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dbf!leon x redfield!reader where youâre mounting on his cock in the middle of the night, doesnât even realize itâs happening till he feels you humping his leg, arousal leaking through your panties and soaking his sleep pants.
what a sight it is, to see the littlest redfield tracing the outline of his half-hard with the tip of your tongue. hungry little thing with a case of the midnight munchies and inappropriate attraction.
curling his hand in your hair, pulling you up so he can get a better look at you: glassy-eyed, hair sticking to your face, and your mouth parted as you pant. making you grind against his thigh as he shames you, as if he isnât the one whose guiding your hips, flexing his thigh to give you something harder to rub yourself against.
cumming with his mouth ghosting over yours, an almost-kiss as you tremble on his leg. lets you rest for a moment before heâs patting your ass and sending you off to your room, emphasizing how you need to get your eight hours.
âyouâll need it for what iâm gonna do to you tomorrow, sweetheart.â
stepbro!clark callin u mommy bc i'm sickly and this is the only cure
2 busy blowin my nose to proofread...
he'd been fucking you for what felt like days, the slick between your legs spreading up your thighs.
"clarkâ" you babble, sucking in a little drool that started to fall from the side of your mouth. "uhh, almost there, clarkie... keep goin', just like that..." in truth, clark's been going at it for so long, made you cum so much that you're not sure you have anything left to give him.
clark grunts in acknowledgement, letting out a guttural whine when you run your fingers through his hair.
"'s that feel good, clarkie?" you repeat the motion with a lazy smile, your wedding ring cold against his scalp.
clark whimpers this time, gripping you where he's holding you by your hips extra tight. tiny little wine glasses shake and tremble, tablecloth rustling under you. yes, he just had to have you right after dinner. "feels so good, mommy."
you gasp. your hands don't stop in his hair, but you pull him up to give him a wide-eyed look. still processing, you choke out, "you wannaâ oh," clark lays his weight on you as he pushes you flat on the table, thrusting hard into you. "wanna make me a mommy for real?"
it's clark's turn to gasp. "yes!" he moans, you're still playing with his hair. "yes, wannaâ" he twitches inside you, stops for a few seconds so as to not cum early. "wanna make you a mommy, please?"
he continues to moan, "mama, mama, ma..."
your toes curl at how deep clark is inside you. "just keep fucking me then, daddy." you bite your lip and look up at your husband teasingly.
with a full body shudder, clark shoots his load inside you, collapsing into your arms.
"did it, mommy..." he mumbles into your chest pathetically, having fully shed the calm, cool attitude he usually has in the bedroom. or, well, the dining room, in this case.
you huff, relaxing into the tablecloth as a makeshift bedsheet. "good job, daddy, s' proud a' you..."
PART TWO OF THIS DUE TO POPULAR DEMAND
pls #issomebodygonnamatchmyfreak
clark feels pretty good about himself right now. the prettiest girl he's ever seen is going to see his dick, and he's not even nervous. he's looking up at you and everything as he feels your freshly manicured nails slide down his belly to his waistband and eventually pull down his jeans and boxers in one swoop.
so, when you go silent right as you finally get your eyes on him, it's safe to say the boy's a little nervous.
"whaâ what's wrong?" his voice is shaky, heart pounding.
you stare down at it in awe silently. your brother, the innocent boy-next-door clark, has been carrying this... this monster around with him every day? it must be seven inches, you think, and that's soft.
"what... the fuck." is all you can muster, not even touching him yet because you're frozen in shock, a hand in front of your mouth which doesn't help clark because he can't see how you feel.
your brother frowns. "say something."
"i did say something," you continue to stare. clark doesn't even think you've blinked from when you pulled down his pants to now.
"say something else." he pleads, a pout spreading across his puppy features.
and you're a good sister, you don't want your brother to frown, so you do try to get your thoughts into words.
a deep inhale. "you're... it's really big, clarkie."
"really?" clark's head tilts.
clark may be the older one, but god, is he naĂŻve.
"yes, really." you pause, then wrap your hand around him.
clark smiles, a deep rosy blush forming on the apples of his cheeks. you like him, you're accepting him.
"i wanna see something." you announce. clark gets hard from the feeling of just your hand around his cock, and it seems like he grows another inch every time you look at it.
"okay," clark smiles, leans against the wall for you to get a better angle.
you have to dig in your pocket for a little before you find it. but, right under old receipts and half empty packs of gum, there it is. a literal tape measure.
clark gulps. "is... that necessary?"
"oh, yes." you nod. "very."
you put him up against your forearm to start, and after getting hard, he's bigger than that. he ends at your wrist, which is already insane, but the number just makes it even more real.
"ohmygod," you mumble under your breath, eyes wider than clark has ever seen them.
"what?" he asks, looking up at you for more words of approval.
he has no right to be looking that innocent, you think, with that between his legs.
"it's... you're... goodness, clarkie, you're... eleven inchesâ"
"is that bad?" he bites his lip, hoping you'll say no. he wonders if you'll still do stuff with him if he asks really nicely.
"uh..." you start. "not... really...?"
not quite the no clark wanted, but it's close enough. it shows him you just might be open to persuasion, and he's known to be quite persuasive.
clark squirms a little when you touch him, even though it's just your finger ghosting over his tip.
"fâ feels different when it's someone else doing it..." he explains when you give him a puzzled look.
clark does want you to touch him, but well, you're doing it a bit strangely. your fingers glide down the veins as you lean in close to get a better look. his tip is a pale peachy pink, same as his lips, it's cute.
you don't realize you said that last part out loud until you look up at clark. he's tomato-faced and looks like he's short circuiting.
"i've never... seen one before." you blurt out.
"yâ yeah, i'd hope not..." clark looks away, having officially broken his streak of looking at you when you started studying him like a lab specimen.
"why?" you smirk. "you'd be jealous?"
clark blinks. "no, because..." think, clark, think. he doesn't come up with a real reason, just looks back up at you, communicating something silently.
using two fingers, you rub the vein on the underside of his cock. he moans, hips jumping into your soft caresses. he doesn't know whether to pull away or lean in close, doesn't appreciate the confusion because when he touches himself, it's all so simple. doesn't feel this good.
"that's sensitive?" you ask, as if you'll jot down notes about it later.
"yâ yeah..." you rub it again, this time with your thumb. "whâ ahh..." clark trembles, biting his lip.
you wrap your hand around his cock again, getting the hang of it after a few minutes. clark likes it slow, especially when you look at him while you're jerking him off.
"wow," you remark, gently pressing your thumb down lightly right under his tip.
he moans again, calls out your name as he leans his head against the wall.
you ask him, "um, what else should i do?" because you're still a little clueless. it's so familiar but different at the same time.
well, clark figures now is as good a time as any to ask.
"can i... put it in?"
you respond with a gasp, inching away shyly. clark mourns the loss of your soft, pretty hand on his cock. "in me?"
clark looks around. "well, yeah." who else?
"um..." you shift. usually, that'd be an immediate no. mom always warned you to not even let a boy touch you, and normally, you would be too scared of going all the way to say yes.
but clark isn't a boy, he's your brother. he's your big brother who you've known your whole life, who'll still let you sleep in his bed if you get scared and who still insists on walking you to class every day. on top of that, you'd already seen each other naked, so you supposed...
"maybe. just... um..." you glance back down. "jeez, you're really big..."
"i'll only put the tip in, i promise, just wanna see how it'd feel." clark swears, and you know your brother would never lie to you.
so after throwing your clothes back on haphazardly and, thankfully, not running into your parents on the way, you let clark take you to your bedroom.
he lies you down atop the butterfly quilt your mother made, spreads your legs and when he leans down... his lips actually touch yours.
"ah! clarkie, you kissed me!" you cover your mouth with both of your hands, all shy even though you and clark are the only two in the room.
clark pauses. "should i not... do that?" to his knowledge, kissing is to sex as breathing is to life.
"um..." you look down where you and clark were about to be connected. you stopped thinking about what you 'should' do, what was 'okay', and focused on what you wanted instead. "yes, kiss me, i want you to kiss me."
you weren't doing anything wrong, per se. it's sort of fuzzy, but you remember one of your parents saying that you should only kiss a boy on the lips if you trusted him, and how could you not trust your brother?
clark followed your lead, kissing you whenever you pulled him in, your hands threaded through his hair to bring him closer.
clark's cock pulses against you. he's just guessing, but he thinks that means it's ready to be inside. so, licking your saliva off of his lips, he asks simply, "now?"
you wiggle against him, feeling how your slick has coated every part of him that's touching you. you nod. "only the tip, remember?"
clark nods seriously, reminding himself. "uh, okay, here i go..."
his tip prods your entrance before he pushes in. it's warm and so intimate, almost as much as the kisses.
"mmm," you moan softly, wiggling your hips to feel him move in you. clark's breath hitches at this, and he stays still because he's not sure what to do now.
"um... i... uh..." he starts.
you blink your pretty eyelashes up at him, cutting off his unsure mumbles with a, "you can put it in."
"what?" clark's eyes go wide. "i... can?" he asks, because if this is some type of test, clark doesn't want to fail it.
you nod. it sounds crazy even to you. he's so big, you first thought when you saw it, that'd never fit. but now you feel all floaty and nice, fluffed pillows under your head, and you think you can take it.
"oâ okay..." clark's voice wavers with both excitement and nervousness. he never thought it'd be you, but it does make sense. you're the person who knows him best, and vice versa, he just never anticipated that you'd let him go this far. he felt good about you being each other's firsts, though. no one else would feel right, for you nor clark.
the first few inches slide in with no pain. clark moans, no, whimpers when he's in you.
"yâ you, oh," he lays his head in the crook of your neck and he's only a boy, so he pushes up further into the hot wetness. he thrusts a bit faster than he'd like but he can't help it, muttering, "that feels good." under his breath.
around six is where clark is met with a little resistance. he doesn't push it, though, enjoys what he has.
"clark," you call out in pure bliss. he's big, yes, but you're not in any pain. "more," you plead.
"can't." he frowns. he's already stretching you as is, doesn't wanna risk hurting you by giving you the whole thing.
"why?" you pull him closer, making his hair curl around your fingers as you lean into his thrusts lazily.
"won't fit," he tries again, gently pushing. yet again, it doesn't work and his tip pushes against something spongy inside you. he can't move any further.
"try againnn," you whine, sliding down in hopes that gravity will do its thing and you'll be able to take all of him, magically.
clark does try again, and again, and again, but all he accomplishes is making you squirm, your cunt squeezing around the length of him that is inside.
"can't... can't do it." clark pouts, pressing a kiss into the corner of your mouth. "sâ sorry..."
you whimper, disappointment souring the sweet moment for no more than a millisecond. "it's okay," your nails gently rake down clark's scalp, making him moan directly in your ear.
clark breaks the comfortable silence of him just fucking you for a while to say, "thank you."
"uhhâ fâ for what?" you wrap your arms around his neck, your eyes closing as you get closer and closer.
"for, um," clark grunts, holding something back. "for letting me..." he shivers when he feels your nails accidentally graze his back where he's sensitive. "y'know..."
"oâ oh," you moan, starting to feel the tingly sensation in your stomach get even stronger, tighter. "thank you... i, uh, like it tâ too..."
clark's thrusts are hard and uneven, his hand on your thigh to keep you as close as possible to him.
"do you feel that?" he asks, holding back by a thread.
you nod, nails digging into clark's skin making him whimper again. "i... i feel like i'm going to..."
clark nods, presses his forehead against yours with his hand still gripping your thigh. "mm, so do i."
you make a point to open your eyes just before you finish, meeting your brother's gaze with a small smile, your eyelids heavy with lust. you swear you feel clark's heartbeat inside you before something hot releases, makes you tighten around him one final time.
curiosity gets the better of you. "what's that, clarkie?" you whisper softly, now hugging him close with your arms and legs wrapped around him.
"um..." clark blushes.
you speak again while clark tries to figure out what to say. "i liked it, was really..." you yawn, closing your eyes. "really nice."
clark finds himself smiling, even though he knows he should be worried about the fact that he just came inside. he isn't, though, because you're underneath him. warm, and sleepy, and happy, and he just can't bring himself to care.
besides, what are the chances you'll get pregnant from him cumming inside one time? it'll probably be fine, and that's all he needs to push the thought to the back of his mind and lay down and sleep next to you. he'll cross the next bridge when he gets to it.
Terrible thoughts about role reversal with caleb
Jiejie loves you.
Jiejie will take care of you.
Jiejie will do anything for you.
Caleb doesn't think you realize just how much he hates hearing that title ring out from between your pretty lips. And why would you? He'd echoed it back to you for years. Even if you weren't that much older than him (just a few years) or that much bigger than him (he still remembered the day hed looked down at you and realized just how small you had always been)-
-to you, who had been indroduced to him as jiejie, as if you had no name or status or importance outside of that, it was unthinkable that you could be anyone else in his eyes.
"Caleb, this is your new jiejie. She's going to help take care of you from now on."
And you had. Of course you had. He'd been so young and in need of guidance. And you- well, fulfilling a role was guidance in its own way. Newly orphaned and just as lost as the other, the two of you had clung to the farce of family as though it were a lighthouse in a storm.
Caleb had, in one fell swoop, become your purpose.
And you, well, you'd become his everything.
Sister. Mother. Guardian. Companion. Teacher.
Tormentor.
okay but pls i need to know what you think the first time sex between clark and gc would look like im literally dying. like obvi clark would be in literal heaven, balls deep in the big sister woman he loves so so much. but like what about gc??? like i personally keep going between two scenarios- 1 where gc is like feeling so guilty and weird about it bc itâs so wrong but it feels so good and clark is just being his sweet patient self and talking her through it or 2 where the first time happens when gc has somewhat kinda come to terms with the whole thing and sheâs just in a state of awe the entire time cause like of all the men sheâs cycled through who have treated her like shit and never bothered to make her feel good, it took letting her baby brother take care of her to see what she was missing out on
BUT AGAIN i need purely your perspective bc you just have a way with this that does not compare to anything else at all, i just got carried away lol. you do not even realize what youâve done to my brain chemistry with gc and clark
aww iâm so flattered you love the two so much!! itâs one of my favorite projects :) unfortunately, i suck at writing sex and this prompt has challenged me to my wits end so i present thee with my bestTM
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a minute ago, some idiot was harassing you on your way out of the bar. he kept commenting about your body, miming what he would do if he got his hands on you. if that wasn't enough, the creep even followed you into the alley, getting too close and too handsy. you had half a mind to punch his lights out.
till it did that for you.
before you know it, your surroundings changed. what once was a dimly lit alley is transformed into a dimly lit bedroom, illuminated by the city lights and partially obscured by a shape.
a shape that was actively holding you, touching you, and doing more than you ever wanted.
outside, your still, but on the inside, you're screaming, trapped inside your mind as its hands rub up your arms, nose digging into your scalp as it huffs your scent, a deep exhale warming the hair there.
"missed you so much, sis," the mantle causes ringing in your ears, tinnitus blocking out the rest of what it has to say. if only the sensation was enough to block out the others it was trying to administer.
part of you wants to chalk this up to a bad dream, a nightmare that just happens to be too vivid. you beg to be pinched, hit, slap, maybe even stabbed if it meant for this to be over. the problem was, it was too kind to harm you physically, so it harmed you the only way it did.
through love.
tears blur time as cold air hits your skin. words are mumbled into your ear, but you don't dare to distinguish them, treating each syllable as background noise as your laid on your back. a mouth connects with your lower lips and you can't hold back your sobs, but it takes them as cries of pleasures.
as if they ever could be.
the whole thing is rushed, the being before you too hopped up on desperation to take it slow like he promised, immediately lost when you were split apart on him. that was what made you accept the reality of the situation, noting how the pain wasn't enough to wake you.
bile stayed lodged in your throat as he took you, tears streaking your face as he- it- clark touched you in the way he always wanted to. mumbling right into your ear about how long he's been waiting for this, that he just wanted to give you space, but couldn't after what happened with that guy.
"couldn't watch him hurt you.. couldn't stand by and- god- couldn't stand by and let him t-touch you," his thrusts become harder just at the thought, possessiveness making him momentarily mean.
how ironic that he play savior to all but be the sword that stabs your heart, winding deeper into your innards till itâs completely pierced through.
he tortures you for hours, and on his nth orgasm you teeter towards your first. you can only hold back for so long, your breaking point definitive of human nature while he remains a monster in his reckoning.
a pointed pressure on your clit is your undoing, clark fucking you chest to back. you swear a molar breaks from how hard you clench your teeth, doing everything you can to stave it off but itâs no use. at your release does he relax, cooing in your ear as he fucks you through a mix of your fluids, âso good for me, so good for her brother.â
tears run down your face, mirroring the mess between your thighs.
sleep becomes your sanctuary after that point, and you link the mutterings of âgrowing our family,â to dream fodder.
tw: stepcest, allusions to abuse (not by clark), light stalking
continuation of this
the night of clarkâs confession leaves you shaken, clinging to the kitchen sink. the sound of water running is meant to ground you, but it does nothing to quiet the revelation of your brotherâs feelings.
hi gc anon (yk who u are), i am answering that ask but it is getting away from me!!! might have to do two parts
stepbro!kyle who loves making you warm his cock. his favorite way to take you is in a spooning position, you being the little spoon of course. heâs a bit of a tactile man, needing to paw at the soft fat of your stomach and thighs to calm the thoughts plaguing his mind.
donât even fight him anymore when his hands wander to the apex between your legs, cupping your pussy through a pair of sweats you stole from him (heâll tease you about it later, what matters is the way you squirm from the contact).
whispering in your ear about how easy you are, the barest touch already getting you so worked up. isnât long before heâs pulling your sweats down, already wet and waiting.
sliding in feels like coming home. the heat of your cunt on his cock reminding him of all the times before. memories of you pushing at his chest only to become cock-drunk within a matter of minutes. âbaby sis has the most perfect pussy, doesnât she?â a whimper is the only answer he gets, too caught up in the fullness right below your navel to produce a verbal response.
I need more clark kent pleaseee (maybe some more incest ;)
just plagued with the thought of him getting a thigh job from you, and if weâre talking about gc, then itâs MEAN. squeezing his cock with your meaty thighs, pinching the head of his cock with your nails.
produces the bitchiest and pitchiest whines from him, the fact heâs so close to your pussy but not actively fucking it drives him mad.
and obviously, you have to edge him too. every time heâs on the brink of cumming youâre ripping your thighs apart, throwing his head back and even stomping his foot like a petulant child, begging for you to let him cum.
and the funny thing is, he can overpower you oh so easily. break you apart the way he likes, shove his thick cock in with no remorse and floods your insides with his spend. but heâs nothing if not a good little brother, waiting for his big sis to give him the go ahead and stain her thighs white.
and one day, he hopes it gets to be your cunt that receives his mess.
i need to know if clark every makes it apparent or even like confesses to gc that heâs basically in love with you. like would it ever happen even subtly? how would it happen? what would you say?
oh anon. do i have an answer for you.
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there is a point in time where clark confesses everything, shock being the first emotion you feel which is quickly followed by disgust because heâs your brother. blood-or-not, it arouses a revulsion within you.
thinking about price as your neighbour.
18+ [smut, daddy kink, all porn no plot- just how i like it (and you should know that), not edited please spare me]
heâs older than you. not significantly, you donât think, but there are the odd few specks of silver in his trimmed beard, and the lines around his dark eyes are deep and pronounced.
thereâs a tobacco coarseness to his voice when he first greets you, but his words are sweet and his tone is kind-spirited. you donât know what to make of him initially, the way he leans against the low wooden fence, one large hand encompassing the head of one of the posts. you canât quite put a finger on it, but thereâs something that doesnât match.
doesnât match the charming smile split across his face, and where the sun-kissed apples of his cheeks push up and crinkle around his eyes. doesnât match the way he listens so intently as you introduce yourself, a slight tilt of his head to the side, like a puppy listening to the jingle of a bell. doesnât match the way he sticks out his hand and gently shakes yours, his palm coarse and warm and huge compared to yours.
what youâre missing, what youâre not thinking of, doesnât make him a bad person. the mismatch of something, anything, as you gaze at him across the low picket fence doesnât send alarms flaring in your brain. it just makes you wonder.
thereâs something about this manâŠ
and youâre quick to find it out.
getting dizzy thinking about price taking you to the pub and introducing you as his kid to his men and then proceeding to grope and kiss you for the rest of the night right in front of them
âkidâs got a tight lil hole,â simon grunts, thick hands holding you by the waist as he fucks into you from behind while price watches you swallow down his cock, taking them both like a good kid should.
âsweet thingâs never had anything but dad inside, ainât that right?â price coos down at you, chuckling softly when you whine and try to nod. âthatâs it sweetheart, doing so well for your daddy and uncle.â
stepbro!abbot who asks his little sister for help on his anatomy project. finished his service and decided he wanted to go into medical school, the bloody show off. why he asks for your help boggles your mind considering heâs great at everything he does and youâre almost considered average.
you shouldâve know it was going to be for his own selfish reasons, considering he has you spread out on the dining table, as naked as the day you were born. the speculum shoved inside your cunt leaves you even more exposed, allowing jack to see the inner workings of his baby sister. itâs an invasive process, one that has you sniffling and begging for him to hurry up.
jack reminds you with a firm pinch to the inside of your thigh that big girls donât cry at doctorâs appointments, and if you keep squirming and sobbing heâll have to do the inspection again. and you donât want that, do you? so just be a good patient and let him pet at your labia majora and minora.
more glass-child details because i want to write for it but i donât want to write for it
- gc is 6 years older than clark, making her 38 and him 32. - she is a divorcée. her ex-husband was toxic, emotionally-abusive, and a cheater, but they only came to light when she divorced him (clark knew of course, but knew he couldn't intervene. coincidentally, superman would never swoop in whenever that guy was in trouble). - they got married pretty young (24-25), and had their son, daniel, three years after because ex-husband was caught cheating a year after they got married. daniel is ten. - despite her distaste for clark, he's a prominent figure in daniel's life especially post-divorce. uncle clark is the perfect babysitter, even if gc does not want to admit it. because of his usefulness to her, he's tolerable. barely. - daniel confessing to clark that he wishes he was his dad instead. acts more like him anyways, and who is clark to deny him that? encouraging the kid to call him dad when it's just the two of them. - clark who would listen in on you getting fucked throughout your whole life, fisting his cock and imagining it was him making you feel like that, that it was his name you were screaming. - clark is actively seeing lois but it's far more of a casual thing. a "crush" to hide his burning desire for you
somnophilia w/ stepdad!abbot would be so perfect.
heâs naturally a light sleeper, anyone would be after everything heâs been through. even harder when his ânightâ is everyone elseâs âdayâ, schedules clashing and interrupting his sleep. to solve this, he pops a melatonin before bed, fast-acting and convenient. lays the old man to rest till his alarm rings and then heâs up.
given his history of troubled sleeping, you never thought the pill would be so efficient in keeping him asleep. that is, till you dropped a pan while rifling through the kitchen, right next to your parents bedroom. you waited for the door to swing open, a kind but exhausted reminder to be quiet muttered from abbotâs lips. a minute passes, then another. it isnât until you reach the five-minute mark do you realize your stepdad is out. cold.
he follows the circadian rhythm the pills and his alarm have set for him. nothing could disturb his natural order. so, itâs only natural for you to test it.
rubbing your bare pussy over his clothed crotch, biting back a moan but doing nothing to stop your movements. just like you thought, he doesnât move, not even to do much as twitch or furrow his brows. the man is dead asleep, dreaming about memories thought to be lost, unaware that his pervert stepdaughter is grinding against his groin.
you stop when you're almost there, hopping off him and finishing on the floor. there's no need to push your luck more than you already have. maybe next time you'll finish on his cock; sandwiched between your pussy lips or trapped inside your cunt.
the thought makes drool seep from both ends.
mmffff I need need need an expansion on the glass child stuff cuz that's absolutely delicious
thank you. there wasnât enough pesudo-cest/stepcest with clark. be the change you want to see.
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glass child (gc for short) was dealt probably the worst hand ever. besides being invisible, sheâs also the eldest daughter; a label known for the burdens it carries, an adult when convenient and a child when necessary. think itâs one of the most thankless jobs that are placed upon the most unwilling people, and with the glass child aspect involved.. like i said, a bad hand.
thereâs also the neglect gc faced and how that effected the relationships she pursues. doesnât matter if it was platonic or romantic, all of them were incredibly toxic and tore her down but at they very least they paid attention to her (specifically her flaws). just hung out with a bad crowd, which clark wasnât a fan of. there were a few fights between gc and her folks because of clarkâs tattling, harsh words thrown his way (âi wish you never existed!â and the like), but despite it all he never loved you less. he was just looking out for his big sister, is that so wrong?
thereâs a vivid image in my head of clark standing outside your door, listening to you sob. how his heart aches from being the cause of your pain both indirectly and, currently, directly. he doesnât want to make you cry, but he also doesnât want you associating with people who donât care about you. more specifically, care about you like he does.
what manifests is a sick and twisted adoration and need to protect you, but also having the restraint not to interfere less you make your hatred apparent again.
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iâm so happy people are enjoying this! i enjoy writing it. i have a lot more iâd love to get into but if any of you have requests or questions, donât be afraid to send them <3