Hii about the Lex n Clark being temp allies, what if Lex has evidence of their public groping, n he uses that to blackmail them into letting him sleep with them?? He promises to delete the evidence after lol
Lovingly, C
hii, friend! i like it 🤭 💙 prev fic: yes, cousins. | No return
Negotiations
Drabble. Sexual & incestual references. 18+ blog.
"How did you come by this photograph, Lex? And what makes you think it's authentic?" Clark still seemed to think there was another way out of this. The two of you were sitting at Lex Luthor's desk.
Lex laughed. "Trust me: It's been authenticated."
Clark stood up in a huff and paced. Lex straightened the photo of Mr. Handsome on his desk. When Clark returned to the desk, he stood behind you and braced his hands on the back of your chair, scowling with a dark curl falling onto his forehead.
Lex looked back and forth between you and said, "I feel like you want me to sit on it. The article, I mean. do I have that right?" When neither of you answered, he went on, "The problem is, it's just not that comfortable. I feel like I need... something else to sit on. Maybe something to sit on me, too." His eyes traveled down your body, making Clark's jaw clench.
"Forget it cueball," you said.
Lex let out barely a chuckle. "You know, sweetheart, you're pretty on the outside, but I think it's a different story inside." He glanced up at Clark. "You tell me, Supe. You've spent plenty of time there... oops." Lex closed his lips tight, with a trollish smile in his eyes.
You could feel Clark's heart rate speeding up and could picture his eyes glowing red.
"I'm not gonna fuck you, Lex. But fine, I'll suck your dick," you offered. "Whatever."
"Like heck you will," Clark snapped.
"Excuse me?" you asked Clark.
"God, this is fun," Lex chuckled to himself, then addressed Clark. "Oh, you're welcome to chaprone, buddy. Hell, she can sit on your cock while she does it."
"Excuse us," Clark grumbled, then grabbed your arm and forced you to your feet and away from Luthor's desk.
"I'm the one who got us into this," Clark whispered.
"Yeah, but I don't really mind," you shrugged.
"You don't mind?" Clark asked through gritted teeth. "Lex Luthor?? What is wrong with you?"
"You could always let him suck yours," you offered. "Just close your eyes. A mouth is a mouth."
"There's nothing like your mouth," he corrected you.
"That's sweet, baby cousin."
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When you went back to Luthor's desk, Lex announced, "I'm afraid my terms have changed."
"Oh, come on!" Clark shouted with his whole body, pecs bouncing under the S on his chest.
"I think I need both of you," Lex said. "Yeah... it's just too hot watching you conspire to cover up the evidence of your incest... your, your family affair... the way you shouldn't be doing this, but you just can't help it...god, isn't that the best?"
Clark smacked a cup of writing utensils off the desk and loomed over Lex with his chest heaving.
Looking up at Clark, Luthor's blue eyes widened, feigning innocence as he took a sip from his mug.
"Easy, kal," you whispered.
Clark took his seat, mandspreading and tapping one foot violently while chewing his thumbnail.
Lex gave you a smile as he put the mug down, then he clasped his hands together on his desk. "How's this: Put me in the cuck chair today, and I'll cancel this article before it goes to print."
You and Clark shared a glance. Clark wasn't going for it.
"And if you decide you want me to delete this picture from existence, we'll work something else out. There will be time for that."
You and Clark shared a glance.
"Say you get to watch," you mused, "How do we know you're not taping it for more kompromat? How do we know you're not taping right now?"
"Now, she's smart," Lex pointed to you and looked at Clark. "You choose the venue, and you can check for surveillance beforehand. Oh, and you don't have to be in uniform. Although that was a nice touch for my front page article."
"This is never gonna end," Clark gritted. "I say we let him run it."
another post-construct hc:
Quiet doesn't like mirrors.
He's scared that his thoughts will disappear if he looks too closely at one (since the voices were gone when looking after a vessel was taken and it's a bit tricky to distinguish between thoughts and what the voices were) or that it's just Not Real.
If there's a standing object that reflects things somewhere, his first thought is "Oh, it's one of those illusions again, i can probably just move right through it--"
The princess has seen him walk straight into the glass of building windows many times. She observed regular birds doing the same because they can't see glass, so she thinks it's just that because his form in the construct was pretty avian (she wasn't told about the Mirrors appearing in the construct!)
- C
I need to edge for you until I'm just a dumb fag,, need you to degrade me while I rub my (pre-t, sadly)cock to you, fuck your blog is so good and the forcemasc is always so perfect
-C
Ohh I know you'd be gorgeous gasping and whining from me edging you, fag. I'd laugh at how cute and pathetic and brainless you are when you're desperate. Aw, you like being degraded, fag? I'm glad you like my blog. You like thinking about me forcing you to be the man you are? Good, I love making boys be what they are
what if... chance really easily loses his composure without his glasses and headphones... because the world is loud... and people can't tell he's not making eye contact when he's wearing them...
oh also they hide the massive scar across his eyes from him. the only reason he can see is the spectre realised it unwise to make the man with a gun blind.
-"C" anon
I know who you aaaaaarrrrrrreeeeee.... you're... GAY.
anyways
Me too chance, I also cannot survive without headphones for very long... honestly might steal this.
Oh. Okay. So. So you're just going to stab me through my chest? Ok, Okay. But yeah it wouldn't be very good to have chance be blinded while having a gun.
weirdly enough like a day after sending that ask i got started in a relationship with this wonderful “guy” and it’s like im living some kind of sex fantasy
ever since the start I’ve been emphasizing consent here, even asking what terms he’d like (it’s a whole plan I’ll get into it). his idea? he’s doll and I’m mistress
that was crazy enough, but he’s talked about wanting to be broken already, and even likes being called She/her and girl when in super sub space. I don’t think she even knows about the kink???
But the plan is mostly to be ultra accepting and someone he can depend on. Someone she feels comfortable with. And from there just slowly push until she starts folding herself. I want her to break herself for me, mostly.
It’s been hard to hold back (obviously) but this is a good first step
And if I keep coming back, call me C
Well let me just say you’ve got the handbook down, this is pretty much what I end up doing, be ultra accepting, kind and loving, not exactly love bombing, more so just making it clear that I’m a safe person, that I’m not gonna judge, that no matter what I will love “him”
All you’ve got to do is wait for her to come with you, to share something she’d been holding on for so long, that she’s had no place to work on or through before, and become that space for her, stay loving and accepting and be that light in her life, allow the time with you to be shame free, for her to exist exactly how she wants,
If you do it right you won’t even have to push, shell be so addicted to the love and safety and feeling this app brings her that even the idea that it could one day stop existing will be enough to keep her in line,
God and when they’re at it so long you get to start dealing with the little break downs that start to come with her being forced to accept her reality, getting to hold her as she sobs and cries and wishes that she could be a boy, as she accepts that here in your arms, she’ll always be your little doll
(I will use C if you’d like that to be your sign off, though the tag may be a bit ugly)
