#thelionelluthor

[heartsandmiinds]

[ drape ] (Mercy Graves)

send one to see how my muse reacts  /  soft edition.

[ drape ] for your muse to help pull off / unzip my muses clothing

Mercy sighed in relief when she felt the zipper finally run down her back as she pushed the top half of her dress off of her. “God, that had to be the most irritating three hours I’ve ever been to. What was the benefit even for again?” she asked, turning around with an exasperated look on her face that quickly turned to a mixture of shock, anger, and confusion at how in the hell Lionel Luthor had even made it into her bedroom without her noticing. This night must have been rough for Mercy if she didn’t notice him lurking right behind her the whole night.

"What...the fuck...are you doing in here, you lecherous toad?" her eyes narrowed as she looked at Lionel, hate shining in her eyes. She didn't even care if she was only in lingerie anymore, that thought was the last one on her mind. She was on her own turf now, there were no forced polite smiles, words or looks anymore. If he wanted to invade in her privacy like this, she would let him know exactly what a sin like that would entail and how he would be paying for it.

[corvidamned]

@thelionelluthor | 29. for sex on a table/counter/desk 

Pushed into a corner, Kira rose to sit and bring Lionel closer. Her long legs wrap around his sacrum to let his arousal bump right against her core. Kira moans against his lips, nuzzling into his skin. Her nails scratch lightly down his back, maintaining control to enjoy the slow exploration. She rolls her hips to rub and edge needily against the ridge in his trousers. “Please…” She’s waited this long. “Please let me have it.”

[corvidamned]

Name: Lionel Luthor

Age: 60

How well do we know each other?: Kindred spirits

Do you have a pet name for me?: Not as of now, but if there is it'd be Mon amour.

Do I have a pet name for you?: No.

Are you attracted to me?: Very much so.

Why do you want to marry me?: :Saying that I love you and wanting to spend my time with you would be oversimplifying the emotions that I experience whenever you're around.

Big wedding or Small wedding?: Budget is not an issue.

Do you see children in our future?: A marriage of two persons would have children.

“That we are.” “Then you shall be Dragostea mea.” “Don’t go anywhere...” “Budget is not the problem. Gathering tolerant family, especially a certain son, is. Then there’s the issue of media and not being particularly photogenic.” “It’s what I want.”

[shotgunfather]

[ @thelionelluthor ]

There’s a certain engine rev that was so common on these back country roads. Either the engine’s weak from hauling crop and feed, or some kid took his muffler off to sound tough. Either way, it’s a sound you get used to out here. And he isn’t fond of it when a car pulls up without him being able to tell it’s coming from a mile off. 

In short, he hates how silent Lionel’s goddamn car is.

His hands flex as the dust settles from the road. Even though he’s not a fighting man by nature, doesn’t mean his shoulders don’t tense up anytime he’s around the bastard. That guilt creeps up around his shoulder blades and pulls them taut. A reminder to not make mistakes like that again.

“Lionel.” The small town facade of friendliness is one he doesn’t even try at with the businessman. Some charming small town hick, he ain’t. Well, he is but not for a Luthor’s benefit. Lionel trying and failing to get that country road dirt off the shoulders of his suit is more amusing than it should be. “If you’re looking for Lex, I haven’t seen him. Not that I’m exactly mourning his lack of presence around here.” He leaned against the barn door. “Somethin’ tells me y’came out here for something else, though.”

[okieufo]

[ @thelionelluthor cont’d ]

The look on his face is blank-- the name doesn’t mean anything to him. He tries to keep the snarl from his face. Crosses his arms lest he lash out physically-- oh, he wants to, but if he did strike, he’s not sure if he would be able to hold back. So he grips at his biceps, nails digging deep into skin. Anger and rage pounding in his ears, buzzing across his skin.

A muscle in his jaw twitches and he shifts his feet. Squaring his shoulders and puffing his chest out. No need for posturing, he knows he’s physically stronger than Lionel already. But he remembers the nights spent helping calm his friend down, spent with both of them trying to distract themselves from their traumas. 

He snorts. The laugh holds no joy, just anger, bewilderment. “You’re gonna help me like you helped your son?” He unclasped his arms, letting fists drop at his sides. Stay in control. He could hear his father chide him. Even if no one in town would blame him if he didn’t. Oh, to hear bones break and that evil heart stop and to savor screaming and begging and-- 

No. For now, this was just a verbal argument. Keep it together. Nostrils flared as he took a breath to center himself.

“I know who I am. I know my destiny. I don’t need help from some monster like you.” A lie, he didn’t, he was always, always trying to figure that out. But he had found a home in Lex. Someone who was willing to stand by him as he figured that out. And damn if Lionel was going to lay a finger on him again.

[exoplanetological-blog]

@thelionelluthor

“Perhaps.” It was not easy to keep the family together; even decades after Julian and Lillian had passed. Lionel could tell his son had hardened over the years by his Spartan-like parenting. It was one of the many remorses he had but will never admit it.

He chuckled lightly, helping himself to a drink of brandy. “Just… wanting to chat with my son.” “I’ve noticed you’ve been keeping an eye on the young Mr. Kent lately.”

      The dubious look on Lex’s face told everything Lionel needed to know. He didn’t, for one second, believe that this was just a chat. Years of manipulation games had taught him to be wary. Lex said nothing as he watched the other pour his drink. One brow arched at the comment. That wasn’t anything close to what he was expecting. 

                “You make it sound like I’m spying.” Lex shifted, keeping his expression carefully neutral. Where was this going? “If you mean I’ve struck up conversation on a few occasions, then yes. I wouldn’t call it ‘keeping an eye on’ him.”

[heartsandmiinds]

@thelionelluthor || Cont. from x:

Mercy rolled her eyes at the usual look Lionel gave her. She knew exactly when his eyes were on her, before now she was never in a private enough place to act upon her fury. Now it was different, the door was closed, the house was practically empty, and she had more incentive now than ever before to completely tear the shit out of Lionel. However, quick-thinking Mercy had to make up a plan first, which was, as much as she hated it, to play along.

“Funny, because he already told me about his trip just before we left for the benefit tonight.”

She looked over at the folder and blew out a sigh. “Throwing it wasn’t entirely necessary. I do have hands you could just put it in.” she rolled her eyes. “Unless you’re scared of me for some reason.”

[heartsandmiinds]

Age 16

Send me an age and my muse will tell you one thing that happened to them when they were that age that they will never forget.

“Oh my god, when I was 16 was the very first time I had a really big blow-out party while daddy was out of town. I had had this amazing birthday party only a week ago, and daddy said that he was going out of town and I was still in a partying mood so I hosted an entire weekend of just me and all my friends and all the guys at my school to come over and just…have a really great birthday party. You know, it was actually front page news. You can look it up, and I’m pretty sure I heard somewhere that the GCPD guys, those that were involved in it, still talk about that party to this day…it got a little out of hand…and out of the house…and into the streets. I had my friend who was really good with locks break into the liquor thing and we kind of got crazy…best party I ever threw though. Definitely unforgettable.”