#another real interaction with the sibling

[slayerkitty]

The Unofficial TaUs Timeline

(as written to the best of our knowledge by @blu-eyed-demon and myself. Disclaimer: The dates and events are to the best of our recollection and memory. If they are not 100% accurate or in exact chronological order, please forgive us as the bulk of this was written until the wee hours one night on a whim and stuff started to run together.)

When things first started happening, I hadn't been dragged into this, but @blu-eyed-demon is a big BOC fan, so they were paying some attention.

Ta, Us, and 2J start attending events as a trio throughout Summer 2024

August 31st, 2024: BOC announces that Us' contract has expired, 2J's (his KP partner) would be ending Oct 31st, 2024.

Fall 2024, exact date unknown: Copper (Ta's partner from DFF), departs for the UK for school (unofficially splitting their pairing).

Fans start assuming that when 2J's contact ended, he and Us would maybe sign somewhere else as a pair - but practically the second 2J's contract ends, he joined the cast of Lover Merman and immediately started sailing his new ship.

(this is around when I came into the picture, @blu-eyed-demon messaged me and was like, "Ta and Us are doing things, it feels weird, you know more about BL branded pair marketing than I do, is this weird? YES, IT WAS WEIRD.)

Ta and Us' social media started to feature each other a lot at this point (road trips - they went to the Heart Burger restaurant!, photoshoots, and even meals in Us' car at Us' families coffee shop).

ChalarmJames posted a clip of a workshop, where James was lying his head on Chalarm's lap and then the camera pans over and the joke was that he was mocking Us, who had his head in Ta's lap! (still no idea WHY these four were workshopping together)

In another workshop around the same time, TaUs posted IG pics/clip of them drawing on each other's hands and feet (FEET!)

The BOC Halloween party had a drunken revelation about two of the actors confirming they were a couple - two pairs were speculated: PongTong or TaUs (it ended up being PongTong and we all saw how that went, yikes).

During this period there was a noticeable uptick in their skinship, closeness, and even sniff kisses.

More surprising IG stories followed: Ta and Us did a week long training with a real class of recruits at a police academy (STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT THIS IS FOR EITHER AND IT'S DRIVING ME INSANE).

Love is Like a Bike press conference was announced in early November 2024, Ta and Us are confirmed to be attending the press conference.

The press conference to officially announce the cast was held on November 24th, 2024 and Ta was slated to play one half of a secondary pairing in the show… BUT NOT WITH US. While Us was in the show, Ta was actually paired with another actor named Nanon (I'm going to be so real, I do not remember this guy's name)

(At this point, I told @blu-eyed-demon I had no idea what the fuck TaUs were doing. If they had been paired for the Bike BL, then I would have said "oh, they were soft launching, makes sense". BUT THEY WEREN'T. So my other thought was "well, fuck me, maybe they're dating, idek?")

Heading into December 2024, Toey (Ta's sibling, who just made a movie with Fourth from GMMtv), started attending events with TaUs.

There was an awards show (I can't even begin to remember which one ooops), where the cast of the Bike BL attended. Ta took ONE pic with Nanon and spent the rest of the time with Us and Toey.

(This is the second and last time we saw Ta and Nanon interact publicly, EVER)

BOC's NYE countdown party brought more fun: Ta took one pic with Copper (who was home for the holidays) and spent the entire night with Us, WHO WASN'T EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE THERE, HE CAME AS TA'S +1). They were caught sharing drinks, holding hands, hugging, and at least one sniff kiss.

They did a joint Chinese New Year photoshoot, where Ta was sitting on a throne and Us was perched on the arm next to him (it read very, very couple-y, imo).

Also for Chinese NY, they visited 9 temples together as part of Buddhist practices (accompanied by Toey).

On Valentine's Day 2025, they released a tiktok where they danced together to "How Deep is Your Love"

Us brought Ta a cake at Ta's birthday event in February 2025 (and Ta gave him a special cupcake of his own).

One of the road trips they had taken was filmed for Tong's (former KP castmate) you tube channel and dropped in March 2025. There was a "hickey" discussion back when it was filmed because pics of Ta had some questionable marks. Ta said it was from "playing airsoft." (Sure, Jan)

March 1st, 2025: Ta's contract ended with BOC. Ta, Us, and Toey all confirmed they were under the same management, Bright Venture Artists.

Either in March or April 2025, TaUs did their first joint interview. It was poorly subbed, but we were able to glean that they considered themselves a pair (unclear in what capacity) and they had future upcoming plans. They also promised that they would have a Big Announcement ‘sometime soon’ but couldn’t even give hints.

Other things learned during this interview: since DFF, Us does Ta's make up. He doesn't have a make up artist. Also, they use Guu/Mueng pronouns for themselves/each other (both of which are considered vulgar and offensive unless you are extremely close).

After Songkran, things went quiet. Love is Like a Bike had released schedules for workshopping, costume fitting, script read throughs but according to social media, nothing seemed to be happening. Everything was suddenly very hush-hush for no apparent reason. 

TaUs attended the KP reunion (via Jeff) together

May 14th, 2025: the Bike BL IG makes a huge casting announcement. Nanon was no longer with the show and his character would now be played by Us.

And that is the timeline of how TaUs became a branded pair in the most ass backwards way possible (and the six months of insanity, frustration, and cage rattling that @blu-eyed-demon and myself suffered during that time period.)

Tagging by request: @respectthepetty @babyangelsky @italianpersonwithashippersheart @benkaben @callipigio @lukaherehelp

And if anyone wants to see the tik tok compilation that @blu-eyed-demon put together, it's here: https://youtu.be/H2HftdRaqdg?si=x4Y6ac5mWp0lUu6d

[aikouify]

an exorcist's vulnerability ᯓ★ˎˊ˗

this is a repost of my twitter thread on how vulnerable kou can be when it comes to mitsuba and what led up to said vulnerability.

you can read the thread here !

Kou, while he may not be the best at fighting or the strongest, has great survival instincts. He has a fast reaction speed, strong situational awareness, and (while sometimes caught off-guard) is constantly on-guard. We see this various times throughout the manga, going as far back as to when he was introduced. For example, we can see Kou jump back quickly as Hanako brings his knife to Kou’s neck. Immediately after, Kou brings his staff in front of him as a means of defense. He does this often throughout the series, so it is most likely a habit he developed from training. Even while his raiteijou is being held by Hanako, Kou is still able to evade the attacks.

A more recent example of his survival instincts would be chapter 98, in which Kou senses the supernatural approaching him and Mitsuba and reacts quickly by swiftly grabbing Mitsuba, then jumping back with him. He again puts his raiteijou in front of the two of them to act as a barrier and as a means of protection from the supernatural.

Kou’s relationship with Mitsuba offers a window for us to see a a side of Kou that we don’t usually get to see, as well as someone that helps us to hear his internal conflicts. Kou, who tends to keep his feelings to himself, bawls his eyes out in front of Mitsuba and ever so slightly opens up.

However, Kou wasn't always this vulnerable with Mitsuba. In fact, Mitsuba himself was no exception to this guarded behavior. In chapter 47, we yet again see Kou jump back and put his staff in front of him to defend himself as soon as Mitsuba transforms into his school wonder form, even though Mitsuba assures Kou he isn’t going to hurt him.

At this point in the story, Kou is under the impression that Tsukasa is forcing Mitsuba to do something that he doesn’t want to do, so he is on-guard as he would be with any other person capable of harming people or worthy of suspicion.

However, when Mitsuba reveals that he agreed to this fake world on his own accord, reveals his self-awareness when it comes to the impossibility of his wish, and allows himself to be open with Kou, Kou seems to let down his guard with Mitsuba.

Despite keeping his distance moments before, Kou allows Mitsuba to get close to him, their faces being only inches apart. Part of this is because Mitsuba reopened a wound of Kou's by showing a memory of Sousuke, but another part of it is that Kou feels bad for mitsuba, who feels like this fake happiness is all he can have.

Kou tells Mitsuba that he’ll help him find happiness in the real world, to which Mitsuba replies with anger. Kou has always been human. He’s the complete opposite of Mitsuba, who was born as a supernatural. Kou will never understand how Mitsuba feels, they are two worlds apart.

Following this interaction, Kou begins to be vulnerable with Mitsuba. He wants to understand Mitsuba, and he is willing to die in order to do so. He entirely abandons any logical thinking and acts on his emotions. Mitsuba is the only thing on his mind; not anyone or anything else, Mitsuba.

Vulnerability by definition is "the quality or state of being exposed to the possibility of being attacked or harmed, either physically or emotionally.” By jumping off the building, Kou puts Mitsuba and the chance to understand him fully above his own life, exposing himself to the possibility of being harmed, as per the definition.

Kou jumping off the building not only displays his selflessness and dedication to understanding mitsuba, but also a selfish side of him. He jumps without any regard to how Mitsuba, or even his own siblings, would feel. It also displays his emotional commitment to Mitsuba. From this moment on, Mitsuba has become someone that Kou deems a priority. He has found his way into Kou’s heart. This in itself is vulnerability, as Kou’s promise to help Mitsuba become human and to stay with him forever has turned Mitsuba into someone important to Kou, someone capable of hurting him, both emotionally and physically as we come to find out in later chapters.

Another example of Kou’s vulnerability when it comes to Mitsuba is chapter 77, the Red House arc. The Red House contains a supernatural entity that has the ability to grant a wish in exchange for life, and Kou finds himself face to face with the red house’s manifestation of Mitsuba.

Kou claims that he’ll ignore whatever the Red House throws at him, which includes this manifestation of Mitsuba. However, he treats this manifestation as if it really were Mitsuba, and Kou is unable to fully ignore it. When it holds him back from leaving, he replies and doesn’t try to pull away.

When it tells Kou to die and become a supernatural so that they can be together forever, Kou stands still. He stares at the manifestation and allows for it to reach out to him, nearly touching his face before it says "I trust you to keep your promise." He then slaps its hand away, claiming "Mitsuba would never trust someone like him.”

This is a prime example of Kou’s vulnerability with Mitsuba. For someone who’s constantly on-guard, Kou allows this manifestation to get close to him. He lets his guard down because it takes on Mitsuba’s appearance and he goes against what he knows: that this isn’t actually Mitsuba. He knows that this is just a manifestation made by the Red House to trap him, yet he still finds himself being affected emotionally. He’s unable to shut off the part of him that cares for Mitsuba, so he lets the manifestation close to him and fails to look away. If it weren’t for that one statement, Kou might have been fooled.

Kou’s vulnerability with Mitsuba can also be seen all throughout the Night Life arc, starting at the very beginning. Kou jumps at the slightest rustle of a bush, yet he is caught off-guard by Mitsuba yet again. We know that Kou has a keen sense of hearing (see chapter 65, when Kou hears a noise just before Natsuhiko screams) and is also aware of his surroundings a good amount of the time, yet he is caught off-guard by Mitsuba, who gets close enough to cling onto him. While Mitsuba could have just been moving silently, this moment still accurately depicts how easily Kou’s usual guarded behavior is constantly disrupted by Mitsuba; It depicts his vulnerability with Mitsuba. He has let Mitsuba get in his bubble enough to affect him this way. Mitsuba has once again found a way to get past the walls Kou has put up.

Chapter 99 is when Kou is most vulnerable with Mitsuba. when Mitsuba tells Kou about his situation, Kou is immediately upset at the fact Mitsuba invited him out just to ask Kou to exorcise him. He then angrily exorcises a supernatural, providing a heart for Mitsuba to eat.

Mitsuba refuses to eat it, which just angers Kou even more. Despite mitsuba refusing to eat, Kou persists. As Kou tries to get force Mitsuba to eat the heart, we see him upset, we see him frustrated, we see him being aggressive, all in a desperate act to fix Mitsuba's body. It’s an act full of pure fear and panic. He doesn’t want to lose Mitsuba again, so he desperately tries to prevent it from happening, though he does it violently. He isn’t acting rationally and his emotions are getting the best of him, which is a form of vulnerability.

Alongside that, Kou refuses to exorcise Mitsuba, even saying "Don't you dare..." to the supernatural, which is presumably an unfinished "Don't you dare say that." He is unable to fathom the thought of doing that to Mitsuba. By refusing to exorcise Mitsuba, Kou is unknowingly and selfishly indulging in his own desire to stay with Mitsuba forever, even though Mitsuba has given up on his supernatural life. Through his emotions, we see that Kou is exposed to emotional hurt from Mitsuba, another form of vulnerability.

As this moment of desperation for Kou continues on, we can see him crack. The emotions and side of him that usually tends to stay hidden are revealed: we see his fear of losing Mitsuba, his emotional attachment to him, and his weakness towards the supernatural.

Chapter 99 is also the first time we see tears actually fall from Kou’s eyes rather than just seeing his eyes water up (see chapter 10 & chapter 74) or him crying into his pillow (see chapter 20). His tears show raw emotion, emotion that he’s not holding back like usual. Kou is unguarded, he is showing Mitsuba how much he truly cares about him. He non-verbally tells Mitsuba that he does not want to lose him. Not only does he offer Mitsuba the supernatural heart, but he offers his own to Mitsuba as well.

Early on in the manga, Kou had mostly been depicted as cheerful, dedicated, and selfless, with a desire to make everyone happy, even if he’s not expected to. Yet in chapter 99, he yells, he cries, he’s stubborn, he’s violent, he’s selfish, and he's vulnerable. This is by far the most emotionally vulnerable we have seen Kou be.

Prior to this arc, Kou had been known to tend to keep his emotions and thoughts, especially regarding Mitsuba, to himself. However, Kou continues to cry in front of Mitsuba, not attempting to hold his tears back. Kou’s tendency to ball up and cover his face to hide his tears is revealed in this moment, and while he doesn’t break the habit, he does allow himself to be comforted by Mitsuba and expresses how he feels, slightly opening up to Mitsuba.

Mitsuba jokes that Kou would be lonely without him, to which kou denies. Though, his tears say otherwise. By admitting he would be lonely without Mitsuba would be admitting his emotional dependence on him, to admit that he would be left with pain he wouldn’t know how to deal with. Yet by trying to hold back, he ends up being more emotionally exposed and vulnerable. His tears tell Mitsuba everything he needs to know, and vulnerability is in the words that Kou isn’t able to say. Though, Kou himself may not fully understand this yet; He might not know why it is that he wouldn’t be able to handle Mitsuba being gone or why he would be sad with him gone, which makes him even more vulnerable. Kou fails to hide how much he truly cares about Mitsuba, and his failure to suppress the truth makes him vulnerable, it makes the moment intimate and real.

In a promotional art for volume 20, we see Kou leaning into Mitsuba as Mitsuba comforts him. Here, Kou stops trying to be strong and allows himself to be weak with Mitsuba. Kou, who tends to keep his feelings to himself, allows himself to be cared for and comforted by Mitsuba instead of holding back. He doesn’t try to pretend like he’s okay, he feels his emotions rather than suppressing them, and he allows Mitsuba to see him in this state. He lets Mitsuba hold and comfort him, showing that he trusts Mitsuba enough to see him in such a fragile state even for just a moment. Kou allows Mitsuba to see how much he truly cares for him, even if he doesn’t verbalize it. In the end, Kou is most vulnerable with Mitsuba.

thank you for reading <3

[incorrect-undertronic-quotes]

Chronos, drunk: You know how animals have a tastebud for water but we don't? Cider, also drunk: Why didn't we put a dog on the Ghostbusters team?

[vibinginthebg]

✨Some doodles of the siblings to try to see how to draw them ✨

(I am super late to the party hello)

[frenchfry99]

"new friend?"

Another day in neighborhood, another troublemaker in Howdy's bugdega

Explaining that he has a whole stack, stash and a box of things to do, "uncle Howdy" tells Lilly to go find someone else to play with, giving a couple of beloved by her tangerines, to sweeten the situation at least a bit.

Throwing out the peels Lilly finds something bizarre- more like someone??

They went to visit frogs later :]

That frog ribbited something too personal 😔😔

Tiger cubs tend to bite others while playing, so does Lilly! (Nobody can escape the lil ankle biter!! Muhaha!!)

Her clown nose honks if you press on it! :]

so silly!!!! Gahhhh!!!! He better watch out for the claws though-

Being silly whole day is a hard job to do so they're taking a nap😔😔

Goofy doodle of "the mandatory older sibling report in the end of the day" lmao (Sunny would think Robbie is just one of the countless itty bitty bugs Lilly befriends)

Robbie belongs to @clownsuu ! >:^]

[pretty-little-martyr]

i think my favorite incredibly-niche subgenre of youtube is when they try to make something go viral while pretending to be someone else. there have been several tomska Try Hards videos about this and also Danny Gonzalez keeps trying to do it and its just so funny when they get found out and are shocked people recognize them. like i get it because i would be the exact same way/i am the same way when people recognize me for my art in non-art spaces, but it's also so fucking funny like babes yall have millions of subscribers and are shocked people out there will identify you by voice or style??

[timmydraker]

Tim accidently referring to the Joker as Dad but those who know about Joker Jr aren’t present and so everyone is left with the ‘realisation’ that Tim is the son of the biggest nightmare to their family.

It’s probably Jason and Steph, her there to bother Tim but Jason went to the manor for food and the two naturally started arguing. Maybe Jason tells Tim to stop costing on his case and prove a point be made against blonde, but Tim just offhandedly goes, “Later, I think my dad broke out of Arkham again but the guards aren’t doing anything. Maybe they’re in on it…”

The two present naturally look at each other with confusion and for the first time stop bickering to peak over his shoulder and see what his case is because, holy shit Tim had a villain for a dad and didn’t tell us? Only to see numerous photos of the Joker in his cell and many reports over the last week of how he’s been behaving and Jason…

Steph pushes the man out of the room when she sees his face go from frozen fear to anger, thinking it’s towards Tim and his secrecy and, while she totally gets that, now isn’t the time.

Though when they get into the Jason starts a rant about how Bruce and Dick should have told him that the monster had a child, even if that child wasn’t Tim! Jason protects kids! Did they think he’d hurt him just because of who his father is?

No!

If anything, he’d become the kids full time body guard to stop that mad man from making Tim into another version of himself!

The two naturally go to tell the others, pulling Damian, Cass and Duke into a mostly unused room and telling them what they discovered, all while Tim stays in the library working on his case.

Cass is beyond worried but also confused because he doesn’t seem to have any physical characteristics of the Joker or Harley, but maybe the mother is different? Perhaps it’s still Janet and either she had a fling with the Joker or something far worse, which makes the young girl enraged on the woman’s behalf.

Damian makes a comment about him killing Tim, not in a serious manner but more as an option, but Duke shuts it down, saying that having a villain for a parent doesn’t mean anything about who you will be. He points out those in the family of that nature and other heroes like Superboy.

When asked why they didn’t get Dick or Babs involved, Jason says they defiantly know and lied about it.

It’s only after another three hours of working that Tim catches himself referring to the Joker as dad and shuts his laptop, making his way to Bruce’s room to hide under the older man’s bed like he usually does when that happens, only to overhear what his siblings are saying.

Tim presses his ear against the door to hear better.

“If that maniac had a kid, surely he’d have told everyone he had an heir or something.” That’s Steph’s voice, filled with worry that only he and Cass could detect as she hides it under a whiney tone.

Jason is next to respond, “maybe he doesn’t know? I mean, did Tim ever even interacted with him before he became Robin?”

It doesn’t take much more than that for Tim to realise that he must have been talking aloud again or absently answered someone earlier and misspoke in front of them.

Panic fills him as he avoids telling Bruce when he gets bad, even if it’s just a small thing, because the older man will start of being a concerned parent then go into Batman mode and only just stop himself from putting Tim in the confinement cell. Sure Tim came up with the idea of the cell so he wouldn’t hurt anyone if his conditioning got too bad, but he’s learnt the signs. He’s not a mindless drone, he still knows who he is and doesn’t hear someone talking to him or anything like that.

He just… sometimes forgets the Joker hurt him.

It’s not Tim’s fault that memories of watching TV with him and Harley, tucked between them with a big bowl of ice cream felt better than most memories of his real parents.

But he knows it’s wrong, always comes back to calling the Joker his enemy.

Bruce just doesn’t get that.

Tim hears them talk a bit more, theories about who his mother might be, if Tim is safe at the manor, if Joker knows he has a son…

Opening the door, Tim stands there and stares at them as all eyes snap to him in alarm.

He doesn’t let anybody speak, cutting them all off quickly, “He’s not my dad. Go the cave and search for file number 26557933301-JJ and put in the code AGELAST, all caps.”

With that he turns and leaves, walking at first before running to Bruce’s room to hide.

He goes to family dinner and pretends not to notice the quietness or how Jason is still there, eating his food quietly and waiting for the ball to drop.

Naturally, Damian is the one to say what he wants first, “So why is okay that Tim shot the joker but I got in trouble for stabbing Bane?”

Everyone groans.

[acid-ixx]

Getting hyper fixated on the loving family series i was wondering if you could write a scenario in which the reader is kinda forced to appear at an event where Bruce is and he and the rest of the family watch as the reader shows up with Clark and Jon with a beautiful suit/dress (preferably a suit but either is okay) and the outfit so stunning the rest of the room can’t help but stare in awe and the batfam has to sit there and watch while the reader is living their best life and perhaps some smug attitude from Clark as Bruce notices some not so hidden love bites on the readers body. And death glares from the bat siblings as Jon is being super cuddly and loving with the reader to purposefully rile up Damien and the others???

all eyes on the prize p.t. 1 (a loving family, an unpalatable desire two-shot)

ft. yandere superfam x gn! neglected spouse reader x yandere batfam

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

— masterlist !

— a/n: implied nsfw between clark and the reader but no actual smut scene. also, interpret the reader as any gender!!! i personally put them in a suit cause it's not only classy but it's a very flexible and stylistic choice when it comes to fashion. clark is described as way larger, broader (due to kryptonian genes) than the reader but not taller, same with bruce, but i still tried to keep the reader as neutral as possible when it came to their appearance.

being the affair partner of a pulitzer price winning journalist was no easy feat.

being recognized by fans of his in public and having to sign their favorite articles of his was an alright task for you, having candid photos taken without your knowledge at every small outing you have with your little family was a fate you've already prepared for, even bump ins with other aspiring journalists who wish to live under clark's shadow, hearing them ramble about their passions on the side of the street whilst begging you to promote their own written entries to your partner was at least tolerable—

because those instances were far more easier to cope with than an upcoming gala.

because at least those moments still guaranteed your mental stability since all you really had to worry about were deranged conspiracists with no real power over you — over clark and his naturally protective kryptonian instincts which easily signals him to drop off his current missions and to swoop you in his loving arms whenever he senses you're truly in trouble — who can only ever type in newer theories that are quickly disputed by the fans who were always in favor of your current affair over your miserable marriage from months ago.

so yeah, it was safe to say that over the course of the months where you were safely tucked in your new home life, back when bruce and the others weren't aware of your affair; you'd never really had an excuse to worry about anything else.

really, clark's strong hands wrapped protectively around the expanse of your waist whilst he flies you around metropolis on one of your little dates, alongside jon convincing you to take him out to buy another tub of ice cream were enough assurances that your domestic life right now is all a perfect bubble that could never be popped by whatever bullshit the wayne's might've planned against your little family could ever do.

really, you thought you were so cunning.

— but a charity event hosted by the bruce wayne in acknowledgement for the daily planet all of a sudden? a gala you're sure would guarantee the presence of your ex-family, aware of the infamous affair you had with clark kent?

a gala where your new family was required to attend, not just for the sake of publicity, but because the invitation contained thinly veiled threats admitting that clark might — or would — lose his job if he didn't bring you along?

an invitation sent to him a week prior, that he'd kept hidden from a cabinet you rarely open. to which he thought you wouldn't notice his skittishness for the past few days, except your human intuition begged your intrigue, to investigate upon your partner's sudden source of stress.

so here you are now. breathless in the middle of your bedroom, stunned as you feel blood rise to your head.

and as much as clark comforts you through his warm chest covering your entirely shaken body as he softly coos on your neck, warm breath fanning against the sudden cold washing over your body; as much as jon tries to reassure you that you've nothing to worry about as his tiny, yet strong hands, tries to pry off the crumpled piece of paper in your grip, reeking of bruce's favorite cologne you'd always have to endure when sleeping in the same empty bed of his back then, as much as conner jokes around right beside you, holding your arms and helping your levitate with his telekinesis in case you might collapse from the shock— as much as your family tries to feed your disillusioned thoughts that everything is okay, even they couldn't deny the cold, hard truth: you all are attending the wretched gala either way.

the company's head passing on the message that clark and, in implied provocation and extension, you, are going to be the star of the show was enough of a guarantee that your family had to be there.

the ornate, black box laced with silken ribbons of your favorite color, laying upon the simple, white bedsheets of your shared bed with clark, its fancy design clashing with the simplicity of your bedroom and standing out, lid slightly ajar, revealing a decadent pair of pearl earrings – no doubt real, and expensive and taunting – and the infamous diamond encrusted ring you thought you'd thrown away was enough of a mockery, enough of a warning that there's more than just rivalry between clark and his old friend—

but a simple statement that even if you managed to temporarily dislodge your old family away from your life, even if you'll push and shove away at your ex-children's attempt of communication with you, even if you wrote off your last name as kent; you ultimately still belong to the wayne's.

and that's enough of a statement which brews a bitter storm inside of clark's heart. makes him want to retaliate, not with a physical fight against the bat, no, he doesn't want you to worry your pretty head anymore than the cruelty his old comrade had already done; but with his own little statement against bruce in this gala, with his own twist which he knows will floor his rival's jaws to the floor once the scheduled gala will come the day after.

for now, though?

he gestures conner with a look, one he often shares to the other kid of his: where he wants him to take jon elsewhere, preferably far away from the house, and leave you two couples some space to think through your choices.

one that says, "i'll have this handled," without so much a word uttered, as conner nods in reply before ushering jon with the same look and a gentle promise that they'll play some games overnight in his apartment instead. jon, as hesitant and oblivious as he is to let go of his tight grip on your shirt, pouts and releases his hold, but not without flying to kiss your dampened cheeks and whispering: "you'll be alright, dad/mom. we'll keep you safe."

then they both leave within the flashing seconds.

when your confused, downward gaze, eyes lined with a fresh wave of tears shifts to the scene in front of you — the family working in tandem with no verbal cues — just right before you could even question clark what he's planning; he shushes you, kissing the crown of your head with the softest smile he could plaster upon his face, a mask ignoring the cruel urge to fly over to gotham, redirecting the rage, transforming it into the adoration he feels for you at this moment, at every passing moment.

at least in the safety of your bedroom, his ultimate prize is still in his arms: willing and gilded in a way bruce could never earn.

he'll make sure the man knows of this the next day.

for now, he turns you to face him as his hand directs itself to the back of your waist, squeezing reassuringly, his other palm cupping the fat of your cheeks, swiping away the salty trails until his thumb and index reaches your bottom lip, pinching lightly. you stare back at his slightly squinted eyes, no doubt capturing you in slow motion just to embrace every little feature of yours, and hold on to his broad shoulders, relaxing from your hold.

but it's you who still doesn't calm down, it's you who still needlessly worries. and clark doesn't like it when his sweetheart thinks of anything else if not him and your family.

not the wayne's.

"what now, clark?" you graze the furrowed crease of his brows with your thumbs, massaging. he hums, laughing at your antics of helping him relax, then leans in to peck your lips, exhaling heartily when you pout at his refusal to reply.

what you didn't notice, though, were the hands suddenly wrapped around your thighs, your thoughts too messy, mind too slow, to comprehend your back pressed against the mattress and the fancy box discared on the rug with a gentle thud.

his breath tickling the core of your ears was the first thing you sensed.

"what now, you ask?*

both your clothes were discarded faster than the heat crawling up your face and the shivers running up your spine.

his mouth made immediate work on your neck all the way to your collarbone, sucking your vulnerable skin until it turns into deep shades of purples clashing with yellow. he bites a little harder when you squeak and tangle your fingers on his messy curls, then teases you with skilled fingers kneading your inner thighs.

he pins you down, you can feel the hairs of his chest pressing against your bare ones, and yet you don't push away, finally realizing the implications of his actions. what he intends for bruce to see, for the world to see.

"—i say we need to show bruce what he's been missing out on this whole time."

a longer, more passionate kiss was enough to set the deal.

the flash of the ever-so insisting paparazzi were as overwhelming as you can expect.

loud, insistent, buzzing with energy at the latest gossip and questions enough to hurl even great thinkers into a mind numbing spiral. they picture your every move, record your every reaction, and twist words spoken into their spit-encased microphone into delirious titles for the media to digest.

yet as invasive as they were, it was one of the legal ways he can obtain your pictures without you or clark suspecting a thing or two for these past few months; living in your own space without doubting if your private life was as private as you'd thought it'd be.

what with damian sneaking off and hitching a ride with jason on his motorcycle just to watch you from afar, standing right outside your apartment with baited breath, going as far as picking your locks and entering just to get a whiff of the life they'd miss without you? or tim hacking through surveillance cameras in areas you frequent, capturing every little smile of yours and pasting it in a bulletin board as a means to gain inspiration? all in the guise of needing you alive—?

suffice to say he was grateful for the media's thirst for drama. it gave off less suspicions, made it so that superman doesn't feel the need to be following his tail after unneeded circumstances where his own children had been caught in the same space as you in public.

it helped track you down: the constant headlines mentioning your name, vicki vale and a bunch of other no-named journalists would often be caught in the spiral of keeping the internet interested in the tale of your affair.

their performance was satisfactory.

and yet it doesn't dismiss the fact that because his life had always been centered around yours — and in his due ignorance, his missed priorities, it was he who was also the reason as to why you left the safety of your manor — that also meant his involvement in the internet's latest drama.

he always has been, but sometimes, even he gets tired.

bruce wayne can handle the element of crime, can help sweep off blood-soaked streets, fund the countless hospitals rattling with new patients of the villains he had dealt with, pay for students' debts, and rehabilitate victims of the corrupt system—

but he can never control the public and their opinions.

especially when it came to him and his... ex-spouse.

bitter as the title tastes on his tongue, right now, he feels their prying eyes swarming his body as he stands by the high arch of the entranceway, sculpted body illuminated by the moonlight stretching across the horizon, reflected by the dangling chandeliers casting a sickening orange light; quite frankly, the warmth of the colors doesn't bring comfort upon the anxiety creeping right beneath his skin.

he can hear the gossip and expectations for what is to come, the crowd's own speculations all but mere background talk to him as he focuses solely on the countless of familiar faces passing between thick, mahogany doors, initiating greeting with every entering folk; a false smile plastered on his weary face, a controlled crinkle of his eyes, overly saccharine hello's burying the barely disguised disinterest in their brief conversations before another wave of people come in.

the earpiece tucked in his right ears are flooded with anticipatory conversation about when or if you're going to arrive.

he can't deny his own patience waning as his eyes scan the countless piercing ones amongst the crowd, singling out his children making talk with other guests as a way to pass time.

tim's entertaining the guests, used to the constant socialization required due to his upbringing, he emits a hearty laugh at someone's joke: light, yet empty at the seams. duke tries – but fails – to follow his lead, adjusting to the change in scenery; he pretends to be shocked by the drama occurring between the socialites, sneering under his breath at their ridiculously obvious bragging about another new, undeserved property bought, preferring to focus elsewhere.

damian's doing well under dick's guidance, making an actual effort to disguise his contempt for the crowd, communicating with some and faking awe, yet whenever he scoffs openly, dick subtly glares at the smaller child as warning which prompts him to shut up momentarily. meanwhile, jason is properly hidden behind the sculpted columns, hawk eyes assessing every known guests and providing updates to the family in the comms for suspicious activity.

barbara chose to fancy herself in the batcave, with access to the security cameras plastered on every corner and outside the venue's premises. steph and cass are together, munching on the buffets and assessing which pastry dish is the best, they ignore the other guests trying to talk to them whilst they play with the fancy clams displayed in the corner of the table.

all of them, committing to their own, unique way of passing time—

and yet they all share the same, disinterested gaze as bruce.

choosing to return brief eye contact with him, raising their brows, as if they're all asking the same question:

"where are they, bruce?"

(because, after all, the only purpose of this gala, and their willingness to cooperate with one another without bickering, is to finally share the same space with you after months of silent treatment, months of your lack of cooperation for a counseling session between troubled couples with bruce, months of being held in another man's arms, littered with kisses that aren't his own, spending moments with another child— superman's, no less. and under his protection and attention, you are no doubt invulnerable for any opportunities of kidnapping. at least, in this event, even if it's just for a temporary moment. for confirmation, maybe, that you're safe and sound and happy and thriving without them, and that maybe they'll be glad that you chose clark and his family over them).

them and their undeniable sin of ignoring you.

sure, they should've been glad you left and never turned back. he should've been grateful that there was one less person worrying over him.

(but he knows, deep down, bruce knows it in his sick, twisted mind that it's never what they wanted. bruce knows that they needed you).

so when you finally entered the fray, it was no denying that they all felt the same, compelling and magnetic pull that you've always had — that they chose to turn their backs on, that they discovered all too late was something they yearned for — garnering all of their sporadic attention into one singular being: you.

"oh my god, bruce... they're..."

gorgeous? quite the eye-catcher? the moment everybody's all been waiting for? the reason why this event was hosted in the first place? there's no need to voice out the obvious, no denying that more than anything, you weren't anything less than desirable for the eyes of many.

god, he gulps and feels the parchness of his throat, feels perspiration sliding down his adam's, sinfully he admits that his hunger for you tonight might've multiplied.

his shaky blue eyes share a brief, yet cutting contact with yours, at your dismissive ones staring at him before it ultimately returns to your partner— and he feels the same spark he's felt all those years ago, the same gluttony, the same green envy at every person who shares a close relationship with you prior your marriage to his.

then he remembers why he's willed himself to turn his back on you: you're the reason why bruce forced himself to avoid you— he was afraid, unprepared that the moment you stepped into his life, that if he felt your skin's electrifying contact with his, if he heard that fucking voice of yours tempting him to take a break from being the bat and instead spend a night with him in bed, in your arms, if he feels so much of your warm breath hitting against his bare skin? he might lose himself in the plot; given up his entire life just to feel your body fused with his.

he knew the risk, he wasn't simply ready to take it, wasn't ready for the domesticity of it all.

and now he realizes, his life's always been devoted to you. and also, he's ultimately fucked up his chances of bringing you back into the family without complaints.

"you'd think they change for the worse or so, but no... they're still as charming, bruce— just better now. look, nobody's taking their eyes off of 'em, and they even bought the little kid–"

"— fucking hell. bruce, if you don't move your ass to greet them right now, i'm going to—"

dick's momentary lapse of amazement was interrupted by a series of swears from jason. sworning at him too, probably, about his ultimate talent for fumbling his best asset, about him losing someone so hellishly tempting, about why he's glued to his place, stunned to even plaster a welcoming smile when he hears your polished, black pointed shoes clacking across the marbled floors.

but he doesn't focus on their blurring words and conjoined awes. he doesn't even take his eyes off of your own fingers intertwined with clark's, the silver wedding band he's seen in the pictures still attached to your ring finger, instead of the diamond ones he's sent over to your apartment as a means of apologies.

his attention doesn't waver at all, not when he's too busy losing his breath over... you.

not when he zeroes in at the sickening sight before him—

dazzling as you were, adorned with a loose, white shirt – unbuttoned, just to give bruce and the crowd around you a glance of your clavicle – peeking out of the layered, gray vest, a blazer draped over your shoulder, and a tie sits loosely at the base of your outfit to complete the simple look; as if that would distract everyone from the sight of the fresh love marks littering the entirety of your neck all the way to the exposed clavicle. as if the sight of your slightly swollen lips doesn't suggest that you've probably made out with your affair partner before even entering the premise, not when he can already pinpoint the equally, if not more, bitten lips of clark and your favorite gloss unwiped from the side of his mouth.

fresh, newly gifted marks for the world to see. bruce can picture it, your heated flesh bitten and sucked over and over again the night prior to the event. how clark could easily conjure sweet noises from the back of your throat, how he must've known, must've burnt the taste of your saliva, sweat and salty, pleasured tears into every pore of his tongue until all his appetite caters only to you.

and you're wearing the same damn lapel pins. one of your favorite flowers that he's seen his own comrade wore before in a similar event. it's not just his own rival claiming you, it's you openly showing everyone that you've already been taken.

clark and his children, not yours – he can accept being cheated on, but he'll never allow you the comfort of replacing your own children – conner and jon, stand beside you, sharing the same colors for his own outfit. the man's nose held high, way too high for a man who pretends like he didn't just snatch off his own damn spouse right behind his back.

yet all he could do was squint his eyes, glare profusely, ignore the hastened thumping in his heart, the green envy flooding his vision. teeth clenched in controlled irritation, he's positioned perfectly so the camera's wouldn't easily capture his reaction, but even then does he feel the need for a mediocrum of control, but he can't. he can't control the visceral urge to pull out his kryptonite reserves hidden temptingly inside the batcave; he can't deny just how crazy you're already driving him despite having never felt your own touch for a long, grueling time.

he only snaps out of his stupor when you're only two strides left. when the light hits your sparkling eyes and reflects your obviously lovelorn gaze at the man whose biceps you wrap your hands around, who returns the gaze with a deeper intensity until your attention ultimately shifts to your own husband in front of you.

suddenly, the deafening whispers hollowed itself out.

suddenly, your eyes become dull and lifeless under the chandelier's warm glow.

not unforgivingly bitter, not even a hint of rage— but empty and unthinkingly cold, like the wick of a candle fully blown out. like the silence right after a wave of fireworks.

a warmth that yields, reminding bruce of your love that burned away for year without anymore fuel to sustain it. unrequited, like the presence he never graced you with.

decades worth of training and fighting on the cruel streets of gotham could never prepare bruce for the hammering beats of his chest, it could never quite dull down the feeling of heartbreak encapsulated in one single, desolate stare. he's sure clark could hear his own hastened pulse, his eyes flicker quickly to his own friend's victorious, yet still worried gaze; but nothing else quite matters other than your own swollen lips struggling to make out words and the subtle furrow of your brows at just what to say to the man you thought you'd never see eye to eye.

you look so perfectly dolled up despite being so disturbingly marked up from head to toe.

nothing else matters right now other than having to greet them like normal, he convinces himself, except the fact that he could feel his own sweat running down his flushed neck and his own teeth biting down his lower lips, and his squinted eyes drifting lower and lower from your eyes all the way down to the pridefully displayed hickeys.

nothing else matters, except for bruce's own thoughts meandering on his own fantasies of just what your body would taste like once he's sought out to forcibly take you away from clark's arm and back into his own.

nothing else matters, other than the thoughts of possibly wanting to give you another child when he sees you momentarily distracted by jon pulling on your blazer and whispering about his boredom, only to be lightly scolded with a gentle graze of hands atop his curly hair, or conner's grumbling from beneath his breath about just ditching the greetings and flying off to the buffet, only to be met with your fluttering laughter and a pat on his back, whispering into the boy's ears— that bruce can't pick up with just his hearing, he reminds himself to go over the camera feed soon to enhance the audio, just to hear that lovely voice of yours — words enough to make the metahuman surrender for just a moment; the scene awefully reminds him a lot of the way his own mother used to tell him off with just a loving hush and a pinch of his cheeks—

goodness, you're everything his own children need right now. a guiding light, a dutifully great figure to discipline their rebellious attitudes.

and he gulps, then suddenly, the slacks he chose to wear just feels a tad bit tighter. suddenly, he's grateful that he chose to wear something more loose tonight.

"pleasure to see you, too, bruce." instead of your voice greeting him, instead of bruce finally having to hear you for the first time outside of the cameras his family has set up or hacked all throughout the places you frequently visit, it's clark's voice which breaks through the immersion when it should've been yours greeting him.

"what's up, mister wayne? how's life in the manor without my lovely parent, huh?"

conner follows through with his unwelcoming, all too lighthearted, all too mocking with his question before clark could even silence the young, all too passionate boy's unneeded comment, as if shoving bruce's mistake right in his face would prove something.

it's enough to irk him, really. he really has to remind himself to hold off on the kryptonite, for now.

and right now, all his focus should be on at least charming you enough tonight to convince you to return to your rightful family, as he ignores both clark and conner's greetings, immediately aiming for your wrist to bring it up to his lips.

your surprised yelp doesn't deter him from kissing your knuckles deeply while keeping eye contact with you, the abundance of cheers from the comms attached in his ears doesn't either.

all that matters right now, is that he has his eyes on the prize, and he's not willing to give it up any further.

a/n: firstly this first part is dedicated to both @luffyadolover and @neerathebrightstar !! since it's the former's BIRTHDAY !!! and if you're reading this, i wish to greet you with the happiest celebration with the yummiest cake and hopefully this fic is enough to make u even happier too !! and for the latter, neera, i'd love to thank u for ur unwavering support and talking to me and allowing me to yap about my own series' ! thank you both for your love, mwah mwah 🩷 <3

otherwise, leave comments please ? 🥺 my confidence in my writing has been at an all time low sadly, though i admit that i loved writing about bruce go from angsty to horny to straight up both. this was supposed to be a short fic, why did it suddenly become really long erm??? the second part will be posted tomorrow night !! for context, i always post around 12 to 4:00am at gmt +8 since i'm most active at night !! love y'all ! don't forget to leave remarks since i love reading through them it's like my main motivation.

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[skullsfiction]

PR nightmare | oscar piastri

paring: oscar piastri x singer!reader

summary: y/n is considered a pr nightmare. let’s watch her get into her first relationship.

notes: yet another repost from my old account, i tired to make it exactly the same, enjoy!

— y/n has posted new pictures!

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yoursername: my manger told me to tell you guys that the illuminati is NOT real and i was just joshing around !! 😂👍👍😂

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user1: ugh this is SO BELIEVABLE

user2: | WAS WAITING FOR THIS POST

user3: yeah let's all ignore the "i wrote songs about an f1 driver!!!!"

user4: the pictures 😭

yourmomsuser: pic credits?

yoursername: you're like 60 why do you know what pic credits are ??

user5: the illuminati is totally real 🙄

mclaren: 👀

yourusername: NO THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING PLS LOOK AWAY

user6: no offense, but how did you stumble across F2 oscar???

yourusername: my brother is like a HUGE f1, 2, AND 3 nerd and he always forces me to watch races with him 😣

yourbrothersuser: you literally ask me to tell you when oscar's back on the screen???

yourusername: okay kill yourself????

yourbrothersuser: @/yourmomsuser

yourusername: GOD YOU ARE SUCH A SNITCH

ynupdates: y/n and her brother; jacob, were seen at the airport earlier today, she later posted the picture on the right, on her story, confirming that she is in fact traveling. y/n has no shows coming up, and she rarely travels with jacob. thoughts?

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user7: guys guys..the monaco grand prix in literally in two days.

user8: SHES GOING TO THE GRAND PRIX. I KNOW IT.

user9: why's her brother kinda??

user10: you can't even see his face 😭😭?

user9: I CAN JUST TELL

user11: everyone saying she's going to the grand prix are like getting my hopes up??????

user12: WATCH HER GO SOMEWHERE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT 😭

user13: okay guys..but we never talked about what songs could be about oscar

user14: IVE DONE SO MUCH THINK ABOUT THIS!!!

user13: GIRL PLEASE TELL

user14: OKAY OKAY!! one that REALLY stands out to me is "my love mine all mine" because, we all know y/n has never had a boyfriend before, SO when she writes love songs, obviously people speculate that she's in a relationship

user14: WHEN SHE WAS ASKED ABOUT THE INSPIRATION FOR "my love mine all mine" she said "i sadly do not have a boyfriend yet. but there is someone i've had my eye on for some time." SHE COULD HAVE BEEN TALKING ABOUT OSCAR AND WE DIDNT EVEN NOTICE

user15: istg if y/n doesn't show up in the paddock tomorrow, i will throw a fit.

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yourusername: i could tell you where i am and what im doing, but its funny reading the theories

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user15: are you going to a secret illuminati meeting user16: pls y/n pls just tell us

user17: this is cruel AND YOU KNOW IT

user18: pls lord, let y/n go to the monaco grand prix🙏🙏

user19: there's no way she ISNT going to the grand prix, i mean she's with her brother, and he's literally like the biggest f1 fan ever?? why else would they be traveling together

user20: maybe they're traveling together because they're siblings😭😭 ?? it doesn't have to connect to f1

yourbrothersuser: y/n pls put the phone down. i need a good nights rest for tomorrow.

user21: TOMORROW ???? IS ??? THE ???? GRAND ??? PRIX ??? ARE ???? YOU ??? GUYS ???? GOING ????

ynupdates: it seems like the rumors are true! y/n and jacob are currently at the grand prix!

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user 22: 1 FUCKING KNEW IT

user23: everyone knew it...

user24: WHOO CAREEESSS oscar and y/n interaction WHEN ???

user25: ugh i NEED grid x y/n interactions RN

user26: y/n this, oscar that. WHAT I NEED IS TO SEE Y/NS BROTHER MEET MAX

user27: omg can you imagine how happy he is rn

— mclaren has posted new photos!

liked by yourusername, f1, yourbrother, landonorris, oscarpiastri and 837,938 others!

mclaren: monaco was a dream! thank you y/n for joining us view comments below!

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user28: 1 SHOULVE BEEN THERE. I COULDVE METY/N. THAT SHOULDVE BEEN ME.

yourusername: thank you for having me🧡

user29: okay now make oscar and y/n kiss

yourbrothersuser: thank you for making my dream come true 🙏🙏

redbullracing: @/yourusername our garage next

yourusername: i think @/yourbrothersuser would enjoy that more then i ever could

redbullracing: he's always welcome to join 💙

yourbrothersuser: AHHHHHH OMG OMG

user30: okay now more grid x y/n content

user31: the way this became like a meet and greet for y/n was INSANE

user32: who would've thought there would be so many y/n fans at a F1 race??

user33: everyone's a y/n l/n fan.

— y/n has posted new photos!

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yourusername: do you think he'll try weed with me now that he's my boyfriend?

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user34: EXCUSE ME BOYFRIEND???

user35: OMG Y/N GOT HER FIRST BOYFRIEND!! АННННН

user36: OSCAR AND Y/N??? HELL YEAH

user37: okay let's just pretend that doesn't say what it says 😭

yourmanger: y/n please change that caption.

yourusername: i don't know how ☹️

user38: WHO CARES ABOUT THE CAPTION!!! Y/N AND OSCAR SHIPPERS RISE

mclaren: in case that caption isn't a joke, y/n please refrain from getting our drivers high.

yourusername: YOU GUYS ARE NO FUNN

user39: i love how public y/n is. like she genuinely acts like she doesn't have millions of followers

oscarpiastri: love i already told you, we cant get high.

yourusername: YOU WOULD IF YOU LOVED ME.

maxverstappen1: i'll get high with you y/n 🙋‍♂️

redbullracing: no you will not.

[holeforzenin]

Tw - Stepbrother choso, soft dom Choso?, fingering, pussy eating, squirting but reader didn't know what it was, oversimulation, ass play. Reader is 20 about to start college and choso is 23. This shit is honestly pretty filthy. I'm sorry for any errors.

Thinking about...

Your mom getting remarried to another man and you having to move into a new house and adjust to your new household, it wasn't going to be easy, it's a whole different chapter of your life beginning and a lot of things were going to change and be different.

But no matter what you vowed to try your very best to make everything easier for your mom, whatever it takes. She been through a lot in her past relationship and now she's finally happy and smiling so you'll do anything you possibly can to keep it that way. It's just so weird being the only child and now having to get used to having a new sibling, he was 5 years older than you, you don't really interact with him that much, you just wanna get all this over with till you can finally move out and begin college once summer ends.

Well things just happened to take an unexpected turn pretty fast.

"Be a good girl for me and keep still yeah?" he whispered to you while slamming two of his long thick fingers into your cunt nonstop. It was too much, he made you came on his fingers two times already yet he still kept going, scissoring and curling his digits against your tight walls while he fucks it in and out of you, the wet squelch of your cunt filling the room. He had you laying on his lap with your body folded on half, one of his hands gripping your thigh while the other is plunging into your cunt, you couldn't help but squirm on top of him.

"T'much, c-can't anymore please, t'much cho" you whimpered, nails sinking into his forearm.

He looked down at you smirking, "Cum f'me one more time then I'll stop, deal?", you reluctantly nodded your head, your poor cunt was so sore from all the times he'd do stuff like this, which is every night when your parents are asleep he'd sneak into your room and play with your poor little cunny so he can prepare you for when he's gonna give you the real thing and fuck you silly with his thick cock.

"Fuckkk baby you have no idea how much I wanna sink my cock into this cunt right now", He hisses, feeling your walls tighten around his fingers, his cock straining to be released from his boxers.

"Need you to cum f'me right now, c'mon princess you can do it". He encourages, fucking his fingers into your slopping cunt knuckles deep, faster and faster, hitting your sweet spot while he brought his thumb to your clit, flickering and rubbing small circles on it as he helped you climb to your orgasm.

Your head fell back against his chest as you came undone on his fingers. You cried out as he continued pumping his fingers inside of you throughout your orgasm, your toes curling while your eyes were rolling back of your head.

His eyes were glued to your body and face, paying attention to how your body reacted while your cumming, how you look so pretty with your eyes rolling back, he can't wait to see that exact scene but with his cock splitting your tight in half instead.

You came so much, your juices were leaking onto his lap, he licked his lips looking at how creamy your cunt was glistening as he slowly began pulling his fingers out of you. Strings of your slick connecting to your cunt and his fingers before snapping when he pulled away.

"Such a messy girl, see all the dirty mess you made princess?" he chuckled "What kind of big brother would i be if I don't help my sweet little sister clean all of this up?" He questions before he manhandles your body from his lap and places your back onto the bed.

He quickly got between your thighs, pressing both back towards you so your body could be folded, he took a moment to stare at your leaky wet cunt, the way there's cum dripping out of your entrance, leaking down to your asshole it was so messy. He dragged his tongue to your asshole before licking all the cum off it in one swipe up to your cunt, then he started lapping your entrance, making sure to clean and lick all the cum off with his tongue in the process so he could taste you, he loves eating your cunt so fucking much, the taste drives him absolutely crazy, always making him coming back for more. It was delicious.

"F-fuck!" you hiccupped "N-not so fast cho, s'much slow down please" you cried out, trying to push his head away, tugging on his hair, only to earn a groan from him while he ignored you and kept slurping on your cunt like a hungry man that just got his favorite meal for the first time in forever.

He kept swirling his tongue on your clit while his fingers are digging into the soft flesh of your thighs, eyes fixated on your lewd expressions while your loud moans and cries filled the room.

It was just too much; your legs were shaking, you tried to move yourself but couldn't because of his strong grip on your thighs. All you could do is lay there, whimpering and crying as he feasts on your poor cunt. You felt your tummy start feeling weird, everything started feeling strange, like something different was about to happen. The new sensation of your body being stimulated launching you over the edge, making you jolt and writhe.

"Oh my god! Oh my god cho! Something's coming, feel so weird fu-fuck!" you warned, panicking as you attempt to try and push his head away only for his grip around your thighs to get tighter, he starts sucking your clit, as he pushes two of his fingers into your soppy fuckhole, fingerfucking the shit out of you, it was honestly so fucking nasty, the noises that were being made, literally everything.

He was acting like an actual fucking animal, groaning into your pussy while he's slurping and sucking on your clit as his thick fingers working its way in and out of your wet sloppy cunny. Your brain gets all fuzzy and blank as you released whatever it was, clear liquid gushing out of you like a fucking water hose, your back arching against the bed as you grip onto the sheets screaming, you might've even woken your parents up for fuck's sake. You squirted all over Choso's pretty face, his shirt was drenched, his fingers, everything. Yet that nasty motherfucker still kept licking up your leaking cunt, his tongue lapping up all your juices from your dripping hole then he makes his way to your asshole, circling his tongue around your puckered hole before giving it a few kitten licks, making sure that he licks up every bit of your pussy juice since it seems like a burden to him to let any go to waste. Flickering his tongue on your hole as it's fluttering and winks against the pad of it while his long fingers still slamming into your poor tired hole. It was so fucking much that you felt like passing out as you start crying and whimpering even more.

After he was 100% sure he licked your cunny and everywhere else squeaky clean and was satisfied, he pulls away from you, panting and trying to catch his breath before moving closer towards you, he picks your head up with his arms, cradling it while wiping away your pathetic tears.

"S'okay princess I got you it's okay" he allows you to catch your breath as you calm yourself down. "Did so well f'me, such a good girl, aren't you?". He cooed, planting a kiss on your forehead.

"Cho-choso what was that! What happened!??" you asked nervously. "It's nothing bad baby, don't worry about it, you did a great job".

"Gonna make you do that same shit again tomorrow but on my fucking cock got it?".

Bonus

Visual on how he was eating your cunt but he was def doing way more than that since he's such a sick desperate fucker.

[flwrkid14]

The Tim Drake Heartthrob Conspiracy

It started as a slow, creeping suspicion. A few throwaway comments here, a couple of odd interactions there. At first, no one thought much of it.

One day, Dick was grabbing coffee near Wayne Enterprises when he overheard two interns chatting in line. “I saw Tim Drake today, and let me tell you, I think I’ve developed a new celebrity crush,” one of them said, giggling.

Dick nearly choked on his iced latte. Tim? Celebrity crush? He shook it off, chalking it up to the occasional corporate crush, nothing out of the ordinary for someone who runs a massive company. But then he heard it again the next week at a Titan’s briefing. Garfield leaned over to him during a meeting, nodding toward Tim across the room.

“Man, Tim’s really come into his own, huh? Guy’s kinda a looker now,” Gar commented.

Dick blinked, then frowned. “Wait, what?”

“Oh, come on, Nightwing,” Gar teased, “you can’t tell me you haven’t noticed! The quiet broody thing is working for him. I bet half of Gotham has a crush on him.”

By the time Dick got back to Gotham, the gears were turning in his head. Did half of Gotham have a crush on Tim?

Then it happened again. This time it was Damian’s turn.

He had been sparring with Jon in the Batcave, when their conversation drifted, as it often did. “You ever think about what it would be like to date someone like Tim?” Jon asked, completely out of the blue.

Damian froze, mid-punch. “What?”

“I mean, he’s smart, right? Responsible, kinda low-key. Would probably make a great boyfriend,” Jon continued, completely oblivious to the growing horror on Damian’s face.

“Grayson and Todd, are enough. I refuse to let another sibling of mine become Gotham’s romantic fascination!” Damian exclaimed later that night at the dinner table. The others laughed, assuming Damian was just being overly dramatic, as usual.

But the seed had been planted.

It didn’t take long for the other Batfamily members to start picking up on the signs.

Steph first noticed when she logged onto a Wayne Enterprises fan forum (because yes, those exist) and saw a thread that was simply titled, “Tim Drake’s Glow-Up Appreciation Post”. The page was filled with comments fawning over him—talking about his “sharp jawline,” his “dark, mysterious aura,” and how “charming” he was during interviews.

Naturally, Steph sent the link to Cass with a laughing emoji. “Look at our boy, growing up into Gotham’s next heartbreaker,” she joked.

But as more and more of these comments popped up in the oddest places, Steph’s joking tone faded. Was Tim really the next heartthrob?

The realization hit Jason last, as most things concerning Tim usually did. He was scrolling through his usual online haunts, browsing forums that discussed Gotham’s vigilantes, when he stumbled on something unusual.

A post titled: Top 10 Reasons Why Red Robin is the Best Looking Vigilante in Gotham.

Jason almost clicked out of it immediately, assuming it was some kind of joke. But no. There were paragraphs. Analysis. Photos that somehow made Tim look like a damn model, even in his ridiculous Red Robin cape.

Jason scrolled through in disbelief, not sure what he was more stunned by: the fact that people were thirsting after Tim, or that someone had gone to this much effort to explain why he was hot.

“That’s it. The internet is officially broken,” Jason muttered to himself, before sending a screenshot to the family group chat with the caption: Since when did Tim become a fashion icon?

The real kicker, though, was Alfred. After weeks of the Batfamily casually throwing around jokes about Tim’s newly discovered “status,” Alfred finally made his observation one morning over breakfast.

“Master Timothy has always had a certain quiet charm about him,” Alfred said as he served coffee, completely unbothered by the ensuing chaos.

Dick, nearly spilling his coffee: “Wait, you knew about this? Why didn’t you say something?”

Alfred raised a brow. “It hardly seemed necessary. I assumed you all were already aware of Master Timothy’s appeal.”

Appeal. Appeal.

Jason was laughing so hard he had to leave the room, while Steph and Cass exchanged glances that said everything: they needed to re-evaluate everything about their little brother.

The whole Batfamily was still coming to terms with it. They joked, they teased, but there was an undeniable shift. When they looked at Tim now, they saw what others had apparently been seeing for years—a quietly confident, strikingly intelligent young man who had somehow grown into one of Gotham’s most eligible bachelors.

Of course, the moment that really sealed the deal came when Tim rode into the Batcave one evening on his Red Bird bike, wearing hastily thrown on stylish outfit—a black leather jacket, perfectly fitted jeans, and a shirt that gave him a casual, yet effortlessly cool look. Running a hand through his still damp hair, a look of mild annoyance on his face.

“Sorry, I’m running late. Got a date.”

For a moment, the Batfamily just stared.

Holy. Shit.

And then, as if on cue, Dick, Steph, Cass, Duke, Jason, and even Damian had the same thought at the same time: Oh my God, Tim Drake is the Batfamily’s biggest heartthrob.

The realization was almost too much to handle.

[another-argo]

>>Open Starter<<

Ghosting

(c'mon, you didn't think I'd stay gone, did you?)

Argo's room had stayed empty for weeks after his death. Only a few people knew where his grave was; so some people took it upon themselves to put offerings in his room instead of on his grave.

It's been a few weeks- to a month or two. The wound still hurts.. but life progresses.

The strangest thing about that is.. any offerings that Argo would've VERY MUCH enjoyed.. disappeared. Any daggers? Gone. Sour candy? Gone aswell.

You think that it's just a coincidence. Maybe- maybe people are actually just bad at this whole offering thing! If Argo was still alive he wouldn't have accepted the gifts anyways.

Because of Argo's room becoming a public tribute, even some kids from camp have managed to slip in- maybe to pay respects, maybe to swear out the bastard one more time, maybe just to pretend they knew him better than they really did.

You thought the noise coming from Argo's room was another camper- or one of his adopted siblings- in there again.

But then there was a crash.

Then another crash.

And something deep- something dark inside you lights. Your immeadiate thought is Eris. Only Theo actually saw the dead body- maybe she didn't die.

You brace yourself for a fight before you open the door and see.. Argo.

Emotions flood you in a giant wave- looking at your dead friend- or enemy- or.. whatever Argo was to you. For a moment, you think it was all a bad dream.

But Argo.. doesn't notice you. He's enamored with this stuffed rabbit.. playing with it like a little kid. He's holding a piece of a wooden block in their other hand, unwilling to let it go.

Argo hums a small tune under their breath. Their hair has gotten longer- and the blonde has grown to be majority of his hair. His eyes are a watercolor of brown and blue now- and he just looks.. transparent?

Argo moves over to some more of the offerings. There are a million different bouquets- but he picks up one that Commodus left for him- tucking a flower into his feather crown.

They put everything down- except they put the wood block in their pocket.

They look at the many daggers that were left to them. Picking some up and inspecting them.

Argo still seems completely oblivious to your presence..

What do you do?

ANYONE CAN INTERACT !

(Seriously, anyone.)

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[lucydixon]

Erik Campbell Dating Headcanons

Gif By @sunnyie-eve

Has anyone asked for any of these? no. Am I gonna stop? Probably not. Y'all are eating this man up, so I will officially open requests for him since I've run through my usual basic HCs

This man is giving the couple in highschool who made out in the hallway constantly and didn’t give a fuck who was watching, vibes. One of them was always emo, too. Is that a universal experience, or no? Anyway, he’d be all over PDA. He’ll kiss you no matter where you are or who’s around.

Erik is the biggest softie, especially when you’re alone. 

He’s always gotta be touching you in some way. Holding hands, arm draped over your shoulder, hugging you from behind. I think he’d be very grabby, but he would just melt if you got all clingy and were hanging off of him, being all cute. 

100% keeps a naked picture of you in his wallet. When the two of you spend more than 24 hours apart, he probably takes it out whenever he’s bored, looks down at it with a little smirk, and then goes on about his day, thinking about your bare skin, distracted.

I think he’s a sappy drunk and gets really emotional, going on about how much he loves you and how he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. Overall, he’d act like a man in yearning who’s longing for your affection as if you weren’t crawling into bed together, attached at the hip and wrapped around one another.

He likes lying down on the couch with his head in your lap when the two of you are watching TV together, especially when you’re alone. He’d just melt feeling your fingers threading through his hair and your nails raking gently over his scalp, absentmindedly, while you focused on whatever it is you’re watching. 

Most of the pet names he uses are really not the average ‘baby’, or ‘honey’. He’ll use them sometimes, usually when he’s trying to sweeten you up for something. But most of the time, he’s gonna call you things like  ‘asshole’, or ‘fucker’, but affectionately.

I can see Erik being a biter, but in a playful, affectionate way. I think it's more of a cuteness aggression thing, really. Every once in a while, he’ll just squeeze you real tight or sink his teeth into you, seemingly out of nowhere.

He’s still sarcastic as fuck though so if you yelp and and shove him off of you, laughing while asking ‘what the hell was that?’. You’re just gonna get an ‘I love you, asshole. What? I can’t love you?’

Very much the ‘shut up’, ‘make me’ type. The two of you are probably constantly rolling around, wrestling, making out, or arguing, regardless of where you are or who’s around. 

I think if he brought you to meet his family and they immediately loved you, it would be the ultimate reassurance for him. He would absolutely love watching you interact with his siblings, throwing yourself into the fold, and getting to know them. 

He’s the type to get your name tatted on him after a couple of years and just not tell you. It’s not unusual by any means to see him coming home with a fresh tattoo all wrapped up, so you probably wouldn’t think twice when he comes home with his chest all bandaged up. 

He usually shows you whatever it is once he unwraps it after a couple days, you usually help him get it cleaned up, but this time, when you’re peeling the wrap off of it, he’s staring down at you with great interest and a hint of nerves, watching as you freeze, reading the neat lettering inked over his heart with wide eyes. 

You’d ask him what the hell he’d gone and done that for. Just as aware as you knew he was that it was generally a big no-no, but he’d just tell you that he’s gonna marry you one day, so it’ll be fine, and if by some tragedy, that isn’t the case, he knows he’ll love you till the day he dies, even if he can’t have you. 

This would be a really good time for him to propose, but even if he doesn’t, y’all are about to have the most passionate, loving sex you’ve ever had in your lives. 

Dividers made by @saradika-graphics

[leriexoxo]

Shh! Dont Tell Anyone…

Pairing: Stepbrother! Felix x Reader

Tags: Smut, 18+ mdni, forbidden sex, breeding, creampie, masturbating, voyeurism, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, risky situation, step siblings

Word count: 2.7k

Summary: She thought she was alone when she slipped her hand under the sheets—fumbling, quiet, curious. But her stepbrother heard everything from the other side of the wall. And when he finds her in the middle of it, doing it all wrong, he offers to help… just once. To show her how to feel good.

This work contains mature themes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

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It wasn’t supposed to be this hard.

Literally.

Or figuratively.

You squirmed beneath your sheets, biting your lower lip as your fingers fumbled between your thighs for the hundredth time tonight. Every article you read made it sound so simple—“just relax, find your rhythm, listen to your body.” And yet here you were, frustrated, flushed, and… failing.

A quiet whimper slipped past your lips before you could stop it. The kind that was half-plea, half-defeat. You didn’t know someone was walking past your door right at that moment.

You definitely didn’t know the door was cracked open.

“Y/N?”

The voice was soft, confused. Familiar.

You froze—wide-eyed, deer-in-headlights frozen—as Felix stepped just into the frame, his brows furrowing slightly. He was dressed in his usual oversized hoodie and sweats, earbuds dangling from his neck, tousled blond hair still slightly damp from his shower.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, stepping closer. Then he paused. His eyes dipped.

And you knew. You knew the second his expression changed. The realization clicked behind his eyes like a light switch flipping on.

Felix blinked, his voice suddenly lower. “Were you…?”

Your heart nearly exploded in your chest.

“FELIX!” you screamed, yanking the blanket up to your chin as if it could erase what he’d just seen. “GET OUT!”

His eyes widened like saucers as he instinctively turned around, hand flying up to shield his face—as if that would help after the full two seconds of eye contact with your very naked soul.

“I—I didn’t know the door was open!” he stammered, still not looking at you. “I heard something—I thought you were hurt or crying or something!”

You buried your face in your pillow, wishing it would swallow you whole. “Oh my god, this is so embarrassing…”

“I’m sorry, I swear I didn’t mean to—” He hesitated, still facing away. “Were you… trying to—y’know…?”

Silence.

You didn’t answer.

You didn’t have to.

He let out a slow, shaky breath, his voice quieter now. “It’s okay. It’s… natural. Everyone does it.”

Your head snapped up. “Not everyone sucks at it.”

He turned slightly, just enough for you to catch the side of his face. “You were… having trouble?”

You bit your lip, looking away. “I don’t know what I’m doing. It’s never… worked. Not really.”

Another pause. The air was thick now. Electric. You could feel something shift, subtle but unmistakable.

Felix cleared his throat. “I mean… I could show you. If you want.”

Your stomach dropped. Your breath caught in your throat.

“What?”

He finally turned around, his cheeks red, jaw clenched like he was fighting himself with every word.

“I—I shouldn’t even be saying this. You’re my… you know. But I saw the way you were touching yourself and…” He glanced at you, eyes darker than before. “You’re doing it all wrong.”

Your throat was dry. “So you were watching.”

“I didn’t mean to,” he said quickly, stepping closer. “But once I did—I couldn’t not. And I just—look. If you want me to leave, I will. But if you want help…” He reached up, slowly brushing his fingers across his bottom lip, like he was imagining how you’d taste. “I can show you how to make it feel good. For real.”

You stared at him, heart thumping, body on fire, mind screaming no but your lips whispering—

“…show me.” Your voice was barely a whisper.“Please…”

That one word shattered the last bit of restraint in Felix’s eyes.

His jaw flexed as he took a slow, deep breath, like he needed to anchor himself before doing something he couldn’t take back. And yet, his touch was impossibly gentle as he stepped forward and knelt beside your bed.

“Okay,” he murmured, voice low and velvety. “I’m gonna touch you. But if you want me to stop… you just say the word, yeah?”

You nodded quickly, too dazed and needy to speak. He wasn’t just offering help—he was offering worship.

Felix reached for the edge of your blanket. His fingers brushed your trembling hand where it gripped the fabric tight around your chest. “Can I…?”

You swallowed hard. “Y-Yeah.”

He pulled the blanket down slowly, inch by inch, eyes locked on your face the entire time to catch even the tiniest flicker of discomfort. But when your bare skin was revealed, glowing soft in the low light of your bedroom, he paused—stunned.

“Fuck…” he whispered. “You’re so beautiful.”

Your cheeks burned, but there was no time to be shy—not with the way his fingers were sliding up your inner thigh, slow and warm and careful, sending sparks all the way up your spine.

“Relax,” he murmured, settling between your knees. “Just breathe.”

You tried.

You really tried.

But then his thumb brushed over your clit.

You gasped—a soft, high sound—and Felix looked up immediately.

“That feel okay?”

“Yes,” you breathed. “Yes…”

His eyes darkened. “Good girl.”

His touch grew more confident. He rubbed slow circles into your clit, experimenting with pressure, adjusting the rhythm each time you gasped or whimpered or arched your back. The tension in your belly coiled tighter, and it hadn’t even been a minute.

“See?” he whispered, lips curling. “You don’t need to press so hard or go so fast. Let it build…”

Then he flicked your clit lightly—once, twice—and your thighs jerked.

“Oh my god—Felix!”

He groaned under his breath at the sound of your voice, low and desperate like music in his ears. He leaned in close, eyes locked to your face as he pinched your clit gently between two fingers.

Your hips bucked, and he had to hold you down with a firm hand on your thigh.

“Shhh… you like that, baby?” he asked, his voice hot against your neck. “You’re so fucking sensitive. So responsive.”

You were panting now, your legs trembling, every nerve in your body focused on that one point of contact. The pleasure built like pressure in a bottle, and you could feel yourself getting closer.

And just as your whimpers turned into gasps—he stopped.

“Wait.”

Your eyes flew open. “W-Why?”

Felix brought his fingers to his lips and sucked them slowly, humming around the taste.

“I need to ask,” he said, voice rasping like sandpaper and velvet. “Do you want my fingers?”

You blinked at him, dazed. “Yes.”

“Really want them, baby? It might stretch a little at first, but I’ll go slow.”

You nodded frantically, hips already arching toward him. “I want it. I want you.”

Felix smiled, warm and wicked, and leaned in to press a soft kiss to your inner thigh. “Good girl.”

He eased one finger inside, gentle and patient, curling it slowly as your body adjusted. You whimpered—more from the intensity than discomfort—and he moaned at how tight you were around just one of his fingers.

“So fucking tight… and this is just one.” He kissed your thigh again. “Can I give you another?”

“Please…”

He slid in the second finger, scissoring them slightly before curling up—just so. Your back arched instantly.

“There she is…” he murmured, fingers stroking that perfect spot deep inside you while his thumb returned to your clit. “You’re dripping, baby. You feel that?”

You were lost in it—your body writhing, thighs trembling, mouth open in helpless moans. But just before the orgasm could crash over you, Felix slowed down, pulling back slightly.

You whimpered, breathless and wrecked. “Why’d you stop—?”

“I want to use my mouth,” he said, voice suddenly low and hungry. “Can I taste you?”

Your eyes widened.

He kissed your knee softly. “Please, sweetheart. Let me use my tongue to make you fall apart.”

His words echoed in your ears, thick with promise.

“Let me use my tongue to make you fall apart.”

You nodded desperately, your voice broken and breathless.

“Please… please, Felix. I want it—I want your mouth so bad—”

He grinned, that cocky, smug little smirk you’d normally roll your eyes at—except now, it had your thighs clenching.

“Say it again,” he whispered as he kissed down your inner thigh, “Beg for me.”

You whined, biting your lip hard before gasping, “Please eat me out, Felix—please, I need it, I’m so close, I want your tongue—I need you.”

That did it.

Felix didn’t hesitate. He buried his face between your thighs like he was starved, tongue sliding through your soaked folds with a long, sinful groan. He licked you like you were the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted—slow at first, dragging his tongue flat and firm, then focusing in on your clit with a rhythmic flick that had your whole body jerking.

Your hands flew to his hair, fingers tangling in the soft blond strands as you moaned shamelessly. “Felix—fuck—don’t stop—”

He moaned against your pussy, the vibration shooting through your core like lightning, and his fingers pushed back inside you—two of them, curling deep, hitting that sweet spot like he’d mapped your body himself.

It was overwhelming—his fingers working you open from the inside, his tongue relentless on your clit, switching from flicks to gentle sucks that had your legs trembling on either side of his head.

Your climax was right there—close, desperate, building too fast to stop.

“I—I’m gonna—Felix—!”

He didn’t stop.

He sucked harder, fingers curling faster, coaxing you right over the edge.

You screamed, hips bucking, thighs squeezing around his head as the orgasm tore through you like a wildfire. It hit in waves, crashing and crashing until you were trembling under him, panting, flushed, soaked.

He only pulled back when your hips twitched from overstimulation, licking his lips slowly like he’d just finished a gourmet meal. “Taste even better than I imagined.”

Your vision was fuzzy, your body limp. “I… I can’t…”

Felix smirked. “Yes you can, baby. You’re not done.”

You blinked up at him. “What…?”

He leaned over you, his hand sliding up your thigh, slow and teasing, before his thumb pressed softly against your clit again. Your breath hitched.

He kissed your cheek, then your jaw, then whispered into your ear, “You said you needed me, right?”

You nodded frantically. “Yes—God, yes—”

“What do you need, baby?”

Your hands grabbed at him, desperate, half-sobbing as you said, “I need to feel you—inside me. Please, Felix. I wanna be full—I need your cock, I need all of you—”

Felix groaned so deep it rattled in his chest.

He reached down, tugging his sweats low just enough to free himself—already hard, thick, flushed, the tip wet with arousal. He stroked himself once, twice, watching you squirm and bite your lip, totally gone for him.

“You want this?”

“More than anything.”

He lined himself up at your entrance, rubbing the head through your slick folds, watching your body react—needing it.

Felix pushed in slowly, carefully, watching every flicker of expression on your face as your walls stretched around him.

“Fuuuck,” he hissed through his teeth. “You’re so tight, baby. Taking me so good…”

You moaned beneath him, your fingers clawing at his shoulders, the burn of the stretch deliciously intense. He was thick, the kind of full that made your body feel claimed in the most dangerous, beautiful way.

“Is it too much?” he asked, pausing halfway, his voice shaking with restraint.

You shook your head quickly, gasping. “No—don’t stop—keep going—I want all of it—”

He groaned like it hurt to hold back. “Shit. You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Then he slid in the rest of the way, inch by inch until he bottomed out inside you. The fullness made your breath catch in your throat, your walls fluttering around him in pure overstimulated ecstasy.

You whimpered. “So deep…”

He leaned down, nose brushing yours, lips ghosting over your mouth. “You feel me, baby? All the way in?”

You nodded, moaning. “Yes—fuck—you’re so deep…”

He started to move. Slow at first—so slow—pulling out just enough to make you ache, then rolling his hips forward again with a steady rhythm that made you feel every inch.

Your nails dragged down his back. “Faster—please—don’t hold back—”

That broke something in him.

Felix gripped your thighs and slammed into you, hips snapping forward with a force that punched the air from your lungs. Your back arched, toes curling as the wet slap of skin on skin filled the room.

“Oh my God, Felix—”

He was gone. Filthy. Animalistic. His hand grabbed your jaw, tilting your face up as he fucked into you like it was the last thing he’d ever do.

“You feel that?” he growled, his voice rough, wrecked. “This is what you needed, isn’t it? To be stretched, filled—fucked properly?”

You could barely breathe, barely think—his cock hitting every sensitive spot inside you, your clit throbbing from how hard he was driving into you.

“Yes—yes—yes—Felix, don’t stop—”

He reached down, thumb finding your clit again, rubbing fast tight circles that made your whole body spasm under him.

“You’re gonna come again,” he said, breath hot against your ear. “You’re gonna cream all over my cock, aren’t you, baby? Gonna let your stepbrother fuck it out of you like you were made for me?”

You sobbed, hips grinding up to meet him. “I’m so close—don’t stop—please don’t stop—”

“I won’t, baby,” he whispered, voice dark with lust. “You’re mine now. I’ll fuck you anytime you want—just say the word.”

The pressure exploded.

You screamed as your second orgasm ripped through you—louder, harder, messier than the first. Your body seized, pulsing around him, squeezing him so tight he cursed and stuttered in his thrusts.

“Shit—fuck—I’m gonna—”

“Do it inside,” you begged. “Please—fill me up, I want it, want all of you—”

That sent him over.

Felix groaned deep in his chest, his body shuddering as he buried himself to the hilt and came, hot and thick, spilling inside you with twitching, jerking thrusts as he clung to your body like it was the only thing tethering him to reality.

You were both a mess—sweaty, breathless, completely ruined.

He collapsed on top of you, still inside, still twitching, his face buried in your neck.

“Holy… fucking… shit.”

You giggled softly, still shaking, still stretched, filled, wrecked.

Felix hadn’t pulled out yet. He stayed inside you, forehead pressed to yours, both of you breathing heavy like you’d just sprinted through hell and back—together.

The room was quiet now. No more gasps or skin slapping or whispered filth—just the sound of your racing hearts and the electric silence crackling between you.

Then—

“…We shouldn’t have done that.”

His voice was quiet. Almost broken.

Your heart seized.

You didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to lose the warmth of him, the way his body fit against yours like he’d always belonged there. But he was right.

He was your stepbrother.

Felix slowly pulled out, and you winced at the overstimulation, the sudden emptiness. His cum spilled out of you onto the sheets, warm and wet and utterly damning.

You stared at the ceiling. “We just… we just did that.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, raking a hand through his hair, still out of breath. “Fuck. Fuck.”

You couldn’t stop yourself.

“I don’t regret it.”

He turned his head slowly, eyes wide—surprised. “You… don’t?”

You sat up, pulling the blanket over your bare chest, heart thudding.

“I know it’s wrong. I know we’re not supposed to want this, or each other. But Felix…” Your voice broke, heat rising in your face. “That was the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

He stared at you for a long, long moment. Then his lips curled, not quite a smirk—something softer. Sadder. Like he knew the truth of what you were both tangled in.

“I don’t regret it either,” he said. “But this—us—whatever that was…” He shook his head. “We can’t be anything. You know that, right?”

You nodded. “I know.”

“But I still want you.”

You looked up, eyes locking.

The air snapped.

It was dangerous. It was filthy. It was forbidden.

And you both wanted it again.

Your voice was barely a whisper. “Then take me again.”

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Authors note: This is downright filthy 😂 i’m sorry but i’m not sorry!

I know you liked it so make sure to reblog and drop that like babes!

[misfit0789]

Cold Shoulder

Emily Sonnett x Reader

Summary: The secret Emily's been keeping from Y/n gets revealed.

Word count: 2.9k words

Warnings: None...

This is fiction. This isn't set during a specific time. I have another version of this. Let me know if you want me to post it. I hope you enjoy!

Y/n was in the bedroom she shared with Emily, her girlfriend of a year and a half. Y/n thankfully had the day off from training to surprise Emily for her birthday. Emily had left early that morning for her own training, then she had recovery so Y/n knew she had a bit of time to set everything up.

She had scattered rose petals on the floor of their bedroom, bought Emily's favorite flowers and placed them in the center of the bed. She had gotten the ingredients needed to make Emily's favorite meal. Y/n had it all planned to make the day special.

Emily was Y/n's first real relationship. Y/n had been ghosted way too often in her life but Emily wasn't like that. Emily stayed. When Y/n got comfortable with Emily she told her of her ADHD. Emily wasn't surprised and had embraced Y/n. The care Emily showed broke Y/n's tough exterior she has had to use all of her life, as she fell into Emily's arms in tears.

That had been 7 months ago.

Emily and Y/n have been going strong since. The only thing that concerned Y/n was that in their year and a half of dating, Y/n had always gotten the cold shoulder from Emily's friends. They all seemed to steer clear of Y/n and she wasn't sure why. She was always nice to them but they never really interacted much with her.

Until today.

Y/n had put the final touches on their shared bedroom when she heard the front door open. She went to call out to Emily but stopped at the other voices she heard. She slowly walked to the bedroom doorway and poked her head out the door, surprised with the amount of people she saw walk into her apartment with her girlfriend. Y/n recognized them as Emily's teammates, some national and some club.

Emily leads the group into the living room. Rose, Kelley, Lynn, Trinity, Jenna, and Lindsey following behind. Y/n went to go talk to them but stopped when she heard her name.

"Sonny you’re still with that Y/n chick?" Kelley asks letting out a sigh when she sees a sweater she knows isn't Emily's hanging on the chair. Emily nods as she takes seat on the couch next to Rose and Kelley. Lindsey sitting in the loveseat with Lynn as Trinity and Jenna take a seat on the floor in front of Kelley and Lindsey, leaning back against the couch.

"Yeah? Why wouldn't I be?" Emily asks.

"Isn't your PR contract up?" Lindsey asks. Emily shakes her head leaning back in her seat.

"No that's not until next month and besides I asked my manager to rip it up. I actually grew to like this girl. She enjoys partying, she's funny and she's great in bed," Emily smirks at the end causing the others to laugh.

Y/n stands there in shock hearing that her year and a half relationship with the soccer player was all for PR. Y/n was a starting guard for the Liberty and had been for a couple years. She played alongside her sister Sabrina and the two dominated the court together. Sure Y/n had a large following but that was in thanks to her sister. Y/n was the shy kid with the mental health problems that stayed on the side. Sabrina had protected Y/n all their lives from those who tried to put Y/n down or were only with her to meet the 'better sibling'. Sabrina had met Emily and loved her. Hell they had gone on double dates on multiple occasions! Y/n never could have imagined that her relationship was a PR stunt. Y/n stays hidden unlocking her phone and calling her sister as she continues to listen.

"Wait, you and Y/n are a PR thing?" Jenna asks in shock. Emily nods.

"Yea my manager and hers apparently had talked and thought this would help me get more traction. With her sister being so big they both had thought that me getting with the quiet one would be a big benefit to my career." Emily explains. Jenna nods.

"Wait does Y/n know? You know that you guys are PR?" Trinity asks. Emily lets out a sigh shaking her head.

"No, our managers strictly said not to tell her. They said she'd freak and it would cause a big problem for everyone. That's why I told them to rip up the contract. I actually fell for this girl and like her. I know how much this would crush her if she found out. Besides Y/n may be taller than Sabrina but Sabrina is definitely the scarier one." Emily says shivering at the thought of making Sabina mad. She had seen Sabrina when she was mad on the court, but she doesn't want to imagine how much worse she'd be when it comes to someone hurting Y/n.

Little did she know…

"Don't you feel bad? That you'll know this about your relationship and she'll think this was all natural?" Rose asks. Jenna, Kelley and Lynn nodding, all wondering the same thing. Emily shrugs.

"I mean yea, but I'm sure after a few more years together we can look back and laugh on this. We'll be married and happy. Nothing would break us apart." Emily says leaning back in her seat. Rose and Lynn share a look, both seeming to be the only ones with working brains and hearts about how this can impact someone.

"So she'll never know you guys started dating because of a contract?" Lynn asks, starting to feel bad for Y/n as she realizes how bad this could truly get for both Emily and Y/n. She had seen the news stories of how Y/n had been treated in the past. It came out last month that Y/n had ADHD and other mental health issues and the media has been tearing her apart. If she ever found out her and Emily began from a contract Lynn is sure that would crush her. Emily shakes her head.

 "Nope. She will never know." Emily says, oblivious to the fact that Y/n has heard every word. Y/n glances at her phone seeing a message pop up from her sister.

Sabs [5:26 p.m.]: That bitch!

Sabs [5:26 p.m.]: I'll be right over to set her straight!

Y/n chuckles seeing the messages from her sister. No doubt in her mind that Sabrina will bring back up. Y/n decides to make herself known seeing as Sabrina doesn't live that far from where Y/n and Emily live…well lived.

"She will never know what?" Y/n asks. The women in the room freeze at the voice, all knowing exactly who it belongs to. Y/n stands behind the loveseat arms crossed with an unimpressed look on her face. Emily is like a deer in headlights as she stares wide-eyed, jaw dropped at her girlfriend. Kelley is the first to break from shock.

"Hey Y/n…" Kelley starts but immediately stops when she sees the look on Y/n's face. The look mirroring one of Sabrina's that usually has anyone who opposes her backing down. 

"She will never know what Em?" Y/n asks again, a pointed look on her face as she stares at Emily. Emily shrinks in her seat knowing she's screwed. Y/n is to calm right now considering what she just found out.

"Look Y/n !-" Y/n cuts Emily off, stepping further into the room. The others silent watching as the scene unfolds before them.

"No." Emily looks at Y/n a scared look on her face. "You were with me for your damn career." Y/n starts, "You cared more about your career than a living person. It took you a year and a half to realize you actually cared for me. One month before this 'contract' was up. You cared more for a career that will eventually end when you could have had a partner for the rest of your life." Y/n spits out still too calm for Emily's liking.

"I know, I-" Y/n shakes her head not letting Emily explain.

"I think you've said enough." Y/n says shaking her head. Emily looks down. "I loved you." Emily lets out a strangled sob at Y/n's words. Y/n scoffs. "You have no right to be the one crying. You broke me. You knew about my past and you still carried on with that stupid contract." Y/n takes a deep breath, trying to control herself.

Before Y/n can speak again the apartment door bursts open. Sabrina storms in followed by Stewie and Natasha. The soccer players jump from their seats moving to stand with Emily when Sabrina charges towards her. Kelley and Trinity stand in front of Emily separating Sabrina from her.

"Move. I'm going to kill this bitch for playing with my sister." Sabrina seethes trying to get between the two but Kelley and Trinity hold strong against the 5'11" player.

"Sabs." Y/n calls. Sabrina pauses glancing at her sister. The two have a silent conversation before Sabrina sighs and moves to stand with Y/n. Stewie and Natasha next to them. The women all stand there for a few minutes in a silent standoff. Emily stands in the middle of her friends with tears streaming down her cheeks as she realizes how much she has screwed up.

"Y/n…please…" Emily tries again but Y/n shakes her head.

"No. You knew how hard it was for me to open up to people with my past. You knew it was hard for me to trust people and yet you still carried on with this. You have numerous times to come clean and to find out you never planned on telling me hurts worse than if you would have said something." Y/n says starting to lose her composure. Sabrina notices placing a comforting hand on her sisters back. Stewie doing the same as Natasha glares at the girls surrounding Emily.

"You have a lot of nerve. You could have had the best woman as your partner and you threw that away for your career. A career that won't last." Stewie says, glaring at Emily. Emily shrinks behind her friends who have stayed quiet. They know Emily was in the wrong for not coming clean and while they don't agree with her actions she is still their teammate and friend. Emily carefully steps out from behind Trinity and Kelley moving to stand in front of Y/n. Natasha steps in her way shaking her head.

"It's okay Tash." Y/n says placing her hand on Natasha's shoulder. The woman glances at her friend and nods moving to stand back next to Stewie. "There is nothing you could possibly say that would make any of this better. But since you want to speak so badly, please enlighten us." Y/n says throwing her arms up in a sarcastic manner. Emily takes a deep breath.

"I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry for everything. You didn't deserve any of this. I was blinded by the thought of finally being something more than some player on the national team and I let it get to my head. When we first were spotted in public, which was staged, and I gained all those followers I got lost in the newfound fame of being with such a star player." Emily admits, looking down at her feet as she fidget with her fingers. Y/n stays quiet knowing Emily has more to say. "As we kept going on dates and getting to know each other better the contract went out of my mind. I didn't even remember it until my manager sent me an email last week saying the contract was almost up. I called him immediately and told him to destroy it. I got to know you. The real you and I fell in love." Emily gets out just as a sob escapes her lips. Y/n looks up blinking back the tears that are threatening to fall, looking back towards Emily when she feels Sabrina rub her back in a comforting manner.

"I get you're sorry, but that doesn't fix the fact that you still did it. Things may have been different if you told me yourself. But you didn’t. I had to hear you talking to your friends about it while you acted all smug… That's when I knew we were done." Y/n whispers at the end. A loud sob escapes Emily at Y/n's words. Y/n shakes her head turning towards Emily's friends.

"Makes sense now why you all avoided me like the plague. You all knew and couldn't even be decent enough to fake being nice to me to help your friend look good. Shows the kind of people you are." Y/n scoffs. The soccer players look down in shame knowing Y/n is right. They had tried to talk to Emily about it but she was set in stone. The newfound fame was getting to her head and there was nothing they could do.

"We're sorry." Rose says. Natasha lets out a dry laugh.

"No, you're sorry you all got caught." She spits. The girls look down. Y/n steps forward grabbing her hoodie from the couch that Kelley had seen earlier.

"I'm leaving. I'll be back next week when you're at camp for my stuff. You can enjoy being single and losing all the fame you treasured so much." Y/n says walking towards the door to the apartment she once called home. Sabrina, Stewie and Natasha following behind. "Goodbye Emily." Y/n says turning towards Emily one last time before walking out.

At the sound of the door closing Emily drops to her knees in tears as she realizes how much she screwed up. Rose and Kelley kneel down next to their friend trying to comfort her in anyway they can but know their efforts will be futile.

"Come on, let's get you to bed." Jenna says, helping Emily to her feet and leading her to her bedroom, Rose and Kelley following behind. Rose opens the door but lets out a quiet gasp at the scene. The rose petals. Emily's favorite flowers. The candles. But when her eyes land on the ring box on the nightstand she pauses. Jenna and Kelley look at Rose confused before their eyes glance around the room spotting the same ring box that Rose did.

"Oh no…" Jenna whispers. But she wasn't quiet enough as Emily lifts her head off Kelley's shoulder opening her eyes and seeing the room for the first time.

"Oh my god…" Emily breaths a fresh set of tears pooling behind her eyes as she sees the beautiful set up Y/n had done. She pulls away from her friends and steps into the room taking in all the work Y/n had done. She moves to her side of the bed reaching for the bouquet but stops when she sees the box that had stopped the other three. She reaches for the box instead. She opens it to find a beautiful, simple ring. One that she had showed Y/n a few weeks ago online. One that she didn't know Y/n had purchased later that night while Emily was asleep next to her in their shared bed. Just when she thinks she's out of tears more flow down her cheeks. "Why did I have to be such an idiot?" Emily sobs. Rose and Kelley move to stand with Emily, wrapping their arms around her in a hug.

"I'm sorry Em. I'm so sorry." Rose whispers. Rose was the only one who realized Emily had developed true feelings for Y/n. She had kept pushing Emily to talk to Y/n about it but either Emily never heard or she just brushed Rose off.

"Em…" Jenna trails off. The three look up and see the younger girl holding what looks to be a letter. Emily moves forward, closing the ring box and setting it on the nightstand, reaching for the letter. Jenna hands it over.

"Give me a minute?" Emily asks. The girls nod and slowly exit the bedroom, shutting the door behind them. Emily moves to sit on the bed, taking a deep breath before opening the letter and seeing Y/n's messy writing on the page.

Sonny,

Throughout my life there have been times where everything was so loud and overwhelming. But there were the moments where everything would fall silent and I could breathe. Those moments seemed to only happen when I was with you. That's when I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you.

Loving you is the most natural thing I've done…other than basketball haha. The way you make me feel comfortable, safe, at home. It's the way you make the world seem like a good place. I have become the best version of myself when I'm with you. You've shown me true love and I don't ever want to imagine a life where I wake up and you're not here.

I want to build our life together, starting today. I know you've said how you said it was your dream to be proposed to on your birthday so I am here to make that dream come true.

Emily Ann Sonnett, will you marry me?

Emily lets out a heartbreaking sob as she finishes the letter, watching as the words on the page smear from her tears that fall onto the paper.

"What have I done?" Emily whispers setting the letter on the bed beside her and burying her face in her hands.

She really screwed up this time…

[englishisaboutconfidence]

Mi Amor :Part 1 of Ahyeon knows best

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You don't truly care about Ahyeon.

She's one of your sister's best friends so of course you care about her because of your sister, but you yourself don't truly care about her.

At least that's what you tell yourself…

--

It's your first semester at University and frankly, you are killing it. Okay, you might not be popular or doing extremely well in your classes, but you have found a great group of friends, and you are having a great time even if your sister is attending the same school as you. You and your sister Pharita were never the closest, but being the same age (you were adopted from Vietnam by her family when you were 10 months old, so this is the only family you have known) you two still had a very good relationship. The only problem you have, well not really a problem per say, is that her best friend Ahyeon is also student here and they lived together.

Throughout your childhood, it had been impossible not to notice Ahyeon. Whether it was at school because she was always the most popular while still doing well in her classes, or at home because she and your sister had been joined at the hip ever since they met in the 1st grade. Ahyeon, while extremely popular and smart, was also a very kind and down to earth person, so there was no logical reason for you to be annoyed at her; but nonetheless, she annoyed the hell out of you. She was always over at your house, hanging with your sister, even being over when your sister wasn't home. Your parents loved her and treated her like their third child, so whenever you complained about her to them, they would just laugh it off and say you were being overdramatic. But the thing was, you weren't being overdramatic, you literally couldn't spend more than hour without seeing her. You and her were always in the same class at school, even when Pharita was in another one. She was always at your house, even when Pharita was doing something else. She even would invade your room, take naps in your bed, and even forced you to keep a lounging chair next to your gaming setup so she could "watch". The only time you had a break from her was when she would go home, which some nights she didn't even sleep at since your parents insisted on giving her a bed in Pharita's room.

So yes, while you didn't have a real reason to be annoyed at her, her constant physical presence was enough of a reason in your eyes to be hold a grudge against her; so you didn't even need to mention the fact that another reason you were so annoyed by her was the fact that you could never get her out of your head…

--

You and Pharita had a mutually understanding that you were going to give each other some space while on campus so each of you could have a freshman experience without everyone grouping you together as siblings. You two said hi in passings or would approach each other if necessary; but it wouldn't be over the top. Unfortunately, this did not hold true with your relationship with Ahyeon. Unluckily, you two were both Economics majors and somehow were again in all of the same classes; and of course she insisted on sitting next you (even forcing you to sit with her when you came to class after her). Although she did spare you from any interactions aside from group projects and general chit chat during class or during group discussions.

Luckily, non of your friends shared your major or any classes with you, so you were able to dodge the "you know Ahyeon" discovery… for a while at least.

It was the Thursday before Fall Break, so you were hanging out with a few of your friends in your dorm when your dorm mate Niki walked in with one of the class mates who was paired up with for a group project.

"Hey guys, this is Theo from my Marketing class. Theo, these are my friends Sunghoon, Jinyoung. And Y/N. Y/N is also my dorm mate".

"It's nice to meet you all" Theo said. He then looked at you and said "Wait, do I know you? Are you in Principles of Mico Thursday morning block?".

"Yeah I am" you responded. "Dude, how did you get so close with Ahyeon? You two are always sitting together and are always partners in discussions and projects. Every other guy in our class has asked Ahyeon to partner with them but she always just tells them she already has one. I've also spoken with other Econ majors who share more classes with her and they told me that it's the same in every other class too."

"Wait you know Ahyeon???" your three friends practically screamed which only caused you to sigh in annoyance cause of course Ahyeon had to ruin your college experience as well.

Dude to her and Pharita's popular in high school, guys were always asking for your help in hopes of dating one of the two. And of course, the two of them had also rise to fame on your college campus as well due to their looks and intelligence, they were both seen as the complete package, so guys were lining up in hopes of dating them. Luckily, most guys hadn't realized your history with Ahyeon (or so you had thought) and most of them had the common sense to not ask the brother of the girl they were trying to get with for help.

"Yeah, I went to school with her and she is my sister's best friend"

Putting two and two together, "Wait your sister is Pharita???"

"Ugh, yep. And no I will not help any of you 'bag' her" You tiredly said.

Annoyed with their constant badgering, you eventually kicked them all out of your dorm even Niki who just worked on his project in the study room.

After a few hours, your friends stop bugging you about Ahyeon and Pharita and asked if you wanted to grab dinner at the dining hall. After grabbing some food and finding a place to sit, you were happily eating and chatting with your friends when a cheesecake was placed in front of you and you heard a chair pulled up next to you. Whoever sat next to you started to take forkfuls of the cheesecake, before being rebuffed by a familiar voice "Ahyeon! You aren't supposed to eat that yet, I need it to bribe my brother".

Looking to your right, you see Ahyeon stuffing her face with your cheesecake and behind her, your sister Pharita.

"Hey sis, what's up?"

"Mom and Dad want me to stay at the house this weekend and take care of Lucy (the family dog who was a gift for my sister when she was 14); but I want camping over the break, would you please watch her instead?"

"I don't want to go home over the break. I want to stay here and hang out with my friends" "Please Y/N, I'll owe you"

While you were mulling it over, Ahyeon stopped eating and spoke up "Oh shit, I forgot to tell you Pharita. I told your parents I could watch Lucy last night."

"Really Ahyeon, you don't want to go camping with the rest of the girls?"

"Yeah, I never liked camping and plus, now you owe me :)" Ahyeon said.

"Thanks, I appreciate you giving up your fall break." your sister happily responded.

"Of course, anything for my best friend. Although…" Ahyeon said while turning and giving you a quick smirk "your parents did say that they didn't want me to stay there all alone all break, so they are going to call and tell Y/N that he has to stay there too".

As she said that, your phone started to buzz and you picked up phone to see your Mom calling. You sent Ahyeon a quick glare before picking up the phone "Hey Mom" you said before hearing your her tell you exactly what Ahyeon said "Fine" you responded before hanging up. Glaring once again at Ahyeon, she responded with a raise of her fork, once again full of your cheesecake, "you should really eat this before its all gone Y/N". Like a child not willing to share their candy, you snatched the rest of the cheesecake from her.

With a look of victory, Ahyeon stood up and gave you a condescending pat on the head before saying leaving and saying "See you later"

You angrily ate what was remaining of the cheesecake while your friends started babbling about how lucky you were getting to spend a weekend alone with Jung Ahyeon.

--

A few hours later, your sister let you into her and Ahyeon's dorm before saying a quick thank you to Ahyeon and leaving for her camping trip, leaving you alone with Ahyeon once again while she grabbed a few things she needed for the weekend.

"Stop looking so grumpy Y/N, be happy, you get to spend a weekend with your puppy and a beautiful girl. What's better than that?" Ahyeon said while sporting a shit eating grin.

Being the mature adult you were, you eloquently responded with a quick "Blah Blah Blah".

"Don't worry, I just need one more thing and then we can head out" Ahyeon then starting to try to grab a hoodie that she had placed on the top shelf in her closet. Her attempts at grabbing the hoodie cause the bottom of her tank top to rise significantly which gave you a great view of her lower back as well as her ass which was framed perfectly by her leggings. You didn't realize how much of a trance you were in that when she had grabbed her hoodie and turned around, you didn't realize you were staring at her perfect abs and they were right in front of you and she had lifted your head to meet her eyes. "Eyes up here babe" She said before turning around and giving you another view of her ass while she walked to grab her bag while putting on her hoodie.

"Whatever" you grumbled

--

A 25 min Uber ride later, you and Ahyeon entered your house and were greeted by your Goldendoodle Lucy. After giving her the pets she deserved, you and Ahyeon went to put your bags down in your respective rooms… except when you entered your room, Ahyeon followed you instead of heading to her own designated room.

"Umm, what are you doing Ahyeon?"

"Nothing babe, just putting my stuff in our room"

"What do you mean our room?"

"God, you are such a jokester Y/N" Ahyeon said while she started to unpack her backpack and put her stuff in your drawers. Well, in the drawers should had stolen from you over the years. Here's the thing that nobody else saw, it was that Ahyeon had pretty much inserted herself into your life, stuff, and area from the second she entered your life. Your parents knew that Ahyeon kept clothes in your room and spent most of her time at your house in either yours or Pharita's room even when they gave her own. Oftentimes, she would even steal your bed from you and force you to share your bed with her… the nerve! Oh yeah, she also would fuck with your head by calling you all the pet names in the world… PLUS she would even purposely wear little to no clothes or thirst trap clothing around you and then make fun of you for checking her out. It's not your fault that you're a young man with raging hormones. Ahyeon was the worst and no one else would ever believe you about that.

Giving up, you go back down to the main floor and let Lucy would to use the rest room. After bringing her back inside and making sure she had enough water, you grabbed a few beers and a bottle of soju. You quickly took 2 shots of the soju to help you deal with the rest of the night before sitting down on the couch and flipping through Netflix. While you were browsing, Ahyeon had finished unpacking and came back down, once again only sporting her tight black leggings and a flimsy little pink tank top. Out of the corner of your eye, you see her start to approach the couch in her "casual" wear. You expect her to grab a seat at the end of the couch or even in the middle; but what you didn't expect was her standing in front of you with your eyes directly in line with her breasts barely covered by her tank top and no bra, since you could clearly make out her hardened nipples. Your mind went blank aside from the almost overpowering urge to take one into your mouth. You were knocked out of your daze when Ahyeon shoved you back against the couch before turning around (and giving you a great view of her ass) and plopping right down on your lap.

This caused your already slightly hardened cock to harden even more. You tried to adjust so that Ahyeon wouldn't feel your mounting erection; but every time you tried to move your cock away from her ass, Ahyeon shifted so that she was firmly planted on your hardened dick. "Ahyeon" you warned but she just ignored you and stole the remote and turning on The Office. She then leaned back and grabbed your arms so you were wrapped around her waist that was only partly covered by her shirt. Not liking how part of you was touching her directly and the other touching her shirt, Ahyeon moved your arms so they were both under her top and against her perfectly sculpted abs.

You two stayed like this for a few minutes, with your heart pounding 200 MPH. While you weren't a total stranger to these kind of situations with Ahyeon (she loved to sit on you or near you while watching TV even when your parents or sister were there too and she would force you to cuddle her when she stole your bed); but something about this was different. You don't know if it was the soju, your hormones, or maybe the fact that your friends had been grilling you about Ahyeon because as they said "she was the hottest piece of ass" at your school; but the feeling of her body and the strands of her hair slightly blocking your full view of her face, caused you to be unable to focus on anything but her. Ahyeon, of course, noticed this and turned to face you after you were staring a little too long.

"Y/N, I know I'm beautiful, but you should really focus more on the show"

She said before giving you a peck on your cheek. She had given you dozens of pecks on the cheek over the years and your normal response was to push her off of you and to scoff; but today for some reason, her act of affection (and not of mockery which you would later find out), only caused you to blush. Which of course she caught.

"Oh, Y/N, are you blushing because I kissed you on the cheek?"

"Pfft, of course not Ahyeon"

This only egged her on, so of course she turned around fully, so she was now straddling you and could clearly feel your arousal, while before you could at least pretend that she might not have felt it when facing the tv. This new position caused you to subconsciously move your arms from around her waist to her hips. She then leaned in so close to you that your lips were practically touching, before saying:

"Really, then lets see how you react to this" before capturing your lips with hers. Overwhelmed by the emotions you were feeling, you two were lost in the kiss for a good 30 seconds before you finally broke apart for some air while resting your foreheads together. You slowly went over every part of her face before finally meeting her eye to eye. Unsure of where it came from and with nothing left in your brain, you softly breathed out the words that you never thought you would say to Ahyeon "I Love you".

Realizing what you said, you quickly tried to find to mutter out an excuse for why you said that and that you didn't mean it and you don't know where the hell that came from; but before you could do so, Ahyeon once again captured your lips with hers and you quickly responded with equal fervor. After a few dozen seconds of mindlessly making out, you two once again broke apart. Before you could put your foot anymore in your mouth, Ahyeon quickly silenced you with a finger on your lips.

"I love you too Y/N. I have for a long time"

Completely baffled and confused by what you just heard, you asked her to repeat it.

"I love you Y/N"

"What do you mean you love me???"

"I mean that I love you, I want to marry you, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and of course, I want to be the mother of your children"

"Wait, are you being serious Ahyeon because I swear to god if you are fucking with me"

Softly grabbing your chin and forcing you to stare at her straight in the eyes, Ahyeon slowly spoke "I love you Y/N. I always have and always will."

Still confused, you stupidly asked "So all the times you spent with me and all the times you forced me to cuddle or hold you or even kiss you for kissing practice, it's because you liked me and because you wanted to fuck with me?"

Softly laughing, Ahyeon responded "LOVE, not like. And partially yes and partially no on the fucking with you part. Of course, I want to spend time with you and being held by you; but it was also fun to make you think I was doing it to fuck with you. You know all is fair in love and war".

Seeing that you were still trying to wrap your head around everything, Ahyeon decided to give you clear push "Are you going to keep acting like I gave you a math problem 3 classes beyond your comprehension level or are you going to ask me to help with your little situation down there? I am your girlfriend after all"

"Huh" is all you could come up with in responds which only caused Ahyeon to giggle before standing up, grabbing your hand, and dragging you to your (and Her’s now too apparently) room. She then once again shoved you but this time you fell back onto your bed before she climbed on top and started to straddle you again. Knowing that you wouldn't be able to function without more answers, she decided to fill in some blanks for you that she knew you would be wondering about "I started liking you in the 5th grade and decided we would end up together in the 7th grade. You started to like me in the 6th grade, remember when we were at the waterpark and those boys kept annoying me and you came over to sit next to me while I was messing around with the tube, well that's when I knew that you liked me too. While you have always been a good guy, after that interaction, you always kept me in your line of sight when we were together and would always rest your eyes on me and I noticed that even if you didn't notice it yourself. Now for the dating part, we started dating our Junior year of high school when we went to get dinner just the two of us and your parents and sister were busy. Cool?" "Uh Huh" you intelligently responded.

"Perfect, now let's get down to business" Ahyeon responded before taking off her tank top to reveal her naked boobs adorned with the most beautiful pink areolas.

Once again caught staring and with no thoughts in your head, Ahyeon started to lose some bravado due to your lack of action and meekly said "Please Y/N"

Realizing how much of an asshole you were being and finally letting your brain turn off in a good way, you let your instincts take hold and you quickly captured one of her tits in your mouth and the other with your left hand. After given each of her tits the worship they deserved, you finally tore your head away her chest and quickly captured her lips with yours. While you two you were busy making out, you softly switched your positions so she was lying on the bed and you were above her. After a few more seconds of frantic kisses, you separated her and said the feeling that you hadn't realized had been present in your for so long and had shaped your life in such drastic ways

"I love you Ahyeon. I'm so sorry it has taken me so long to realize how much of a dumb ass I am; but I love you so much and I can't believe how blessed I am to have you in my life."

Her face filled with joy and eyes close to tears, Ahyeon happily responded "I love you too Y/N. And I am serious, I want you".

Hearing her reaffirmation of her feelings led you once again kissed her, this time while trying to take off her top. Wanting to spare you the struggle, Ahyeon separated you two and took off her tank top leaving you dazed and your attention ensnared by her naked breasts. Noticing your distraction, Ahyeon started to take off your shit which you absentmindedly helped her do while your main focus was still on those beautiful orbs hanging off her naked chest. Knowing you were still stun locked, Ahyeon moved your hands to her tits and started to dry hump you while making out. You quickly get the message and start groping her wonderful tits adorned with the most beautiful areolas you had ever seen. After a few minutes of mindless groping and kissing, you two finally separated. Seeing your lust filled eyes, Ahyeon stood up and grabbed your hand, pulling you up the stores and back into your bedroom, before shoving you onto your bed.

Falling backwards, your eyes naturally land once again on those perfect tear drops that Ahyeon called her tits.

"Eyes up here Y/N" Ahyeon said before slowly stripping her form fitting leggings.

Seeing what she was doing, your eyes once again wandered below her face, but this time went past her chest and found themselves landing on her naked pussy. Confused but not disappointed you asked Ahyeon "Ahyeon, were you not wearing any panties?". Seeing her shack her head, your dick throbbed even more.

"Y/N sweetie, if you are going to bury that cock of yours in this waiting pussy, you are going to need to take off those pants"

Hearing this, you got off the bed and quickly discarded your pants before grabbing Ahyeon and pulling her onto your bed so she was laying down now.

Softly grabbing her face, "are you sure about this Ahyeon?"

Giving you a quick peck, she responded "Of course baby, I've been waiting for this for a long time. Saving myself just for you".

Hearing her words of confirmation, you line your dick with her entrance and slowly pushed in, pausing for a bit when she would make a noise of discomfort, before slowing burying yourself to the hilt.

"Is it all in?"

"Yep"

"Okay you can start moving"

Hearing this, you slowly start to move inside of her. Pulling out almost completely before burying yourself in her once again. Once again lifting her face to meet yours, you giver her a soft kiss while thrusting in and out of her. After a few minutes of making love, you feel yourself start to lose control.

Sensing her release nearing as well, Ahyeon softly said "I'm close Y/N. Please Please. Fuck. Please come inside me. Show me how much you love me"

You quickly capture her lips in a bruising kiss and a few thrusts later, you feel her tighten around you and start to release her sweet nectar. The added tightening along with her legs wrapping around you to lock you in place, you lose your resolve and you start to feel yourself fill Ahyeon with rope after rope of your cum. The feeling of you spilling inside of her causes Ahyeon to have a second mini orgasm which causes you to empty every last ounce of your seed in her.

Feeling that you both were spent, you flipped you and Ahyeon over so now she was laying on top of you, you give her a few soft kisses before starting to pull out. Feeling you pull out, Ahyeon quickly wraps her legs around you again and forces you to bury your entire length in her once again.

"Don’t you dare fucking pull out Y/N. If you ever fully exit me tonight, I will make your life a living hell."

The mix of Ahyeon's threat along with the feeling of once again being fully inside of her causes your dick to twitch which of course she feels.

"See Y/N, even your body doesn't want to be separated. Or is it that I acted like a bit of a tsundere? I'm kidding baby… I know you like your women sweet but also cold as hell."

You simply respond with "I love you"

"I love you too baby. And after a quick rest, you are going to fuck me and give a few more loads to this needy little cunt. And when I mean fuck Y/N, I mean fucking me with the intent to fuck the ever living shit of me while marking me as yours. You're going to breed this pussy and give it so much of your spunk that it will be leaking for days. I don't want to be able to walk, okay?"

Being the normal person you are, you gave her a quick kiss on the lips before saying "I can't wait to marry you and see you as the mother of my kids"

Soft slapping your chest, Ahyeon said "Hey, you can't just respond with such a sweet statement".

"Oh I'm so sorry Ahyeon. Do you want me to talk about how many times I jerked off to a picture of you? Of how I can get off to just the sight of you in the simplest clothing? Or do you want me to talk about all the fantasies I have had of fucking you unconscious, of filling you with so much of my cum that its impossible for you to not get knocked up, of breeding you so that everyone knows you are mine?"

"That's better, so much better baby"

Whispering into her ear, you quietly tell her "Or should I talk about the fact that I've dreamed off spending nights with your pussy warming this cock before burying inside that tight little ass of yours. Of swapping between this cunt and this ass so many times I couldn't even remember where I was buried inside."

"Yes" she simply said while smirking.

"Good, because I intend on falling asleep every night for the rest of my life with you in my arms and my cock buried in your pussy"

Giving you quick peck, Ahyeon said "Your pussy. I am yours and you are mine."

Smiling, you pull her close and let sleep take hold of you.

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A few hours later, you wake up disoriented and sore. You try to raise your right arm to swipe the sleep out of your eyes, but you are unable to raise it as Ahyeon has made sure to trap it between your bodies. Seeing her sleeping form, you suddenly remember all that happened last night, specifically how you fell asleep. Remembering that, you feel your cock start to harden which elicits a soft moan out of Ahyeon. You try to pull out of her warmth but her weight along with your body not really wanting for you to pull out causes you to reenter her fully after pulling out halfway. This causes Ahyeon to moan louder and for her to walls to squeeze you even tighter causing you also to release a quiet moan. You try to calm yourself but your body works against you and starts to softy thrust in and out of Ahyeon while she was still asleep. Eventually you succumb to your base desires and you flip Ahyeon and you over, while making sure to remain buried inside of her, before you start thrusting even faster. After a few minutes of fucking Ahyeon while she was asleep, you let your release take hold and you fill her cunt with her your seed once again. Feeling your seed fill her, Ahyeon's orgasm quickly follows yours accompanied by Ahyeon screaming your name.

Startled, you look down to see Ahyeon's smirking face "Were you really so horny Y/N that you fucked me while I was asleep"

"I I I" you start to stammer out before being cut off by Ahyeon

"Don't worry babe. I love the feeling of you filling me especially as a good morning present". Leaning in close, she whispered "I've had so many wet dreams where I woke up to you fucking the shit out of me and creampieing my little pussy". Before giving you a quick kiss and saying "now that we've had our morning fuck, carry me to the shower and we can experience shower sex for this first time too"

You get up and carry Ahyeon to the bathroom as fast possible, while making sure that your cock stays perfectly warm inside of Ahyeon's snatch. Turning on the shower, you begin to make out with Ahyeon against the class waiting for the water to warm up. After a few seconds, you bring you and Ahyeon inside the shower walls and under the stream of hot water. Seeing the water flow over her body, you start to harden inside of her once again. After giving her a few more quick kisses, you start to worship the rest of her upper body. Making sure to give the appropriate attention to her neck and even more to her teardrop shaped tits, giving both of them a few squeezes before capturing each of them with your mouth and sucking on her pink areolas like you were trying to get her milk. Knowing your love of her tits, Ahyeon had to pull you off of them and pull your face back up to hers before assaulting your mouth with hers. Remembering your main goal, you push her back against the wall before grabbing her ass (while she locks you in place with her legs) and quickly start burying yourself inside of her over and over again before eventually pushing her to her peak which was quickly followed by yours. After a few seconds of respite, you finally pull out of her after over 12hrs of being inside of her and you two quickly wash each other (with you giving extra attention both with your hands and mouth to her abs, ass, and of course pussy) before you both exit the showers and dry off. Not bothering to put on a towel, you both start to leave the bathroom before Ahyeon turns around and places a hand on your chest to stop you.

She slowly glides her body up against yours and whispers in your left ear "Don't forget what I said. This cock is mine and my cunt is yours" before grabbing your cock and giving it a few quick strokes to make it harden a bit and guiding it inside her. After a few seconds of recover and readjustment to the tightness and warmth, you smirk and respond to her with "Oh don't worry honey, I will make sure you remember who you belong to. before grabbing her ass and giving it a few quick squeezes which only causes Ahyeon to smirk even more and tighten around you.

The rest of the weekend goes by relatively quickly and in the same manner as the first night. You two don't bother to wear any clothing the entire weekend nor do you have to leave since your parents had stocked the fridge with enough food for the weekend and following week and if either you didn't feel like cooking, you ordered food in. With your basic needs met, you two were free to fuck to your hearts delight. You spent 99% of the weekend buried inside of Ahyeon's ass or pussy (with your first time taking her ass being the play fight/fuck after you two made breakfast after the first night). There were a few times throughout the weekend that you actually tried to pull out of her before while cumming; but each time, she would beg you to breed her or fill her or creampie her or whatever she would say, and you were powerless to do anything except fulfill her wish, you were a first time boyfriend and happy wife leads to happy life so who were you to deny her what she wanted.

When you returned to your dorm Sunday night, your friends asked you about your weekend with Ahyeon and you simply responded with "It was good. A lot better than I thought it would be" before ignoring the rest of their questions before queuing up a game of LoL.