you but he’s not moving a muscle.
“Wh-what?” You lick your lips hesitantly, your mouth achingly dry so you got to kiss him again only for him to be the denier this time.
“No kissing. No more help. No more rewards. Finish yourself.” It’s a demand that he knows you’re going to follow. He’s scoured and memorized every inch of your body. He knows any and everything that’ll undo you. And he knows you’re way too close to your orgasm to deny yourself the pleasure.
You start slower than before. Dragging your aching cock against him to the best of your abilities while he has you pinned with your legs up. There’s so many layers of separation between your erections but you don’t let that stop you, your hips quickening their pace as you chase your orgasm. Each pass of your hips you try a new angel, a new moan, or anything that’ll entice Mark to rejoin in the fun.
“Faster.” A swift correction that you’re happy to listen to. You buck your hips against him, your eyes finally landing back on his face after you closed them to imagine your own Mark and you having this moment. Again, instead of those soft sweet eyes, you’re met with a pair of intense orbs that look at you with nothing but disdain…And you can’t bring yourself to stop.
Your eyes are locked with his as you hump against him, your legs tight around his waist while your arms cling to him. He saw through your fake tough act, knowing you’d become his favorite little toy in dimension. And he sees through you now.
“Go on. Do it.”
“Oh-Oh god…Fuck! Mark!” Your voice wavers as your rhythm slowly fades into erratic and frenzied thrusts, the obvious wet spot that’s formed on your pants from your precum presses into the tent of Mark’s suit, the hero finally letting a small moan out when he feels the warmth. Your lewd moans echo off into the woods as you let yourself be overcome by your pleasure. You thrash against him as you cum in your pants, the spot on your pants darkening as the cum seeps into the fabric as you work yourself through your orgasm. Your hands having quickly shot to his head so your fingers could lace themselves in his dark hair as you pulled yourself closer, struggling to catch your breath as you shutter against him.
He lets you ride out the high but once he thinks you’re done, he brings hand down to pat against your shaking leg to tell you it’s time to let go of him. You slowly unlock your legs from him, he has to catch you as your legs give out the second you put weight on them. You’re slumped against the tree as you sit on the ground, you grimace and shift uncomfortably as you feel the wetness in your pants, another small influx of shame slowly dawns as you as your senses work their way back to you.
You close your eyes to try and steal a moment of rest but you feel a tight tug from your hair, your eyes fluttering open to look back up at Mark who’s got your hair pulled tightly in his hand.
Sorry to bother but I was wondering if you were planning on updating the streamer au fic? Read the entire thing while at work and losing my mind, this fic is my new Roman Empire. I know it’s a bit old now but I’m so invested.
yes!
also never ever ever think an ask is gonna bother me! I love getting them! And i'll usually answer them if I actually realize they're there!
Been another hot minuet for an update on this one but here we go! We aren't gonna let this one die y'all, I promise! @juiiceb0x our baby got another chapter!
It's the first day of the convention and while Lex struggles to get his nerves up to actually go, Slade struggles to even get to the venue. (Mildly suggestive lol)
Chapter 4: No Greet. All Meat.
As the new day dawns, Lex rises in the hotel suite and swings his legs off the side of the bed, his mind already swirling as he’s lost in deep thought.
Today’s the day! It’s Friday and that means it's the first official day of MetCon. It’s his first chance to meet the object of his ever growing infatuation. To finally meet face to face with the man he’s been watching nearly every day for the last few months. The man who’s rent he’s been single handedly paying, not that he’s complaining about that though. The money Lex has been throwing at Slade was absolutely well spent if it meant that Lex got to see the man stream more often, he’ll bankroll this man’s career solo if he has to if it means Slade never logs off permanently.
“Oh god…I’m down so bad for him…” Lex admits to himself softly as he shuffles into the bathroom, cringing internally from just how eagerly he’d been awaiting this convention.
Is he really going to be ok doing this?
The messages shared between him and Slade had layers of separation that would soon be broken down. No more confidence that comes from hiding behind a screen. No longer would he have the ability to read and reread messages over and over before he’d have to respond. Every blush would be immediately present and visible to Slade, there would be nothing Lex could do to stop it—except not blush to begin with but that’s never gonna happen.
What’s worse is that there’s a slowly evolving concern that’s plaguing Lex’s mind, one that’s presently situated on the desk in his suite. Sitting there untouched from the moment Lex unpacked the night before is a dark purple shirt crisply folded with the LexCorp logo across the chest of it. The fabric a rich amethyst in color that starkly contrasts the dark wood of the furniture it now calls home. His grey eyes linger on the article, internally struggling over whether or not to go through with rather ambitious ploy.
“If I give him that he’s gonna think I’m such a weirdo…or that I’m only interested in him as a sponsor….” The moment Lex utters that aloud he’s blushing, a soft crimson dusting his cheeks as he shakes the thought away.
He isn’t interested in Slade in any capacity! He’s merely entertained by the man’s streams! It’s not like he developed a deep parasocial relationship with the streamer he’s been throwing money at! And it’s certainly not like that parasocial relationship evolved into a proper crush and now he’s faced with finally meeting the object of that obsession!
…
Right?
“No! I do not have a crush on him…I’m a grown ass man! I don’t get crushes! I am simply meeting the guy! It’s nothing more than that! And the shirt?! That’s just a funny joke I’m going to do!” Lex paces around the room, forcing a laugh as he tries to steady his nerves. He grabs the shirt in his left hand and waves it lightly as he speaks, the fabric unfolded and swishing lightly in the air as he gestures.
“This?! This is a bit! I’m going to meet him and give him the shirt, and he’s going to be all ‘Oh, what’s this? Lexi got me a gift?’ “ Lex does his best to lower his voice, trying to get closer to Slade’s usual tone before switching back to his normal speaking voice. “And then I’ll be all ‘Well, I wear so much of your merch, I thought it would be nice if you wore some of mine’ and it’ll be funny and charming! It’s not like I like…like him….” Trailing off, Lex catches his reflection in the mirror and stops mid stride when he sees just how red his face is.
Lex brings his other hand up to his face, his fingers grazing gently across the cheek as he looks himself over. He isn’t warm. He isn’t running a fever. And he isn’t fooling anyone.
Rolling his head forward, Lex lets out a deep groan as he finally accepts the truth. The fabric hangs loosely in his hands, his thumb and forefinger gently rubbing the shirt between them as he tries to gain some semblance of composure. Though any hope of that is dashed when Lex remembers the very enticing selfie Slade sent him last night, his blush deepening and the tips of his ears now a bright red to match.
“Oh no…I want him to fuck me…”
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Slade literally rolls out of bed, his body landing with a solid thunk against the hard floor as he groans and stretches. He’d fallen asleep much closer to the edge of his bed than he usually would and he tosses mildly in his sleep most nights, so there’s no surprise that he’d end up on the floor. There is a little part of him that’s actually proud because he woke up before his alarm went off…but that part of him is quickly silenced when he realizes that no, he didn’t wake up before his alarm went off. He never set them in the first place apparently. And worse yet? He’s woken up after his alarm would’ve off.
“Oh…” A momentary pause as Slade rubs his face with his left hand as he struggles to focus on the screen before the realization hits him. “OH SHIT!” Clamouring to his feet, Slade nearly slips on the comforter that’s half hanging off the side of his bed as he races towards his bathroom. He makes quick of ripping off his shirt and kicking off his sweat pants and boxers before he jumps in to take a brief shower. Not bothering to dry off properly, he internally checks off the boxes of all the shit he’s supposed to shove into his bag that he couldn’t pack the night before as he brushes his teeth. He must've been brushing too long because he gags on the toothpaste that's sitting on his tongue before he spits it in the sink, his hand coming up to brush the hair out of his face before he applies some deodorant. Tossing a small bag of toiletries into his backpack, Slade smacks the lightswitch to turn off the lights before he exits the bathroom.
“Alright…Bag, phone, wallet, keys, showered and got deodorant on. Fuck yeah, we’re good.” He gets all the way into his living room, going so far as to bend down to slip on his shoes before he notices he’s missing something very important.
“Can’t go out naked, Wilson. That’s how we catch a charge.” Slade throws his bag down, hustling back into his room to throw on some proper attire. Shaking his head, swearing at himself because he realizes he just about went out in nothing but his boxers and a pair of shoes. “Fucking idiot, come on dumbass, we gotta book it you dumb fuck!”
He’d already packed his proper suitcase in the car the night before and his backpack has everything else that he could need, so he should by all accounts be ready to go. Slade sets his phone down in the cupholder closest to the center console before he pulls out of the spot, flipping on one of his many driving playlists before he settles in for the car ride.
“Alright…Got a little late bit of a start, but we should be fine. Don’t know how the fuck you managed to sleep till fucking 2:15 in the afternoon, but whatever!” Grumbling lowly as he drives, Slade’s mood only sours when he runs into something no one that’s ever on a time crunch while driving wants to see.
“FUCKING ROAD WORK?!” Throwing his hands up in a mix between astonishment and indignation, Slade slams his head on the top of the steering wheel as the little voice in the back of his head softly whispers to him ‘Yeah, you might be fucked here buddy.’ “Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me…”
Thankfully it didn’t take too long for the congestion from the traffic to ease up, pretty soon Slade hits a cool crisp 5 miles per hour over the posted speed limit as he’s cruising along—silently praying that he doesn’t get pulled over along the way. The playlist shuffles through familiar song after familiar song. Slade only puts songs in his driving playlist that he’s very well acquainted with, the amalgamation of nostalgia and mundane mixing together for the perfect blend of calm that he likes for car rides. The quiet of the car, if you ignore that fairly loud music, creates the perfect introspective air for Slade to reflect.
“Man, how did I sleep in this late?” Wondering aloud, Slade leans his head against his left hand while his elbow rests against the door, trying to remember what happened once he retired to his room for the night. “I packed up my shit, played some COD, looked over merc-OH” That’s when he finally remembers what he did. “Oh shiiiiiit…That’s right. I sent that risky selfie to Lex and he was into it. Then I-ha-then I jacked off and fell asleep looking at the photos of him wearing my merch.”
Now, any normal person would realize what they did and just admitted to and feel some type of way about it, but that’s not the case for Slade. The man chases pleasure, like water he takes the path of least resistance. So, if he could get himself off from the knowledge that he’s teasing the CEO that’s been his biggest twitch donor the last few months, so be it. Slade shrugs to himself, not too caught up on the details before an annoying ding from his dash catches his eye.
“You mother fucker, it’s always something. Oh, it’s just the fuel light, thank fuck. I don’t need anymore bullshit today…”
The rest of the drive goes fine. Slade makes it to his hotel room just a quarter after 3 so he isn’t even really that behind his own schedule. Sticking to his plan, Slade tosses his suitcase onto the bed and rushes into the bathroom. He made the mistake of not going to the bathroom before he left and he didn’t want to bother going into the gas station so he’s just been holding it. AS he shakes the excess water from his hands, Slade sits on the bed and pulls out his phone checking the time—and his DMs—to try and gauge what to do next.
“I was gonna shower but” Slade lifts his arm and takes a casual sniff of his pit before he drops it, smirking to himself proudly. “I took one this morning and the deodorant is holding fine.” Flopping down onto the bed, Slade absentmindedly scrolls through posts talking about MetCon kicking off already, shaking his head to the side to force his white bangs from his face as he relaxes into the mattress.
“Is Lexi already there or is he just gonna show tomorrow?” Slade wonders out loud before he clicks over to Lex’s profile, trying to see if he’s posted anything yet. “Nothing new. Heh. Might be holding off for me.” Slade scoffs and laughs at his own bold over confidence. Of course he doesn’t really think that. This whole back and forth he’s got going with Lex surely won’t last forever, in Slade’s experience guys like Lex tend to get bored and move on quickly. This nice routine of stream, pay, repeat, will assuredly have an end but that doesn’t mean Slade can’t enjoy the ride until Lex departs. “No way he stays single for long.” His thumb hovers over the message icon before he decides against it. “Better not come off too strong, might scare that fucking virgin off.” Slade chortles to himself before he goes to sit up, his attention being pulled right back to the phone when he gets a notification that someone he follows posted something.
Tapping the notification, Slade leans to the side as he supports himself with one arm on the bed as he looks down at his screen. His fingers tighten around the device as he stares, the corner of his mouth being tugged up into a surprised grin as he quickly saves the photo to his phone—he doesn’t even know why he felt compelled to do so but he’s not going to try and reason with himself right now.
Timing so impeccable, Lex just posted a new photo. The caption simply reads ‘Excited for MetCon today’ and the photo is simply Lex in a limited run tee Slade shadow dropped a few weeks ago but the pose is what grabs Slade’s attention. Lex’s thumb is hooked into the top of his pants, you can’t see underwear but you can just barely make out the pale skin that’s peeking out. Clearly Slade didn’t invent the pose, but he can tell Lex took inspo from the pic he sent him the night before.
The look on Lex’s face in the post is shakier than normal, his lips in a tight line despite the smile, and there’s the subtlest color to his cheeks that isn’t normally there. Slade gives the post a quick like but the page refreshes and suddenly the post is gone. Tilting his head in confusion, Slade clicks over to Lex’s profile to check and sure enough the selfie wasn’t on there either.
“Oh ho ho…Lose your confidence there, Lexi?” Slade contemplates sending a message, perhaps even sending the already saved copy of the photo Lex just deleted, but decides against it. Though there is something exciting about Slade having a photo Lex posted for two nanoseconds…He won’t share it, that’s not his MO. But he will hold onto it for safe keeping. And maybe a little more…
Slade’s eye wanders up to the time in the corner of his phone before his hand sneakily slips into his pants, the smirk on his face growing as he scrolls deeper into Lex’s feed.
“I got a little time…”
Cut to Slade once again scrambling to get out the door. He spent way too much time playing a game with himself and those photos of Lex and now he’s behind schedule again.
“GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!!” Slade doesn’t care who might overhear him as he books it down the sidewalk towards the convention center.
The hot sun beats down brutally on anyone that’s caught outside and Slade condemns his choice of a blackshirt that’s nearly skin tight. He’s got his backpack over his shoulder as he jumps and shuffles through the crowded sidewalk, trying his damndest to get towards an information desk to ask where exactly he’s supposed to go to register now.
He would’ve made better time if every other 10 ft or so a fan didn’t stop him trying to get a photo. He obliged each time, but every quick photo op just put him further and further behind. After about two dozen photos—all that took place outside in scorching heat—Slade finally gets hold of a staffer once he’s inside, only to be told that he’s gotta go upstairs to the second floor for ‘Talent Check-in’. The elevator is of course packed and Slade isn’t about to wait on the line for it to dwindle. He’s got two good legs and he’s in good enough shape.
“Getting my workout today…” And with that Slade swings open the stairwell door and starts running up, taking it two steps at a time, already somewhat regretting the decision to do this convention. “This better be worth it.”
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Lex is still in his suite pacing, his face still a mess as he fuses and panics over the photo he posted then quickly deleted. Against his better judgement, Lex decided to try and be ‘sexy’ or ‘playful’ and posted that photo, trying and failing to capture the kind of energy in it that he wanted. The second he posted it he came to his senses and deleted it.
“Why did I do that?! I’m not that kind of selfie-taker-person! I looked so fucking stupid like that! Why did I do that?! I LOOK CONSTIPATED IN IT!” Still fretting over an already handled problem, Lex strives to placate his nerves.
“Oh god, what if somebody actually saw that! What if HE saw that?! He’s gonna think I’m such a freaking weirdo and a borderline stalker! Do-Do people come to cons just to see one person?! Is that normal? Like can I get away with this?!” Lex’s fingers lace themselves in his now messied auburn locks, his glasses askew on his face as he struggles to steady his breathing, his heart beating so loudly in his chest as he panics. “Calm down…Calm down, Luthor…You-You’re fine! It’s a damn convention! People here actually stalk others! Like whatever the name of the guy that shot that one member of The Beatles or whatever…You’re fine. You’re good. You-You’re not doing anything wrong by being here…You-You’re just like everyone else that’s here to meet a streamer you like. That’-That’s fine…” The repetition does little to actually soothe him but he’d rather listen to himself prattle off nonsense than dare stand one second in silence.
“You are Lex Luthor. CEO. Scientist! A legitimate genius! You do NOT need to be afraid of meeting a twitch streamer—even if he is attractive—! You will be fine…jsut go down there and mingle a little before the panel starts…You’re hit #1 donor and fan! He even said he’s excited to see me…I-I can’t disappoint him…” Lex trails off at the end, his voice wavering before he swallows the hard lump in his throat before he makes a quick note to himself. “Memo to me…Work on affirmations, all that sounded very…pretenious.”
Lex goes to leave the suite, his small pack on his hip with his wallet, badges, and ID, before he stops and turns back to look at the bed. The unfolded purple branded shirt lay discarded on the bedtop. He’s gone back and forth all day about whether or not he’s actually going to give the shirt to Slade.
“I-I shouldn’t. That-That would certainly come across as weird…right?” Lex’s uneasy gaze lingers, biting his lip as he thinks, Lex bites the bullet and heads back over to the bed to retrieve the clothing. “I did have them made just because of him…I-I think it would be too much of a waste to not ateast offer it to him.”
With that Lex actually leaves the suite this time, the purple shirt once again folded neatly in his hands as he heads towards the elevators. He’s on 6th floor, plenty of space between him and the convention floors so he’s got a bit of quiet on his floor—not surprising given the ludicrous prices of rooms like the suite he got—so Lex is able to ground himself as he steps into the elevator. He tucks himself into the front corner, the shirt clutched against his chest as he scrolls through his phone, the ride smooth and calm before the door opens on the second floor.
Lex doesn’t pay much attention, his eyes focused on the screen infront of him before someone throws their bag into the elevator and quickly enters in after it. Whoever it is probably didn’t even notice Lex’s small frame hidden in the front most corner of the elevator, depending on the angle the lift probably looks totally empty and whoever this was has no social skills or manners as they quickly make themselves a little too at home.
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“Jesus, fuck me! I’m sweating like a whore in church!” Slade calls out as the elevator doors close behind him. “I gotta change, I feel fucking gross.” Wasting no time, Slade lifts up the hem of his black shirt and pulls it off of him, sighing in relief when the damp article is ripped away from his warm sweating body.
He casually tosses it off to the side—his right side—as he slings his bag down to get a back up shirt out to change into. “Oh, what the fuck?! I didn’t pack-”
“ACHK! Hey!” An unknown voice from the corner calls out and Slade has to turn his head completely to the side to look in that direction. Whoever it was must’ve been in his blindspot when he got in the elevator and had stayed way too quiet until just now.
“What the hell is your problem?!” Lex growls in annoyance as he grabs the sweaty shirt off of his face before he looks up to glare at the man who threw it at him. How gross and disgusting do you have to be to do that?! What kind of freak does something like-
“Shit, my bad dude, I didn’t s-” Slade stops his sentence when his one good eye locks with one of Lex’s grey ones. “You…there…” Trailing off, Slade’s jaw is a little slack as he looks up at Lex who is staring down at him, Slade still crouched down to rifle through his bag.
Lex gets a good look at Slade’s well built body crouched down, the wild definition of his back muscles and arms always hidden behind clothing up until this point. The surprise bareness of Salde’s upper body sends a wicked blush across Lex’s face as he struggles to find words, a small throaty gasp the only thing that escapes him in this moment.
Slade rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment as he stands up. It’s only then do both men get a good read on how tall the other is, Slade having to slightly look down at Lex while Lex just barely has to tilt his head upward to look Slade in the eye. Lex’s cheeks only darken more at the realization of just how toned Slade is in person but he shakes any bad thought away, determined to stop making such a thirsty fool of himself. The sweat on Slade’s brow and arms make it hard but Lex is going to power through it…
Well he was going to until Slade breaks his concentration—and the awkward silence that befell them— by asking a rather abrupt question.
“Are you gonna wear that shirt?” Slade asks while pointing to the purple shirt in Lex’s hands.
“Uh-Oh…N-no…Here…” Lex raises the article in question towards Slade who happily takes it before he slips it onto his body.
Lex watches with bated breath as Slade lifts his arms and tilts his head, shimmying into the purple shirt, the smells of Slade’s deodorant and the mild cologne hangs in the air as Lex watches. Lex’s blush only grows when Slade’s large hands run over the fabric to smooth it down against his skin body before he looks back to Lex.
Not to sound like a Victorian Era man but something about Slade's elbow being visible is so fucking hot. We usually only see him in armor or long sleeves so that elbow being exposed is something else.
With every new episode more people are finally seeing the goldmine that is Slex in MAWS and its fantastic. These toxic gays have never once left my mind and I treasure them so much. Each ep just feeds us more and I love it.
Just a little self-indulgent Slex headcanons tonight! I'm thinking of a full Slex DND fic but these thoughts were too fun not to share!
Lex had no interest/desire to play or learn about DND in any real sense until he saw Ivo watching a livestream of a campaign years ago and found himself totally engrossed in it.
Ivo didn't even actually play but he knew enough for the campaign to act as background noise while he worked, so he was shocked when Lex started asking him questions about it. He even felt a little bad because he couldn't give Lex the more in-depth answers he was looking for.
Lex went to a card shop later that night to stock up on physical print media of the rules/handbooks he could get his hands on. The player's handbook, the dungeon master's guide, the monster manual, and a starter kit all come home with him day one.
This man has NOBODY to play with at first so he just full swings into learning the ins and outs(or trying to) before he plays.
THIS MAN ANNOTATES THE FUCKING GUIDE BOOKS
He's never actually gotten to play a full in person campaign because he doesn't have friends or a play group. Even Ivo would never commit and actually play with him.
Slade didn't even know Lex had a DND hobby until he walked in on him painting minis at like 3 AM in the kitchen. Not his in home office or the living room, nope, in the kitchen.
Why? Lex legitimately said it had better lighting and that he didn't want his office to smell like the paints.
This is the nerdiest, doofiest, stupidest shit to Slade.
"You know, every day you remind me more and more that I absolutely would've bullied you in highschool." "Shut up. I'm painting a mimic" "That...the fuck? Why does that look like my desk at work?" "I 3D printed the model." "Where did you get a 3D model of my desk?!" "I made one."
The only reason Slade agreed to even attempt at making a character is because he lost a bet to Lex. He had to let Lex help him make a character that they would then use to try and do a small campaign.
"I just want to fucking hit shit, Lex. I don't want to be a fucking wizard or anything stupid like that. I just wanna fight people!" "I am not making you a barbarian. That's just boring." "I don't care, dude! I just wanna hit shit and have a big dick! Only requirements!" "Compensating?" "YOU KNOW DAMN WELL I AM NOT!"
Lex is a half-elf armorer artificer and Slade is a human rogue.
Lex actually has way more luck introducing Slade to more DND by forcing Slade to sit down and play Baldur's Gate 3.
Slade has so many playthroughs because he romances literally every option available. Lex is shocked because he didn't think he'd get that into it but Slade has to admit he's only doing it to rank their sex scenes.
Lex is insanely good at painting minis. Slade couldn't care less so he let's Lex just paint his for him.
Conner eventually gets roped into the fun but he doesn't understand certain things.
"I want to be a dragon!" "No, Conner...You can't be a dragon." "But you said it's fantasy and it's roleplaying! Anything goes so I wanna be a dragon!" "No, Conner. A dragon isn't playable. You can be a dragonborn if you'd like." "No! Dad I wanna be a legit dragon! Like wings and fire breathing an all that!"
Lex has to relent and ends up letting Conner play a proper dragon in a campaign with some pretty intense homebrew and house rules.
Slade, despite playing a rogue, plays like a bard and tries to seduce and flirt with every enemy.
If that doesn't work he is not above flirting with the dungeon master.
Slade isn't above pulling the route to a more spicy angle, even if Conner is there, because he knows Lex will pull strings to make it easier on them.
If all else fails, Slade absolutely ends up rolling to have the option to whip his dick out. Lex demands an insanely high roll and every time Slade manages to throw a Nat 20.
Conner, just like his step-father, is not above trying to derail the campaign at every turn if he's getting too bored or thinks Slade is flirting with Lex too much.
Conner isn't as lucky as Slade with his throws but every time he's needed to, his modifiers have bumped him up to a dirty 20.
Conner will straight up roll to see if he can just eat Slade's character.
The reasoning? He's a dragon and he's trying to thrive on chaos.
THE ONLY TIME KON EVER ROLLS A NAT 20 IS WHEN HE WANTS TO EAT SLADE.
Lex doesn't have to allow it but he does, much to Slade's chagrin.
Slade doesn't want to stop playing and Kon doesn't want to play alone so Lex does some scuffed DM shit.
The Kon dragon shits out 'Slade' but instead of shit it's an egg and Slade's character hatches into a weird kobold-esque thing.
"What the fuck?! That doesn't even make sense!" "Conner is playing a dragon! It doesn't have to make sense! It's DND! We're already doing wish fulfillment!" "Your wish is for me to be a kobold?!" "You're a kobold with a big dick! Quit complaining!"
Lex goes just a weebit power crazy when he's the DM and it shows.
Conner ends up getting bored pretty quickly into campaigns and always quits about half way through(or quicker depending on what Lex has planned)
Slade's interest for it comes and goes but when Lex gets on a kick for it he's more than happy to oblige.
Slade hates having to listen to campaigns or watching people play via livestreams, he can't follow them and he doesn't understand how Lex likes them.
Slade will make his character as naked as possible just to get a rise out of Lex but will always bitch about how much damage he takes.
Lex, after listening to a lot of begging, lets Slade have a crack at being the DM. It doesn't go terribly...but Lex does end up flipping the board in anger because Slade is being a dick.
The worst DM is Conner. He actively punishes Slade whenever he tries to flirt with Lex and makes a point for things to be significantly harder for the pair if they're together as a couple in the game.
Conner gets his vindictiveness from Lex but gets his pettiness from Slade as a learned behavior, so he's an absolute nightmare.
The last campaign they did ended with both Slade and Lex being killed, Conner laughing triumphantly and declaring himself quote "the winner of DND!"
Lex didn't have the energy to explain to him that that's not how it works so he just let Conner have it.
Slade's proud of Lex for taking it in stride in that moment but knows damn well Lex is going to be bitching about it come bedtime.
Conner looses all interest in DND after that because he 'won' so he just lets that be Lex's thing that Slade hones in on every once in a while now.
Slade managed to find someone in town that could make custom dnd cosplay wear and decided to surprise Lex with it.
THAT sort of roleplay only happens in the bedroom though.
