#without spending a long time on it and probably crying

[scimita]

oh woww im not usually a liushen shipper but this has me having THINKING and THOUGHTS and THINKING THOUGHTS.

As Liu Qingge starts leaving the sect more and more, and for longer periods of time, and avoiding (sometimes straight up ignoring) Shen Yuan, Shen Yuan has to come to terms with the fact that his best friend ended their friendship (he doesn't understand exactly why, was it because he bought Binghe to the sect before he was the right age to cultivate? Was it that he adopted Binghe but wasnt married? Did Liu Qingge just grow tired of him? ).

So, after months and months, Shen Yuan stops trying to figure out what set his best friend, Liu Qingge, Shidi off, figuring that Shidi probably has a good reason for not talking to him anymore and tries to mind his own business from then on. All is well! He's completely fine with this! He doesn't go to try and enter Bai Zhan anymore (the Bai Zhan disciples wouldn't let him anyway), he doesn't send letters (they were all left unanswered), he doesn't even ask the sect leader how his Shidi is doing (the pity in YQY eyes became a bit too much for him)!! Hes completely indifferent to this sudden change in his life and daily routine!! Everything is completely fine and he! is! handling! it!!!!!! Now, if everyone else would understand that and leave him alone about it, then he'd be even better!!!!

The only people that visit Shen Yuan and Shen Yuan visits are his brother and, urgh, Shang Qinghua. Though, lately, he's been too...busy...with work..... to attend tea time with his brother, totally not avoiding him because he's being interrogated everytime without fail about what exactly happened, even though Shen Yuan told his didi the truth the first time around (that Liu Qingge visited him to ask about the rumors and then met Binghe, ask about how long he's been Shen Yuan son, and the stormed off completely unprompted, and is now refusing to even look at him). Shang Qinghua just gets this look in his eyes everytime he visits and its making Shen Yuan uncomfortable (pity, Cucumber-bro, that you dont realise how whipped the War God is for you). But Shang Qinghua values being alive so he doesnt ask Shen Yuan about what happened.

So. Yeah. Shen Yuan is spending more and more time isolated, alone, lonely working on his peak. Binghe seems to be having a good time though so thats good. His fellow disciples have integrated him in their circles, he has friends, he attends classes like all the other kids (even if he quickly seems to outshine them), and he worries about spends time bonding with his a-die.

From Binghe's perspective, his a-die's very dear special friend has stopped visiting ever since Binghe came to the peak (the other disciples tell him of the courtship, of the visits, of the times his a-die didnt look like he was crying his eyes out every night instead of sleeping). A-die has reassured him time and time again that it's not his fault, that Binghe has done nothing wrong, that everything is fine and that he's not responsible for how adults react to his presence, and For God's sake, Binghe! Im not kicking you out of the sect because of Liu Qingge, who told you that ??!!!, and Stop apologizing, my sweet Binghe, you didn't ruin anything by being here, my son deserves only the best regardless of other's opinion on this matter.

Now. Let it be known that Liu Qingge is not having a good time. His long-time courtship partner has admitted to cheating on him and then proceeded to tell him it's none of his business what he does with his private life, so.

Liu Qingge is having a very bad time, actually. He's returned all the courtship gifts, has been ignoring and avoiding Shen Yuan, the love of his life, his Shixiong, and leaving the sect on progressively more dangerous missions. His own courtship gifts have yet to be returned, but it's understandable. Most of them were rare beasts with miraculous cultivation properties so they were eaten, or refined into pills, or something other he doesnt care about because he is not thinking about Shen Yuan right now. Though he told his disciples to leave the box of other gifts in front of his house in case he isnt on the peak, it has yet to arrive. He doesn't understand, didnt his Shixiong tell him his life has nothing to do with Liu Qingge's? Didn't he admit to loving another and having a child with them and then raising said child in secret? Is he just laughing about how pathetic and desperate Liu Qingge has been to believe he actually accepted his courtship that whole decade? Whatever. It doesn't matter. His Shixiong has made himself very clear and Liu Qingge is not one to ponder such things. He is not.

It is on one of these very dangerous missions that Liu Qingge ends up incredibly wounded and forced to spend time healing in a nearby, somewhat isolated, village. He doesn't know exactly where he is, somewhere along the Luo river, but somehow, the villagers seem to recognize him. They help him with a room at an inn, with the meager medical supplies they have, and with time alone to rest and heal. It is not unusual for mortals to look up to and idolize immortal cultivators, but even by Liu Qingge's standards and expectations, they are going above and beyond. Suspicious after being treated such a way while being in a very weakened state, he asks. The villagers' responses vary, but the gist is Oh Immortal Cultivator, how could we possibly sit by and watch when we could help instead? and Oh Immortal Cultivator, we have heard only the best things about The Bai Zhan War God! Of course we'd want to be of assistance! and Oh Immortal Cultivator how could we not help Peak Lord Shen Yuan's husband? He has done many things for our village, including adopting an orphaned boy to save him from the bullying! and most of these responses grate on his nerves because he hasn't been met with such kindness ever sincer he first met Shen Yuan and..... wait. Wait what. What do you mean, adopted? What do you mean HUSBAND?

Well yes, say the villagers, back when the war was still on, Peak Lord Shen Yuan came running with an infant boy in the village, yelling for a healer. Back then we didnt know who he was, and we were already nearly out of food for the winter, so we didnt have the means to help him. A washer-woman stepped up, even though she herself was barely surviving, and helped him and the infant. It's from her that we found out that Peak Lord Shen found the baby boy floating down the Luo river in the dead of winter, newly born and nearly frozen to death and chose to save him. Liu Qingge feels like he's been thrown off his axis. What do you mean, floating down the river? Isnt the boy his son? How do you know he didnt just lie and tell you he only found the boy to avoid accountability for having a son out of wedlock?

Well yes, say the villagers, the town healer came eventually. After Peak Lord Shen promised a hefty sum, the healer treated the boy of a very high fever, telling Peak Lord Shen that he's lucky his son only had a fever, and not hypothermia. The Peak Lord then insisted that the boy wasnt his by blood, only that he found the baby, and offered to show us proof. The healer asked how he planned to prove that he didnt father the boy and the Peak Lord said he has a special flower, gifted to him by someone very dear, that could prove his innocence. He smeared a drop of blood on the flower and said that if it's petals turn blue once it touches the infant, then he is his father. If it turns red, then there is no blood connection between the two of them. The flower turned red.

Liu Qingge has to sit down. His head is spinning and he doesnt know what to believe anymore. The villagers seem to be telling the truth, but didnt Shen Yuan admit to cheating? Right, of course, perhaps the boy isnt his by blood, but he still called him his son. Perhaps Shen Yuan's lover had a child then attempted to get rid of it before Shen Yuan found out, though without any luck. The boy also calls him a-die, so what if Shen Yuan's lover is simply the washer-woman? What if they fell in love when Shen Yuan bought Binghe in the village?

No No, say the villagers, the washer-woman and Peak Lord Shen didnt even live in the same house those 4 years Binghe spend in the village. Peak Lord Shen was away for long periods of time, he said he was looking for the boy's mother along the river, but everytime he came back, he would teach the boy and help raise him, that's why he calls him a-die. When the washer-woman died of an unknown disease and before the Peak Lord adopted the boy, the Peak Lord was already back at his sect. And besides! The Peak Lord was buying gifts left and right for his intended! He spoke very highly of them!! He told us his very special friend was the War God of Bai Zhan and was hoping to find a gift that his Shidi would appreciate!!!

Liu Qingge feel ready to combust. His head is pounding, he's never been more confused, and this damn injury won't heal fast enough!!! With a bone weary sigh he asks one last thing, why did you refer to me as Peak Lord Shen's husband? If Liu Qingge calculations are right, then Shen Yuan has been meaning to ask him to marry for about six years. SIX YEARS!! (...well, seven now, but he's already broken off the courtship and is starting to think that it might have been a mistake).

Well, say the villagers, when the Peak Lord left the village, he said he had to go back before his best friend started to worry! He said he found a suitable gift and he was building up the courage to gift it!! Naturally, we assumed that, since he came back to adopt the boy and bring him to the sect, his gift was accepted, the wedding held, the boy had a second father, and all was well!

Liu Qingge retires for the night. He's suddenly hit with a very deep sense of dread. He feels like the guilt of his relief crash down on him and doesn't know how to process it. The Boy is adopted. Shen Yuan was going to ask him to marry him and raise a Child together. Oh my God. Oh my God.

Liu Qingge is not panicking. He is not on the verge of a panic attack in his room at an inn in an isolated village, god knows how far away from the sect, healing from an less-awful injury and he is not conflicted as to what to believe. Shen Yuan admitted to having the boy during the war, but then again, he didnt say he fathered him, just that he's been raising him. Shen Yuan has said that his private life has nothing to do with Liu Qingge's, but then again, it's not unusual that his Shixiong was just telling him that it's fine to keep their lifes somewhat private from one another, his parents did that too, had separate bedrooms and everything but they were more than happy together. Liu Qingge feels ready to pass out!! This is too much for one day!! He'll think of a solution in the morning !!

So. Liu Qingge leaves the village the next day, after getting some directions towards the sect, like his ass was on fire. He still doesn't know exactly what's happened during those 4 years, but is now willing to try and clear things up with Shen Yuan. Except. When he gets to the sect (in record time!) he is immediately accosted by Mu Qingfang and subsequently put on house arrest. He is not to leave his bed for as much as a leisure walk Do You Hear Me ?!?!!! so he devises to come up with another way to meet with Shen Yuan. He tells his disciples to let Shen Yuan onto the peak, to lead him straight to his house, to stop glaring at him goddammit! But. Shen Yuan doesn't visit, doesn't write him, doesn't even seem to know that Liu Qingge is back and has been stuck in his own home for the past 2 weeks. So!! Seeing that he has no other choice, Liu Qingge sneaks (yes, sneaks, those talismans at his front door are no joke) out if his home, out of his peak, and onto Shen Yuan's peak, going straight for the Peak Lord's residence on foot.

However tired he is when he gets there, he take two deep breaths and knocks (knocks!!!) on the door. For a moment, all is still and silent. Then, the patter of footsteps coming towards the door, then the door being opened, then!!!!....oh. Shen Yuan's Binghe. For a moment they just stare at each other. Gone is the warm, shy smile Binghe first greeted him with, now The Boy's face is stony, nearly blank. He doesn't greet his Shishu. He doesn't call out to his a-die about this traitor his fellow Peak Lord being there. Liu Qingge is the first to break the silence for once, where is Shen Yuan? aggravated, Binghe nearly shuts the door in his face. Why do you care? he responds, Liu Qingge ignoring his question says Shen Binghe, call your father out here now. Now truly upset, Binghe replies my name is LUO Binghe, and MY father doesn't want to see you!!! and slams the door in Liu Qingge's face before he can open his stupid stupid mouth again!!

Liu Qingge is stunned at the audacity of this boy. Fine, if The Boy wont let him in, he'll ask someone else!! So, against his better judgment, he goes to Qing Jing. He is promptly mocked and laughed off the peak by that Shen Qingqiu! So he goes to An Ding, and!! he is more or less thrown off the peak by that RAT Shang Qinghua! What the Fuck! Its fine, its fine. He'll speak to Shen Yuan at the next Peak Lord meeting.

And so, he attends, actually on time, and goes straight for Shen Yuan, only to be intercepted by the goddamn Sect! Leader!! He ends up spending the rest of the meeting staring at Shen Yuan's drawn face, at his eyebags, his way too thin complexion and has to leave before he drowns in guilt. Its not fine, its not fine, Shen Yuan still smiles at him, a strained thing, even though Liu Qingge is the reason he look like that.

Liu Qingge get lucky. A village south of the mountains has requested his and, specifically, Shen Yuan's help with a wild beasts lurking in their forest. Unable to refuse, both of them accepted. Liu Qingge spends the days before their upcoming mission panicking pacing around to make sure he has everything packed, regardless of the fact that he used to leave with nothing but his sword. When the day to leave comes and he sees Shen Yuan, something starts to feel tight in his throat and he is completely unable to say a word to the man he is still hopelessly in love with before they depart from the sect. As for Shen Yuan, well, he takes the silence as another indicator towards the fact that his Shidi cant stand him anymore, not that he knows why. They leave the sect on their swords. Shen Yuan eventually breaks the silence to ask where exactly they are going, he doesnt recognize the village name, and for how long they will be flying (could he have asked the Sect Leader? Yes. Did he? No.). Liu Qingge answers easily enough. But when it comes his turn to ask anything or to start (start!! how the mighty have fallen) a conversation, he is met with dry, short answers and a lingering tension in the air. Liu Qingge feels like this might be something he cant fix. He hasn't even asked about The Boy yet!!!

Shen Yuan thinks he's doing great! He hasnt answered his Shidi with his usual rambling, not wanting to annoy him and risk being ignored the rest of this missions, and is ignoring the uncomfortable silence with great success!

And thus, this is exactly how most of the mission goes. Stilted conversations in place of the usual easy going ones, uncomfortable silence for long periods of time and even a moment where, upon actually seeing the beast, Shen Yuan has lost his inhibitions and gone on a long rambling tangent about the beasts usual eating habits, sleeping habits, mating habits and everything and anything that came to mind about it. It does, however come to an abrupt stop, when he turns to look at Liu Qingge, a bright smile lightning up his face, and finds his Shidi already looking a him, face soft. When they make eye contact though, Shen Yuan smile falters, then drops not a moment later, and his rambling ends with a weirdly strained uh, yeah, anyway, thats what we were looking for. Then he falls completely silent and Liu Qingge's guilt threatens to swallow him up, so he asks, perhaps a touch annoyed about The Boy. And he sees it. The second his Shixiong, his Shen Yuan, completely shuts him out. The moment his face becomes blank, the second Shen Yuan apologizes and tells him Shidi has made it abundantly clear what he thinks on the matter of my son, there's no need to speak on it anymore.

The ride back is dead silent. Liu Qingge is beating himself up for botching the conversation, Shen Yuan is scolding himself for getting carried away and having his Shidi remind him of the fact that they are not even friends anymore. They dont say anything to one another even when they reach the sect.

The following weeks seem to be a blur. Liu Qingge starts sending beasts to Shen Yuan's peak as an apology for the uncomfortable conversation, Shen Yuan assumes Liu Qingge's telling him that he hasnt forgotten about what he's done wrong on the mission (exactly what he doesnt know, but he knows his Shidi got annoyed enough to nearly leave him behind when going back to the sect) so he sends the beasts back, along side boxes upon boxes of every gift Liu Qingge has gotten him, because, well, can he really move on if he keep holding on to someone who doesnt want anything to do with him anymore? Liu Qingge misunderstand, believes he is being rejected, starts desperately sending rarer and rarer beasts, and Shen Yuan just keeps sending them back. Everyone is confused. The disciples dont know whats going on anymore, the Sect Leader doesnt even want to get involved, Luo Binghe start outright disrespecting Liu Qingge to his face everytime he sees the man.

And this is where im gonna end it because i have developed LiuShen worms in my brain and just needed to clear them out. Wonderful AU, im no writer but i just wanted to share my Thoughts and Thinking

I have this older-brother-SY (also beast peak lord) AU cooking and although I have Many thoughts here’s the liushen part (warning this is long af, TLDR at bottom):

LQG has been pining for the beast peaks’ head disciple for years and SY has no idea (like usual). LQG, over time, has recognized and accepted his affections, but has no idea if SY feels the same. Sure, they get along great, and he’s confident SY considers him a friend (if not a best friend), but more than that? SY if friendly to everyone- and LQG can’t tell what liberties, if any, are exclusive to him.

But it’s clear that the cultivation world is on the brink of a war with the demon realm- and LQG will be at the forefront. As much as he prides himself on his battle prowess he knows he’s not indomitable- and Tianlang-Jun is a force to be reckoned with.

So, he decides to offer SY his suit- even if he's rejected, at least he'll know. In melodrama fashion, LQG asks SY, if he'll accept his courtship once the wars over. SY (unknowingly, the dumbass) accepts.

OK. so now that we have context, lets get silly with it :)

The war goes over the same how it did in SVSSS, YQY subdues TLJ and all peak lords survive. LQG begins to officially court SY... who's been traveling along the Lou river since the end of the war. It's not an issue per say but he also won't tell LQG why; just that he's looking for something. This continues for 4 years. After those four years, SY returns to CQMT. He doesn't leave for extended periods anymore, unless a mission requires it, and even then it's clear he returns as soon as possible. In lieu of his travels he's begin descending the mountain several times a week, to the small town at its' base. He deflects whenever anyone asks why- and although LQG does find it odd, he trusts SY, who says, impishly, that LQG will find out eventually.

That day does come 6 years later.

Word spreads fast around CQMT, so of course LQG, usually not privy to the intersect gossip, (“Shizun, this one has news! Ah! I know gossip is bad, I would never- it’s about Shen-shibo! He’s brought a young boy back to his peak!”) would be near-first to visit his beloved.

LQG: “The rumors are true?”

SY: “Hm? Meddling in gossip are you, shidi? What are they saying, exactly?”

LQG: “Tsk- that you’ve brought a new disciple to the peak- one much too young to cultivate.”

SY: “Ahhh well… I surmise there is some truth to that hearsay after all… he’ll be home for dinner soon- he’s a great chef! Oh, shidi, you must stay for dinner!”

…

SY: “…and their claws are retractable! Despite taking up 50% of their paws! They use this to ambush larger prey, making said prey think they’re harmless- oh, Binghe, come, come; meet your Shishu!”

LBH: “Yes, A-die!”

LQG: "..."

LQG: “……what?”

SY: “Binghe, this is Liu Qingge, your shishu, and a dear friend of mine. Qingge, this is Binghe.”

LQG: “…he called you a-die.”

SY: “Oh! Yes, I’ll sure he’ll need some time to adjust to Shizun.”

LQG: “Adjust.”

SY: “Yes, adjust, he’s called me A-die most of his life. After all, he is my son.”

LQG: “Your son. That you’ve been raising.”

SY: “Yes, Shidi, that’s correct.”

Lqg goes only silent for a bit and SY releases LBH to the kitchens. He’s gotten quite good at reading LQG over the years and knows he’s upset- at what he isn’t sure.

SY: “..Shidi?”

LQG (jaw pinched): “How long?”

SY: “..How long what, shidi?”

LQG : “Have you had-“ (handwaves)

SY: “How long have I been raising him? About 6 years, why?”

LQG: “….and how old is he.”

SY: “Ah, he’s 10, will be 11 this upcoming winter. Make no mistake, I would have been there since birth if given the chance!”

LQG: “… Since the war ended. You- you had a child during that time? You never thought to tell anyone- to tell me?”

SY: “..Well, family matters are private matters, I’m sure shidi understands.”

LQG: “Private! You- shameless! A decade- I’ve wasted a decade- and you never intended to tell me? What did you think would happen when you brought him here, Shen Yuan?!?”

SY (doesn’t know what’s going on but is protective of LBH nonetheless): “Does it matter? He’s here now, and that isn’t going to change! I’m not sure why you’re so concerned with my private life!”

LQG: “Your life- did you ever consider mine?!”

SY: “Like your life will change! I have a son to raise and protect- what all does that have to do with you?!”

LQG (fuming): “I see. You’ve made your point, Shen Yuan. I’ll stop interfering in your life- so separate from mine.” (Storms off)

CQMT witnesses the worst breakup imaginable.

SY has no idea why LQG got so worked up- maybe because SY wasn’t married? LQG was always so traditional…

Apparently, LQG left the day after their fight. Well whatever his issue is hopefully he’s in better spirits once he returns.

LQG returns 4 months later and doesn’t visit like usual. In fact, two days after his return, SY starts receiving packages. Boxes filled with trinkets and books he’s given LQG over the years- even a couple pairs of robes and a set of vambraces he had custom made for LQG. So. Whatever set LQG off clearly hadn’t been resolved. And he really doesn’t want to lose his best friend over… what? He still has no idea why LQG got so upset.

SY resolves to snub his pride and treck to Bai Zhan.

Only, once he arrives, he’s.. blocked? Denied entry? By the Bai Zhan disciples?? They were usually so sweet, charming in their own gruff way, but now they’re just short of openly hostile.

It’s dumb and angsty 🙄 but it tickles something in my brain

TLDR; LQG begins courting SY early in the story, before LBH is born. After TLJ is subdued and SY connects the only heavenly demon to obvi being LBHs dad he sets off to find LBH and ensure he has a better life. He ends up raising LBH with the washerwoman and LBH views SY as his dad and calls him such. Once she passes SY takes him back to CQMT where they meet LQG. LQG hears LBH call SY "a-die" and thinks that SY cheated on him; SY unknowingly confirms this- he also doesn't know that LQG has been courting him. Cue melodrama rivaling QiJiu except the whole sect gets to watch the fallout not just the aftermath.

[fishdoghorseboy]

does the former gifted child thing still exist. I feel like it disappeared but maybe that's because I've stopped using non-Tumblr socials for like 3 years at this point

but I'm trying to wrap my head around it. at what point did you have to "stop feeling gifted" to BE a Former Gifted Child??? I seriously don't understand how it could be a piece of how you self identify if this was something important to you in. what. elementary school? early middle school??? but maybe I'm missing something? I KNOW I'm taking it too seriously I just like pondering

[shalscumbunny]

The male members of the Gen'ei Ryodan and their S/O's breasts

TW: Female S/O, abuse, fondling, forced intercourse, forced touching, mild torture, pregnancy, breeding kink, forced pregnancy, sexist, misogynist, breastfeeding, yandere, kidnapping and minor injuries

Author's note: I am humanly incapable of writing about Bonolenov (I feel weird), an apology to the fans (if there are any)

Phinks:

Honestly, whenever I think of Phinks, I think of someone who is rough even if he doesn't mean to be, not as rough as Uvogin, but he tends to be a bit aggressive when he has you sitting on his lap facing forward. He knows you're blushing and he doesn't care to embarrass you further, even though he has that stoic expression you know he's enjoying it, you know he's enjoying hearing you whimper and moan as his big hands knead your breasts. After all you feel his hard erection press against you. I don't really think of him as a breast man though (I'm of the inclination that he's a thigh man), so after playing with you for a while he'll just put you on all fours and fuck you hard.

Uvogin:

I have mixed feelings here, just like Phinks, I don't feel like he's a breast man (I think he's a die-hard fan of asses). But unlike Phinks who just hangs around to get bored, Uvogin doesn't mind spending a long time kneading your poor, aching breasts with his huge, calloused hands. You feel his hard penis rub against your pussy as you cry, watching through your tears as he bites, sucks and pulls at your poor breasts. Your breasts will probably be covered in bruises, small wounds and injuries the next day, making him puff out his chest with pride.

Franklin:

Unlike the previous ones, I feel that despite that rough and corpulent build, Franklin is a soft man, he likes your breasts (And yes, I feel that he likes breasts 100%), regardless of their size or shape, they simply captivate him. He usually takes you gently while licking and sucking your breasts making you moan, he sniffs your essence carefully and usually guides you in the way he likes. A pleasure where the majority usually wins.

Feitan:

I'm not going to put it up for discussion, Feitan is a man who loves breasts (And for some reason I feel like he loves small breasts the most and don't ask me why). If Feitan isn't rubbing your breasts, sucking and biting your poor nipples, sadly it's something else. I feel like one way to represent his love and dominance over his S/O is torture. Feitan doesn't see his S/O as an equal, so he doesn't care about your opinion or consent. So sadly sometimes you're tied to a chair with little electric clamps stimulating your poor sore nipples while he forces you to suck his cock. You know he's turned on, his gaze isn't very expressive, but he has that sick sadistic smile on his face, his cock vibrating in your throat.

Nobunaga:

I don't feel like he's a die-hard fan of breasts (He's a thigh man), but he likes to make you feel good and mark you as his. Just like your thighs, neck and shoulders, your breasts are also decorated with little bruises. He's a big groper, he just can't get enough of you because he loves you so much, so sometimes he doesn't mind leaning you on a counter and groping your breasts while he bites your shoulder and his cock pushes hard against your pussy for several hours without rest, until he leaves you dumb, with your pussy and uterus full of his cum, your breasts swollen and overstimulated. He's a man who's a fan of new experiences, so he's willing to suggest (coerce) you to try to masturbate him with your breasts, growling as he feels your soft mounds embrace his hard cock and then grabbing your hair to make you suck his swollen tip.

Chrollo:

Chrollo is a curious being in every aspect and that includes the human body, especially YOUR body. I feel that even though it may not seem like it sometimes, he likes mysticism, when it comes to you, he believes in soulmates, he is a true believer that you and him are pieces of a puzzle. He loves you deliberately, he is obsessed with you and everything about you, he needs you, in every aspect. Even though I personally feel that his S/O's favorite body part is her thighs, he also loves breasts. He fucks you by making you sit on his fat cock, both of you sitting anywhere, be it the living room, the bathroom or the corner of the bed. His hot, cum-filled balls squished by your slippery slit. He is thrusting at a good pace inside you, deep and somewhat slow, looking to fill you strongly. He's pleased by your expressions and moans, he grunts when your rubbery walls squeeze his cock, he growls into your breasts and moans, after giving you a dirty kiss on the mouth he lowers his head until he latches onto your nipple, he sucks and sucks it like he's hungry while his arms wrap around your waist tightly. He pounds into you in a messier way while he licks and sucks your nopples, completely obsessed with those dirty faces you make. He doesn't plan on stopping, he's got a long way to go with you, he loves latching onto your nipple and being one with you. Obviously we know that his goal is to possess you and please you, and he's probably also trying to impregnate your sweet pussy with his child.

Hisoka:

He's a big fan of ass and I'm not willing to argue about it, but that doesn't stop him from suggesting (forcing) you to use flavored body lotions. He lets out that hungry giggle as he latches onto your bubble gum flavored nipples while his fingers with sharp nails move in your tight, wet pussy, obviously those sharp nails hurt and injure your poor pussy making it bleed slightly, but you're used to it by this point, so you just moan and gasp excitedly, tears rolling down your red cheeks. I'll add as an additional note that since Hisoka is a man with such eccentric tastes, he'll probably at some point force you to wear piercings on those cute nipples of yours, maybe pink ones or heart-shaped ones, or if he's really crazy probably one of your nipples will end with an "H" and the other with an "M"

Illumi:

We've talked about this before, a relationship with Illumi without children is impossible, no matter if you're infertile, in this fictional world of HxH, he's willing to find any way for you to get pregnant with his children. Illumi is the kind of man who won't let you leave his bed until a pregnancy test comes back positive, which he so desperately wants. Apart from the fact that even though he loves you and doesn't know how to show it, in this relationship you don't have the right to have an opinion, so you have to accept and adapt. It doesn't matter if you beg him on your knees that you don't want a baby, he doesn't care, he won't listen to you either, he is a true believer that you will become fond of the baby. Due to his upbringing, he has somewhat misogynistic and sexist tendencies, so, since you are his wife, your duty is to accept the children he wants to give you and obey him (The best thing for your mental health is to do so). He's not very good at expressing that he wants it, you've rarely seen him with more than one expression, so learning to decipher it will take you a GOOD time. Only his face usually changes a couple of times and one of those times is when he's fucking you, his face looks slightly more relaxed and even if he tries, the pleasure is something difficult to hide even for a cold-blooded killer like him. Even though sex is very mechanical with him, it's not bad, he gives it to you hard, strong and moderately fast while sucking your breasts occasionally, he will NEVER admit it to anyone, but they are a part of your body that usually generates attraction and curiosity in him. But once he left you round and swollen with his child, now your breasts are a part of your body that obsesses him. He just feels his cock harden when he notices how they grow day by day, preparing to nourish his future child. Of course Illumi doesn't stop fucking you when you're pregnant, on the contrary, he fucks you more, because he simply gets excited seeing you pregnant and swollen with his baby. He spends so much time sucking on your breasts during sex that your milk production gets too early, that only makes him obsessed with your breasts even more. Now he fucks you hard, rubbing the baby inside you with the palm of his cold hand while he fills his mouth with your sweet milk, panting and grunting on your swollen nipple, at the same time, your other nipple drips small jets of milk onto the bed. When you give birth he gives you privacy with the baby when nursing, although it's funny because the baby looks like its father, hugging your breast and latching onto your nipple trying to swallow as much milk as possible. Years later and after 4 babies, it's really comforting and strange for you that Illumi doesn't change, he's not very expressive or affectionate, but he likes to be with you, he doesn't feel disgusted by the after-effects of pregnancies on your body, on the contrary, he tends to be attracted to them He rarely smiles except when you greet him after a long day of murders, with two children hidden behind your skirt, another in a sling on your back, another in your arms sucking milk from your nipple and well, another on the way developing in your swollen belly. When Illumi calls the nannies to take the children away and leave you alone, he really just wants to latch onto your generous milk-filled breasts and fuck your pregnant pussy.

Shalnark: (Everything I say about Shalnark is 100% canon and I don't allow anyone to question it). Shalnark LOVES, NEEDS and ADORES your breasts. He loves them for everything, he uses them as a pillow when he's sleepy or wants you to cuddle him, he loves to cuddle and warm up there, he has a smile on his face whenever he's there, you really think he's just missing starting to purr while rubbing his head there and hugging your waist. He's an addict and he doesn't even think about asking you for permission to touch them, for Shalnark they're his, they belong to him, he enjoys buying you only low-cut clothes to look at them all the time and have easy access to them. He doesn't even need to have his cock buried in your pussy to start sucking on your breasts, it can just be at any time, sometimes you're relaxing in bed reading a book and he'll come over, open your shirt and start sucking and licking them with his eyes closed while hugging your waist. Other times he will call you while he is working on his computer, ask you to sit on his lap and continue working while his cock is buried in your pussy and his mouth is sucking on your nipple. Obviously above all, he loves sucking your breasts while he fucks you on the bed, pushing his hips against yours while the tip of his penis hits your cervix hard. His mouth licking, biting and sucking all over your breast, leaving it with marks, bruises, bites and saliva. I mentioned before in this profile that Shalnark does not like the idea of ​​having children, he really does not want any, but he would probably have something similar to what Illumi did with your breasts if he were to get you pregnant and agreed to allow you to continue with the pregnancy. But on the other hand, you would end up producing milk whether you were pregnant or not, since the stimulation is so great that your breasts begin to fill with milk and of course Shalnark will not allow a single drop to go to waste.

Thank you very much for reading me, if you want a version with the female members of the Gen'ei Ryodan let me know 🖤

[nanamiskentos]

taking a shower with the jujutsu kaisen men

gojo — despite what his no.1 hater says (gege) i'm telling you and promising you that he showers daily. trust me when i say his white hair is fluffy fresh. spends way too long in the shower and you get a bit bored because he's hyping himself in the mirror beforehand (who's the strongest? you are!). uses a fancy, overpriced shampoo that smells like tropical fruits but leaves the cap off each time. has broken 2-3 waterproof speakers before. once bought a waterproof phone case to scroll his phone in the shower, but ended up getting distracted on tiktok until the water went cold. his bathroom looks like a high end salon, more products than an influencer. leaves little hearts in the condensation on the mirror

nanami — you have your regular showers with nanami, but he's really more of a bath guy i think. like i'm saying a glass of wine and a candle. if he doesn't like you or your name is gojo satoru, then interrupting him here will result in the worst lecture you've ever heard in your life, but if he likes enough, he'll let you sit on the edge of the bath with him and talk about your day. the most pristine bathroom of all time, it's literally a spa. you once asked if his shower head was imbued with cursed energy, because it's just that precise and perfect. very possessive about his towels.

geto — definitely the type to stand under the shower and waste the hot water. this is mainly because he can't help but monologue about his philosophy for too long, and by then, you've hopped out and left him there. the most perfect cherry-blossom floral scented shampoo is the only thing that can touch his thick, glossy hair. his hair is probably stuck to the shower wall a lot, but he tries to blame it on you. weirdly eclectic shower playlists that range from ominous, chanting ballads to 2000s boybands because he claims he's a man with layers.

toji — for a man with a kinda gross job (like assassination isn't all that great right...) he smells good. but that depends on who you ask, because sometimes the scent of cologne is so strong, you feel a little nauseous. prob uses a 3-1 body wash, shampoo and conditioner because its 'all the same anyway.' this makes you cry! spends about three minutes in the shower each time, and then leaves without even drying himself, soaking wet and rawdogging the world. once got a bathrobe as a gift and tried it on for fun, but now uses it all the time when he's lounging around to eat takeout.

sukuna — once asked you to join him for a bath, and you agreed. let's just say you took a big step back when you realises why the bathwater was a thick, gloopy red. you once gave him rubber duckies as a present and he pretended to hate them and gagged. you caught him lining them up in military formation along the edges of the bathtub for 'reasons that aren't your concern.' ended up almost coughing a lung out after accidentally ingesting one too many bubbles. hates most modern inventions but enjoys a good loofah.

[cumironi]

TILL FOREVER FALLS APART

when you first joined jujutsu high, you probably never imagined being in relationships with two of the strongest special grade sorcerers. yet here you are, destined to spend the rest of your life with them. did you complain about it? absolutely not. this is simply the story of your life being in relationships with geto suguru and gojo satoru.

warning : age-up! satosugu, spoiled! fem reader, fluff, heavy / light angst, dark content, trauma mentioned, unprotected sex, threesome, overstimulated, suggestive, oral sex ( m & f receiving ), dirty talk, degrading, name-calling, pet names, poly relationship, anxiety, lots more.

[☆] : NSFW | REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

🖇️ YOU WILL BE BLOCKED! IF YOU'RE SPAMMING LIKE WITHOUT REBLOGGING!

☆ PRE RELATIONSHIP :

GENTLE LOVE

“loving you is the easiest thing,” he murmured against your skin, his voice low and comforting, as if he was sharing a secret meant only for you.

COLD ICE POPSICLE! ( ☆ )

satoru gojo, suguru geto, you and your friends sit in the back of the school building, smoking and talking, joint in hands. it was summer and heat waves swimming around freely, you eating some ice cream, licking and slurping while your eyes focus on your two friends, who knows that might not be the only thing you lick that day.

YOU WILL GO DOWN IN HISTORY AS THE WORLDS BIGGEST IDIOT

the first time you meet your senior, and you think they are the weirdest and most idiots person you've ever met, especially that special-albino looking kid, gojo satoru.

FALL APART? NAH, JUST MENTAL BREAKDOWN

gojo found you training in the middle of the night only for you to have a mental breakdown in front of him. so he brings you to geto's dorm room to calm you down, also for gojo to find behind geto's action on why he is so gentle with you.

☆ IN RELATIONSHIPS :

THE ONE WITH TWINS BOYFRIENDS

dating gojo and geto is always fun and games, but you know what's the most fun thing you could do with having two boyfriends? dressing them up like twins.

STARS AROUND SCARS

you were just trying to draw some stars on your boyfriend, not knowing simple things could be so hard when you have two needy boyfriends.

ALWAYS THE BRIDESMAID NEVER THE BRIDE (01) , (02) , (02.1)

the downfall of your relationship after suguru's moral compass went south.

THE ONE WITH THE PRANK

living with you is all fun and games. . . until you start pulling all of these harmless pranks on them.

CAN YOU HANDLE IT, BABY? ( ☆ )

you are sitting there in the living room, drowning under the tongue-tied make-out sessions before your other boyfriends walk in, happily watching the two of you while touching himself.

GOOD GIRL GO TO HEAVEN ( ☆ )

after a long day of assembling a lot of furniture and decorating your new house, they decided they want to test drive the new bed with you.

HUNTER GOJO

you and your two boyfriends just moved in together and decided to go shopping for some furniture and other stuff, and gojo satoru? he has another purpose: hunting for a perfect bed for sex and humiliated you. [ soon ]

TUTORIAL : HOW TO GET IGNORE BY YOUR GIRLFRIEND BECAUSE YOU'RE PISSING HER OFF WHEN SHE'S ON HER PERIOD BY GOJO SATORU.

you are on your second day of your period. your mood is bad, your stomach is killing you, and your boyfriend? he's an asshole who can't stop teasing you and makes you cry. [soon]

SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERS

it's been years since the hidden inventory incident, you and your two boyfriends already graduate and are working for jujutsu. . . but nobody knows your struggling, nobody knows how you're the only one who's stuck in 2006 while everybody moves on, not even your boyfriends, and when they do, it's already too late.

ONE TOO MANY

the first time you have an argument with your two boyfriends is because they've been ignoring you for weeks, so you return the favor.

SHUT UP, STOP IT! ( ☆ )

there is nothing better than make-up sex after you and your two lovely boyfriends, having an argument.

PAIN, SUFFERING AND JESUS

feeling like shit? feeling nauseous? you are having a fever? don't worry, your two amazing boyfriends are ready to take care of you!

HYPOTHETICALLY, UPS?!

you chuckle softly, your eyes twinkling with playful mischief. “hypothetically, you should propose to me properly,” you tease, enjoying the light-heartedness of the moment.

YOU AND YOUR INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS? 100 TIMES NEED A THERAPIST!

you and all of your disturbing intrusive thoughts definitely need a therapist because it scared the shit out of them.

IDIOTS AND SEAWEED

your two boyfriends got too protective over you, so what's better than to give them a little bit of seaweed and salt water?

HELP ME MAN!

you, their little girlfriend, scared the shit out of your boyfriends. they don't know why, how, them, the strongest jujutsu sorcerers in the modern world are scared of their girlfriend.

HIS TIP? IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MY TIP!

you just got your nails done, and geto is the one who paid for it. so as your way to appreciate his gesture you decided to get your nails color with the same color of his tip, which results in gojo's relentless jealousy.

NOT FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES

do you know what tea could affect your relationship? making you have an argument with your boyfriends because you thought they were overprotective and overbearing.

FIVE AND ONE DIFFERENT WAYS TO SAY I LOVE YOU

your boyfriends are perfect in every sense, flawless in the ways that matter. they possess every one of the five love languages and master each one effortlessly. whether it’s the tender touch of reassurance, words that lift you higher, gifts that show how much they care, acts of service that make your life smoother, or simply being there when you need them, they never fail to make you feel cherished.

SCARS TO YOUR BEAUTIFUL

all scars and everything, you are still the most beautiful girl to your boyfriends. and they will always remind you, every single day until they leave no room for you to feel insecure.

SUGURUUUU, DO SOMETHING!

you and gojo are insufferable, especially when gojo decides he wants to be annoying and tries to get under your skin. you always come running to geto and telling him to do something about gojo.

( COMING SOON! )

THEM AND THE NICKNAME

your boyfriends love to call you with a bunch of weird and loving nickname, especially gojo.

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[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ UNTITLED kim chaewon x reader

❀ ͘ ⴰ previous chapters | richgirl ⭢ that girl (she’s delicious) ⭢ idon’t smoke ⭢ pretty when you cry ⭢ homesick ⭢ super rich kids ⭢ girl, so confusing ⭢ consume (bonus) ⭢ take your mask off ⭢ carmen

↳ warnings richgirl!yn, eunchae and yn (…) , angst, guilt, a lot of confusion, over working, mentions of fainting, mentions of not eating, more guilt , alcohol, panic attacks

the beat of the music filled the practice room, accompanied by the steady sound of yn’s footsteps of her soft breathing.

slumped against the wall, eunchae took a slow sip of her water, her gaze fixed on yn’s fluid movements. each step was sharp yet effortless, every transition seamless. was it envy that stirred in her chest? or admiration? maybe both.

eunchae struggled to make sense of her feelings toward yn. for the longest time, she never really questioned them, they weren’t truly hers to begin with. they had been shaped by the group, molded by offhand comments, especially from chaewon.

but lately, as she got older, she started to realize that maybe just maybe she didn’t actually feel the way she thought she did.

if she was being honest, she thought yn was pretty cool. her confidence on stage was something eunchae found herself watching closely, analyzing every movement, every expression. there were times she wanted to ask for advice, to learn how yn carried herself with such ease. but she never did. she wasn’t sure how the others would react.

yn’s work ethic wasn’t something the girls ever praised. in fact, it was barely acknowledged at all.

which kind of sucked. eunchae would never admit it, but she paid a lot of attention to yn.

she noticed things the other girls probably didn’t the way yn’s shoulders tensed ever so slightly when someone brought up her family, the look in her eyes, like stars that were about burst and not in a good way, but it was very hypnotizing it was even more obvious when she looked at chaewon.

she noticed the hospital bracelets that would sometimes appear on yn’s wrist, the way she never mentioned them, how no one ever asked. she noticed how yn never cried, not once.

there were times when she wanted to ask yn what was wrong why she wore that hospital bracelet, why her whole body seemed to tense at the mere mention of her family. but she never did. she was always too scared, like she had no right to ask, not after spending so long blindly following the other girls.

but right now, it was just them. alone.

no one was here to watch. no one was here to judge. for once, she could say or do whatever she wanted toward yn without worrying about anyone else’s opinion.

and that’s when it hit her she had never actually spoken to yn one on one before. there was always someone else.

eunchae took a deep breath, steadying herself.

"unnie?"

yn turned around abruptly, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "me?" she pointed to herself, as if unsure she had heard correctly.

eunchae nodded.

there was a brief pause before yn sighed, adjusting the waistband of her baggy sweatpants before finally reaching for the speaker, pressing pause on the music. with another deep breath, she made her way toward eunchae, the confusion still evident on her face.

"yes..." yn dragged out, glancing down at eunchae, who was still sitting cross legged on the floor.

"how do you get these moves down so quickly?" eunchae asked, her voice curious but soft. "you’re always so ahead of us."

yn furrowed her brows at the question, then slowly lowered herself to sit across from the younger girl.

she stared at eunchae for a moment, thoughtful, almost hesitant. then she shook her head. "I can’t tell you that."

eunchae’s face fell slightly. "why not?"

"because it’s not healthy," yn replied with a small shrug. 

“and I don’t want to be the reason you pick up bad habits... gives everyone more reason to look at me the way they already do."

eunchae frowned. she didn’t like that word—unhealthy.

“is that why you always have those bracelets on?” she asked quietly.

yn’s eyes widened like she hadn’t expected that question at all. “what are you talking about?”

“you know,” eunchae said simply, her gaze steady.

yn paused, caught off guard, then scoffed softly. “how do you know about that? did sakura tell you?”

eunchae blinked. she noticed it right away, yn didn’t call her sakura unnie.

sakura had always had her opinions about yn, sure, but lately, she’d been more... involved. 

always asking where yn was, questioning her when she came back late, showing concern in her own awkward way.

eunchae had honestly thought maybe they were getting closer.

but the way yn said her name flat, distant, made it clear she didn’t see it that way. not even close.

“no, she didn’t,” eunchae said quickly. “I’ve always noticed.”

yn kept her gaze locked on the younger girl before sighing, her eyes dropping to the floor. 

“if she did, you can just tell me. she’s been watching me like a hawk lately, like I’m about to break or something. and now you’re here, asking questions too.” she looked up again, expression unreadable. “I don’t get why she’s suddenly acting like she cares. and  I really don’t get why you’resuddenly interested in me.”

eunchae flinched. the way yn said it, like she was catching onto something, like she’d figured her out but she had it all wrong.

“I’ve always been interested in you,” eunchae said, voice quieter now, more vulnerable. yn let out a soft, almost disbelieving laugh.

“it’s true,” eunchae insisted, eyes wide. “I just... there were so many opinions. and I didn’t know what was real.”

“eunchae...” yn said her name like she didn’t believe a word of it.

“I’m not lying!” eunchae’s voice suddenly rose, surprising even herself and definitely surprising yn, who flinched just slightly, eyes blinking fast.

“I was confused,” she continued, breath shaking. “these past few months have been hard for all of us in different ways. and I’ve been watching you... run off to find comfort in another group, and—” she swallowed, “—and it makes my chest feel weird. you’re supposed to be like a sister to me, but you don’t even look at me like that. and it’s my fault, because of the way I acted. I made it that way.”

eunchae let out a deep sigh, like she’d just sprinted a mile, before glancing at yn who was still just sitting there, quietly watching her.

“what part of the choreo do you need help with?” yn asked suddenly.

“what?” eunchae blinked, confused, watching as yn stood and made her way toward the speaker.

“what part do you need help on?” yn repeated, more softly this time as she crouched to pause the music and rewind it a few counts.

eunchae stood up, trailing behind her with a puzzled expression. she’d just spilled her heart out laid it all bare and this was yn’s response?

yn turned to face her again, eyes calm, a faint smile pulling at the corner of her lips. “I might not be able to show you my work ethic,” she said with a small shrug, “but I can help you polish some moves.”

oh.

it clicked then.

yn was a closed off person. always had been. eunchae couldn’t even blame her, just from the stories her own parents told about the moon family, it was easy to understand why yn kept her walls high and voice low when it came to herself.

so if this offer to rehearse, this quiet gesture was yn’s way of trying to connect with her, trying to understand, trying to forgive.

then yeah.

she’d take it.

chaewon was on edge.

she’d been trying to act normal, keyword trying but it wasn’t working. not when her mind kept circling back to yn.

granted, yn was always somewhere in her thoughts. but this time, it was different. sharper. heavier.

she couldn’t stop replaying the way yn had spoken to her brother how cold and commanding her voice had sounded, like she wasn’t asking him to make them leave, she was ordering it. 

how her hand had wrapped around chaewon’s wrist, not too tight but just enough to make her skin burn hours later. and her words low, quiet, like a secret meant only for chaewon to hear. almost threatening. almost dangerous.

and yet, all chaewon could think about was how her heart had raced like yn was daring her to cross a line and how badly she wanted to.

did she even want to? because while chaewon had been spiraling, turning that night over and over in her head like a loop she couldn’t pause, yn had been acting like it never even happened.

like she hadn’t grabbed her, hadn’t said those words, hadn’t left her standing there with a pulse that wouldn’t slow down.

and it wasn’t just her. everyone had been spiraling lately, weeks, maybe months of silent tension. chaewon had started to notice the way the other girls looked at yn now not with annoyance or judgment like before, but with something closer to pity. concern. even fear, sometimes.

except for kazuha. kazuha’s eyes had always been soft when they landed on yn, but now it was different. more constant. like she knew something the rest of them didn’t.

chaewon didn’t get it. when had the switch up happened?  if anything, yn should be the last person anyone was worried about. she was the one with a safety net, a massive one family name, family money, a house bigger than their dorm stacked with backup plans. when things got hard, she could just go home to her mansion. easy.

yeah, yn doesn’t need her concern.

the sound of the door opening broke through the quiet of the dorm, making chaewon glance up from her phone. she didn’t need to look to know who it was who else would be coming in this late, giggling?

“how do you get drunk off soju?” kazuha laughed, her arm looped casually around yn’s waist as she guided her inside.

“i’m not drunk,” yn mumbled, brushing her off with a lazy wave of her hand. “I just don’t drink much.”

“so... people who don’t drink get drunk easily?” kazuha teased.

“you literally just admitted you’re drunk,” kazuha said, laughing as she looked at her.

“can I sleep in your room tonight?” yn asked, her voice soft, almost slurred as she leaned in closer.

kazuha smiled and nodded without hesitation, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

chaewon cleared her throat, loud, pointed. both of them turned at the sound.

her eyes narrowed immediately at the sight of kazuha’s arm still around yn’s waist.

“have fun?” she asked flatly, voice clipped.

“yeah,” yn giggled, leaning further into kazuha, her cheek brushing the girl’s shoulder as she grinned up at her. kazuha just shook her head fondly, like she was used to it.

kazuha guided yn toward the couch and gently plopped her down beside chaewon, flashing the older girl a tight smile. “I’ll be back. gonna set up my room and grab some stuff from hers,” she said before disappearing down the hall.

chaewon opened her mouth to say to protest but kazuha was already gone.

she looked down at yn, whose head was tilted back against the couch cushion, eyes glazed, but still somehow focused on her.

yn mumbled something.

“what?” chaewon leaned in, her tone harsh but curious.

“my mom said some stuff to me earlier today…” yn murmured, voice dragging like she was sleep talking. “I wonder if she even knows what she does to me... probably. you’re lucky.”

chaewon scoffed, rolling her eyes. “I’m lucky? your family is probably one of the most privileged in the country.”

“i hate it when you do that,” yn muttered, looking at her own nails like they were more interesting than this conversation. “you don’t know anything.”

“I know enough.”

“you don’t,” yn snapped, a little louder, a little more slurred. “for someone with such strong opinions on me, maybe you should actually type my family’s name into google.”

chaewon blinked. the words felt like a challenge and a warning.

“maybe I will.”

“okay!” kazuha’s voice chimed suddenly, making chaewon look up. she was now dressed in comfortable sweats, hair loosely tied back, and already reaching down to grab yn by the arm. “we’re off to bed.”

yn let herself be pulled up with a lazy grin, mumbling something incoherent as kazuha wrapped an arm around her waist again.

chaewon watched in silence as the two disappeared down the hall, the door to kazuha’s room clicking shut a few seconds later.

she glanced back down at her phone, her fingers hovering for a moment before she finally started typing

moon family

it’s 3 am.

chaewon’s eyes burned, but she couldn’t stop scrolling.

the soft glow of her phone screen lit the dark room, casting sharp shadows across her face, now pale and tense. article after article… her thumb moved on autopilot. 

she had searched moon family scandals at first, expecting typical rich family drama  inheritance battles, corporate cover ups. but what she found made her stomach twist, nothing she hadn’t heard of before but it felt different actually reading about it.

“young heiress moon yn collapses during charity gala.” “lesserafim's moon yn appears exhausted in recent schedule, fans express concern.” “rumors of frequent hospital visits continue to follow the moon family.”

she had known, everyone had known, in that vague, offhand way the moon family has their issues,they’re all a little unstable, yn’s kind of... different.

but not like this.

not like article after article detailing yn’s episodes.

not like video clips embedded in the text, a much younger yn, dressed in a pale blue designer dress, barely fourteen, suddenly stumbling mid-speech, staff rushing forward as the crowd gasped. the camera caught her face before she went down, eyes wide, glassy, almost confused , like she hadn’t even realized something was wrong.

chaewon’s heart slammed in her chest.

her breath came faster now,  she could feel it. panic.

but she couldn’t look away.

another article

“moon yn escorted out of award ceremony after looking visibly unwell.” “moon yn seen wearing a hospital bracelet while out with ningning of aespa fans voice concern.”

chaewon’s hands were trembling.

a memory came uninvited , yn walking past her one evening, hoodie sleeves pulled down, but chaewon had seen it. the edge of a plastic band peeking out before yn quickly adjusted her sleeve.

at the time, chaewon had just brushed it off.

sakura said something about a hospital bracelet recently… 

she squeezed her eyes shut, god.

her thoughts spiraled.

yn , always sitting out when the food arrived. always claiming she wasn’t hungry, yn swaying slightly during rehearsal, brushing it off like it was nothing, yn brushing past her with that same cold look, one chaewon had assumed was arrogance.

chaewon’s chest ached. her throat tightened.

what have i done?

she couldn’t breathe.

her mind wouldn’t stop replaying the last few months, all the cruel words, the passive digs, the tension she always justified as something yn deserved.

she’s spoiled. she doesn’t try hard enough. she thinks she’s better than us.

but now it all felt hollow.

the cruel, dismissive way she treated her. the things she said. the things she ignored.

what would her iz*one members think? is this the same fun and caring chaewon they once knew? 

snap out of it , she thought bitterly what’s happening to me 

chaewon was shaking now, full body tremors as she tried to take in air. her legs kicked the blanket off the couch in a panic, as if the fabric was strangling her.

she pressed her palm against her forehead, fingers digging into her scalp.

and then  yn’s voice echoed in her mind.

“you’re lucky.”

chaewon had rolled her eyes. you’re the rich one, you’re set for life, she’d thought.

but yn’s voice it had cracked when she said it.

suddenly, chaewon couldn’t stay still. her body moved before her mind could process.

she got up, legs weak, jelly like. her knees almost buckled on the way down the hallway. everything felt distant, her body vibrating with adrenaline and shame. she stopped in front of kazuha’s door, hand hovering.

and then she opened it.

the moonlight filtering through the window made the room glow faintly. there, tangled in soft blankets, was yn  passed out, her mouth slightly parted, hair messily falling across the pillow.

kazuha lay beside her, fast asleep, one hand draped protectively across yn’s waist.

chaewon stared.

she didn’t know what she had expected. tears? peace? answers?

but instead, she let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding a breath that shook through her chest and slipped out as a quiet, strangled sound.

she closed the door gently, barely able to make it two steps before her back hit the wall.

and then she slid down, all the way to the floor.

knees pulled to her chest, arms wrapped around them, her breathing finally slowing but the weight in her chest heavier than ever.

she had just needed to see her.

she didn’t know why.

but she had to.

her mind was spiraling, only with yn, everything just of yn.

yn.

yn.

[kxsagi]

HELLOOOO OK SO I JUST READ YOUR LATEST WRITING ABOUT READER LOVING FOOD AND I ABSOLUTELY DEVOURED THE WHOLE POST😋😋

so like now I've got an idea. what if now..it's a reader that eats less, like they don't like eating just because everyday they don't feel like it. and bllk boys being an athlete ofc prioritizes getting enough energy and nutrients from food so they ask the reader to eat more or prob they just learn how to cook for both. can I get this with isagi, kaiser, itoshi brothers, shidou, and karasu? THANK YOU SO MUCH AND BTW I CANT HELP BUT KEEP MENTIONING THAT I REALLY LOVE UR WRITING AND DONT FORGET TO REST WHEN NEEDED.

LOVE YOU!!!!!

“𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐟”

a/n: thank you so much!!! i'm getting emotional 😭😭😭 i'll rest when i need to and you do the same! love you!!! 🫶🏻

also side note, i really don’t promote unhealthy eating habits, and even if you don’t feel like eating, please make sure to eat and fuel your body because you deserve to be fed and feel good! 

ft. isagi yoichi, kaiser michael, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito

isagi yoichi

he finds out on accident. 

you casually say something like “oh, i didn’t eat today either” when he asks what you had for lunch, and the word “either” shatters his entire worldview. 

“what do you mean ‘either’? wait… wait wait wait, how long has this been a thing?” 

the boy goes from concerned boyfriend to a TED Talk nutritionist in three seconds flat. 

immediately pulls out a color-coded meal tracker app to “make it more fun” like it’s a game. 

and he will absolutely start meal prepping with you. thinks it’s kind of romantic, actually. he’ll sit at your counter with a blender and go “if we blend chicken and spinach together, you get all the protein and fiber without having to chew anything! win-win!” 

his mission becomes “get you to eat three times a day like it’s the world cup final.” 

“love, i swear on blue lock, just take one bite of this or i’ll start crying.” 

kaiser michael

kaiser’s first instinct is to mock you. 

“you’re not eating again? what are you, a plant? photosynthesizing your way through life?” 

but deep down he’s worried sick. 

he notices the way you get tired easily and how your hands are cold even in summer. and while he’s a little dramatic, he does care. 

so he starts learning how to cook – secretly. because if you found out he was doing all this for you, you'd probably get flustered and avoid it. 

next thing you know, there’s a very flustered kaiser in your kitchen at 8 AM, shirtless, aggressively googling “how to make cute bento boxes that will guilt-trip your girlfriend into eating.” 

tries to act cool when he presents it to you. 

“eat it. i didn’t spend an hour making smiley-face eggs for you to skip breakfast again.” 

if you say “i’m not hungry,” he fake gasps and goes, “i see. you hate my cooking. okay. noted. i’ll go cry in the shower now.” 

itoshi rin

rin is not subtle. 

the moment he catches you skipping meals or brushing it off, he just squints and goes, “that’s not healthy.” 

he’ll start leaving little plates of cut-up fruit, protein bars, or drinks with a sticky note like “eat this. now.” 

very “acts like he doesn’t care, but is cooking rice in your kitchen at midnight because you haven’t eaten.” 

if he sees you get dizzy or tired, he will pick you up bridal style without saying a word and place you on the couch like you’re a sims character about to pass out. 

“you can’t just run on vibes. you’re not a ghost.” 

but the cutest part? he starts copying recipes from youtube cooking channels, awkwardly learning how to make tamagoyaki or miso soup just because it’s light but filling. 

and when you actually eat something he made? he looks away all flushed like, “whatever. just don’t starve. dumbass.” 

itoshi sae

sae finds out when you casually mention you haven’t had an appetite in a few days. 

he stops chewing mid-bite. slowly lowers his chopsticks. 

“what do you mean… ‘a few days’?” 

he’s horrified. in a calm, dead-eyed, big-brother-knows-best way. 

immediately texts rin like “this is why i have trust issues.” 

he doesn’t make a big deal of it, but the next day he shows up at your place with groceries. fancy ones. imported olive oil. cuts of salmon. actual saffron. 

he cooks gourmet meals like he’s on a michelin-starred revenge arc. 

“you don’t like eating? then i’ll make something so good you’ll change your mind.” 

he casually drops phrases like, “this has slow-digesting carbs and omega-3s, so you won’t feel heavy,” like he’s in your stomach. 

bonus: he cuts up the food into small bite sizes so you don’t get overwhelmed. he’s smooth with it too. 

“you’re eating this one. no negotiation.” 

shidou ryusei

shidou finds out and goes FULL PANIC. 

“HUH???? YOU’RE STARVING YOURSELF FOR FUN?????? BABE, DO YOU KNOW HOW FOOD WORKS???” 

he’s being dramatic, but he’s actually very worried. 

and of course, his version of helping is… weird. 

he decides to cook, which is already a disaster. man made cereal with hot sauce once. 

“i’m gonna feed you with so much protein you’ll turn into a meatball.” 

he tries to make you “protein bombs,” which are just weird mixes of peanut butter, tuna, and pre-workout powder. 

you gag. he calls you ungrateful. 

eventually, he settles on bribery: “eat this, and i’ll let you sit on my lap while i do squats. hell, i’ll do push-ups with you on my back. anything. just eat.” 

he’s so in-your-face affectionate it’s hard to say no. especially when he hugs you from behind and goes, “babe, seriously. you’re perfect. but i want you to have energy to sass me back, y’know? it’s not fun if you’re fainting mid-roast.” 

karasu tabito

karasu notices everything. 

you’re talking about your day and casually mention “i had water and a banana” and he does a full slow turn like, “sorry. that was your meal???” 

turns into mom friend energy immediately. 

he’s a little annoying about it in a loving way. 

“okay, but hear me out… what if you did eat something with actual nutrients? revolutionary, i know.” 

he’ll start showing up with smoothies and snacks unprompted. 

hand-feeds you fries on the couch. 

and he can cook. surprisingly well. 

“i made you a lil something. don’t get used to it, though. unless you want to. actually, yeah. get used to it.” 

jokes aside, he’s really gentle about it. when you explain that it’s more of a lack of appetite than anything serious, he doesn’t push – just offers small, frequent snacks and praise every time you eat. 

“good girl. finish that rice and i’ll let you wear my hoodie tonight.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[coldilikeit]

Isekai reader x Batfam (Neglected au)

Female reader

Prologue- Dead mom

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You woke up as a baby, daughter of a waitress and some unknown guy, your grandmother (mom's mom) kept telling you that you were weighing her daughter's life down, whatever, that old hag died a few months after you were born

It was bad enough that you were born poor, it's the fact that you were born poor in GOTHAM

Fake Mom was a waitress and she worked with a catering job, at one of her jobs, at a charity gala with some rich people, she had sex with a rich dude there, she didn't know she was pregnant and you were a surprise

But it didn't matter, you were hers and she loved you, she didn't have much to give you because you were poor, but what little thing she had, she gave to you

That meant nothing to you, she wasn't your actual mom, your real mom had a nice crib for you to sleep in, not some moldy probably a 4th hand one, your real mom took time off her work to properly take care of you, not put you in a baby carrier and bring you to jobs like cashier, janitress and other stuff

She wasn't your actual mom.

You didn't care, you're not supposed to care.

You were merely 6 months old, at your crib, you were trying to sleep, key word. Try, but your fake mom's cries were too loud, you didn't understand her anguish, it was just a fever, you've had fevers before, why is your fake mom freaking out about your fever now

"I'm so sorry my baby... Mommy can't afford to buy the medicine-" she stops as she hears your heavy breathing, you are struggling to breathe "mommy is very selfish... If I gave you to your dad, he could get you the medicine, maybe you wouldn't get sick at all- but that would mean you are away from mommy- I'm really sorry baby.... I'll work harder"

She took a wet cloth and placed it on your forehead, she hung her head low and cried

You thought she was being dramatic, all this crying for a fever?

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Now you're 6, you don't know if fake mommy is stupid or what but there's no light and the electric fan stopped spinning, there was only one fan in your apartment, did she forget to pay the electric bill or... Did you guys not have enough money, you can't ask her that because fake mommy is at work, who leaves a 6 year old at home!?

If fake mommy can't pay, you'll do something about it, you were not going to spend a hot night without a fan, you go to explore and you grab some wild flowers off the streets and tie them with long leaves, then you sell

You forgot to leave a note.

When you get home, there's cops, your fake mom is crying and she sees you, she runs to hug "God! (Name) Where did- did you go, I- was so worried!" She cried and sobbed, the cops went away after some time

You hand her 12 dollars "I sold flowers, 2 dollars a bouquet, the lights went out, so I sold, we don't have any money to pay right?"

Your fake mom smiles at you, "my thoughtful baby... Mommy just forgot to pay because... Mommy enrolled you in school!" She said excitedly,You raised your eyebrows "how much money do we have? Won't we go bankrupt?"

But your fake mom is crazy because she just laughs and hugs you

You hated being poor, being poor means you get bullied, it means you can't buy the stuff you want, it means using stuff someone else already used, it means your lunch would also be your dinner

You hated it

Because it also meant being looked down on, being the smartest kid in class (ofc) means nothing if your school bag had holes and patched up, it meant sometimes you'll see other kids your age buy something you wanted

It didn't matter, you could make do, you avoided being bullied and actually became popular by showing off, you landed bottle flips, you could do a handstand, needless to say, you were definitely invited to birthday parties, plus you were smart and well-behaved, parents and teachers love you, it didn't matter if you brought a present or not, all that matters is your presence

And when your birthday rolled around, the kids got used to the fact you were too poor to hold a birthday party, that didn't matter to them, to those kids and parents, you were the kindest person they've ever met, so they gave you presents, at first you tried to refuse (because you were ashamed you couldn't give them anything that's not handmade to their parties) but they insisted

Your fake mom was always busy, with so many jobs, she couldn't attend all award ceremonies and PTC's

You just won for the best science project in the fair (despite having the least resources), you were fine with fake mom not being able to attend the award ceremony, she was out cleaning someone's house after all

"where is her mom?"

"I don't know, but that poor kid, she's so sweet and smart, I feel bad that she has a mother like that"

"I heard (Name)'s mother got pregnant with (Name) while she was at college, thank God that (Name) won't end up like her, how could such a talented girl end up with a mother like that? She couldn't even attend her own daughter's award ceremony"

"the mom is probably off somewhere sucking someone's dick, if she gets pregnant again, I hope the kid takes after (Name)"

"(Name)! Sweetheart! Mommy's here! Oh sorry I'm late, I was at work" you fake mom smiles as she runs at you, she looks at your blue ribbon and hugs you "You're so smart baby! Mommy is so proud"

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You're 8 and you earn 5 dollars for every lawn you cut grass for, some of the people even give you snacks! You're already an entrepreneur! You smile to yourself, you weren't going to be like your fake mom, you were going to be rich, so maybe you and fake mom can get out of the cockroach infested house and fake mom won't work for an awful manager who hits on her and she won't clean toilets just so the both of you have something to eat

You come home with 40 dollars, you plan to give 30 to your fake mom for the bills and you keep 10 as a reward, but when you open the door your met with a bang

A bang from a party popper "Happy birthday my sweetheart!" Fake mom says

You look at the cake and decorations, you sigh, the money out in this could have been used for groceries

Your fake mom seemed to read your mind "Oh hush my baby, it's only once a year! Plus this is nothing to what you do for my birthday!"

That's a lie, your fake mommy is lying, your birthday decorations for her were handmade by you and her cake was just a muffin because you couldn't afford something more expensive, your birthdays were much more grander than hers

You give her the 30 dollars, you try to give her, but it seemed to make her sad, he smile wore off

Did you do something? Shouldn't she be happy? You were providing and helping!

"I'm sorry you think you have to do this my baby... You should be playing outside- not- not working, I want you to be a kid! Don't work anymore okay?"

But you're not a kid okay! You're reincarnated! And your previous life was much better than now!

So your fake mom should just let you help! Because you're trying to make things easier for her, why won't she let you help!?

But you keep it all to yourself and you and your fake mommy celebrate your fake birthday

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You're 10, and your fake mom seems... Weaker?? Is that how you put it? Her eye bags seem darker and her skin looks paler, you don't like this look from her, your fake mom is a pretty woman, who would have married good if it weren't for you, nevermind

You don't want your fake mom getting ugly, so every 9:00 pm you crash into her work place and you don't care if she still needs to keep on working and her shift ends at 9:30, your fake mom needs sleep! Someone else can cover for her

It's her birthday when she starts coughing, she starts coughing bad. The sounds were coarse and harsh, it hurt to even hear the coughs, you didn't want to know how it felt like

She grabs a tissue and coughs into it, you're sure you saw blood

Usually you're a master of minding their own business, but this time you rummage, you rummage through your mom's fake mom's room, and you find it, doctor appointments, medical certificates (when did she even go to the hospital!?), fake mom is sick, really sick, why didn't she tell you???

When your fake mom gets home, you show her what you found, instead of confronting you she acts like it's nothing, you get mad, of course you do, why wouldn't you?

"Mom are you crazy? Why didn't you tell me? The bill is huge? And why would you keep on working!? Did you forget what a sick person does? They rest!" You cry yell

She just smiled at you??? Is this woman crazy? "What was I supposed to do? Sweetheart, these things are for me okay? Don't worry about it, I'll be fine... Did you do your homework? If you haven't I can help you"

"I did... Mom?"

"Yes?"

"I want you to pull me out of school" you say

"what why? Are you being bullied? You can tell me"

"No I'm not! If you pull me out of school, instead of worrying about my tuition, you could just pay for your medical bills and actually buy yourself some medicine and get better!"

Fake mom turns silent "You don't have to do that"

"it's the only way! We can't afford both my school and your hospital bills! Mom! Your health is much more important than some certificates! And while I'm out of school I can work as well, even though I get paid a little, money is still money I can give to you-"

"NO! A mother's job is to provide for their kids and your my kid! You don't have to go to work, you don't have to stop going to school, you don't have to think about whether you'll be able to eat tommorow and the day after that, you're a kid! You're my baby! Stop worrying about me and instead, worry about boys you like or girls you like, worry about— I want you to be a kid"

You clench your fists "How can I be!?!? You think I don't hear you!? You come home when I'm supposedly asleep so you can cry about not being able to give a better life, I can hear you! I hear everything! You hate that your manager flirts with you! You hate that the mother's at school talks about you! You hate that I'm the only kid in school who can't afford a birthday party!, I'm trying to help! I can bring in money! I tutor, I babysit, I mow lawns, I can do more if I'm out of school!" At this point you're crying

Fake mom has never yelled at you, never. Whenever you get mad she hugs you and kisses you forehead, why is she yelling at you, you just want what's best for her

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You didn't care, after school you took on more jobs, you even started doing your classmate's homework and homework from higher and lower grades for money

Fake mom's medicine... It was expensive, that didn't matter, you'll work harder, you were so tired

You started selling bread for a family bakery who felt bad for you, that kind of money doesn't come up in thin air

But you were going to try

And you did, you really did, you did whatever you could

You and fake mom had another argument when you found out she got life insurance and placed you as the sole beneficiary

Fake mom's illness got so bad that she had to quit her jobs because she didn't have the strength to even walk, the amount of blood that comes out every time she coughs kept increasing

You stopped going to school to work more, you started to sweep and mop up for local grocery stores, the owner being a dad of one of your classmates

You knew your mom wouldn't approve, so you fed her with fake science fairs, fake school plays you had to practice for so she wouldn't get suspicious why you returned home late

"Don't stay out so late sweetheart, the riddler just escaped Arkham" your fake mom would warn you with a hint of love in her voice

If you could just make it work, even for half of the money you need, maybe you could put a down payment, and they'd give you the medicine and you'll pay them back later

So why wasn't your fake mom waking up?

You got home, after grueling hours of painting fences, you plan to tell your fake mom that you were just painting some backdrops for a school play

"Mommy?" You call out, you expect your fake mom to be either watching on a broken down TV or probably sewing some of your clothes with holes on them

It's eerie quiet, a quiet you don't like "Mama?" You see her in a chair, asleep and eyes closed

Is she that tired? "Mommy, do you want noodles? I'll make some?"

....

.........

"Mommy?"

You shake her body trying to wake her

Nothing.

"Mommy?"

Your heart drops "No... No. No. No. No. No. No... No!" You keep shaking and shaking her but nothing, it was then you notice her lips have gone horrifyingly pale

"no.. this- this- help! Someone help us please!" You yell trying to call your neighbors, someone, anyone!

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"I'm sorry kid, Your mom's gone, we'll try to find any other relatives you have" the police officer looks at you with pity

"I don't have any relatives left" you say

You're not going to cry, why would you? She wasn't your real mom, she- she....

Fuck, now you're crying, you're doing what you said you wouldn't do

The officer knelt to you and hugged you "We'll find you another loving family, one that will buy you toys and-"

"I don't want another loving family! I want my mommy! I want my mom" you cry

"it's okay... Everything is going to be okay" he pats your back

After a few days at the orphanage, the news came, everyone was shocked, a few staff who got attached to you were happy you'll be with someone who could provide, a few staff who also got attached to you angry that he abandoned such a sweet girl, a DNA match to the one and only Bruce Wayne, that man is your father.

You stand In front of doors a hundred times bigger than you, you see him- no you see them.

The infamous Wayne family, all in their glory

"Father, will it stay with us permanently" Damian asks

Dick the older one laughed and responded "Unfortunately for her, she will stay here"

Holy shit, you think

Holy shit.

Is this? No it can't be...

You refuse to believe you reincarnated in a Batfam x neglected reader story- surely not-

Welcome Reader! To the Neglected AU!

Prologue: dead mom- finished

Progress:100%

Chapter 1: "I wished I stayed at the orphanage"- start!

Progress: 0%

The screen appears In front of you

"Fuck" you whisper

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Alr so technically this is the prologue, "yes" won Soo...

Also goodbye mom

My ass wrote this with a fever, while playing chess with my cousin, I'm built diff like that

Also I won, if you want pics of the chessboard and the thermometer I'll provide🔥

[traiaadd156]

Damian wayne/ al ghul x fem!reader

Context; damian w a insecure busty reader.

Warning; suggestive, slightly weird dialog, groping, touching, damian here being a little perv(HE IS AGED UP THO!), comfort? Brief mentions of sex, he might have a breast feeding kink? And probly breeding kink. Enjoy(⁠^⁠^⁠)💗

Bust! Reader who doesn't wear overly revealing clothing because she doesn't want to accidentally pop out a boob if she runs or if the strap ripped.

It's a nightmare shopping=( always WITHOUT a doubt having to either size up since her bust doesn't fit, he could see the light of excitement in your eyes fade as quickly as a candle being blown out. Usually he doesn't know much about the struggle, since he usually isn't staring at what you're holding half the time(yes he is probably taking glances but never making it so obvious).

He does try, researching to find better outfits for his beloved. Shopping sprees with him always end up spending less than the next usually clothes hunting since finding a good top that fits is like treasure found under trash and mud.

Busty! Reader OBLIVIOUS to his fixation, sure he has seen breasts before but he is interested since its attached to you. He wants to feel the weight, the warmth of it if you even give him a chance to at least let them touch it. I could just see the gears turning on his head when you said you didn't want to let him see or touch it since you're a bit insecure about that place similarly to your stomach or feet. Of course he did his best to assure you, its beautiful just like you, he wants to cup it like your face, pinch it to feel you slightly jump at the tease.

One day he just straight up asks;

Damian; beloved?

Reader; yes?

Damian; can I touch them?

Reader;???

Damian; your breasts.

Reader; 👁️👄👁️

Damian; 👁️👁️?

And he tells you with the most blank face ever, you didnt know if it was an elaborate joke since he looked so serious but surprisingly enough you agreed.

And so those curious hands gently stroke your skin from under that baggy shirt your wearing, the hardening of your nipples when his long rough finger pads gently held those heavy lumps of fat, palming you. His intent gaze fixed on it, feeling and prodding till you're all hot and bothered and he just pretends that it wasn't the most out of pocket thing he did. But you had a feeling this would have happened.

You had a feeling before he was a little too observant, he said he wasnt ogling and just "observing". Yeah, like the mass and length matter since it isnt science but go off. his eyes never always meeting yours whenever he sunk deep into you. Its not like you could even look at him with your head rolling back into the bed when he rutted and suckling one on his mouth whenever he could like a starved man thinking milk was going to pour out of it as he kneaded, whispering phrases in arabic either cursing you or praising you. Bruises the next morning with how hard his grip was whenever he held your waist of thigh. He grunts and groans softly every time a soft cry comes out of your lips, till your like a broken record as his hilt always hits that doughnut shaped muscle inside. He swears one day your gonna bring up his heirs, he the wife and mother of his heirs.

To watch those breasts fill with milk and that stomach bloat, he enjoys thinking about it more and more. The desire and love creating a life, a child that would never see what he had to see at such a quickness like him.

Then when it comes to daily life, bust! Reader who is just laying in bed after done with her work or school just laying there before he barges in and then laying a top you. Snuggling breathing in your scent before his face settles between your breasts, you watched his face disappear between those fat globes before he let out a content sigh.

He wasnt usually this open but he clearly was easing into you, feeling much closer. He doesnt see the reason why you hate them so much. "Oh its the shape" or "it looks weird" or "its not even" like he gives a fuck. He doesnt see the flaw you saw, in his eyes it never made sense to hate something practically made for him.

To the softness of your body or how easy it was for him to grip everything, he isnt ogling he is just admiring. Admiring the way whenever your nipples harden when its cold in the combo of a loose shirt and underwear on. He swears he feels his cock twitch anytime that happens and he just somehow got in the right frame to see it.

You could be doing the most mundane tasks and he's already thinking about bending you in whatever surface, or there is no surface and so he could just lift you. Trust me when I say that as scrawny and lanky as he looks he is rather strong. Comedically so, it always seems to surprise you whenever he does the things he does.

That was a rather small one shot, but good lord the way I just wanna do a smut telling but idk if I should since I can be too corny🫣

[rmview]

how they’d apologize, ENHYPEN.

featuring — enhypen members x gn!reader  ( masterlist )

summary — how the enhypen boys apologize after saying they want to break up with you in the middle of an argument! ( can be read as part 2 of this )

contents — hurt & comfort, regret.

hee ▪ seung 

heeseung isn’t the type to explode in fights, but when the frustration piles up and he blurts out, “i want to break up,” the second it leaves his lips, regret punches him square in the chest. heeseung would spend hours spiraling — replaying your face when you heard those words, the way your eyes dropped, how your voice went small. he wouldn’t waste time. he’d show up at your door, no text, no call, because a message wasn’t enough. the moment you cracked the door open, his eyes would already be glossed over. 

“i didn’t mean it. i swear to god, i didn’t mean it.” he’d be breathless, words tumbling over each other. “i was scared. i was hurting and i— i lashed out like a coward.” he’d tug nervously at his sleeves, voice trembling as he apologized over and over. “i love you. i need you. please don’t let me be the idiot who loses the best thing in his life because of a stupid fight.” 

heeseung’s apologies would be raw, desperate, and honest — every inch of him willing to earn you back, no matter how long it took. 

jay ▪ 

jay’s pride makes it hard for him to back down in the moment, but the guilt eats at him quickly. after saying those words, he wouldn’t sleep, wouldn’t eat properly. he’d pace around his apartment rehearsing a thousand apologies in the mirror, only to stumble when he saw your photo on his phone. 

his apology would come in person — and it wouldn’t be polished. “i was a fucking idiot.” he’d curse at himself more than you ever could. “i hurt the person i love most ‘cause i was too stubborn to admit i was scared. scared of losing you, scared of not being enough.” jay’s voice would be low, eyes on the ground, until he worked up the nerve to meet yours. “i don’t deserve forgiveness right now. but if you’ll let me, i want to prove i can be better for you.” 

he’d leave it in your hands, no pressure — but his heart would be in every word. 

jake ▪ 

jake’s heart would shatter the moment he saw your expression after his words. he’d probably chase after you immediately, already on the verge of tears. later, when the dust settled, he’d come to you with his tail between his legs, carrying something small he knew you liked — maybe a snack, maybe a bracelet you mentioned wanting once. but it wouldn’t be about gifts. 

“y/n, i don’t even know how to say sorry right. i was so mad, and i said the worst thing i could possibly say to the person i love most.” his voice would crack, and he’d look like he hadn’t slept in days. “i didn’t mean it. not for a second. you’re everything to me, and losing you… it scares the shit out of me.” 

jake would be the type to softly cry while apologizing, unable to hide his emotions, clutching your hand if you let him, begging silently for one more chance. 

sung ▪ hoon 

sunghoon’s the type to shut down in a fight — his words sharper than he intends, and when he blurts out “i want to break up,” it’s not because he means it, it’s because he panics. the regret would hit him instantly. he’d avoid you at first, not because he didn’t care, but because he wouldn’t know how to face the damage he caused. a day or two later, he’d show up at your place, hoodie pulled over his head, eyes bloodshot. his voice would be quiet, but steady. 

“i messed up. bad.” he’d take a deep breath, fidgeting with his sleeves. “i was scared of how much you mean to me. it makes me… reckless sometimes. i thought pushing you away would protect me from getting hurt first. stupid, right?” he’d pause, searching your face. “i don’t want to break up. i don’t want a world without you in it. please… just tell me what i need to do to fix this.” 

sunghoon would mean every word — his vulnerability plain in his teary eyes and trembling voice. 

su ▪ noo 

sunoo would feel instant, suffocating guilt. the moment those words left his lips, his heart would drop, and he’d barely let you walk away before chasing after you, calling your name, his voice cracking. he wouldn’t sleep a wink. the next morning, you’d find him standing outside your place, dark circles under his eyes, holding your favorite drink. 

“i didn’t mean it. i swear i didn’t mean it.” he’d be breathless, eyes glossed over, desperate to explain. “i was hurt… and angry, and i said something unforgivable. but y/n — you mean too much to me. i love you more than my pride, more than my mistakes. i’m not okay without you.” he’d tear up mid-apology, reaching for your hand with a trembling one. “i’ll spend forever making this up to you if you’ll let me.” 

sunoo wouldn’t hold back his emotions, his sincerity written in every inch of him. 

jung ▪ won 

jungwon is calm and collected most days — but when emotions build up, he can blurt out things he instantly regrets. after saying it, his world would stop. he wouldn’t even try to hide how wrecked he was by his own words. he’d message you non-stop that night — apologizing, begging you to meet him, leaving voice notes where his voice cracked. 

when you finally opened the door, he’d look utterly wrecked. “i didn’t mean it. i… god, y/n, i was angry, and i lashed out. i’ve never hated myself more than i do right now.” he’d step closer, cautious, his usual confidence gone. “i’m so sorry. i let my pride speak instead of my heart. but my heart — it only wants you.” 

his voice would break near the end, eyes pleading for even a sliver of hope. he’d do anything to fix this.

ni ▪ ki 

ni-ki’s young, and sometimes impulsive with his words when hurt. saying “i want to break up” would have been a split-second decision driven by anger, and the crushing regret would settle in immediately after. he wouldn’t know what to do at first — pacing his room, debating if he should text, call, show up. finally, he’d come to your place late at night, looking small, nervous, and on the verge of tears. 

“i�� i messed up, didn’t i?” his voice would be barely audible. “i don’t want to lose you. i don’t even know why i said it. i was scared and mad and… stupid.” he’d look at you like you hung the moon. “i’m sorry, y/n. you don’t have to forgive me now, or ever. but i need you to know — i love you. more than anything.” 

the words would be raw, his heart on his sleeve, willing to do anything to earn back your trust. 

notes: thank you for reading! i hope you enjoyed <3

[getmeoutofhell]

Slashers Possessive/Yandere HC

Includes: jennifer check, horny the clown, billy loomis, stu marcher, ethan landry, bo sinclair, hannigram, thomas hewitt, jeepers creepers, art the clown.

Warnings: the title speaks for itself!! gifs are not mine credits to the owners.

ʲᵉⁿⁿⁱᶠᵉʳ ᶜʰᵉᶜᵏ:

She is extremely possessive of you. After all, she is Jennifer Check—whatever she wants, she gets, and that includes you. In public, she is very touchy and won’t let you go or even allow you to think about leaving her. She will go to great lengths to hurt anyone who makes her feel threatened when it comes to you. When she’s in her demon form, it gets even worse; she grabs your arm and drags you around in public, making sure everyone knows that you belong to her. While she knows she is attractive and could have anyone she wants, she only wants you.

ʰᵒʳⁿʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜˡᵒʷⁿ:

It depends on his mood that day, but most of the time, Archie tries to keep you close. He is someone who needs constant comfort; if you're not around, he becomes increasingly unstable. He is jealous and possessive, wanting you to stay with him at all times. Don't leave his sight, or he might harm someone you care about. He will feel bad for making you cry, but ultimately, he just needs you by his side. You are the only one who truly sees the real him, and he will always appreciate that.

ᵇ��ˡˡʸ ˡᵒᵐᵐⁱˢ:

He’s completely possessive, I’m sorry—well, actually, I’m not. Billy is full of ego and pride, and whenever you spend time around someone of the same gender as him, he feels as if you’re trying to make him jealous. He yells when it’s just the two of you, making it clear that he doesn’t want you to do that again. It’s not like you mean to upset him; he’s just very sensitive and fragile about it. Despite that, he does show you love in his own rough way in the end.

ˢᵗᵘ ᵐᵃʳᶜʰᵉʳ:

This poor boy is incredibly loving and caring. However, beneath that exterior, he does exhibit some controlling tendencies. He may not show it openly, but there are moments when you can notice a shift in his behavior, leading you to ask questions. He consistently responds with, "I'm fine," when, in reality, he is seething with anger. If you’re not careful, it might not be safe to be around him for long, and you'll find yourself stuck in an uncomfortable situation until he feels he can trust you again.

ᵉᵗʰᵃⁿ ˡᵃⁿᵈʳʸ:

I could go on for hours about how he’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing. This boy is a demon, I tell you. He’s very manipulative and jealous of everything you do. If there’s another boy around, he will get rid of him without hesitation; in fact, it’s a bit strange. His anger isn't rare, surprisingly; it's quite common. He does try to hide it, but it never really works out. You can see every time how the sparkle in his eyes disappears when someone gets too close to you. He may act shy, but he’s far from it.

ᵇᵒ ˢⁱⁿᶜˡᵃⁱʳ:

You can probably guess what I’m going to say, and you’d be right: he is possessive of you. He sees you as his property that he must protect and keep others away from, which even includes his brothers. He can get quite loud if he feels one of them is flirting with you too much. While he understands them, he doesn’t want them to overdo it. He’s a busy man, which means you’ll likely spend a lot of time at home until he feels comfortable letting you out. That could take weeks—if you’re lucky.

ʰᵃⁿⁿⁱᵍʳᵃᵐ:

These two work together to keep harmful (innocent) people away from you. They operate in a way that is very different from any other human. They communicate silently, ensuring that you remain unaware of what’s happening around you. In about a week or so, that troublesome person will be gone. Will is best at distracting while Hannibal excels in taking action. They try to keep you from noticing the things they do, even though you know all their secrets. It's no surprise to you that they behave this way, but you don’t mind it too much.

ᵗʰᵒᵐᵃˢ ʰᵉʷⁱᵗᵗ:

Speaking of Thomas, he is exactly what you would expect. What I mean is that he is very protective of you because he loves you so much. It’s not in a scary way, though. He will do his best to keep you at home, trying to shield you from his darker side. Besides that, he truly loves you. He often wonders why you chose him out of everyone. He struggles with self-hatred and tries to deny it. However, you love him for who he is and dream of becoming his wife/husband/spouse one day.

ʲᵉᵉᵖᵉʳˢ ᶜʳᵉᵉᵖᵉʳˢ:

What do you hope to achieve by trying to leave him? He will track you down and restrain you even more. He can always tell when you are lying, so don’t even attempt to deceive him. Jeepers is a hardworking man, and because of his hunger, he will be out of the nest most of the time. However, that doesn’t mean you will be free. He will ensure you have everything you need while he is out hunting. He won’t allow you to see or interact with another human ever again. If he finds you talking to or seeing anyone else, they will be gone.

ᵃʳᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜˡᵒʷⁿ:

If you and he are really together, he will likely be the least possessive. He’ll definitely protect you and may even try to distance you from people he feels you spend too much time with, but that’s just part of it. Art himself is like a walking time bomb; one minute he’s allowing you to go outside, and the next he’s keeping you cooped up in the house with him for the night. It seems to depend on whether he’s injured or not. He won’t try to hide his darker tendencies because he feels there’s no need to, and besides, he has better things to do.

[be4chywritez]

serious | oscar piastri

oscar piastri x fem!reader

rec: #37 with oscar piastri please? maybe they’re arguing or smth and he says something without thinking and reader starts crying? thank u!!

recs are open + prompt list

beachy’s masterlist🐚

warnings: none except me being really high and writing this

You weren’t even sure how the argument started.

The plan had been simple—spend a quiet night with Oscar, finally get some time together before his schedule got crazy again. You had been curled up on his couch, legs thrown over his lap, teasing him about how helpless he was when it came to assembling furniture. It was harmless, the way most of your jokes were.

“You’d be lost without me,” you said with a grin, nudging his thigh. “Like, I’m pretty sure you’d still be eating your takeaway off a cardboard box if I wasn’t around.”

He chuckled at first, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t be lost—I’d just have a slightly more… minimalist lifestyle.”

“Minimalist?” You snorted. “Oscar, you didn’t even own proper plates before I got here.”

He rolled his eyes. “I had plates.”

“Oh, my bad, I meant one singular plate and a set of mismatched cutlery you probably stole from McDonald’s.”

You expected him to laugh, to play along like he always did. But instead, his expression shifted—his jaw tensed, his fingers drummed absently against your shin. The lighthearted teasing suddenly felt heavier, like you had unknowingly poked at something deeper.

You should’ve stopped there, but you didn’t.

“Face it,” you said, grinning. “You’d be a disaster without me.”

And that’s when he sighed, long and sharp, before muttering, “You never take anything seriously.”

Your smile faltered.

“What?”

Oscar ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head. “It’s like nothing matters to you.”

The words cut deeper than you expected. You blinked, suddenly unsure if you had misheard him.

“Nothing matters to me?” you repeated, voice quieter now, more careful.

He sighed again, still not looking at you. “I don’t know, sometimes it just feels like you don’t take me seriously.”

Your stomach twisted.

“Are you—” You let out a breath, trying to steady your voice. “Are you actually saying that? After everything?”

He exhaled through his nose, frustration evident in the way his shoulders tensed. “You’re always joking, always acting like nothing’s a big deal. I get that it’s just how you are, but sometimes… I don’t know, sometimes I just wish you’d be serious for once.”

You stared at him, your chest tightening.

It wasn’t just the words—it was the way he said them, like he actually believed them.

Like he believed you didn’t care.

You swallowed hard, blinking rapidly as your vision blurred. You didn’t want to cry, didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much that hurt. But the lump in your throat wouldn’t go away, and before you could stop it, a tear slipped down your cheek.

Oscar’s entire body stiffened.

“Shit,” he muttered, his frustration vanishing in an instant. His eyes widened as he reached for you, panic creeping into his voice. “Shit, shit, shit, c’mere.”

You turned your face away, wiping at your cheek quickly, but it was useless. Another tear followed, and Oscar groaned under his breath, like he physically hated himself for making you cry.

“I didn’t mean that,” he said hurriedly, shifting closer, his hands finding your face. “I swear I didn’t mean that.”

Your voice wobbled as you pulled back slightly. “Then why did you say it?”

He winced, his thumbs brushing over your damp cheeks, like he was trying to undo the damage. “I don’t know—I was frustrated, I wasn’t thinking.”

You let out a shaky breath. “You think I don’t take you seriously?”

“No,” he said instantly, voice thick with regret. “No, that’s not true. I know you do. I just—I was being a fucking idiot.”

You sniffled, eyes still glossy. “I always take you seriously, Oscar. I literally revolve my entire schedule around your ridiculous race calendar. I watch hours of onboard footage with you even though half the time I don’t even know what you’re analyzing. I show up to every race I can, I defend you when people online say dumb shit—”

“I know.” His hands were still on your face, his forehead now pressed against yours. His voice was softer now, desperate. “I know, baby. And I love that about you. I was just—I was just being an asshole.”

You swallowed hard, not fully ready to forgive him yet, but also not wanting to keep crying. His thumbs kept smoothing over your cheeks, his touch warm, grounding.

“I don’t like fighting with you,” you admitted, voice small.

“I hate fighting with you,” he murmured, tilting your face up slightly. “I especially hate making you cry.”

You let out a small, unsteady exhale, your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt. “You really were an asshole just now.”

“I know.” He kissed the tip of your nose, then your forehead. “Biggest asshole on the planet. Probably breaking some kind of world record.”

Despite everything, you huffed a quiet laugh. “I was this close to throwing a pillow at you.”

“I deserve worse.” He kissed your cheek this time, soft and lingering. “Like, I don’t know, maybe being forced to watch an entire season of your guilty pleasure reality show.”

You narrowed your eyes. “The Bachelor?”

He groaned but nodded. “Yeah. If that’s what it takes.”

You pretended to think about it. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

His lips finally twitched into something closer to a smile. “So lucky.”

And then, finally, he kissed you—soft and slow, like an apology woven between every press of his lips.

You let yourself sink into it, because even when he was frustrating, even when he made dumb mistakes, he was still yours.

And you took that seriously.

[jjjjisun]

Coming In First (Part 2)

Eunchae X 2 Male OC | 6925 words

TW: Incest

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Jae wanted to stomp his way all the way back to the resort, but thought better of it. Instead he pictured his little sister in his head, how angelic she looked on top of that boulder in the hideaway, and moreover how her soft tits had felt in his hands. His lower half stirred as he recalled Eunchae's hips writhing against him beneath the water when he held her.

He wondered what they would be doing, alone in the cave with Eunchae's unexpected new attitude and the fact that she'd given no indication she intended to put her top back on. Surely nobody, Jae or his little brother included, could stand to be alone with her for long without something happening. He envied his brother, but the thought that Eunchae might be opening up to them physically excited him.

'That lucky dog,' thought Jae as he imagined what his younger brother might be doing to his teenage sibling.

Jae felt an inexplicable weight in his chest, tugging on his heart, for how much he loved his little sister. Neither he nor Jinwoo had intended this, but 'fuck is she gorgeous,' Jae thought. Maybe the thinning line between love, lust and should he even think it...sex... was more understandable than he was allowing. Jae's feet moved faster to shorten the time he'd have to spend wondering what was going on with his little brother and sister.

It didn't take too long to get everything he needed. Jae stopped by his parents' umbrella and lied that they were picnicking somewhere and he offered to come back for supplies. It wasn't a complete lie, but somehow Jae didn't think it would be smart to tell them 'Jinwoo took Eunchae's top off and I felt her up. Her tits are as incredible as they look by the way dad, and Jinwoo beat me in a competition so he's probably got her naked in this secret spot we found over by the rocks.'

The guys at the food stand even gave Jinwoo a resort-branded backpack to carry the sandwiches, chips, a couple extra towels and some fruit in. The bucket of six beers swung at Jae's side as he walked as quickly as possible back to the rocks.

Jae wondered, as he approached, if he'd hear his little sister crying out in pleasure. As he slid through the tall crevice, he heard nothing...yet.

"Did you like your prize?" Jae heard his little sister ask as he neared the opening beyond.

To which his brother replied, "Definitely. But I'm not quite done with you yet."

Jae made sure the bucket didn't clang off the rocks as he slid closer to them. He knew he was probably about to witness his little sister in an even more inappropriate position than he had before, but he didn't want to spoil anything for Jinwoo who had beat him fair and square.

He expected something inappropriate, but it didn't stop Jae from nearly falling over as he saw his little sister, coated in glossy white cum from her navel to just below her breasts. But from the way her little bottoms still clung to her butt, it looked like Eunchae had only jerked his brother off, maybe even blown him.

He stayed in the shadows, watching. Maybe Eunchae wouldn't mind if he made his presence known, but Jae thought he'd let his little brother proceed without interruption.

He watched as Jinwoo kissed his sister's cheek, then behind her ear. Eunchae squirmed as he kissed down her neck and distracted her from where his hand was headed.

Before she even knew it, her little brother had untethered one of the bows at her hip. She only noticed when he quickly tugged her bottoms out from under her and Eunchae felt her butt against the cool sand. Water lapped at her toes as she realized that the first person who would ever touch her virgin pussy was going to be her older brother.

Jae clung desperately to the hope that he would get his chance with Eunchae later as he fought the urge to see her naked mound up close. He could tell she was bare, and from the look on his brother's face, she was obviously just as pretty there as anywhere else.

"Can I?" Jinwoo asked her, looking up from a kiss he'd planted around her collarbone.

Eunchae nodded, uttering a quiet, "uh huh," as she watched him nervously. She hoped Jinwoo liked what he saw, and it seemed from the way that he was once again hard and sticking through his undone swim shorts, he approved.

Jinwoo dipped his hand in the cool water nearby to clean the sand and ensure that he could make his little sister feel as good as possible. He'd never had sex, but he'd had success in this next part with any girl who'd allowed him the chance. He hoped he could do even better with the pretty eighteen-year-old lying in front of him.

Eunchae watched as a few drips of the crisp, clear water dripped from her brother's fingers, and inhaled anxiously as he brought them closer to her mound. Her opening was tiny, with soft, pink lips peeking out. When she finally had sex for the first time, she would surely struggle to fit her first cock, especially if it was one of her brothers'.

Jinwoo was gentle, kissing the top of her breast as he finally touched down atop her mound. He split two fingers and merely pressured her outer lips first. Eunchae was immediately glad she'd gone to the spa to get the little brown hairs that would have been there waxed before she left for vacation.

"Ohgod Jinwoo," she breathed out.

Jae had to support himself against the face of the rock-wall as he watched his little sister experience her brother's fingers, any fingers for that matter, on her for the first time. Naked and totally submitted to him, Jae watched his younger brother's eyes widen as he felt how wet his little sister's pussy already was for him.

Unknowing of their silent onlooker, Jinwoo ran a finger lightly, and deliberately slow along the pretty brunette's little lips.. His chest throbbed to see Eunchae arch her back and lift her naked butt off the sand, begging him to touch her more firmly.

"Mnnnnhhhh, don't tease me, Jinwoo!" she pleaded when he did it a second time.

As Jinwoo's finger reached his little sister's clit, he pressured it as she'd asked, and was rewarded with a moan of relief from the anxious teenager. Making little circles over his sister's nub, Jinwoo gazed upon her naked body. Her breasts rose and fell as she breathed, faster now that he was working his fingers over her clit. Her midsection undulated mesmerizingly.

"OhmyGod," she whispered to him, wrapping her hands gently around his forearm. "How did you....mnhhh...get so good at that?!"

Jinwoo smiled and leaned over his little sister's neck, placing a tender kiss on it without forgetting to keep rubbing her needy pussy. The touch of his lips lingered at exactly the spot he kissed her, adding electricity to a rush of it already building in her body.

When Jinwoo added another finger to rub tiny circles on Eunchae's pussy, her eyes popped open and she winced with pleasure. The two siblings shared a gaze that both would remember for a long while. It was a look of relief, of lust, but especially love as Eunchae felt her body succumbing to the building climax Jinwoo would surely bring upon her. Even Jae saw it from his place some twenty feet away, the way Eunchae's eyes begged her brother not to stop. 'Lucky bastard,' thought Jae, upon seeing it. Like his younger brother, Jae too admired his sister's beautiful body as she lay, writhing on the ground. He prayed that this would not be the last time, or the closest he'd get to his gorgeous sister's naked body.

"Fuuuuckk...Jinwoo...." cried Eunchae, flinching again as another wave of pleasure coursed through her. "Keep going... unhhhh.... you're gonna make me cum."

Her voice sounded so adorable, to both brothers, and though Jae wanted desperately to get close enough to feel her sweet breath against him the way Jinwoo could, he knew he had to wait.

"Uhhhhh!" Eunchae gasped as Jinwoo made another firm circle on her clit.

"ohGod...uhngh.. Jinwoo..." she cooed.

A few more little circles and both brothers watched their little sister tense up, lifting her back off the ground and thrusting her pretty breasts toward the open sky. In such a beautiful setting, there was still nothing quite as breathtaking as their gorgeous little sis cumming with reckless abandon, at the hand of her brother no less.

"Ouuuuuuhhhfuuuuck!" she sang out, the sound echoing off the walls of the inlet.

Jae knew he was about to see his little sister cum, and his heart beat faster in his concealed location willing her to be overcome. It was then that Eunchae's eyes pointed in his direction, full of desperation and pleasure, but no doubt recognizing him across the clearing. Her lips pursed into a thin smile - as much as she could muster before she was pushed to her limit.

Eunchae reached for Jinwoo's arm, possibly in an attempt to stop him, but he wouldn't allow it until her body seemed to have experienced the brunt of her orgasm. Her nails dug into his forearm enough to make Jinwoo wince, but he took it in stride, enjoying the sight of his eighteen-year old sister cumming too much.

Eunchae came harder than she ever had before. With one brother's fingers on her drenched clit and the other's eyes on her from afar, she howled and quivered through, basking in their attention, After what seemed like an eternity of a lost-in-a-sea-of-white and panting climax, with her head thrown back and her arms clamoring to stop the uncontrollable sensation being caused by her brother's fingers, Eunchae's body began to relax. Jinwoo stopped his motions, applying only a gentle pressure at the soaking wet entrance to his baby-sister's pussy.

They remained in silence for a few moments after that, with Jinwoo leaning over a recovering Eunchae, watching her admiringly as she caught her breath. The erection he was sporting was simply unavoidable, and although Jinwoo didn't want to get ahead of himself, the wish to insert it snugly inside his sister's virgin entrance crossed his mind while he watched her coming down from her orgasm, naked and with a midsection that still sported his early glazing of cum.

"That was amazing Jinwoo," she said, without opening her eyes. "You made me cum so hard!"

"I think I owed you one," replied Jinwoo, "you were incredible too, are you sure that's your first time?"

Eunchae finally leaned up on her elbows and kissed her brother right on the lips lovingly.

"It was, I swear," she said as she pulled away smiling. Eunchae looked into her brother's eyes with that big grin on her face, and they shared one final moment of love and understanding before a sound came from the entrance to the reservoir.

"Eh HHHEM!" Jae finally sounded, clearing his throat loudly and seeing both his siblings jump.

Eunchae's pretended to be shocked that someone had entered their little hideaway, as if somehow her surprise could conceal the fact that her brother's spunk was glistening on her abdomen. She giggled as the younger of her two brother's clamored to cover himself up at the unknown voice from the entrance to the cave.

"And to think... I felt so bad after I felt you up and you went running Eunchae." Jae said.

Eunchae watched her brother glance down at her stomach as he approached with the backpack and bucket of beers swinging beside him. She smiled bashfully and Jae gave her a knowing look that told her he was okay with what he saw.

"Uh, hey Jae, we were just..."

"Save it, ya moron. You want a beer?" Jae interrupted his little brother, sounding surprisingly accepting of what he'd just walked in on. When he held out a bottle, Jinwoo gladly accepted it and twisted off the cap for a quick swig.

"Can't I have one?" Eunchae asked her older brother.

"Sure Eunchae," he answered," but why don't you go..um.. clean off a bit first."

Eunchae bit her lip and looked down once more, still unbelieving that she really was sitting among her two brothers naked and splattered with Jinwoo's orgasm. She giggled nervously before standing up and scampering over to the water.

Jae raised his eyebrows at his brother, who shrugged silently and made a face as if to say 'do you blame me?'

Both brothers watched as their angelic little sis washed herself off in the water. Her breasts bounced youthfully when she ran her hands over them, and she smiled wide back up at them, basking in their shared affection.

"Lucky fucker," Jae mumbled into his beer, loud enough for Jinwoo to hear and chuckle.

"Hey man, better luck next time." Jinwoo taunted.

Meanwhile, Eunchae had finished up in the water and sauntered up to Jae, whom she could tell was putting on a good face but still sulking a bit from his loss. She plopped down directly in his lap and snatched the beer out of his hand, taking a long swig and swallowing before a big smile appeared on her face.

"Sure," he said, "you just go ahead and take my beer. I'll grab anoth...." But Jae couldn't finish because his still-naked little sister leaned in to kiss him directly on the lips.

At that point, she didn't care if she was naked, or if Jinwoo was watching, or whatever else. Eunchae snaked her tongue out and french-kissed her oldest brother with fervor, as if to promise that he wasn't going to be left out of the fun for long.

"There." She uttered, after pulling back from him and seeing the look of surprise on her brother's face. "I love you, you know that right?"

Jae shook his head 'yes' before Eunchae got up and walked over to her, also incredulous, brother Jinwoo, bending down for a similar kiss and "I love you too, don't worry."

"And because I don't want you two to be unable to concentrate on anything but these," Eunchae said, placing her palms beneath each breast and holding them for her brother's view one last time, "I'm putting my suit back on."

Jae and Jinwoo groaned their disapproval in unison, but regardless they had to watch their little sister collect her suit before hopping and wiggling back into it.

And though she still looked gorgeous as ever, and images of her recently naked little body still lingered in both brothers' heads, they WERE able to concentrate on eating and polishing off the bucket of beers while chatting as if all was normal. Jae made a few not-so-subtle jokes about Eunchae and Jinwoo's encounter, but all three kids felt they'd had a great start to the vacation.

"We'd better get back to mom and dad," Eunchae told her brothers after they'd swum around in the water of their hideaway for a while.

"Yeah," said Jae, "although I think they were content that Jinwoo and I keeping an eye on you."

"That's what you two were doing, huh?" Eunchae asked sarcastically, looking back at her brothers with a mischievous grin. The way she glanced down at her butt and shook it ever so slightly at them before she disappeared through the rocks would stick with the boys for hours.

And that was pretty much all they got for the rest of the day. With the parents around, everyone had to be extra careful. Somewhere between lunch and drinks later on that night, all three siblings realized, in their own way, that they needed to back-off the impulsive and dangerous behavior they'd exhibited in the water and that secret inlet they'd discovered. When Jae and Jinwoo ended up having to hit the men's room at the same time later that night, they agreed that they'd both respect their little sister and let her dictate the speed at which things might progress.

But they definitely wanted things to progress. Jinwoo couldn't stop thinking about how his teenage sister's body had quivered under his fingers and saw the scratch marks on his arm from where she'd grabbed him in her fit of passion. And Jae... he simply couldn't stop imagining the moment when he'd get to be in the same position as his little brother earlier that day, or maybe even something more taboo.

After their parents said goodnight and went to their room, the three siblings crashed on the furniture in the middle of their suite. Eunchae was laid out on the couch in her evening outfit, a black spaghetti strap top with a lacey bottom that didn't quite make it to her belly button and tiny jean shorts. She seemed to have an endless supply of both, and neither boy was about to complain.

Much to the boys' dismay, after only a few minutes of talking and sleepy laughter, Eunchae relented, "Alright boys, I'm going to bed," and upon seeing them both raise their eyebrows in anticipation, "...alone!"

Simultaneously, the boys sank back into their chairs and wished her goodnight. Waiting until he saw the light turn out beneath her door, Jae spoke softly, "So, you bastard, how was it?"

"How was what?" Jinwoo feigned innocence.

"Oh fuck you, you owe me one!" He said, before quieting down.

"I don't owe you shit, you lost fair and square." Jinwoo quipped.

Jae quickly fired one of the couch pillows over at his brother, and then another before Jinwoo finally gave in: "Alright! Alright! I'll tell you!"

Both boys were laughing until Jinwoo finally told his brother what he wanted to know."

"God she was sexy," he said, lowering his voice, "we made out, and she was moving her hips on top of me. I know I've never had sex or anything but I wanted to so bad right then."

Jae chuckled, "So what happened next did she...?" he asked, making the universal gesture for a blowjob with his hand and tongue in his cheek.

"No...no.. but fuck, she..." he got real quiet then, "jerked me off and asked me to cum on her!"

"Yeah that part was pretty hard to miss,"

Jinwoo could see the look of envy on his brother's face. "You know, I felt bad that you were left out, but then... I wasn't about to tell her to stop."

"I bet you weren't," Jae retorted.

"And then, after that, I took off her bottoms and..."

"Yeah I saw that part." Jae admitted.

"You DID?" Jinwoo asked, baffled and sounding a little upset.

"Yeah man, I saw you, I got back from getting the beers and stuff and there you were taking our little sister's bottoms off. What did you want me to do, interrupt you?"

Jinwoo thought about it for a second, "No...I guess not. Well thanks for that."

"Don't mention it, just do me a favor and don't cry when I kick your ass in whatever competition she dreams up next."

"Based on your last performance, I think I'll be Eunchae's first for everything," Jinwoo prodded.

Jae was about to argue, but he saw the big toothy grin on his brother's face and resolved to throw another pillow at him, hard. He got up and headed toward the master bedroom, stating flatly, "I'll just go ahead and take the bed tonight, don't you worry."

Jinwoo replied with utter sarcasm, "Oh THANK You, Jae, that sounds GREEEAAAT," and they went their separate ways.

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Eunchae couldn't help herself. Their voices just carried, and by the time she heard her brother Jae telling Jinwoo that he'd seen him fingering his little sister, Eunchae was wiggling around uncontrollably in her bed.

After twenty minutes of silence outside, save for Jinwoo's quiet snoring from his place on the couch, Eunchae couldn't take it anymore. She thought about the way Jae's hands had felt on her tits, and touched them herself as if to recall the feeling more vividly. She remembered how his boldness had flipped a switch inside her that she didn't think she'd ever be able to flip back. And Eunchae remembered promising herself to find a way to make things even between the two brothers who so vehemently wanted to win that rock-throwing contest.

She opened the door to her room, peeking out into common area. Through the dim light of the mini-bar she could see her brother sleeping soundly on the pull-out, so she quietly opened the door and padded out across the room.

Jae hadn't closed his door all the way, which Eunchae thought was fortunate; maybe she could surprise him.

But the sound of the shower behind the half-open door of his bathroom greeted her as she entered. Eunchae got even more excited thinking that he might already be naked inside. Each step through his bedroom she spent shedding the light t-shirt and boxer shorts she'd worn to bed. Like she'd been for Jinwoo, she intended to even the score with her brother - equally naked.

Eunchae could hardly believe herself as she hopped on one foot out of her shorts. The cool air from Jae's open balcony door grazed over her body, covered only in a matching, light-pink bra and panties with hints of white lace. and she realized how incredibly naughty she'd become in so short a time. A few weeks ago, it wouldn't have been like her to be entering her brother's bathroom with her heart fluttering over what she intended to do, but now the emotions rushing through her encouraged her every step.

Jae was standing beneath the huge overhead cascade of water, feeling all the tension of watching his beautiful little sister with Jinwoo leave his body as the water rolled from his head to his shoulders and below. A few images of Eunchae's naked body flashed in his head, as did wishes that he'd get his chance with her, but each passing second calmed his yearning.

But what was that... the quiet 'woosh' of the shower door...

"Who's there?" Jae asked, sticking out his arms instinctively and sounding alarmed. He couldn't immediately see with the water in his eyes.

"Shhh... it's just me," spoke a familiar voice as Jae's hands found its owner.

His heart jumped. For a moment Jae had to convince himself that he wasn't just in his bed imagining it.

Stepping from under the water, Jae's eyes cleared and he opened them to find his little sister stepping into the shower.

"Um... hi." Jae said, still surprised.

Eunchae flashed her beautiful smile back at him. "Hi..." she spoke demurely.

"You're still wearing your..." Jae started, reaching out and tracing a finger under her bra-strap. The fabric was slowly speckling with the spray of the shower off his shoulders.

Eunchae looked down and bit her lip as his finger grazed her skin.

"I thought you could maybe fix that." She said with an adorable little grin.

Eunchae stepped closer to her big brother, not failing to notice the way his cock had been straightening between them. He was big, almost the same as Jinwoo as she was pleased to find out, and as he inflated Eunchae could see his penis was a little veinier than his younger brother's.

Jae felt his little sister's bra just barely touch his chest when she stopped her approach. He was breathing heavier; his heart was thumping hard in his chest. Despite his desire and Eunchae's willingness, Jae was still nervous, and the look on his sister's face said that she was too.

Eunchae stood on her toes as a final display of her affection, and reached for her brother's lips.

Jae closed the gap gladly, leaning in and kissing her firmly. Eunchae could taste the water on his lips, and she smiled against them, feeling the same spark that she'd experience when she first kissed Jinwoo. It was wonderful, and forbidden, and it made her whole body pulse with excitement as she felt his hands on her abdomen.

Pulling away, Eunchae looked up into her brother's eyes.

"If you want, I'll make it up to you that you lost my game SO BADLY today." Eunchae teased him, thrusting her hips forward enough that her bottoms rubbed against her brother's now full erect cock.

Jae, like his little sister, couldn't believe what was happening, that it was now his turn to experiment with the new dynamic between he and his teenage sister. He had trouble knowing what to make of all of it. Her presence there in the shower in just her underwear twirled a million thoughts about in his brain. What he did know, however, is that he wanted her wearing nothing at all.

"Well, we can start with this," he said, reaching to the small of Eunchae's back and pulling her toward him. They locked lips once again, more intently this time, and soon both brother and sister were flicking their tongues out at each other, acting on impulse and desire above all else.

She loved the way he took charge of her. Jinwoo had been gentle and sweet, something she much appreciated at the time, but Jae was definitely more aggressive, and it excited her.

When he disengaged from her, Eunchae's eyes remained closed for a few seconds, savoring the taste of him on her lips.

"And now this..." Jae continued, flicking the band of her bra against her shoulder and eliciting another smile from the pretty brunette.

Eunchae complied, turning around to give him access to the clasp and feeling his hands slide up from her sides to the connection of the bra she ached for him to remove from her.

First, he kissed her neck, a few incredible touches that made Eunchae purr and turn her head to allow him to continue. Then she felt his fingers nimbly unclasp her bra, and the tension it had been applying quickly alleviated from her chest.

Just like he had earlier, Jae slid his hands under his sister's arms and daringly around to the front. Before he saw them up close, Jae once again had his hands upon his baby sister's breasts. And they were amazing; just a little bigger than he would have expected for a small girl like Eunchae, and more youthful and firm than most eighteen-year-olds' as well.

"Oh God Jae," she cooed to him, "when you did that in the water... I...I wanted you so bad."

She felt him gently squeezing her tits in his hands and giggled, feeling so turned on by the way his fingers pried at her nipples. Responding to him, Eunchae rubbed her backside against Jae's hardness, feeling it right against her and poking into her lower back.

Next, the pretty teen felt his hands drop from her breasts and his lips were back on her neck. She was in heaven, pampered and helpless to the admiration of her oldest brother. She hardly realized what was happening when she felt fingers hooking her panties at each hip.

Jae quickly slid them down his little sister's toned legs, savoring how they felt as he ran his fingers along them. He planted another kiss right on his sister's cheek, the pert, round little butt that he'd so admired in her swimsuits and short shorts or whatever else she wore to show it off.

For the second time that day, Eunchae was stark naked and allowing her other brother access to her body. She trembled as she felt him stand back up behind her, wondering what he might do.

Jae's arms enveloped her, making her feel warm and secure in his grasp.

"I don't know what's gotten into you sis, but I like it." Jae said into her ear, taking hold of her tiny hips.

"Hmmm hm," she laughed and purred at simultaneously, "I don't know what's gotten into me either, but maybe it will be you..." She taunted, flexing her hips back at him, shocked at her own words.

No more shocked was she than Jae, however, who felt his knees weaken at her implication. Now that his little sister was naked in front of him, there was nothing he wanted more.

On impulse, Jae bent his knees to allow his cock to slide between his now bottomless sister's legs. He closed that little gap between her thighs he'd admired so many times before by positioning his erection right within it.

Eunchae's eyes widened. She could feel the warm, bare skin of her brother's penis securely between her legs and pressuring her bare pussy. Of the many forbidden things she'd done leading up to that moment, this was surely the worst.

But it felt good having him there, so long as he didn't get any ideas about going further, like the one she'd so mischievously put in his head. She was relieved, and incredibly turned on when she felt Jae withdraw his cock an inch or two before sliding it back and rubbing against her sensitive pussy lips.

"Mnnnh Jae.... that feels really good." Eunchae cooed, leaning back into him and reaching to scratch the hair on his neck.

Jae responded by sliding his own hand down his sister's flat tummy until he was inches away from her most forbidden place. He kissed her slender neck once more as his fingers crawled closer.

It couldn't have been the water, thought Jae as his fingertips finally touched his teenage sister's budding clit. She was slick and warm and her whole body seemed to react when his fingers gently pried at the little mound of flesh protecting her sensitive bundle of nerves.

Eunchae's body sang as she felt Jae's fingers on her. At first he only pressured, but within seconds the pressure turned into tiny circles around her clit. He was slowly moving his hips behind, so both his fingers and his cock were simultaneously stimulating her. Once again, she was feeling herself become lost in a daze brought on by her brother's ministrations.

"OhhhfuckJae... keep touching me like that..." Eunchae begged.

The sensation was wonderful for Jae as well, who continued to work his rod between his little sister's legs as he touched her. His free hand pawed at her wonderful chest, occasionally squeezing one of her erect little nipples between his fingers.

When the whole scene started to overwhelm the naked little teen, Eunchae had to brace herself against the glass wall of the shower. In front of her, the moon lit the resort grounds, with its palm trees and the glistening of tide on the beach. It was the most beautiful scene, made more surreal by the emotions and sensations eclipsing Eunchae and her brother's better judgment.

They were long beyond that now; Eunchae's growing pants and cries of passion as her brother's fingers worked over her clit increasingly assured it:

"Uhhhh... Jae... ohmyGod...mmmnnnhhhh"

With his own orgasm beginning to rear its head, Jae's thrusts between his sister's legs were becoming less accurate. He could only focus on the way she sounded - so adorable as she panted for him. He could barely continue to hold her wonderful breasts, if only to stabilize himself. He pulled back a few times and Eunchae could feel his body shake as he tried to work his cock between her thighs.

Again he retreated, but this time, when he pushed forward, his head took a slightly different angle. Both Eunchae and her brother felt it attempt entry to her forbidden opening. As he pushed forward, unknowing, his cock begged to take the teenager's virginity if she would only allow it.

Reflexively, she stood up on her toes, and his head narrowly, so narrowly, missed penetrating her for the first time.

"Uhhh...DAANNN... not yet... be careful!" She admonished him, not wanting to admit to him how her entire body had screamed with excitement. She was glad to have reacted quickly enough to prevent it, but a part of her wondered what would have happened if she hadn't.

Jae realized what had happened, and felt the same flare, mixed with a pang of regret that he had been so close to fucking his little sister, accidentally, and had not.

The ordeal had set Eunchae's heart aflutter, and within a few seconds her brother's fingers continued their relentless stimulation of her clit. She moaned aloud, hoping she had remembered to close the door to Jae's bedroom.

"Come on Eunchae," Jae encouraged her, "cum for your brother, ya little tease."

"Oh fuuuck..." she cried, shocked and incredibly aroused upon hearing her brother talk to her like that, "Jae.... keep doing that with your cock....unhhhhHH!"

Eunchae's hand shot down to cover her brother's as it had earlier that day when Jinwoo had brought her near orgasm. She pried at his hand, attempting to remove it as her hips flexed and her body tensed. It was too much, she couldn't stand it... but he was too strong.

"Uuuuuooouhhhhh fuuuuuckkk..." She cried out in the most beautiful sound Jae thought he'd ever heard.

Her hips writhed, and her body twitched as Eunchae went quiet for a moment, able to see nothing but the explosion of sensation that seemed to shoot from her aching pussy to a white blindness directly behind her eyes. For the second time that day, unbelievably, Eunchae thought she'd never felt something so overwhelming and intense.

Jae had to hold his little sister's body up as she was overcome by her climax. He grasped Eunchae beneath the tits and pressed steadily against her clit as she came. Her hips wiggled against him and her body shuddered, but he held her tight and felt love wash over him with seemingly as much fervor as the orgasm that was taking his baby sister. After some unknown interval, her body finally began to relax. Holding her there - helpless and taking her first breath with a gasp of relief - Jae hoped he'd remember the moment forever.

When she once more had a grasp of reality Eunchae felt the warmth of her brother's cock still between her legs. She turned to face him, with her head tilted downward and an embarrassed little smile that stuck Jae directly in the heart.

He reached down to her, placed his finger beneath her chin and brought her eyes up to meet his. The kiss he gave her promised that she had nothing to be embarrassed about, that he loved her so incredibly much - impossibly more now that they'd shared that moment.

"God I love you sis," Jae blessed her as he withdrew.

"I love you too!" Eunchae said in return, almost teary as she threw her arms around him and locked in another kiss.

After a moment or so of the silent embrace, she felt his erection poking up between them, harder than ever and still in need of attention. Its persistence made her giggle. Reaching down, Eunchae took her oldest brother's bare cock in her hands for the first time, and felt him wince as she did.

"You made me cum so hard, can I help you finish now?"

"Sure," Jae agreed eagerly, watching his little sister glance back and forth between his face and where she held his cock in her hand.

Even more amazing was when Eunchae got down on her knees and brought both her hands to her brother's shaft. They fit on it comfortably, and she could feel his veins against her palms. A couple quick up and down motions and she could see that her brother was thoroughly enjoying it.

"You're already close huh?" She asked him, grinning and biting her lip.

"Fuck... ughh..." Jae winced as his little sister used her own fluids to slide her hands up and down along his length, "yeah, I am."

"You must've liked sliding your cock against my pussy huh?" She teased, bringing him closer with every word and stroke, "and when you ALMOST put it in me... did you like that too?"

She moved her hands faster now, holding onto him firmly and being gentle when she rubbed against his tip like Jinwoo had taught her. She loved seeing the way his face responded to her touch, and feeling his penis swell even bigger in his hands.

"I know you saw me with Jinwoo today, but I want you to know that I saved my tits for you to cum on first," she told him, looking up and smiling.

Jae felt like he needed to be pinched, that he would soon awake from a dream where his little sister, Eunchae, was on her knees in the shower with him, naked and asking him to come on her tits. It couldn't be real, his lust for her must've created some impossible dream in his head and it could never happen, no matter how bad he wanted it.

"Come on Jae," she urged. Jae looked down and saw Eunchae gazing expectantly up at him, sticking out her chest proudly as she asked, "Do you want to shoot your warm cum all over your little sister's tits?"

He did want to, and there was no mistaking her presence there, jerking him intently. One more gaze down at the eighteen-year-old's perfect, naked body and Jae felt himself at his limit.

He groaned as Eunchae squeezed him firmly, having seen on his face that he was ready to cum. Eunchae sat up straight and prepared for her big brother's sperm.

"Uhhh," Jae breathed as his first stream of cum shot out and struck his little sister directly across the collarbone.

The next landed lower, painting the top of her left breast and crawling down it.

Eunchae laughed gleefully as she continued to stroke him and pointed another fresh burst of semen at her other tit. This one got across her nipple; she could feel its warmth right across the erect nub.

"That's it, cum for me big brother," she coaxed, and still another rope of sperm emitted from his tip, right in the cleft between her tits.

Jae had the composure to look down at his beautiful sister, and they made eye contact as she pumped him, with lazier streams painting glossy lines across her chest. Eunchae sat up as tall as she could and put his head right against her nipple, squeezing the last of the cum from her brother's penis and right upon it.

Looking down at her breasts, Eunchae was pleased with what she'd done. Jae definitely came more than his younger brother; her chest was positively splattered with his white, sticky spunk.

When he could take no more, Jae grabbed his sister's hand and pulled her to her feet. She stood there in front of him, hoping she had done a good job, when he kissed her once more.

She could feel the gratitude in that kiss, and in the way his hands swiftly grabbed her butt and pulled her toward him. She squealed into his kiss as he lifted her easily, wrapping her legs around his back with his semi-hard cock pinned between them. They kissed for another moment there as water ran on Eunchae's back and she basked in its warmth along with that of Jae's strong embrace.

When they broke, she saw Jae glance down at her chest again, which she made sure to perk up as much as possible. Most of his cum was all still in place, a perfect symbol of what they'd just done.

"Should we get you washed up?" Jae asked when he'd gotten a good enough look at her.

Eunchae wiggled her hips, and subsequently her sensitive little pussy against her brother's cock, "I guess so..." she replied, feigning disappointment that their shower together was coming to an end.

Jae made sure to make it last, insisting that he be the one to soap up his little sister with his hands and focusing much attention on each breast to be sure he got her all clean. Eunchae smiled and laughed; the two of them were having a blast as they always did. Things were different, given their nakedness, but somehow they felt very much the same. It was an exciting new dynamic for Eunchae, with both her brothers! She was a smart girl, and realized that what they were doing was forbidden and dangerous, but she knew beyond a doubt as she felt Jae's hands on her that she didn't intend to stop.

Obviously Jae wanted more too, "You can sleep in my bed if you want," he told her as they toweled off. He tried his best to look innocent, but Eunchae could see right through it.

"Uh uh," she said, smiling back at him knowingly, "I'm sooo tired after the day you boys have put me through... plus, I really doubt you'd be able to behave yourself."

"Really, I would!" Jae defended, but Eunchae was obviously going to stand her ground.

"I know you would," she said, standing on her tiptoes and planting a kiss right on her brother's lips. "Goodnight, big brother!"

With that, Eunchae dropped her towel on the floor next to her, gave her brother one, last, big smile and a view of her naked body, and touched him gently on the abdomen as she headed across the room. Jae watched her, stunned as always, until she closed his bedroom door behind her and scampered across the living room where Jinwoo still slept.

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Part 5 of Mister(s) Steal Your Girl

Long awaited, but no Johnny smut just yet. Soon, I promise. (And Kyle will be back. It's been so long since he's gotten to smooch our dear reader.)

Also! A little reminder than you can check the queue to see what I plan to post for next. I try to update it often as the worms wiggle. Next I plan to do the final chapter of Greater Bad. (Unless I get my not-so-secret, no-longer-a-surprise oneshot out first)

Lastly! Please note that I wrote the "posts" from his perspective. So inconsistencies with the actual story and any grammar/spelling errors were purposeful or for "authenticity".

Content: Brandon.

r/CakeEater _OnBrand_ I asked my fiancé for an open relationship before marriage. It worked. A while ago I posted on r/adultery about the affairs (yes, multiple) I was having behind my then-gf’s back. We’d already been dating for ~4 years and I was seeing one of my coworkers (my “work wife”) regularly and one of her coworkers on and off. People on my other post were critical and called me all sorts of things like selfish and pig. I know it’s not traditional, but I genuinely don’t think I could ever be satisfied by one woman. My work wife (Rachel) and fiance’s coworker (Lucy) provide things my fiancé just can’t but I still love my fiancé. She’s the woman I’m going to spend the rest of my life with. When I posted on r/adultery I was trying to figure out how to propose without her finding out. I knew she’d expect me to help with stuff and possibly want to look at my phone more often. It would have been harder to sneak off to meet up with Lucy or Rachel with wedding planning and I was sick of being stressed she would find out. Some nicer people on the post suggested I ask for an open relationship. I took their advice and sat her down to sell the idea. It’s a good thing I’m so good at sales (top 3% in my company for 5 years in a row) because she agreed. Yes, actually agreed. At first she got kind of pale and her eyes got really big and blank. I thought for sure she was about to start crying and run off. Maybe even kick me out. She doesn’t really get angry but she gets upset and it freaks me out. After I explained everything about how good it would be for us though, she agreed. This is my official unlimited hallpass. I’ve been seeing Rachel on weekends and Lucy once or twice during the week for drinks. Tonight I’m going to sign up for every dating site I can. Tinder, Bumble, Hinge. If anyone has other suggestions, I’ll check those out too. Fiance has been kind of off but I think it’s just an adjustment period. Sometimes I can tell she’s been crying but she hasn’t come to me about it so she’s probably just being emotional about all the changes. At least she’s got our house to focus on while she gets used to things. I feel a little bad about running out every night but she’s just so mopey and sad all the time and it’s not enjoyable to be around. I know she probably feels like I’m abandoning her a little but once she starts getting back to normal I’ll spend time with her again. You really can have your cake (all the cakes heh) and eat them too. Edit: no, I never told her that I already had Lucy and Rachel and I’m not going to. What good would it do? She’s already agreed to an open relationship and telling her that I didn’t have permission first would just hurt her for no reason.

Kyle’s been gone for two (long, lonely) weeks when he finally gets a chance to call. So far, he’s only been able to send scattered texts at odd hours. Always something sweet – telling you he’s alright, or that he’s thinking of you. Sometimes you even catch him for a brief exchange before he apologizes and “goes dark” again.

Not that you begrudge it. This is part and parcel of dating him and you knew that going in. You’re not complaining when he’s putting his life on the line so that the public can live in blissful peace.

That doesn’t stop you from missing him though. His hugs, his smile. Getting his voice - even roughened by distance - is a nice compromise though.

“How have you been holding up, chickadee?” he asks after the initial reassurance that he’s whole and hale. 

“Easier this time!” you answer proudly. “I know what to expect with you gone and Johnny’s good company.”

“Yeah?” he asks, sounding pleased.

You can just imagine him now, leaning his hip against the nearest surface, arms crossed over his broad chest. He tends to duck his head when he smiles, and you unintentionally grin to yourself, thinking of him hiding into his phone. God, you miss him. 

“Mhmm! We found a board game bar that you’re going to love. Oh, and we’re going to the Hay Festival this weekend.”

He hums. “I’m sorry I can’t be there to take you, luv, but I knew Johnny would be good to you.”

More than good to you, really. There’s not been a day he doesn’t call to check up on you - if he doesn’t see you in person, that is. Dinner, movies, coffee. He’s somehow both a gentleman and an incorrigible flirt, but only with you. He’s nothing more than polite to anyone else, keeping his focus on you and whatever the two of you are doing.

You don’t know what to do with the undivided attention. If you didn’t know better…

“You two are getting close,” Kyle observes.

“I think so,” you admit, then hesitate. “Is… that okay?”

“‘Course, luv. I’m glad.”

You blink. “You are?”

“He’s my best mate and you’re my best girl.”

An odd pang of anxiety pierces your chest. Johnny calls you that too. His “best girl.” You love hearing it - but maybe you shouldn’t?

“It… doesn’t bother you? That we’re spending so much time together.”

He snorts softly, but it’s not derisive. It’s a noise he makes whenever he thinks you’re being silly, but his voice comes out soft and warm. Not an ounce of condescension.

“No, baby, I’m not fussed. You spend your time with whoever you want, however you want. Yeah?”

Your chest floods with warmth. “Okay.”

“There’s a love. I’ve got a brief, so I have to go. I’ll call soon as I can.”

“Be safe, Ky.”

“Do my best. Give Soap a smooch for us, aye?”

You blink as he hangs up. That’s a new one.

You ponder over it while packing on Thursday night. Was it just a joke? A tease at the little crush you’ve developed for Johnny?

Because it is a crush, you know it is. It’s impossible not to be attracted to him. Not with that smile, that laugh, the goofy humor and sweet mannerisms. He still sends you flowers every few weeks - just as the previous ones are about to die. It’s so thoughtful; you’ve started feeling a bit warm every time you look at them.

But you feel greedy, being even remotely interested in anyone else. You have Kyle and Brandon (even if you two are going through a… patch) and that should be enough for you. Shouldn’t it? You’ve never been with more than one person at a time before; it took you weeks to shake the compulsory guilt when you first met Kyle. It feels almost unforgivably audacious to want Johnny too, especially since he’s Kyle’s best mate.

Still… Kyle’s not a jealous or passive-aggressive guy. You’ve been with him long enough now that you know he’d just tell you outright if he was unhappy about something. And he’s been with you long enough that he can surely tell you’re more than a bit fond of Johnny.

Maybe that’s why he made the joke about “smooching” him.

Regardless, you want to talk to him about it. Things always make sense when you think out loud to him. His levelheaded and practical approach to difficult topics always straightens your panic spirals out into neat lines.

Plus, it’s not as comforting to hold your own hand. (God, when is he getting back?)

“Where are you going?”

You blink up at Brandon, folded pajamas in hand.

“The Hay Festival,” you answer.

Speaking of - you slip past him into the bathroom. He doesn’t follow, rooted to the spot spinning his phone around in his hands.

“Alone?”

You snort. “Of course not, I’m going with a friend.”

The allergy pills are at the bottom of the medicine basket beneath the sink. You really need to organize it the next time Johnny’s too busy to hang out. There’s no way you need three bottles of paracetamol. 

“I need that suitcase.”

You toss the bottle in and pivot for the dresser. “What for?”

He shifts, eyes sliding away. “An… overnight.”

Ah. That’s what he’s calling it now?

You snatch a few (too many) pairs of underwear from the dresser.

“Just bring them here,” you say over your shoulder.

There’s a long, tense beat of silence but you’re too busy rummaging for socks to break it first. Will it be too warm for thigh-highs? Eh, you’ll go with the sheer ones; the little lace roses match one of your dresses anyway.

“Bring who here?” Brandon asks slowly.

When you turn, he looks paler than usual. You shrug, trying to project casual comfort.

This is a totally normal and reasonable conversation to have. Just a couple in an open relationship, discussing a stranger coming to the house for a shag. Nothing to make a fuss over.

“Whoever you need the suitcase for? I know you’ve had people over before anyway, and I’ll be gone all weekend.”

He stutters, color returning to his face in bright pink blooms. “Why do you think I’ve had people over before?”

You arch an eyebrow. “I do the laundry, remember? And there was lipstick on one of the wine glasses.”

That had sent you into a tizzy at the time, disgusted that some stranger was in your bed, with your fiancé. You washed the sheets twice on the hottest setting and tossed in a bit of bleach for good measure. Hadn’t been able to look at him the whole week - not that he was there much to not look at.

Now, though, you seem to have adjusted to the idea, even if you’re still not thrilled. Brandon can have his… whoever over, and you’ll goof around with Johnny in Wales.

“Just toss the bedding in the wash afterwards,” you add.

“I thought you do the laundry,” he sniffs.

“I’m not traveling all day just to do chores when I get home,” you answer. He does a double take like you’ve started speaking a new language. “You’ll be here all weekend, I’m sure you’ll have time.”

He opens his mouth, and you can tell already that he’s about to argue - though you don’t really know what about. It’s not like he can’t do laundry or dishes, after all. He lived alone before you moved in together.

Thankfully, his phone distracts him before he can form the words. He spins away to tap at the screen and shuffles out of the room, shoulders till tense. You go back to packing and teasing Johnny about the amount of hair gel he’ll bring.

Friday afternoon can’t come fast enough. Even though you’ve taken a half day from work, the few hours seem to drag. You’re practically daydreaming about the food and drinks, music and activities. There’s a baker’s dozen art stalls you want to check out as well, and a gift to pick out for Kyle…

“Hope yer thinkin’ o’ me when ye make tha’ face.”

Your head snaps around so fast, you nearly give yourself whiplash. Johnny grins down at you in all his casually handsome glory – ripped jeans, green tee, and brown boots. Angels are singing somewhere, you think. Or maybe that’s just your nosy coworkers ogling from their own cubicles.

The reality of him sinks in a moment later and you leap up from your cushy chair – and right into his arms. He’s like a furnace compared to the cool, conditioned air of your office, a welcome source of warmth for your chilly fingers.

“What are you doing here?” you giggle. “Who let a rowdy guy like you in?”

He smells like bergamot and pine. It takes active thought to resist pressing your face into the crook of his neck. It looks cozy there.

As always, he squeezes you a bit tighter just before letting go.

“Hey now, Marcy’s a discerning lady. She knows a fine gentleman when she sees one.”

You snort, belied by the smile curling your lips. “She may need new glass then.”

“Och, don’t go talkin’ poor about my second-best gal now.”

“Is it that easy to get in your good graces?” you scoff, glancing at the time on your computer. It’s later than you expected; no wonder he came up to retrieve you. You spent so long daydreaming that you’ve lost track of time.

“Aw don’ be green, dove, you’re still my number one. Send ye flowers ‘n all.”

You roll your eyes at him. “Yeah, and now I’m wondering just how special that is.”

He stands close, proclaiming his case for how obviously special you are while you shut everything down for the weekend. You’re only half listening to the bit, admittedly. Mostly just basking in your excitement for the mini road trip and the weekend to come. You have no doubt that it’s going to be fun, even if it would be better with Kyle along too.

“Where are you headed off to?” Lucy asks.

“Hay Festival,” you answer shortly.

You’ve never been a big fan of Lucy, but lately she’s been insufferable. Talking over you during meetings, leaving you out of emails, throwing away papers at the printer. (Okay, you haven’t seen her do that last one, but you know.) Worst of all, she can help but make backhanded comments about every flower delivery.

“You’re not taking Brandon?” she simpers. “Something wrong?”

“He’s hanging out with a friend this weekend too,” you correct, “and he doesn’t like hay.”

“Shame that,” Johnny adds, sounding like it’s not a shame at all.

You haven’t told him much about Brandon – but you’re sure that Kyle has. From the face Johnny makes the rare times your fiancé comes up in conversation, he doesn’t think much of Brandon.

“Have fun you two!” your manager, Selene, calls.

You wave and shoot Lucy one last, unimpressed glance before stepping onto the elevator with Johnny.

r/CakeEater _OnBrand_ My fiancé is going on a weekend getaway with another man. I’ve posted in r/adultery and r/cakeeater before. I’m not looking for judgement or insults here. I really just want advice.

A little context: my fiancé and I are in an open relationship and it’s been like this for a few months now. I originally asked her to ope the relationship and for a while she was weird about it but lately she’s been getting sbetter. I thought she was finally getting used to me going out with other women and things were getting back to normal.

A few weeks ago, I noticed she was on her phone more. Like, all the time. Even at dinner when she used to be really picky about phones at the table. One day I came home from work and she was talking on the phone to someone. Giggling and laughing. When I turned the corner she was kind of blushing too. It kind of bothered me but I figured she was talking to a friend and just hot from cooking or something.

Lucy texted me pissed off one day, asking why I was sending my fiancé flowers but not her. I told her I hadn’t sent any flowers. I think they’re way too expensive for how long they realistically last and that they take up a lot of unnecessary space. But I thought it was weird that someone was sending my fiancé flowers and got kind of uncomfortable. That’s a pretty romantic gesture and her family isn’t the type to randomly send flowers either.

I tried taking her out on a date but she was all mopey again and turned her phone to ‘do not disturb’ so I wouldn’t even see if she was texting someone. We don’t have much to talk about now. I love her but she’s not a good storyteller or into very interesting things. All her ‘funny stories’ are just mundane things that happen during the day. We’ve run out of interesting topics about because we’ve been together so long. (That’s why I like having more than one partner.)

Yesterday she randomly started packing for a trip. I don’t even think she was planning to tell me until I asked her. She was packing a bunch of cute clothes too. Like dresses and tights and things like that. Stuff she only used to wear on our dates. I asked who she was going with and she just said ‘a friend’ which is weird because she would usually say the name of someone even if I don’t remember who they are.

Well today Lucy sent me a picture of my fiancé leaving her job with some guy. I couldn’t see his face because he was turned away, but I could see the side of my fiancé’s face and she was smiling at him. I got this awful sinking feeling in my chest like it was hard to breathe. It took me a few minutes to process that she’s going away for a weekend with a complete stranger.

Doesn’t she know how dangerous that is? Where did she even meet this guy? They’ll be gone all weekend so are they sharing a room? A bed? I nearly threw up thinking all these things as I called her.

I asked her to cancel her plans and come home. She seemed confused and reminded me that her plans were with someone else and it would be rude to ditch last minute. I told her I wanted to spend the weekend with her and that I’d been missing her. She seemed surprised and said that she’d see me on Sunday night, but she was looking forward to the festival with her ‘friend’ and wanted to go. As a last ditch effort I asked if her friend was more important than me, nearly begging at that point. She must have heard the desperation in my voice, but she just told me that she was already on the road and it was too late.

My fiancé doesn’t like lying but it’s hard to believe this guy was just a friend. Even if she sees him as a friend I know how men think and I doubt he sees her the same way.

She said some other weird stuff before she left about having someone over while she was gone. I don’t get it. How could she just casually invite someone else into our house like that? Has she had other people over? Is she dating now?

I’m not sure what to do. I don’t like that she put this trip over me. Should I talk to her about how bad this makes me feel? Should I call again and tell her to come home more forcefully? Am I blowing all of this out of proportion?

Edit: she doesn’t know that I’ve been seeing Lucy. I haven’t told my fiancé about any of the women I’ve been seeing. (mostly just Lucy and Rachel. I’ve done a lot of texting through apps and gone on a bunch of first place, but most women don’t put out right away and I usually can’t be bothered to get to know them better). Even then, I wouldn’t tell her about lucy. They don’t get along and never have. It would cause a lot of unnecessary drama.

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"i have to go"

"shut up, give me 5 more minutes"

The feeling of abandonment, fortunately, was foreign to you; but now hugging RIN ITOSHI, your boyfriend, seems like torture. You know perfectly well that he isn't leaving forever and that, above all, he is going to follow his main passion, soccer, but that doesn't make you any less sad. You're used to seeing him every day by now, whether it's at school or in the afternoon, but what will happen now?

A week ago, you heard about this project called "Blue Lock": not that you understood much about it, but Rin immediately agreed. And now, hugging him and with his bus not far away, you will spend the supposed next 2 weeks alone. Not that it has never happened to separate you temporarily, due to his skill Rin is often in other prefectures for tournaments, but it is always a matter of a few days before he returns to your arms, his hands on your waist squeezing you stronger every time he returns, as if he had been for the distant days without a hold

But this time, it's a training that, you believe, will also take away his ability to talk to you. You're not sure, but you have the feeling that it will probably be a long time before your next conversation, and even more so for your next lovely kiss

"you're worrying too much. it's only for two weeks, max three"

The boy, despite his usual cold behavior, doesn't dare detach you from him: it's amazing how he can be like that even in a moment like this, but you love him for it too. His hands cupping your face, his fingertips wiping away the small tears that have escaped your eyes; he looks at you with an extra touch of affection, letting you stay close to him

"i know. but it still hurts"

His hands rest on your waist, pushing you a little more against him, an attitude that betrays his usual behavior. He hides it quite well, but you know he's sorry to leave you too. But at the same time he has a very specific goal, which is to become the best striker in the world. And you could never say no to him, in fact, you would hate him if he passed up an opportunity like that, which although complex could be really useful for him

"i have seriously to go. the bus leaves soon"

You bite your tongue, trying to avoid crying like a baby right in front of him, even though he knows perfectly well that you're holding back just to not make the moment more difficult for him. You see him sigh as he brings his lips to your forehead, where he leaves a small kiss, then lowering himself to your lips

"it won't be for long. when I get out of there i'll be even stronger. you already know that i will miss you"

"i'll miss you too. make me prouder of you than i already am"

A light kiss silences you both, his hands now finding it difficult to let you go, now that it's truly time to go for him

"you know i will"

"make the distance worth it, kick some ass"

✶ 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

[callme-holly]

𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐃.𝐂

||۶ৎ darry curtis x johnny's older sister!reader

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The sun casts a gentle glow across the sidewalk as you approach the gate of the house, the rays glinting off the metal like light to a magnifying glass, blinding if you look from the wrong direction. The latch is broken, the hinges rusted and crying as you push it open, but everything seems so… lived in. 

You’ve never really been here, never really seen the people Johnny speaks so highly of. Of course, you’ve heard of the Curtis boys and perhaps seen them in passing, but never stopped to talk. Never to thank them personally for all the things they do for your brother when you can’t. 

You’ve been raising Johnny ever since your parents checked out, working double shifts to try and pay for your own dilapidated apartment where the paint is grey and pallid. He stays with you occasionally—long enough for your parents to not grow suspicious—and then spends the rest of his nights here. Or in the lot, but that part he never tells you. 

The doorknob, probably once a delicate gold, is now worn down from being turned too many times, and the wood is splintered at the bottom right corner, seemingly from where a boot has made contact too many times. It’s charming in its own rugged way, homely, yet broken enough to make you hesitate when knocking.

If these boys were anything like Dallas Winston—the rough hood Johnny claims to be his closest friend—then you would not be all too welcome. In fact, they probably don’t even know who you are, and while Johnny may have mentioned you, it’s not like you’d made the effort to reach out. 

Your knock resounds before you can stop yourself, knuckles rapping against the wood in a soft, repetitive motion that cuts through the silence like a knife. The tension simmers, that uncomfortable waiting game in full force that has you shifting nervously on the spot, the planks of the deck creaking beneath the soles of your shoes. 

There’s a call from inside, muffled and indistinct, then footsteps, heavy yet certain in a way that has your muscles tensing out of pure instinct. Your mind starts to race at such a speed you struggle to keep up; maybe you should just turn away now. Johnny can grab his jacket the next time he’s over… But he needs it now and you really can’t afford to get him a spare… 

Before you can even begin to entertain the idea of turning on your heel, the door opens, and for a moment your breath seems to catch, oxygen escaping you entirely and leaving you winded. 

“Can I help you?” His voice is rough from use, a deep rumble in the back of his throat that makes your stomach flutter and your heart skip a beat. For a moment, you feel akin to a giddy   girl with a crush on her teacher—childish, naive… 

“I—I think my brother left something behind.” Your voice comes out in an almost squeak, weak and pathetic, making you cringe internally and wish for the world to open up and swallow you whole. 

The stranger raises a brow, tilting his head slightly, and you can’t help but notice the wya his bicway flex where he holds the door. It’s enough to make the butterflies flap their wings harder, their little bodies stirring up a storm inside of you, making you feel entirely elated that your brother has such good taste in friends.

“Brother?” He pauses for a few moments, the cogs turning slowly, before his eyes brighten in recognition. “Wait, you’re Johnny’s sister?” 

You nod, maybe a little too quickly, and his bewildered expression quickly melts into  a genuine smile, one that eases your tight muscles and makes any idea that you were unwelcome seems utterly ridiculous. 

“I thought I recognised you. Y’all look alike, really.” He muses, before stepping aside, still holding the door. “You want to come in?” 

Your feet seem to be working faster than your brain, and without any sort of rational thought, you step forward and into the house, immediately enveloped by the sheer warmth that seems to surround the place.

It smells faintly like cooking and smoke, and every piece of furniture looks like it holds at least a thousand memories. The TV in the corner is a little dated and beaten, but it’s more than you have at your place, so you can’t exactly judge. 

He heads towards the general direction of the kitchen, and you follow blindly, like a lost puppy with nowhere better to be. “D’you want a drink or something?” 

His words snap you out of your reverie and you nod again, only once, before deciding maybe words will make you look less weird. “Please. Just a water is fine.” 

You can’t help but watch as he works, drifting about the space with a grace that draws you in like a moth to a flame; his muscles ripple beneath the fabric of his shirt and, god, this is wrong. This is so wrong; this is your brother’s friend and here you are drooling over him like some type of starved animal.

The silence has stretched between you both for a few seconds now, filled only by the clinking of glasses and the running of the tap, and you decide to desist from being awkward much longer before he draws to the conclusion you're weird and kicks you out. 

“Um… You’re Ponyboy, right?” 

The man laughs, deep and rich, and while it’s sweet as honey, it has you growing nervous all over again. He turns slowly, handing you the glass, callused fingers brushing yours and sending sparks through every nerve ending. “That’s my little brother.” He corrects. “I’m Darry.” 

Darry…. 

“Oh.” He must sense your embarrassment, the feeling tacit, as he very quickly adds.

“It’s fine; Johnny must talk about him a lot. They’re close.” He smiles again. “It’s okay.” And the reassurance is enough to have you melting like putty, your bones turning to jelly under the mere sound of his voice. 

Your fingers tighten around the glass, knuckles turning white, a way to ground yourself and try to resist the urge to throw yourself at him. He’s addictive just to look at, and that only makes you more aware of his eyes on you. Not in a judgemental way—just a steady gaze that has you shifting, like he’s trying to read you without asking too much. 

You take a small sip from the water, more out of something to do than actual thirst, letting the liquid soothe the lump in your throat before braving speech once more. “He, uh— He really looks up to guys. Johnny, I mean.” Your stuttering does little to mask your flustered front, but Darry doesn’t seem to mind. 

“Yeah… He’s a really good kid. Shame y’all got dealt such a shitty, you know.” He sits down opposite you, leaning back in the chair like it’s completely natural. “How’s he settling in with you? He said he’d moved in.” 

And the fact that Johnny had even mentioned this much makes you feel a strange sense of warmth, a value that brings you close to tears. And most importantly, Darry had remembered. He knew the whereabouts of your brother.

“He’s doing well. Big change but he’s safer… Happier, I hope.” 

Darry nods, dropping his gaze to the table top, fingers tracing the grains of the wood idly. “It’s nice to know he’s got someone else who cares ‘bout him.” 

There’s something tender behind those words that has your heart beating a thousand times faster, and you stand suddenly, needing to escape the urge to grab him by the collar and just… No.

“I should probably grab his jacket.” the words come out in a garbled rush. “Don’t want to get in the way of anything!” 

Darry looks suddenly startled, eyes widening slightly, and you’d feel bad if it weren’t for the fact he had your stomach in knots. But he points casually to the living room regardless in a way that is almost natural; He doens’t seem in much of a rush to get rid of you.

Sure enough, Johnny’s jacket is folded over the back of the couch like it belongs there. Your fingers brush over the worn denim of the collar, and everything about it feels safe. Stable. Like home. 

“Y’know,” Darry starts, still watching you carefully. “He talks about you a lot, too.” 

“He does?” You don’t turn, not at first, too scared to make full eye contact out of fear of short-circuiting. 

He hums, standing and walking towards you. “Yeah. Says you work too hard and that he worries you don’t take time for yourself.” 

The lump that forms in your throat is different now—burning and unexpected. It’s a pain you didn’t realise was lingering, the epiphany that your little brother is concerned because you’re the last piece of family he’s got… 

“I’m trying,” you admit, keeping your gaze down. “Sometimes it doesn’t feel like enough.” 

There’s a beat, and then his fingers are tilting your chin up, touching feather-light but enough to make your cheeks warm. Your eyes meet his own; green and perfect, like the calmest parts of the ocean, the parts where you’d trust the currents to carry you anywhere. 

“You being here? You supporting him through everything? That’s enough. Trust me.” His voice is low now, soft and a little more genuine. “You dont gotta carry it all on your own.” 

Something about the way in which he says it cracks you open, and you nod again, not trying your voice, afraid it might shatter and give you away.

Darry glances to the door, then back at you. "If you want, you can stay a minute. Nobody's back for a while and the company's nice..."

You hesitate. Part of you knows you should go, that if you accept this offer, you're giving in to a trap you know is wrong to fall into. That being here, this close, is dangerous. But there's another part, deep in the depths of your heart, that is starving for comfort, warmth, and everything he's giving you…

So you shrug, biting your lip to hold back the full force of your smile.

"A minute wouldn't hurt."

He smiles back—real, warm—and gestures towards the couch.

"Alright, sweetheart. Take a load off."

And you do, talking about anything and everything, relieving yourself of weights you didn't even know existed. Suddenly, the Curtis house doesn't feel quite so unfamiliar anymore 

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