#yerin masterlist

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𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: jung yerin (yerin) 1996, ex g-friend. ♡

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Soo... the series is done in 6 parts, get down for the links, by @coldfanbou

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

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single mom!reader

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𝓨𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓝𝓸

pile 1 -- > pile 2 -- > pile 3 pile 4 -- > pile 5 -- > pile 6

my masterlist<3 . paid readings Hello my beautiful souls ✨ I am here with part two of my yes or no pacs! Remember to meditate, take a deep breath, and pick whatever pile calls to you the most. My readings are meant for everyone, no matter what sexuality or identity you are. Since this is a general reading, make sure to take what resonates and leave what doesn't.

Pile 1 Card: Two of Wands

Yes, although I would as that the Two of Wands is closer to a maybe. I would say that the result really depends on your actions right now and how you go about this situation. Stay strong and courageous.

Advice Cards:

Put your tasks and goals in order

Deep, deep down, something needs attention

It's time to try something new!

Channeled Song:

Pile 2 Card: The Chariot

Yes, you need to stay consistent and keep your head high in this situation. Be brave and bold!

Advice Cards:

Love is the answer to your current situation

Release unhelpful influences and fears

Keep the faith. Stay intentioned. Your perseverance will pay off

Channeled Song:

Pile 3 Card: King of Swords

Yes, but in this situation, you need to more logic and use problem solving skills to get what you want. Following your heart may not get you the results you want.

Advice Cards:

You are much stronger than you think

Use your creativity to accomplish

Your body needs your attention

Remove all resistances and move into a state of flow

Channeled Song:

Pile 4 Card: Three of Pentacles

Yes, you will achieve what you want when you are willing to work with others and trust the people around you.

Advice Card:

It's time to realize the blueprint of your soul

Yes, you can . . . Set it into motion!

Weigh your situation carefully

Channeled Song:

Pile 5 Card: The Wheel of Fortune

Yes, but remember just as the wheels can turn on your favour, they can move away from you just as quickly. Luck is on your side.

Advice Cards:

Awareness opens a field of possibility in your life

Release all attachments that do not serve you

Release what you do not need. Let go of some extraneous aspects of your life

Channeled Song:

Pile 6 Card: The Devil

No, your obsessions and addictions may get the better of you in this situation. Don't give in to simple temptations. Advice Cards:

In harmony with your inner self, you are free to do be whatever you choose

Spend some time in stillness to reflect

It's is time to unclutter your body, mind, and spirit

Channeled Song:

Thanks for tuning in₊‧.°.⋆🫧•˚₊‧⋆.

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One-Shot Masterlist

The is the part of my Masterlist with every one-shot story that will (most likey) not get a squeal, sorted by group. It starts off with how my original Masterlist was sorted, so scroll down to find you favorite idol/group. For bigger, orgy-type smuts with multiple idols (2+), look at the (features), though some are in Series' ;)

IZ*ONE One-Shots are in my IZ*ONE Masterlist, all series' are in my Series Masterlist!

IZ*ONE MASTERLIST HERE

SERIES MASTERLIST HERE

Stats: 80 Links; 51 Stories linked; 40 Groups with 111 Idols written

GFRIEND/VIVIZ

Yerin - Say It Again

Eunha, Umji - Commas, Colons, Cumming 

Sinb, Eunha - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 1)

Sowon, Yuju, Yerin, Eunha - Vexatious (orgy, 17some) (futa!Eunha)

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ITZY

Yeji - Dazed (ft. Yoojung)

Yeji, Yuna - C.Ollection (super orgy, 10some)

Yuna - Maknae Royale (orgy, 9some)

Lia - (T)highly likely

Chaeryeong - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Lia - Series Masterlist (Phone)

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Weki Meki

Yoojung - Dazed (ft. Yeji)

Yoojung - Carry a Stranger (Quickie)

Rina - Vexatious (orgy, 17some)

Doyeon - Series Masterlist (Possession of the Queen)

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I.O.I

Yoojung - Dazed (ft. Yeji)

Yoojung - Carry a Stranger (Quickie)

Somi - Let It All Out (Quickie)

Somi, Chungha - Plan B

Somi - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Somi - Maknae Royale (orgy, 9some)

Doyeon - Series Masterlist (Possession of the Queen)

Mina - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

Chaeyeon - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

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TWICE

Dahyun - Commitment

Dahyun - Scandal (Quickie)

Dahyun, Mina, Sana - Kim Corruption: The Video Version

Mina, Tzuyu - C.Ollection (super orgy, 10some)

Mina, Sana - Four Cherries (IZ*ONE + TWICE 5some)

Mina, Nayeon - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Momo, Chaeyoung - Hot Helping Hands

Momo - Teased Promotion (Quickie)

Mina - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 1)

Sana - Series Masterlist (Phone)

Nayeon - Series Masterlist (Phone)

Tzuyu - Series Masterlist (Phone)

Jeongyeon - Series Masterlist (Phone)

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aespa

Karina - Do-Nothing-Day (fluff)

Karina - Mildly Unfair (ft. Wonyoung, Eunbi)

Winter - LOYAnaL (Quickie ft. Chaewon)

Winter - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

NingNing - The Pull (ft. Hyewon)

Winter, Karina - Vexatious (orgy, 17some) (futa!Karina)

Giselle - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon Series - Season 1)

Karina - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon Series - Season 2)

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Dreamcatcher

Yoohyeon, Sua, Gahyeon - Labyrinth of the Six (Everglow vs Dreamcatcher 7some)

Yoohyeon, Sua - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Gahyeon - Maknae Royale (orgy, 9some)

Handong, Siyeon, Dami - Vexatious (orgy, 17some) (futa!Handong)

JiU - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon Series - Season 1)

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WJSN

Exy - New Lyrics

Luda - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon Series - Season 1)

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EVERGLOW

E:U, Sihyeon, Aisha - Labyrinth of the Six (Everglow vs Dreamcatcher 7some)

Yiren - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Yiren - Maknae Royale (orgy, 9some)

Yiren - Series Masterlist (Phone)

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fromis_9

Jiheon, Chaeyoung, Nagyung - C.Ollection (super orgy, 10some)

Hayoung - The Gamer and the Pornstar (ft. Sakura of IZONE)

Hayoung, Nagyung - Vexatious (orgy, 17some)

Jiheon - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon Series - Season 2)

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IVE

Yujin - Inspection Day (ft. Eunbi, Chaewon) TW

Yujin - C.Ollection (super orgy, 10some)

Gaeul - Beautiful, Beautiful Power (futa!Gaeul)

Gaeul - Paradise (fluff/angst)

Gaeul - Pink Sheets of the Gangbang Queen (Quickie)

Rei - Two Selfies (Quickie)

Rei - Two Selfies and a GIF

Liz - Perfection, We Find

Wonyoung, Rei, Gaeul - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Wonyoung - Maknae Royale (orgy, 9some)

Yujin - Series Masterlist (Eleven to One-Universe)

Yujin - Series Masterlist (T[w]o find love)

Gaeul - Series Masterlist (T[w]o find love)

Gaeul - Series Masterlist (Blonde)

Rei - Series Masterlist (T[w]o find love)

Rei - Series Masterlist (Double Stacked)

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Kep1er

Xiaoting - Changer (Quickie)

Xiaoting - To Share A Drink (ft. Shuhua & Yuqi)

Xiaoting - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Xiaoting, Yujin - Highkey (Quickie)

Dayeon - Dayeons Disciplinary Diary (with Chaehyun & Xiaoting)

Hikaru, Bahiyyih, Youngeun, Yeseo - A Keplian Rocket (Quickie)

Xiaoting - Series Masterlist (T[w]o find love)

Xiaoting - Series Masterlist (On her)

Chaehyun - Series Masterlist (T[w]o find love)

Chaehyun - Series Masterlist (Double Stacked)

Dayeon - Series Masterlist (T[w]o find love)

Yujin - Series Masterlist (T[w]o find love)

Mashiro - Series Masterlist (T[w]o find love)

Mashiro - Series Masterlist (A member for the members)

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CLC

Seungyeon - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Yujin - Series Masterlist (T[w]o find love)

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LOONA

Heejin - In Vino Veritas (Quickie)

Heejin - The Real Daddy (Quickie) (futa!Heejin)

Gowon - Revelation in a Shower

Yeojin - You asked for it

Yeojin, Jinsoul - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Yeojin - Maknae Royale (orgy, 9some)

Heejin - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

Hyunjin - Series Masterlist (On her)

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LE SSERAFIM

Chaewon - Four Cherries (IZ*ONE + TWICE 5some)

Chaewon - LOYAnaL (Quickie ft. Winter of aespa)

Chaewon - Inspection Day (ft. Eunbi, Yujin) TW

Chaewon, Sakura - Fanmating (3Kim Quickie ft. Minju)

Chaewon, Sakura - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Sakura - Legendary Cookies (IZ*ONE 6some)

Yunjin, Kazuha - When Life Gives You Bandmates, Make A Mess Out Of Them

Yunjin, Kazuha - HCHQ - Double Team (futa!idols)

Chaewon - Series Masterlist (My Kinky Wife)

Sakura - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 1 & 2)

Kazuha - Series Masterlist (On her)

Yunjin - Series Masterlsit (My Kinky Wife)

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Red Velvet

Yeri - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

Yeri - Maknae Royale (orgy, 9some)

Irene - Series Masterlist (On her)

Seulgi - C'mon (ft. Jini, Haewon) (idol x idol)

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woo!ah!

Nana - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

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(G)I-DLE

Shuhua, Yuqi - To Share A Drink (ft. Xiaoting)

Miyeon - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Minnie, Yuqi, Miyeon - To Glide (idol x idol x idol)

Minnie - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

Shuhua - Series Masterlist (Phone)

Miyeon - Series Masterlist (On her)

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StayC

Isa - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

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gugudan

Mina - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

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Rocket Punch

Yeonhee - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

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Girls’ Generation

Tiffany, Sooyoung - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Yoona - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

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DIA

Chaeyeon - Series Masterlist (Spaceship: Horizon - Season 2)

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Weeekly

Monday - Series Masterlist (On her)

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BLACKPINK

Rose - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Rose - The Interview

Jennie - Series Masterlist (On her)

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Apink

Bomi - Series Masterlist (Phone)

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NewJeans

Minji - Dr. Minji (Quickie)

Minji, Hanni - Glossy Friendship (futa!Minji)

Minji - Series Masterlist (On her)

Hanni - Series Masterlist (On her)

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KARD

Jiwoo - Helping my divine friend with something although she could help herself because I’m such a nice guy but I really misjudged things and now they go wrong 

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cignature

Jeewon - Fresh, Right from the Source

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Oh My Girl

Arin - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Yooa - GAMBLE (futa!Yooa x Female Reader)

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Soloist

IU - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

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MAMAMOO

Hwasa - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

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NMIXX

Sullyoon - Just Testing (super orgy, 31some, scroll down for link)

Sullyoon - SULLied MINd (ft. Minju)

Jini - C'mon (ft. Seulgi, Haewon) (idol x idol)

Haewon - C'mon (ft. Jini, Seulgi) (idol x idol)

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LIGHTSUM

Sangah, Chowon - It takes two to shut her up (futa!Chowon)

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Purple Kiss

Swan - Maknae Royale (orgy, 9some)

Goeun - Vexatious (orgy, 17some)

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tripleS

Sohyun - Series Masterlist (A member for the members)

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Pixy

Sua - Vexatious (orgy, 17some)

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Lovelyz

Sujeong - Vexatious (orgy, 17some)

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TRI.BE

Hyunbin - Vexatious (orgy, 17some)

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Link for Just Testing

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[mechaknight-98]

NSFW Masterlist

One Shots

Which witch ft Arin, Eunbi, Jihyo

The Interview ft Nayeon, and Sana

Deep in the water ft Minju

Foundations ft Nayeon Jeongyeon

No tomorrow ft Jihyo Park

Road trip part II ft Tzuyu and Sana

PreyII ft Momo Hirai

Trepidation ft Dahyun

Pit Stop ft Tzuyu

Confusion ft Arin

The Fake Mommy ft Yujin

Brave Ft Jihyo Park

Abysswalker Ft Han Chowon

Extreme Sports ft Jiheon

Make you Mine Ft Han Chowon

Aphasia ft Momo

Memories ft Chaewon

Outrage ft Nayoung

Rise up ft Jiu and Yoohyeon

Paradigm Trigger ft Jihyo

The hounds of Apophis ft Sakura Miyawaki and Jihyo

All nighter ft Sakura Miyawaki and Jihyo

Picture perfect ft Jihyo

Dominance ft Yel

Stupid Cheese Cat ft Karina

Abducted ft Jihyo

Stacking bodies ft Hyewon

Beastmaster's bond V ft Chaehyun

ATB ft Chaehyun, Jeewon, Arin

Winners and losers ft. Hayoung Song

Enigmatic Ft Jinsoul

Enchantment ft Arin

A quiet moment ft Tzuyu

Giving Blood ft Yel

Black Lungs ft Eunha

DYDOA Ft Eunha

Undaunted ft Sejeong

Ranger Reject ft Chaehyun and Jiheon

Human Resources ft Hyewon

Kan’t Relax ft Sakura Miyawaki

Road Trip Ft Tzuyu and Nayeon

Beastmaster’s Bond IV ft Chaehyun

Ardor Ft Sakura Miyawaki

Seeing Magenta ft Arin

Team Up I Ft Chodan

Beastmaster’s Bond III ft Chaehyun

Unexpected results ft Nagyung

Uncanny ft Arin

Game Face ft Hyeju

Intensity ft Haewon

Many paths few resolutions ft Yujin

Beastmaster’s bond II ft Chaehyun

Teal flames ft Sakura Miyawaki

1800-Hot-NFun ft Sakura Miyawaki

Perfect night ft Sakura Miyawaki

Na matsuri Da ft Sakura Miyawaki

Lotus Junction ft Chaewon

Aftermath ft Sejeong

Full Circle ft MiChaeang

Beastmaster’s Bond I ft Chaehyun

First Time ft: Yerin

Instinctive Insight part II ft Chaehyun

Festival Prep ft Sakura Miyawaki

Instinctive Insight ft Chaehyun

Aggression ft Sohee

Festivities ft Sakura Miyawkai

Paragon ft Yeji

Bon Voyage ft Yoohyeon

Vehement ft Chaeyoung (twice)

Edge of tomorrow ft Dami

Louder voice ft Sakura Miyawaki

No Return ft Sakura Miyawaki

Empress ft Hyewon and Eunbi

Force of will ft Chaeyoung Twice

Reciprocal Feelings ft Natty

Caiju Clean up Crew ft Momo

Kozy ft Karina

Masquerade Part II ft Sejeong

Rash Revelries ft Sana and Jihyo

Celebrations ft Jihyo

Skyline ft Eunbi and Hyewon

Overwhelming Overtime ft Sua

Party Time ft Jeewon

Party time 0 ft dahyun

Anniversary Gifts ft Haseul

Best buddies ft SinB

Home Run ft Sohee

Overlord ft Eunbi and hyewon

Prey ft Chuu

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Precious Truths: Part 14

Fandom: Bridgerton

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x F!Reader

Summary: After your father finds out you’ve been writing under a male pseudonym, he threatens to marry you off to an atrocious man unless you find yourself a husband within a month’s time.

A/N: yall i still can't believe sophie is asian. im so frickin happy dude. yerin is gonna be amazing. i just know it. anyway, enjoy!

Series Masterlist

You hide behind your hand as you snort with laughter. Benedict is beaming beside you. Hearing your laughter again makes his heart soar.

After your mother-in-law granted permission for his visitation, he immediately prepared himself for the trip to France. He was excited to see you, but he was also nervous. Therefore, he dragged Eloise with him. His younger sister wasn't in the mood to witness another pair of lovesick fools, however, she had never been to France. So she took up the opportunity to regardless. At the moment, a part of her regrets accompanying her brother.

"Hang on, how did you not know she was married?" Eloise asks Benedict.

"I never saw her wear a ring and her home didn't seem like a man lived in it!"

You chuckle, shaking your head, "How is it you always find yourselves in such situations, Ben?"

"Because he is an idiot, Y/N," Eloise responds and you laugh. Your laughter even brings a smile on Eloise's face, "Sorry to change the subject, but I hope you have been well, Y/N."

You softly smile at the young woman you always saw as a sister, "I'm getting better, Eloise. It definitely helps that you and Ben are here," you rest a hand on Benedict's and Eloise's, "Your company was very much needed."

"Always here to help," Benedict says softly.

"You didn't say long you'll be staying here for."

"Madame Montclair has allowed us a week, unless you grow tired of us."

You scoff, "I will never grow tired of you, Ben," realizing what you said you add, "And you, Eloise! Don't tell your siblings, but you two are probably my favorite Bridgertons."

Eloise hums, "Oh, please, Y/N. We already knew that," she bumps your shoulder with a cheeky grin and you two giggle.

Benedict watches as you and Eloise discuss your current works. Every once in a while, you'd turn to him and ask him a question. And every time your eyes fall upon him, the world goes quiet and he feels at ease.

________________________

Benedict gets along well with your mother and father-in-law. They, too, are fond of the arts and are in deep conversation with Benedict and his time at the academy here in France.

You can't help but feel a sense of pride fill you as Monsieur and Madame Montclair laugh at Benedict's jokes, praise him for his successes, and, overall, displays an openness to him. However, James had told you that is just how your mama and papa have always been. Good people.

Their relationship often makes you think if that's how your parents would have turned out if your mama hadn't passed early on. Would your father still love and care for you? Would he be happy and proud of your success as a writer?

The thought of him made you lose your appetite. You place your fork and knife down with a frown, immediately bringing you to the attention of papa.

"Are you alright, ma fille?"

"I apologize, I've suddenly lost my appetite. Is it alright if I step outside for a moment?"

Mama nods, "Yes, of course. Shall one of us go with you?"

"I will be alright. It'll just be for a moment, excuse me." You look to Ben with a nod and then to Eloise. Everyone watches as you exit the dining room.

Benedict clears his throat, "Forgive me if this seems inappropriate, but how has Y/N been doing from your perspective?" he asks the older couple, "She's only told me that she has her good days and bad days, but nothing truly more than that."

Madame Montclair sighs, dabbing at her lips with her napkin, "It is true. Much like my husband and I, Y/N feels as though she has accepted her life without James. Other days, it's hard to even go about her day without being stricken with grief. But as the months have come and gone, I think she is slowly healing. Her desire to go back out into the world becoming stronger and stronger. She will be going back to London after your visit."

Benedict and Eloise look at each other in surprise, "She hadn't told us that yet."

"Ah. Well, I apologize for that. I'm sure she was going to tell you. But I do think it's good that you two are here. I can already see she's happier."

Benedict softly smiles and nods, "Yes, well, my sister and I care a great deal about Y/N."

"That much is very clear, Mister Bridgerton," Monsieur Montclair says, "And I hope when she returns to London, you continue to care for her. We, too care a great deal about her." The older man gives a stern look to Benedict, one like a father scolding a son.

Benedict nervously clears his throat, "Yes, of course, sir."

_______________________

You're sitting on a bench outside, letting the air cool you. You're not sure how long you've been out there, but Benedict comes out with concern etched all over your face. He sits beside on the bench, hand grabbing yours to warm them, "Are you alright?" he asks, using his breath to warm your now cold fingers.

You sigh, "Yes. I'm sorry to leave dinner like that."

"It's fine. I just want to know what happened."

"Just watching James' parents made me think of my own. They made me wonder if, had mama not died, would they end up like that? Happy and proud of me? Would papa still love me and admire my work rather than scold me and cast me aside?"

Benedict squeezes your hand, "I understand. I, too, often think about how life would be if my father didn't pass. But I think it's best not to dwell on those things. If you get too caught up in it, you miss out on the wonderful things that are happening now right in front of you."

You hum, looking down at your fingers intertwined with Benedict's, "My aunt once told me after my mama passed, that in death, there is life. New beginnings. I suppose she is right. After mama's death, started my desire to publish my writings. With James' death, he brought you back into my life." You stare into Benedict's eyes, seeing how soft they are as they look back at you.

You find yourself leaning closer and Benedict is too, "Ben-"

"Everything alright?" you hear Eloise as she approaches and you two immediately create some distance between each other.

You clear your throat and look over your shoulder, "Yes! We were just about to head back inside."

"Very well. Make haste, it's cold out!"

___________________________

Your almost kiss with Benedict kept you up that night. You've been mentally scolding yourself for your weak resolve. He had only been staying with you for a few days and you are already throwing yourself at him. Your heart has always been weak when it came to Benedict. Even after falling in love with James, your love for him never compared to the love you had for Benedict. You always knew this.

However, it hasn't been a year since James had passed and you're already moving on with another man. You can't in good conscience do such a thing to James like that, even if he already knew how your heart had always belonged to Benedict.

Still. You need to control yourself around Benedict no matter how much your heart yearns for him.

[chanswhxre]

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♡ Pairing : felix x reader

♡ Genre : smut , idol! felix, makeup artist! reader

♡ Word count : 3.8k+

♡ Warnings : 18+ NSFW, explicit sexual content, swearing, fingering, handjob, oral sex (m. & f. receiving), unprotected sex (istg dont be careless) creampie, breast play, nipple sucking, use of sex enhancement pills, felix is a horny baby

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It was 2 o'clock in the morning, and Felix, Minho, Jeongin, and Seungmin were busy getting ready for today's live show. They did the usuals, take a shower, eat a little something to energize themselves, brush their teeth, and blow dry their hair, it's been their routine for almost a month since they have been practicing for their performance and made a new choreography for Christmas EveL.

"Hyung, where did you put the vitamins?" Felix asked as he searched the cupboards. Minho finally had the time yesterday to rearrange the kitchen since it didn't have a system which was taking them more time to roam around than be done in a minute.

"In the cupboard above the coffee maker. Hurry up, the van is here!" Minho answered from the living room.

Felix quickly went to the cupboard and popped 2 pills in his mouth, one for vitamin C and one is B-complex..or that's what he thought it was. He didn't bother to look at the bottles because the caplet looked so much like their B-complex caplet and what could go wrong if he drank the wrong one anyways? Felix was too sleepy to care and all the bottles they put in the kitchen were only food supplements and vitamins so it wasn't really a big deal, he could've popped in Seungmin's ginseng supplement or the multivitamins that Jeongin was taking. All the medicine was separated into the bathroom's first aid kit so it's safe.

"Yongbok-ah! Let's go!" He heard Minho yell from the door.

"Coming!" Felix said and just left the bottle on the kitchen counter, he'll just put it back after work, he thought to himself.

They arrived at the venue and everyone was busy preparing for the show. You were assigned to do Felix's makeup and assist with his costume for today. Felix sits down on the makeup chair all sleepy.

"Good morning, Mr. Sleepyhead." You chuckled as you proceeded to comb his hair.

"Oh, hey. Good morning y/n. I thought you were doing Hyunjin's today." He replied as he looked at himself in the mirror.

"Yerin and I were swapped last minute. She's on training with Ms. Cha and she's doing Hyunjin's makeup today." You explained and Felix nodded. His hair was still damp so you plugged in the hair dryer and dried his hair.

"Sorry, I woke up kind of late so I didn't have time to blow dry properly." He apologized and yawned.

"No worries, cutie." You smiled reassuringly knowing that Felix was very tired from yesterday's rehearsals and now, they'll be having one final rehearsal before the actual show.

You have been the boys' hair and makeup artist for 2 years already and you have shared many wonderful memories with the team and them. You were close to all the members, especially Changbin, Hyunjin, and Felix to the point where you even got invited to have coffee with them or go out with them on some days off and still kept that professional line but as the days went by, you hung out a lot with Felix the most considering your mutual obsession with games and baking. You got to know him better to the point that you consider each other close friends with nicknames on eachother's contacts, going grocery shopping, walking down parks, baking whatever you guys think of at your place, playing games late at night on discord, and have heart to heart talks.

When you finished drying Felix's hair, you received a text message from Junsuk, the stylist that was assigned to Felix, that he's had an emergency and cannot come in for the day but thankfully, he told you he left all of Felix's undergarments and accessories in one suitcase and the costume inside a blue clothes bag. You explained it to Felix and thankfully, he understood.

"Alright, I need you dressed up first." You said as you handed him the hanger with his costume. He was going to wear a black leather jacket, white inner shirt, and red & black checkered pants today and you would be lying if you weren't excited to see him in that outfit again the same as yesterday's rehearsals, especially when he'd wear that heart choker.

You set up your station and laid all the makeup, brushes, and everything important on the table for easy access while waiting for Felix to get dressed. A few moments later, he went back to you and quickly sat on the chair, with a hint of discomfort on his face.

"You okay? Are the pants too tight?" You asked him as he was squirming a little bit, adjusting the hem and belt of his pants. "Did you successfully put on that complicated belt?"

"No, it's good and yes, I managed to secure the belt." He said and settled down so you could style his hair. Felix was playing a game on his phone while you styled his hair, dry rehearsals were moved to a later time due to unforeseen circumstances so everyone had time to chill in the dressing room. Other members who were done with costumes and hair were either eating, napping, or playing games. Makeup would be put on later at least 1-2 hours before the show.

"Hey uh, y/n? Is my hair done already?" Felix asked and you notice him squeeze his thighs a bit.

"Yes. All done." You answered and put down the hair spray and put a clip on the middle part of his bangs to make sure his hair will be well parted. You went in front of Felix to do his skincare before putting on makeup. "Let me just prep your skin and then you can go rest for a bit."

Felix nodded. You leveled your face to his and saw that his face was turning into a light shade of pink and he was sweating a little even though the AC was on full blast.

"Woah, are you okay? You feeling sick?" You asked him with a worried tone and felt his forehead. He wasn't having a fever even though his cheeks were now completely flushed. Felix shook his head.

"Can I..can I go change my pants while I..rest?" Felix sighed. You thought maybe the pants were really that tight and he was just pretending earlier so you checked it only to see a full-on erection. Felix scratched the armrest, and you could see he was uncomfortable and that must be painful.

"Sure," you said and you handed him his sweatpants. "Um..sorry I can't help but notice but can you stand?" You whispered to him. He looked at you with puppy dog eyes, afraid and embarrassed with his situation of having a full visible erection this early in the morning with no triggers. Felix didn't know what was happening to his body, all he feels is that he is hot, horny, and aching for release as soon as possible.

"I'm s-sorry. I don't know what's happening to me." Felix apologized and tried to cover his hard on with the sweatpants you handed him.

"It's okay. Probably just a delayed morning wood, yeah?" You said trying to reassure him it wasn't making you uncomfortable. He nodded and you helped him stand up. He winced when he did, the tight restraints of the pants probably squeezing him painfully tight. You didn't want to think of it as hot that you can finally see the outline of Felix's dick, but you couldn't help it. With the time you spent with Felix, you couldn't help but get a little crush on this remarkable man.

Hyunjin approached Felix with the skz-talker camera but then quickly shut it off when he noticed something wasn't right. "You okay, Lix?" Hyunjin asked as he saw you escorting Felix who can barely walk.

"He has a stomachache. Just tell them he went to the bathroom when someone asks okay?" You answered for Felix since you noticed he couldn't form words anymore. Hyunjin nodded.

"I'll ask someone to fetch medicine for you, okay Lixie-ah?" Hyunjin said.

You assisted him to the PWD bathroom so he could have his privacy and he went inside. You promised you'd wait for him outside with a small towel and wet wipes in your bag to clean up with. A few minutes in, Felix peeked his head out and called you.

"I'm sorry to ask you but I can't seem to unbuckle this stupid belt." Felix shyly asked. He had a complicated belt on, easy to put on but difficult to remove and you didn't know why Junsuk insisted on this. You looked down the hallway to see if anyone was around and good thing it was empty and the restroom was at the far end of the hallway.

You went inside and locked the door just in case. Felix held himself on the rails, panting and biting his lip. You proceeded to unbuckle his complex belt, removing first that weird out-of-place lock then the three buttons that were holding the excess so it won't dangle while dancing. You accidentally brushed on his dick which made him quiver. He was so needy and desperate for touch and your heart couldn't handle him suffering like that, you wanted to offer a helping hand. You mustered your courage when you finally removed the belt and hung it on the rail.

"D-do you want some help with uh, with this?" You asked him.

His eyes quickly dart to you with a flustered look. He blinked and nodded, too horny to say no but still a little shy to say yes.

"Umm...If it's okay with you." He said, avoiding your gaze.

"Yeah, it's okay with me." You gave him a reassuring smile and proceeded to unbutton his pants. He wiggled from the tight restraints and his cock sprung free, all flushed and leaking with precum.

"Fuck." Felix whimpered when you wrapped your hand around his thick member. You've only imagined this as one of your guilty pleasures but now you finally got to see it in all its glory. You stroked him a little before you spit on his cock. You clearly saw it twitch and his eyes were glued on you, watching you stroke his wet cock deliciously.

Felix tightened his grip on the rails, your hand just felt so good stroking his cock that he involuntary bucked his hips to meet with your strokes. Your face was close to Felix's and you swear you could feel your wetness pooling between your thighs.

"Feel good?" You asked him and he nodded fervently.

"Yes, fuck yes!" Felix moaned. You didn't expect him to be loud, of course you liked hearing him moan it was music to your ears but someone else might hear.

"Sshh..someone might hear you." You whisper in his ear and Felix felt shivers down his spine when you grazed his earlobe. You cover his mouth and stared at him while you quickened the pace. Up, down, up, down, oh how dumbed down he was watching your hand move on his dick and hearing lewd sounds coming from it. He wondered what it would feel with your pretty mouth wrapped around it but he'll take what he can get right now. His cock twitched imagining things and you knew he was close. As much as you wanted to stay like this with him and deny him his release until he begs for it, you had a schedule to keep. Maybe you'll get another opportunity.

Squelching, muffled moans, and shaky breaths were all you could hear in the restroom. Felix was bucking his hips to meet your strokes. His whimpers and moans became louder and you could feel him drooling over your hand without thought, you removed your hand from his mouth to hear him, not caring about anything anymore but him. You just stared at him in awe of having this gorgeous man a slave to your touch.

"Gonna cum!" He huffed.

"Alright, cum for me now. That's it.." You encouraged him and that sent him over the edge. Felix let out the deepest, sexiest groan you have ever heard as his muscles tightened, eyes screwed shut, dick twitching, and spilling his cum all over your hand and on the floor. You wrapped your free arm around his waist to hold him up as his knees weakened. You guided him on a plastic chair inside the bathroom before you went to clean yourself up then the floor. There was so much cum, he probably hadn't released for weeks.

"T-thanks y/n.." Felix said when he finally catches his breath.

"Anytime, Lix." You winked, got the small towel and wipes from your bag, and handed it to him. "Now, go get cleaned up and I'll wait for you in the dressing room okay?" You said and Felix nodded.

"This isn't going to change anything between us, right?" Felix asked, worried that these events would change the relationship you two had.

"It would or it won't." You answered which made Felix more worried but you reassured him instead, saying what really was going through your mind without shame. "What I mean is, we could do this again sometimes or we could just pretend it didn't happen." You shrugged acting all cool about it when you really want Felix to say he wanted to do this again too.

"I would..love to do this again..with you." He shyly said and that made your heart flutter.

"Then things between us are going to change. For the better though." You giggled and kissed his cheek.

You went back to the dressing room and waited for Felix there. Hyunjin handed you the medicine he got for Felix. He was worried but you told him that Felix will be alright and he sighed in relief. You loved how the members worry and care for each other.

Felix came back to the dressing room and approached you immediately telling you a slight little problem.

"It's back." Felix whispered. He was already wearing loose sweatpants so it wasn't showing but you could feel that he was uncomfortable.

"Again? But you just.." You trailed off.

"I don't know what's happening to me..I'm not even thinking of something lewd." Felix said, a little panicked.

"Well, your dry rehearsals start in an hour. We don't have the time.." You said, already rushing him to sit down on the chair to do his skin prep and makeup.

"It's fine. It doesn't hurt the way it did earlier. I can manage but the..bulge." He said. He was going to wear those skinny pants back and he was worried it would be visible for the whole world to see.

You thought of an idea to alter his costume at the last minute. You called your colleague to fetch the skirt that Hyunjin rejected to wear and made Felix wear it instead to cover what he needs to be covered.

"Let's just deal with it after the show, yeah?" You winked and that made Felix bite his lip in anticipation.

After the show ended, you found yourself pinned to the wall of your apartment by Felix, kissing you hungrily like a starved wolf. No more boundaries, he said. You kept on kissing and groping each other, discarding your clothes one by one as you made your way to your bedroom with only your underwear now. You both fell onto the bed and you were above him when he quickly flipped the two of you so that he was on top. His hard cock pressed onto your thighs as his hand ripped the thin fabric covering your core.

"I'll buy you lots of new ones tomorrow," Felix growled and bit your neck.

The needy and whiny Felix earlier was gone. His eyes were darker than usual. Your lips were now swollen from the kissing and biting since the elevator but you didn't mind at all, you were both craving each other. His fingers dipped into your soaking wet core and rubbed your clit in circles.

"Fuck yes!" You moaned and tangled your fingers in his hair.

"Already so wet for me. Shit." He moaned. "Gonna take good care of you tonight."

He kissed you one last time before he latched his lips on your nipple. He circled his tongue around it until it was hard then proceeded to the other one. He trailed kisses down to your stomach until he reached your core. He held the back of your thighs, pushed them up, and aggressively sucked your sensitive clit which made you arch your back. He licked and sucked on every good spot, his saliva running down his chin, so messy, so hot. He inserted a finger as he flicked your clit with his tongue. It felt so good that you felt that familiar knot in your stomach already. 

"Gonna..cum," you moaned as you grabbed his hair.

"Gonna cum for me, yeah?" Felix cooed as he quickened his pace in finger fucking you and sucking your clit which was driving you insane. You arched your back as you dissolved into pleasure, your walls spasming and contracting on Felix's finger. After you came down from your high, you pulled Felix up to see the mess you'd made on his face and God was it such a luscious sight. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before you pushed him down the bed, straddled and kissed him, tasting yourself on his mouth. You trailed kisses down his neck, to his chest, and abs, then down to the hem of his boxers.

"I've been dying to put this cock in my mouth earlier." You groaned and removed his boxers.

"And I've been dying to know what that pretty little mouth feels like." Felix bit his lip as your lips hovered over the tip of his already leaking cock.

He hissed when you licked the tip, small, kitten licks enough to make him go insane. He threw his head back and closed his eyes as he felt your warm mouth envelope his cock. So warm, so wet, oh it felt better than what he had imagined. You hollowed your cheeks and took all of him in your mouth. Giving him occasional deep throats that made you gag with how big he is. You swirled your tongue as you moved your head up and down his thick cock and that was it for him, he moaned loudly and unconsciously bucked his hips. You popped his dick out of your mouth to stare at his blissful face.

"Good?" You asked him with a smirk.

"Fuck, it's better than what I've imagined." He smiled. "C'mere."

He pulled you up to kiss him, and you positioned your aching, dripping cunt over the tip of his cock and slowly sank down on his cock. He filled you up nice and good. You moved slowly, adjusting to his girth.

"What got you so riled up today, hm?" You asked him as you slowly moved up and down his cock, his hands squeezing your waist and his lips parted.

"I really don't know, and you being all pretty and sexy earlier was not helping me at all." He said as he looked at you with pure lust. He planted his feet on the bed and started pounding into you hard and deep hitting that one delightful spot inside of you which made you clench around his cock.

"Yes, Felix, right there! Oh god!" You moaned.

"So tight.." Felix huffed before he flipped you over, your back now pressed on the soft mattress, his hands holding himself up as he pounded into you with a brutal pace, chasing his release. He ran his thumb over your lips and pushed it into your mouth which you lewdly sucked on to, covering it with spit then ran his wet thumb over your clit and rubbed it fast.

"fuck 'm cumming again.." You let out a breathy moan as your walls tightened around his cock when you were reaching your peak and it all came crashing down, feeling every bit of pleasure radiate on your entire body as you came hard for the second time.

"Gonna cum too.." Felix groaned.

"Go on, fill me up, nice and good," you purred and reached for his face to kiss him and that was enough to send Felix over the edge, and with one last powerful thrust, he came, spilling his hot cum inside you.

After a few minutes or so, Felix asked for another round, then another until you both finally tapped out. Lying on the bed, all sweaty, messy, and out of breath.

"Wow." He sighed.

"How many years of pent-up frustration was that?" You laughed.

"I have no fucking idea." He chuckled, not believing in the slightest he has that kind of stamina in bed. His phone rang and it was Minho.

"Hyung, what's up?" Felix answered.

Did you take my sex enhancement pills?

"Excuse me, what enhancement?! I only took my vitamin c and b-complex. Why do you have sex enhancement pills?!"

None of your business and Seungmin and Innie didn't take them either and I found the bottle on the kitchen counter.

"Oh, I left it on the--oh shit"

You took one, didn't you? Good thing no side effects happened. Please read the label next time, Yongbok-ah. I don't want you to get sick or get in trouble.

"Sorry hyung, I'll be careful next time."

Minho ended the call and Felix explained everything to you and that made you understand why Felix was horny all day and had so much energy for a few rounds in bed.

"I should ask Minho where he buys them, you know, for research purposes." Felix smiled.

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[mononijikayu]

a walk — ryomen sukuna.

As you entered the banquet hall together, the atmosphere shifted subtly. You made sure to settle him beside your uncle, who was seated on your right. Conversations continued, but there were curious glances and speculative whispers. Sukuna's presence alongside you, clearly as your companion and equal, sent a powerful message to everyone present. Your status as heir to the Ryomen clan lent your actions an implicit endorsement, and your obvious confidence in Sukuna, as a new member of your family, your future right hand man, challenged any lingering doubts about his place among them.

GENRE: Heian Era to Shibuya Arc, 2018;

WARNING/s: Alternate Universe ─ Canon Divergence, Romance, Emotional Hurt, Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Heavy Pining, Domesticity, Friends to Lovers, Character Death, Grief, Mention of Depression, Mention of Mourning, Depiction of Physical Touch, Depiction of Mental Anguish, Depiction of Violence, Depiction of Harm, Depiction of Blood and Wounds, Depiction of Death, Depiction of Harm, Portrayal of Misogynist And Degrading Acts and Language;

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YOU THOUGHT YOU SHOULD HAVE REFUSED THE SUMMONS. But you supposed that it would be unbecoming of your position as heir to not show up. You stood gracefully before the gathering, your appearance meticulously composed in sharp wonder, which lent an air of solemnity and reverence to the occasion. Your jūnihitoe shone with pride, multiple layers blossoming through with the double heron. The layers of your kimono cascaded in various shades of indigo representing sincerity and integrity, interspersed with lighter hues of wisteria to signify the young life you advocated for within your ancient lineage.

You could see your lord father behind the magnificent byōbu, his dark gaze fixed on you as he sat primly on his shitone. Your uncle, now a father to Sukuna, was just behind your father, enveloped in a solemn silence with his adopted son behind him, head bowed. You think that Sukuna shouldn’t lower his head. A Ryomen shouldn’t. 

Yet you could not blame him. Sukuna knew this gathering was about him. But how could it not be? He was a boy tied to cursed energy, one who had been plagued by a curse himself. And the world was curious, for he was no one but a common boy—a fiend who had stolen and stirred chaos.

It was not uncommon for the Ryomen to welcome new members among their ranks, to bring them into the family and give them a new name. However, giving the Ryomen name to someone bound to a curse was another matter entirely. You did not see it as a significant issue—the curse was dealt with, and Sukuna was free from its clutches. Yet, it still wasn't enough for these people. It was common procedure for the elders to get involved, but it infuriated you that the elders of your own clan had chosen to inform the other clans and involve them in what should have been a private matter.

You looked at your father and bowed.

You turned to the Ryomen elders and bowed.

Then towards the other clan elders, you nod.

“You may speak, Ryomen Hiromi.” Your father says to you, raising his hand. “State your case.”

You purse your lips as you stand still to address the assembly, your voice carrying a calm yet unmistakable edge of frustration. Your uncle snorted, noticing it. "Esteemed elders, and honored guests from the esteemed clans," you began, your dark eyes sweeping across the room. "I understand the concerns that arise upon this matter. However, let us not be swayed by fear of the unknown nor the shadows of the past."

You paused, making sure your words sank into all. "Sukuna was indeed once a fiend, but he was also a victim of circumstances far beyond a child’s control or understanding. The curse that once clouded his fate has been lifted, cleansed by the very traditions and strengths that our clan upholds."

As you concluded your statement, a stern voice cut through the charged atmosphere of the assembly hall. Elder Hoshiko of the Kamo Clan, known for her conservative stance and influential voice among the sea of clan elders, stood up. Her presence commanded attention, her eyes sharp as they fixed on you.

"Lady Hiromi," she began, her tone as cool as the steel of a blade, "Your words paint a hopeful picture, but they also skirt the edges of naivety. Are we to simply forget the chaos this boy wrought before his 'cleansing'? Are we to trust so readily in the efficacy of a ritual that many of us have yet to witness firsthand?"

The room tensed as other elders nodded in agreement, their murmurs filling the space with a wave of skepticism. You think that was a fair comment. None had seen the depth of your own cursed technique for years. No one truly knew the depths of it all, not even you. Your head hurts, that voice whispering once again. But you stood firm. You will not waver; you meet Elder Hoshiko's gaze with a steely one of your own.

"Elder Hoshiko, I respect your concerns," you replied, your voice thick with firm resolve. "Yet, I must challenge the perspective that holds us anchored to fear and doubt. Sukuna's past actions, while regrettable, were influenced by forces he neither understood nor could control. An orphan in the streets has had no guidance. Since his arrival under our care, his behavior has been nothing but exemplary."

Another elder, Takashi of the Ryomen, known for his strategic mind but cautious nature, chimed in, his voice adding weight to Hoshiko's doubts. "But can we risk the safety of our clans on 'exemplary behavior' observed over merely a few moons? What assurances do we have that the curse does not linger or that it cannot be rekindled?"

The tension in the room thickened palpably as Akihiko of the Fujiwara, your great-uncle, made his position clear, aligning himself with the more conservative faction represented by Elder Takashi. His voice, seasoned with years of authority and sharpened by disapproval, filled the room as he addressed you with a stern glare.

“I agree with Elder Takashi,” he declared, his stance rigid and commanding, underscoring the gravity of his objection. The silence that followed his statement was heavy, charged with familial and political implications.

Your mother, ever the astute matriarch of her line, responded not with words but with a haughty smirk, a subtle yet clear indication of her alignment. Her amusement at the discomfort you now faced was thinly veiled, revealing the complex layers of rivalry and allegiance within the clan. This smirk was not merely a mother's reaction; it was a political stance, one that favored her own kin over the progressive ideas you proposed.

Your father’s reaction was swift and sharp. His gaze darted towards his wife, eyes narrowing into a harsh glare that spoke volumes of the internal conflicts that often played out behind the closed doors of their estate. This look was a silent rebuke, a fleeting yet intense display of disagreement with the stance his wife had chosen to publicly support.

Akihiko continued, his tone slightly raised to emphasize his disapproval. “He is an outsider. One who does not know the ways around our world. Is the Ryomen name ever made so lightly that you give it to any random boy you find on the street, Lady Hiromi?”

The challenge hung in the air, direct and formidable, questioning not just your judgment but also the very principles under which you operated. It was an accusation of recklessness, a critique that sought to frame your decision as a dilution of the clan’s esteemed legacy.

You, standing amidst your family and the clan elders, maintain your composure. Your expression was calm, though your eyes were alight with the fire of conviction. You understood that your reply needed to bridge the gap between honoring your clan’s traditions and advocating for the progressive values you believed were essential for their survival and growth.

A glint of purple light echoed in your eyes. When Sukuna saw that, he could feel every fiber of his being scream in the silence. It was terrifying, the way you glared. It was silent, it wasn’t provoking. Rather, it was quiet. The whole room shuddered at the sight. Sukuna did not know what it was. But everyone in the room was silenced immediately. For a moment, he thinks how awe-striking the purple was in his lady’s eyes. Yet, when you closed your eyes and opened them, they turned into hazel summer gazes once more.

“Great-Uncle Akihiko, Elder of the Fujiwara,” you began, your voice steady and respectful, yet imbued with a firmness that matched his challenge. “I understand your concerns, and I do not take them lightly. Sukuna was indeed an outsider, but under the guidance of our clan, he has shown a willingness and a capacity to learn and embrace our ways.”

You paused, ensuring your words were measured and impactful. “The Ryomen name is not given lightly—it is earned, through commitment, learning, and transformation. What I propose is not a hasty grant of our name, but a carefully considered integration of a potential new member who has shown promise. We are not just preserving our past; we are building our future.”

Your response was a blend of deference to the clan’s traditions and a confident assertion of your modern leadership approach. You sought to remind everyone present that the strength of the Ryomen did not merely lie in their exclusivity, but in their ability to adapt and thrive through the inclusion of new strengths and perspectives.

The room fell silent as your words resonated with the assembled family members and elders. Some faces showed contemplation, perhaps reconsidering their initial resistance, while others maintained their skepticism. You knew that convincing them would not be an overnight success but a gradual process requiring patience, diplomacy, and unwavering dedication to your vision.

"Elders, the assurances you seek lie in the very foundations of our practices and the strength of our traditions. Our ancestors built these rites to combat such curses, to cleanse and to renew. Have we become so distrustful of our own heritage that we doubt its power?"

Your challenge was bold, and it hung heavily in the room. You continued, turning to your great–uncle. "Moreover, allowing fear to dictate our actions leads to stagnation. We are not merely guardians of the old ways but also shepherds of potential. Sukuna deserves the chance to prove his transformation—under careful watch, certainly, but he deserves that chance nonetheless."

The rest of the elders started to echo into a symposium of words as they huddled about together. The assembly was silent for a moment, the weight of future decisions palpable in the air. It was the lord of the Gojo Clan—Gojo Suzaku who broke the silence, his voice a calming balm to the heated exchange. His tender eyes gazed at you with a soft smile.

"Lady Hiromi speaks of progression and trust in our ancient rites. Perhaps it is time we consider her words not as a call to blind faith, but as an invitation to demonstrate the resilience and adaptability of our ways. If the boy proves himself under the vigilant eye of the Ryomen, would we not then strengthen the trust in our own traditions?"

His intervention offered a momentary pause in the contention, providing the elders a chance to reflect not just on the risks but on the potential rewards of embracing change. You nodded to Suzaku, grateful for his support and hoping your arguments had sown seeds of courage among your doubts. You appreciate him quite well. From what you heard from your uncle, he refused to send the delegation of elders from his clan without him. It was as though he knew that you would be suffering the ire of his kinfolk.

The room simmers down and the rest whispers like cicadas in the summertime, now considering the broader implications of their decisions. Ryomen Hiromi used this moment to strengthen your position, your voice resonating with conviction. Sukuna looked at the clan leader of the Gojo. He was perhaps your age—no, he’s older than you. He was a tall man, dressed in fine layers of white and blue silks, the crest of the Gojo clan across each layer. His motodori made his handsome features obvious, his clean shaven face.

He did not have their family’s technique. It had not been reborn for multiple generations. But from what Sukuna hears, that does not make lord Gojo any less powerful. Perhaps that’s why you look at him tenderly, with deference. Sukuna knew that jealousy is not a good feeling, it was a negative emotion. A Ryomen did not concern themselves with jealousy, either. Contentment is a Ryomen’s word. Yet, as he smiled at you and you smiled back, Sukuna thinks lord Gojo did not deserve to look at you like that. Nor did he like that you eyed him with deference too.

"Thank you, clan leader Gojo, for your insightful words.” You continued, turning your attention back to the room at large. "Our young Sukuna's integration into our clan isn't just about managing risk—it's about leadership and vision for the future. One that I must lead, as my lord father’s heir. Our traditions are not just relics of the past but living, breathing practices that adapt and overcome contemporary challenges."

You addressed the assembly with a renewed fervor, "We stand at a crossroads where our choices will define not just Sukuna's fate but the identity of our jujutsu world. Will we be known as those who shrank back in the face of adversity, or as pioneers? Are we just not to live in a modern world, because you fear change?”

Several of the elders shifted uncomfortably in their seats, your words challenging them to rethink their initial resistance. You think you have gotten the Kamo. They speak too much of pride for tradition, about being the guardians of the past. Perhaps had the Zenin arrived too, there would be the same reaction on their faces. But you doubt that they would willingly go. They hated that your father had chosen you as his heir above any other man in his household.

But you think you could scarcely care for Zenin at this moment. You basked in the look your father had given you from afar. Your appeal to their legacy and identity struck a chord, particularly with the younger members around them, who were more receptive to the ideas of adaptation and evolution.

Elder Hoshiko, still a formidable figure, softened slightly but maintained her cautious stance. "Lady Hiromi, your passion is evident, and your argument compelling. However, we must proceed with caution. If we are to embrace this path, I propose strict conditions under which the boy's integration is monitored and evaluated at every step."

You nodded, understanding the necessity of compromise. "That is a prudent suggestion, Elder Hoshiko. I welcome oversight and stringent conditions. I am one for rules, after all. If this is what must be, then let us begin somewhere. The clans I’m sure would be more than willing to aid our Ryomen clan in this endeavor. Is it the strength of each other, to contribute to society together, not what must be?”

This proposal seemed to appease the more conservative members of the assembly, providing a structured path forward that included checks and balances. The atmosphere began to shift from overt skepticism to cautious optimism

Elder Takashi, now seeing a structured approach to the situation, added, "Let us then draft a framework for the boy’s observation. This framework will detail behavioral expectations, milestones for assessment, and the consequences of any deviation from the set path. This way, we maintain control while allowing for the possibility of integration."

"Very well, Elder Takashi," you replied, your tone even and composed, betraying none of the frustration that tinged your earlier thoughts. "This will be much discussed with my father. Fear not."

Before another elder could interject with further doubts or concerns, Lord Isamu, your father and the esteemed leader of the Ryomen, rose to his feet. His movement was graceful, yet deliberate, capturing the attention of everyone present. The elder's stature, combined with the authoritative calm of his voice, immediately lent an air of finality to the discussion.

“That it shall be, do not fret, elders, friends,” Lord Isamu announced, his voice resonant, echoing slightly off the high, ornate ceilings of the council chamber. 

As he spoke, he adjusted the sleeve of his kimono, a subtle, almost unconscious motion that nonetheless underscored his next words. The faint rustle of silk against the quiet of the room underscored his presence, as shadows from the flickering light of hanging lanterns played across the fabric, adding a dramatic flair to the moment.

“But all must have trust in my daughter. There is no reason for the child to not grow with such excellence when the pride of the Ryomen teaches him our ways.” Lord Isamu’s gaze swept across the room, each member of the assembly feeling the weight of his look. Then his wife, and then, her uncle. His wife lowered her eyes. He turns back his gaze at Hiromi. It was a reminder of his authority and of his confidence in your capabilities as both a leader and a mentor. “There is no one better than my daughter and my heir.”

His statement was not just a declaration of support for you; it was a directive that echoed his unwavering belief in the principles that had guided the Ryomen for generations. His words sought to remind the elders that the strength of their clan did not merely rest in maintaining old traditions but in their capacity to adapt, to teach, and to grow stronger by integrating new elements into their lineage, guided by the wisdom of their customs.

The room, previously filled with murmurs of concern and skepticism, now fell silent, the elders and other attendees digesting Lord Isamu's words. His endorsement of your judgment effectively sealed the council’s decision, casting it in a new light—not as a concession but as an affirmation of the Ryomen’s resilience and dynamic leadership. And through the dull bureaucracy that had led to more hours of waste, the adjourned assembly agreed, and what had started as a contentious debate moved towards constructive planning.

You felt a cautious relief; while the road ahead would be rigorous and filled with scrutiny, it was a path forward nonetheless. Sukuna would be given his chance under the watchful eyes of the Ryomen elders. Sukuna will do so. He’ll show them. You sighed.

You think you’ll be able to sleep tonight.

‘Do you think that you deserve such a thing?’

That voice says, almost mockingly as you sighed.

The voice was truly right. A god is always right.

“No.” You say under your breath, “I don’t.”

FATHER ANNOUNCED A BANQUET FOR THE GUESTS SOON AFTER. As the elders dispersed, leaving the room echoing with the last murmurs of conversation, you stepped closer to Sukuna. Your uncle sighed at you as you nodded back at him. You smiled down at the younger boy, looking at him as though to reassure him that everything was fine. You brushed your fingers against his hair, a small blush appearing on his cheeks. 

“You just had to antagonize the elders, hm?” he sighed, a slight smile playing at the edges of his mouth despite his words. You stood together in the quiet aftermath of the council meeting, the heavy doors closing softly behind the last of the departing figures.

You met his gaze with a spark of defiance still alight in your eyes, tempered by a hint of mischief. “Uncle, if I didn’t challenge them, who would?” Your voice carried a lightness, but underneath lay a steely resolve. “We can’t always bow to fear and comfort. Sometimes, we need to stir the waters to catch fish.”

Hiramu chuckled softly, shaking his head. “True, but you don’t have to use a spear every time, little niece.” he teased you gently, acknowledging your tactic. “Your father supports you, and that’s no small thing. But remember, these elders are not just obstacles to overcome; they’re resources, allies in the making if you handle them right.”

You nodded, understanding the wisdom in his advice. “I know, uncle. I do value their counsel and their experience. But sometimes, it feels like they’re more interested in preserving their own peace than in what’s best for the clan. I want to push them to see beyond their immediate concerns.”

Hiramu placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “And you will, Hiromi. Just remember that it’s not always about pushing. Sometimes, it’s about guiding, showing them the path and letting them walk it with you. You have a vision for the Ryomen that’s bold and inclusive, and it’s exactly what we need. But bring them along with you. You’ll need them on your side as you lead.”

The last of the daylight filtered through the high windows, casting long patterns on the floor that flickered as lanterns were lit in preparation for the evening’s banquet. The moment of solitude between you was a rare pause in the rhythm of your responsibilities.

“Come,” Hiramu finally said, breaking the contemplative silence as he gestured toward the hall where the banquet was being prepared. “Let’s join the others. Show them your resolve pairs with your grace. Tonight, let them see the leader you are becoming, not just the challenges you pose.”

You nodded at your uncle, understanding his encouragement and the wisdom behind his gentle urging. However, as Hiramu turned to move towards the bustling banquet hall, your gaze drifted away, settling on the young boy who was the subject of much of today's discourse—Sukuna. Your eyes lingered on him, seeing not just a boy shadowed by past misdeeds and complex curses but a burgeoning emblem of your leadership and the clan's potential for inclusivity and change.

Sukuna stood slightly apart, his posture betraying a blend of apprehension and curiosity about the evening's events. The noise and light from the banquet seemed to beckon him, yet also hold him at bay, emblematic of his current place at the fringes of the Ryomen clan. He did not know what to do, you think. He does not know how to belong after not belonging for so long.

Your uncle noticed your hesitation and followed your gaze. With a sigh, he understood the silent conversation passing between you. Your responsibilities as the heir—and your personal commitment to Sukuna's integration and acceptance—were pulling you in a different direction than the rest of the clan members joyously heading towards the banquet.

Hiramu gave a slight nod, a gesture laden with both resignation and respect for your dedication. "Go on, little niece," he said softly, his voice carrying a fatherly warmth. "He needs you more than I do right now."

With that, Hiramu turned and proceeded alone, his figure gradually merging with the others, disappearing into the light and laughter of the banquet hall. Left in the quieter, shadowed part of the corridor, you took a deep breath and approached Sukuna, your steps measured and your demeanor composed yet inviting.

As you neared, Sukuna looked up, his eyes reflecting a mix of relief and surprise to see you approaching. "Everyone's going to the banquet," he remarked quietly, an underlying question in his tone about his place in this new world.

You smiled gently, reaching out to lightly touch his arm in reassurance. "They are, and we will join them, but first, let's talk for a moment. Let’s take a walk.”

Sukuna purses his lips in a line and nods slowly. “Yes, my lady.”

You snicker. “You and your formality, Sukuna. Are we not alone?”

“But—”

“This is all new to you, I understand that and it's important to me that you feel part of this, truly part of it," you explained, your voice low and soothing. “But do not risk discomfort. You don’t have to be so formal all the time.”

“.....Yes, Hiromi–sama.”

You sheepishly sigh but it was a start. 

He would learn in time to be comfortable.

Perhaps it's just not the time just yet.

Your decision to delay joining the festivities was a clear indication of your priorities. For you, leadership was not just about making decisions from afar or addressing the clan from a position of authority; it was about being present and supportive, about making sure that each member of your future clan, especially one as vulnerable as Sukuna, felt valued and included. And more so, you did not want him to be overwhelmed. He had never been a part of this sort of world before. What sort of leader would you be if you were not thinking of his comfort?

Together, you would later join the banquet, but this moment—quiet, away from the prying eyes and ears of the clan and the jujutsu world—was crucial. It was an opportunity to strengthen a bond, to build trust, and to reaffirm your commitment not just to the traditions of the Ryomen clan but to the individuals who formed its heart. To give him a chance to be a young one first, before a man. Soon enough, in a few years, he would not have such moments to himself anymore. He needed this. No one deserves to be deprived of their youths, after all.

"Sukuna," you began, your voice soft yet imbued with a strength meant to fortify him, "I hope that you raise your head. A Ryomen does not bow his head. Today was important, not just for you but for all of us. You've been given a rare opportunity, one that comes with great challenges, but I believe in you. I wouldn’t have stood up there if I didn’t."

Sukuna looked up at you, his previous resolve mingling with a trace of vulnerability. "Hiromi–sama, I... I'm not sure I can be what they want me to be. What if I fail?"

You reached out, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Failure is a part of growing, a part of learning. Remember, perfection isn't what we're striving for; it's growth, understanding, and integration into a family that values strength through trials. I have grown from my failures too.”

Your words seemed to slowly seep into Sukuna, easing the tension that had knotted his features. It’s as if he had not known you to be one of failure either. But Sukuna thinks of you as his god. There were no flaws in gods. And he had to live up to that. "But they see me as a risk, a potential threat. How do I change that? What can I do to make sure I stay by your side, Hiromi-sama?”

As you paused, something in the moonlit night seemed to transform you. Sukuna watched, captivated and slightly bewildered, as subtle changes manifested before him. It was as if the serene glow of the moon drew out a deeper magic from within you—a magic that seemed inherent to the legacy of the Ryomen clan. Your eyes flickered with a mysterious purple light, briefly illuminating the darkness with their ethereal glow. 

Your hair caught the moon’s silver rays, turning shades lighter until it mirrored the lustrous sheen of moonlight itself. The transformation was subtle yet profound, marking you not just as a scion of your clan but as something more, something almost otherworldly. 

As the days turned into weeks, Sukuna's understanding of you deepened, and his nocturnal observations revealed more than the daily interactions could. There were nights when, wandering the silent halls of the shiden, he would find himself drawn towards the quiet tsuridono, where you often retreated. 

At first, these encounters seemed mere coincidences—chance moments when your paths crossed under the silver glow of the moon. But as these nights multiplied, Sukuna began to understand: you, the ever-composed heir of the Ryomen clan, battled with your own hidden struggles. One you refuse to talk about. One that you refuse to expose to the world. The vulnerability of the heir is the vulnerability of the clan, after all.

The servants whispered among themselves, voices low but filled with concern, that you rarely succumbed to sleep. Some even murmured that you did not sleep at all, plagued by nightmares too profound and terrifying for others to fathom. Yet in his presence, you never showed any sign of this nocturnal torment. To Sukuna, you were always the pillar of strength and grace, your smile unwavering, your demeanor unflinchingly positive.

But he knew. He had heard enough, seen enough in the shadows under your eyes when you thought no one was looking, to understand that your vigils were not by choice. The nightmares that haunted you were a burden you carried silently, a stark contrast to the serene facade you presented to the world.

Sukuna, who had once been considered a monster himself, felt a poignant connection in these moments. Standing by your side under the luminous canopy of the moon, he felt an unspoken bond form between you. It was in these quiet hours, away from the eyes of the clan and the weight of your roles, that he felt he could offer you something invaluable—respite from your unseen demons.

In the peaceful solitude of the tsuridono, with only the whispers of the night and the soft rustling of leaves as their company, Sukuna would speak softly, telling you tales of the world outside the clan’s domain or simply sharing his thoughts on the mundane aspects of daily life. Anything to distract you, to pull your thoughts from the clutches of your nightmares.

Sometimes, he believed, his presence did rob you of those nightmares. Maybe, just maybe, the monster he thought he was could be the guardian he aspired to become. Under the watchful eyes of the moon, your features would relax, the tension easing, your breaths becoming more measured and calm. In those moments, Sukuna felt a profound sense of purpose, far from the destructive path he had once walked.

Sukuna could only gaze at you in awe each and every time. To him, you embodied the very essence of beauty and power that his previous life had taught him to fear but now urged him to revere. The Ryomen shiden-zukuri, known for their formidable marvel, of its wondrous magic and spiritual depth, were indeed a marvel of the world, yet none seemed as wondrous as Ryomen Hiromi at that moment. Doubt clouded his mind—was he worthy of such attention, of your kindness, or even your presence?

His internal turmoil must have shown on his face, for your expression softened as you looked at him, your magical display subsiding as you returned to the warm and reassuring figure he had come to know. With a tender smile that seemed to calm his racing heart, you reached out, your touch gentle and reassuring.

“You don’t need any excuse to be by my side, Sukuna,” you told him softly, your voice as soothing as the night breeze. “You are one of us now. You do not ever have to leave.”

Your words, simple yet profound, pierced through the fog of his insecurities. They were an affirmation, a welcome, a promise of belonging that Sukuna had never dared to hope for. Your acceptance served as a powerful antidote to his self-doubt, reinforcing the fledgling sense of identity he was just beginning to explore under your guidance.

"Still, to your question, you change perceptions not by hiding your past but by owning your future actions," you responded with a determined nod. "Show them who you are becoming, not who you were. Every day gives you a chance to write a new page. And remember, you are not alone in this. I am here, uncle is here, and we will support you through every step, every stumble."

Sukuna's eyes, reflecting a mix of reassurance and residual fear, met your steady gaze. "And what if the elders are right? What if I am too much of a risk?"

You smiled warmly, squeezing his shoulder. "Then we take it as a challenge, Sukuna. We work harder, learn more, and prove them wrong together. You are part of this clan now, and that means something. You have the Ryomen blood of resilience and courage starting to flow in you, even if not by birth, by choice and by bond."

You had always refused to say ‘you’ to him for moons now. You always say ‘we’. You always made sure he was not alone.  That he would not face the world alone. Perhaps, it was true—how the heart only beats for the gods, like those monks at the temple say in their sermons. 

A faint smile tugged at the corners of Sukuna's mouth, the first genuine one since the meeting began. "I don't know if I deserve this chance, Hiromi–sama."

"Deserving isn't something that’s always given, Sukuna. Often, it’s something you take upon yourself to prove," you countered, standing up and offering him a hand to rise as well. "Let’s start this journey, shall we? Step by step, day by day. You're not just proving it to them; you're proving it to yourself."

As they walked back towards the gathering, Sukuna felt lighter, bolstered by your faith in him. The road ahead would be fraught with challenges, but the promise of becoming more than his past defined was a compelling beacon. With you by his side, the journey seemed not just necessary, but hopeful.

As they approached the warmly lit banquet hall, the sound of laughter and conversation spilling out into the night, Sukuna took a moment to look over at you. Your confidence in him, your unwavering support—it didn't just make him feel accepted; it made him feel expected, like his presence was something to be celebrated rather than merely tolerated.

"Thank you, Hiromi–sama," Sukuna said, his voice carrying a mix of gratitude and resolve. "For believing in me, when not many would. For letting me be with you.”

You smiled, your eyes reflecting the flickering lights of the banquet hall. "We all deserve a chance to prove ourselves, Sukuna. And sometimes, we need someone else to see that potential in us before we can see it in ourselves."

“I realize these things because of you, Hiromi–sama.” He says shyly, looking down at his feet. “That’s why I’m thankful.”

“Then I should thank you too, Sukuna.”

He looked confused. “For what, Hiromi–sama?”

“For taking a walk with me,” you said, your words floating softly in the cool air. “I know that it was quite a lecture, this walk. But I must thank you still. For the company, for the peace. It was the best walk I’ve had in a while.”

Your tone carried an earnestness that made Sukuna glance at you, noting the genuine smile that touched your lips and the relaxed ease in your posture that you rarely saw during formal clan gatherings. It was as though the walk had not only distanced them from the physical space of the banquet but also from the roles they habitually played within the clan. Here, under the canopy of stars and the gentle rustle of leaves, they were simply two individuals sharing a moment of tranquility.

Sukuna’s response was thoughtful, touched by the sincerity of your gratitude. “Hiromi–sama, I should be the one thanking you,” he admitted, his voice low. “Not just for the walk, but for everything today. For standing by me, for bringing me into your world and treating me as more than just…..” 

He hesitated, searching for the right words, aware of how much you had put on the line by supporting him so publicly. “It means a lot to me, more than I can properly express. This walk, this evening—it’s more than just a pleasant time. Everything. Everything is more than anything to me. It’s a symbol, I think, of a new beginning. Of being seen for who I could be, not just who I was.”

You stopped and turned to face him fully, your expression softening further under the moonlight. “Sukuna, seeing potential in others is easy. Helping them see it in themselves, that’s the true challenge. And you’re rising to it beautifully. You are now the pride of our clan, too.” You reached out, your hand lightly touching his arm in a gesture of camaraderie and reassurance. “This walk, these talks, they’re as much for me as they are for you. We all need reminders that we’re not alone, that change is possible and worth striving for.”

Resuming your walk, you continued in companionable silence for a few moments, each lost in their thoughts about the day’s events and the future that lay ahead. The pathway wound through the meticulously maintained garden, past flowering shrubs and under arching trees, their leaves whispering secrets to the night wind.

“As for the lecture,” you added with a playful smile, turning to look at Sukuna again, “consider it part of the learning process. We both have much to learn, after all. And I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather learn with.”

Your words, light yet laden with truth, struck a chord with Sukuna. He smiled, realizing how much this journey with you was transforming him. Not just in how others saw him, but in how he saw himself. The night might be drawing to a close, but for Sukuna, it felt as though his true journey was just beginning—with you by his side, the path seemed not only clear but inviting.

The pathway meandered gently, lit sporadically by lanterns that cast a warm glow and stretched their shadows long and thin across the ground. As you walked, a comfortable silence settled between you, filled only by the natural sounds of the night—the soft chirping of crickets and the occasional rustle of a breeze through the leaves. It was a peaceful backdrop that allowed both you and Sukuna to reflect on the transformation each was undergoing.

Finally, Sukuna broke the silence, his voice thoughtful. "Hiromi–sama, before today, I often felt like I was looking at a road mapped out by someone else's hand. But now, walking this path with you, it’s like I’m seeing the horizon for the first time on my terms. It’s liberating and daunting all at once.”

You listened, your expression one of understanding. "It's a journey that many fear to start, Sukuna. The road to self-discovery is never straightforward or free of obstacles. But you’re not just on any path—you’re on one that you are helping to pave. Every step forward you take, you're laying down your own stones."

As you reached a small bridge that arched over a tranquil koi pond, you paused, leaning on the rail to look down at the slow-moving fish gliding under the moonlight. The scene was picturesque, almost too perfectly serene, a stark contrast to the turmoil that had often marked Sukuna’s past experiences.

You continued, your voice soft but firm. "Remember, change isn't just about leaving behind who you were; it’s about moving toward who you want to be. And you have everyone in the clan, especially me, rooting for your success. We believe in you, Sukuna, not just for what you can offer us, but for who you can become.”

The affirmation brought a genuine smile to Sukuna’s face. "Thank you, Hiromi–sama It's hard to believe sometimes, that I have found a place not just to stay, but to belong. And to think that I can contribute, that I can be part of something bigger—it gives me hope.”

You turned from the pond, continuing your walk back towards the house. The moon was high, casting a silver light that seemed to guide your way. You glanced at Sukuna, your gaze assessing yet kind. "And that hope is what will drive you through the darkest times. Just as the moon guides us tonight, let your hopes guide you when the path seems unclear."

Sukuna nodded, absorbing your words. The concept of hope as a guiding light was powerful, and he felt its truth resonate deeply within him. As you approached the residence, the sounds of the night began to give way to the soft murmur of voices from inside, signaling your return to the world you had temporarily left behind.

As you reached the door, you stopped and faced Sukuna once more. "This walk may end here, but our journey together is far from over. Remember, step by step, day by day."

With a final reassuring smile, you opened the door, stepping back into the light and warmth of the clan home, a symbol of the community you were both a part of. Sukuna followed, feeling not just like a guest being led, but like a member walking alongside his equals. Each step was a step forward, and with your support, he was ready to face whatever the future held.

As you entered the banquet hall together, the atmosphere shifted subtly. You made sure to settle him beside your uncle, who was seated on your right. Conversations continued, but there were curious glances and speculative whispers. Sukuna's presence alongside you, clearly as your companion and equal, sent a powerful message to everyone present. Your status as heir to the Ryomen clan lent your actions an implicit endorsement, and your obvious confidence in Sukuna, as a new member of your family, your future right hand man, challenged any lingering doubts about his place among them.

Throughout the evening, you made sure to introduce Sukuna not just as a newcomer but as a valued member of the clan. You shared stories of his progress and his efforts to integrate and contribute, framing his past as a testament to his resilience and his future as a promise of his potential. With each interaction, Sukuna felt the weight of his old identity—the cursed, the outcast—shedding away, layer by layer.

"It's not going to be easy," you whispered to him as you paused by the grand window overlooking the clan's ancestral grounds. "Change never is. But every step you take is a step forward. Remember, you're not alone in this."

As he stood there, beside you, Sukuna felt a newfound fortitude. The doubts that had once clouded his vision began to dissipate, replaced by a resolve that was anchored by the support and belief you showed in him. With you by his side, guiding him with wisdom born of experience and a deep understanding of the very traditions he was learning to navigate, Sukuna found himself not just ready but eager to meet the expectations laid before him.

The notion of earning acceptance in a world that had once seemed wholly alien to him no longer appeared so formidable. Instead, it beckoned as a worthy challenge, an opportunity to prove his worth and carve out a place where he truly belonged. Your assurance that every step was a progression made him view each day not as a burden but as a building block towards a larger goal—a mosaic of efforts that would collectively shape his destiny within the clan.

Your presence—a constant reminder of strength, perseverance, and the potential to overcome adversity—instilled in him a courage that he hadn't known he possessed. It was this shared strength that transformed his perspective, making what once felt like distant dreams now seem within tangible reach.

The moon above, a silent witness to his inner transformation, cast a silver glow that seemed to light up the path at his feet. It was as if nature itself conspired to remind him of the luminous journey ahead. The cool breeze, whispering through the trees, carried with it a sense of anticipation and the sweet scent of the gardens below, reinforcing the sense of renewal and growth.

Ryomen Sukuna feels his heart beat.

He doesn't think he'll ever forget this feeling.

And he never truly did, not even as years passed.

Ryomen HIromi was all he'll ever love in humanity.

And he'll always go back to this night, this walk.

facts about the story !

hiromi at this point was sixteen - seventeen; sukuna is only three - four years younger.

her father, isamu and her mother, akiko, have been estranged for many years, more so because she's supporting her family, the fujiwara and their ambitions.

hiramu has always maintained her will never be a good husband, so he never really sought it out despite his brother arranging for him to meet eligible ladies.

the ryomen adoption system requires a sponsor - hiromi is sukuna's sponsor and that's why she speaks for him. however, someone else has to be give him his name. hiromi convinced her uncle to do it and he agreed. this changed during genmei's time, they can now be both.

sukuna still hasn't adapted to the ryomen way of life. the ryomen clan is the strictest in way of life. they wake up before dusk and do all their training, tasks and work before it gets dark. they immediately sleep after dinner.

hiromi doesn't sleep very well, but her reverse cursed technique aids in that. still sukuna is always too concerned about her that he insists to the medicine wing that she needs the best stress relief tea. the medicine wing became endeared by him for his devotion to hiromi over time.

sukuna is technically now the fourth heir of the ryomen, being adopted as a son into the main line. in the future, because of sukuna, the ruling line of the family can no longer adopt anyone, to prevent usurpations.

suzaku gojo has known hiromi since they were children, and is very fond of her. he was very good friends with hiromi's elder brother, akimu - who he sparred and rode horses with as a young boy.

the elders of the ryomen are very conservative too, but because isamu has all the power, they can't step on what he does or what hiromi does as often as they would like. inviting the other clan elders is another choice to make hiromi's life hard.

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NOVEMBER SONG

SUMMARY: Yamaguchi Tadashi always saw himself as a side character. However, there came a day whereby he did not want to live like that anymore. He wanted to be seen, to be noticed, to be perhaps, loved — all because of a single person: you.

PAIRING: yamaguchi tadashi x gn! reader

GENRE(S): pining (one sided)

WC: 1559

NOTE(S): inspired by baek yerin's november song + dw it has a happy ending

MASTERLIST

TAGLIST (italicised blogs are unable to be tagged): @deeomi

Yamaguchi Tadashi was that boy: the awkward, quiet boy who sat in the corner of the classroom right next to the windows. He never spoke unless he was spoken to, and he only talked more than he needed to with Tsukishima. He was always seen by girls as Tsukishima's friend, the one that can be used as a channel to get close to the tall blonde. (Yamaguchi had always felt bad for them, because Tsukishima never paid them much attention in the first place.)

Yamaguchi always saw himself as a side character. If he were to appear in a fairytale, he would be the page boy appearing on page fifteen, or perhaps even the faceless gardener drawn in the background. For him, just being there was okay, as long as he was not disrupting the flow of anything. It was okay if Tsukishima was the focal point and he was the 'but'. As long as he was not a forgotten face, he was okay with it.

However, there came a day he did not want to live like that anymore. He wanted to be seen, to be noticed, to be perhaps, loved — all because of a single person: you.

It was funny, was it not? To have lived like an extra of a major production but wanting to be noticed all of a sudden? To be the star, the protagonist, the hero? (Maybe he did not want to be the hero, per se; he just wanted to be seen as a someone for once.)

"What's wrong with you?" Tsukishima asked one day, his patented impassive, blank look still on his face, "You're happier and, I don't know... jittery, these few days."

"M-Me?" Yamaguchi stuttered, then rushed to fill in that dubious reply with a scoff, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes," the blonde sighed through his nose, "Yes, you do."

Yamaguchi did not say anything else. Arguing with his friend would not get him anywhere; Tsukishima was perpetually right all the time. Winning an argument against him would be doing the impossible. It would be akin to proving that Newton was lying when he proved that gravity exists.

So it was natural that Tsukishima was proven right once again when he caught Yamaguchi staring a tad bit too long than usual at a particular person. Tsukishima recognised them: it was [F/N] from the next-door Physics class.

"So, [F/N]?" Tsukishima said after class, a hint of mischief in his golden-brown eyes.

Yamaguchi immediately turned a few shades darker of red, wishing he could disappear into his hair or thin air, he did not mind which.

"You can't be just simply staring at them, you know," the taller male said with a little sigh, "They won't be able to notice you that way."

"I just don't want to embarrass myself," the freckled male said meekly, then added in a softer voice, "I'm just... me. There's nothing special about me."

"No, there is," Tsukishima said, "There are things about you that make you special."

There was a brief pause as Tsukishima frowned, before he elaborated, "Being caring, for instance, and being nice. Not everyone has a soft heart like you, Yamaguchi."

Yamaguchi's jaw fell slightly, and he stared at his friend with wide eyes. Tsukishima had never really complimented him before, so this was something new and big. Monumental, even.

He smiled, "Thanks, Tsukki."

Catching a person's attention, however, proved to be difficult. He did not know how Tsukishima managed to do it, but he was surely envious of whatever the blonde had that he himself was lacking in. However, he thought of a plan that he found always proved to be successful in almost every drama his mother watched.

"[F/N]?" he said one day as he approached you, your name rolling off his lips easily yet oddly, like it was meant to be.

You quirked an eyebrow up at him, beckoning him to continue.

"I-I was wondering if you'd like to study together," he said, stuttering unintentionally at the start, to which he mentally berated and kicked himself for, "Additional Mathematics, especially. I can't quite grasp linear law." That was a lie; he was rather good at Additional Mathematics, and his best topic was linear law.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, "But aren't you good in Additional Mathematics?"

He winced internally. Drat, he was caught. Time to deploy Plan B.

"I was thinking it could be more of a revision session," he said before any doubts could cross your mind, "I can't prepare with Tsukki either; he has tuition classes."

"Oh, okay," you said, shrugging your shoulders slightly, "How does Saturday afternoon sound?"

"Sounds good," he said, smiling and hoping it did not look too creepy or off-putting in any way (because God forbid he scared you off after his very first interaction with you), "We'll do that."

The revision sessions did prove to help; Yamaguchi got closer to you. Perhaps it was even a little too fast-paced than he originally thought it would be, since he clearly did not plan too far ahead when he realised a harmless little crush turned into a full-blown and slightly dangerous love. Every little accidental touch sent both of your hands jerking away from each other, every slightly prolonged glance sent both of your cheeks burning whenever they were caught, and every smile set both of your hearts pounding furiously against both of your ribcages.

"You're in love with them," Tsukishima blurted out one day during lunch, which caused Yamaguchi to choke on his rice.

"W-What?" he said as he pounded on his chest, looking at Tsukishima with wide eyes, similar to that of a fish's.

"[F/N]," Tsukishima said casually, picking a cherry tomato from his lunchbox with his chopsticks.

Yamaguchi covered his face in his hands, "Is it really that obvious?"

"Anyone would know," Tsukishima said plainly, "It's that obvious."

A pause followed as Tsukishima chewed on the cherry tomato, then, "Aren't you going to confess?"

"M-Me? Confess?" Yamaguchi stuttered as he dropped his hands to his sides, "It's not that easy, you know!"

"What century are you living in, Yamaguchi?" Tsukishima asked with a snort before closing his lunchbox, "It doesn't matter who asks the other person out. Anyway—" — The blonde paused and stared at his friend before continuing — "Don't you want to make a lasting impression on them?"

Yamaguchi bit his lower lip. He was never one to be macho or manly in any way. He was the shy and gentle guy; he would be a stammering mess with pink-tinted cheeks. However, Tsukishima had raised a valid point. It was time to "man up", like Tanaka-senpai had always said, and make the first move, like chess.

Tsukishima stood up, taking his lunchbox with him.

"Be confident," Tsukishima said, patting the dark green-haired male on the shoulder before walking off, "I know you can do it."

And so he did; he puffed his chest out and summoned every ounce of willpower he had to brave through the confession, to enunciate his words clearly without hesitation.

He expected rejection. Which person, in their right mind, would say yes?

Apparently, you were that person, which pleasantly surprised him.

He always wondered, what exactly did you see in him that made you agree? He hoped you were not just doing it out of pity, or worse, using him to get close to Tsukishima. (A lot of people liked Tsukki better than the plain old Yamaguchi anyway.)

However, you always reassured him gently, all while taking his hands, that you did it because you reciprocated his feelings. You were not lying to him in any way, neither did your actions have any underlying meaning. You were willing to be together with him, to be his other half, to be the one supporting him at one hundred percent.

Whenever he felt down, whenever he felt useless, whenever he felt like the world was against him for some unknown and odd reason, you were always there to give a hug, to tell him that everything was going to be alright, and that you were physical proof that you were there and would not be going anywhere. It was during times like these that Yamaguchi knew for sure that this love was meant to be his and it was uniquely his, that a bond like this would never come again in his entire lifetime.

Even if this love was broken, trampled on, and tested, it would never fade. Both of you would always come back together, like unlike poles, the right puzzle pieces filling in the gaps.

Maybe this love was not romantic according to society's standards, but that was okay. It was the bond and overwhelming feelings that words could not describe make this love special, one that cannot be recreated.

He hoped he could be the one for you, too: the shoulder you could cry on, the first person you would share good news with, the Mr. Right in your happily ever after. That future was close in reach, but he did not know that. For now, he was content with the way he lived with you, and that was perfectly fine.

As long as the two of you were connected, like two single lines diverged together into one, everything will be fine.

[k-germsworld]

Hello 🤗🤗

I am a new smut writer. My writing skills is bad so forgive me please🤭🤭. I am just writing smut as sharing my fantasy about them here so enjoyed !!

Here is the rules and masterlist :

Rules

Any genre is accepted except Underage Idol. If any kink I am not familiar with, I will try my best to write or just skip it.

I may not accept any request now. But I will do it in another way.

Feel free to ask me anything, I will try my best to answer all of your ask. I will answer any type of question, other girl groups as well.

Favorite Group

Gfriend

Viviz

Dreamcatcher

Twice

Ive

Etc......

Masterlist

Sowon

Vacation

Streaming

Behind The Scenes

Birthday Event

Blackmailing the model

Yerin

Delivery App

Win-win situation

Eunha

Karaoke

Part-timer

Unexpected Gift

New year

Again & again

Yuju

Fascinating

Unstoppable

Interview

Sinb

Ruined

Revenge

Umji

Supermarket fantasy

Betrayed

Haunting

Fantasy turns reality

[j-a-nuary]

Chapter summary: Vernon faces the consequences of inaction. Chan takes action. Yerin has a couple of new experiences

Rating: 🔞

One | Masterlist | Three

🎶🍸🪩🧊💋

Vernon was right. Clubbing was not exactly Yerin’s thing. Luckily, his friends were determined to make her feel welcome. All while Vernon was forced to simply watch.

Vernon watched as she got into a separate taxi. He watched Minghao’s hand extending out from the back row of seats, in offer of stablization. He watched Seungcheol holding the door open with one hand, while his other guarded against an unlikely collision between her head and the frame of the door. He watched Jeonghan offer an assisting hand on her waist, guiding her into the car and then giving him an excuse to follow her directly, shooting a smug smile at Seungcheol as he did so.

“You're so attentive to your friends,” Dasom commented. “It’s really admirable.”

“Huh?” Vernon blinked a few times, tearing his eyes away from where his friends were doting on his coworker. “I guess,” he ran a hand through his hair, “the guys can be a little much.”

“They're good guys,” Dasom reasoned, “you know they’ll be good to her.”

That’s the problem, Vernon wanted to say. But Seungkwan was calling them over to another cab, urging them to hurry.

“We should go,” he stepped aside, allowing Dasom to move ahead of him.

She shot him a sweet smile as she passed, slipping a hand around his arm to tug him along.

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Once they all arrived at the club in question, Vernon found himself stuck watching again.

He watched Jeonghan order Yerin a drink that took too long to make, and then tip well enough to make sure the bartender wasn’t too mad about it. He watched as Yerin took a cautious sip, only for her eyes to widen like they always did when something was more delicious than she expected. He watched as Minghao stole the garnish from her cup, smiling as he rebutted her pouty scolding. He watched Chan stumble up and insert himself into their conversation, and he watched the way Seungcheol struggled to hold back his annoyance about it.

Vernon watched as Chan said something that made Yerin blush before she shyly nodded and took his hand. He watched as the three hyungs left behind did varying jobs of covering their disappointment over that development.

“Do you like dancing?” Dasom once again dragged his attention away from watching.

“Yeah, usually,” Vernon answered.

An excruciating four seconds passed.

“Oh!” He exclaimed, “you were... did you want...? We can... yeah... let's dance.”

Dasom smiled at him, clearly finding his fumbling cute.

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“This is kind of embarrassing,” Chan admitted, speaking directly into Yerin’s ear from his place dancing behind her.

“What's that?” she asked, turning her head slightly to allow her voice to make it more likely to be heard over the din of the music.

The motion caused her cheek to brush against Chan’s lips. She immediately felt heat rise to the apples of her cheeks. She hadn't expected him to still be so close.

“Sorry,” he automatically said it, but he didn't pull back. Yerin shivered as he kept his lips just toeing the line between touching her and not as he spoke. “You're just beautiful, you know?”

“Ah, really?” she felt her body thrum slightly.

Chan tightened his grip on her, taking the fact that she hadn't made a single move to distance herself from him as a good sign. Experimentally, he pushed his body closer against her, giving a small thrust of his hips against her backside.

He heard her suck in a breath, and then...

“Chan...”

Her tone was slightly whiny, but not necessarily a complaint. Still, just in case, he pulled himself back slightly.

“Sorry,” he muttered again, “I shou-”

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Vernon watched, the music turning to a high-pitched buzz in his ears, as Yerin lifted a hand to Chan’s hair. He blinked in disbelief, still watching as she turned herself in Chan’s arms and boldly pressed her lips against his. He watched as they exchanged some more words, leaning closer than necessary towards each other to be heard.

Then, he was no longer just watching. Yerin’s eyes met his, and he was pulled from viewer to participant as she made a series of expressions and gestures towards him. He couldn’t hear anything anymore, but the meaning was clear enough.

I’m leaving first.

Can you believe it?

I’m excited.

I’ll text you later.

“Are you okay?”

Vernon felt himself get yanked back into reality. Had the music been this loud the whole time? He blinked at Dasom.

“What? I... yeah, I’m fine.”

She looked up at him, biting her lip slightly.

“You stopped dancing,” she stated, “I thought maybe I had crossed a boundary or something.”

Vernon had no idea what she was talking about. Boundary? They had just been dancing like normal. He shook his head, eyebrows drawn together.

“No,” he set his body back into motion, “I’m good.”

Dasom smiled brightly, leaning into his space a bit closer than before.

“I’m good too.”

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“I’m shy.”

“You have nothing to be shy about,” Chan immediately rebutted.

He and Yerin had made their way to his apartment as quickly as they could. He had her caught between his body and the countertop in his kitchen. They had made a brief detour to get some water, Chan citing a need to cool down, which had turned into him gently running an ice cube against Yerin’s arms and shoulders.

It had started with a glass of ice and water. He had held it in his hand when he pulled her body close to his own, accidentally pressing it aginst her lower back. The coldness had made her arch closer to his body. He had immediately done it again, giving a smug chuckle before apologizing into the skin just below her ear.

“It’s just a lot,” she had groaned as he followed the apology by biting at her skin.

“Bad a lot?” Chan asked, pulling back to look at her. He pushed her hair back from her face. “Too much?”

Yerin shook her head.

So here they were. Yerin pressed against the counter while Chan’s lips chased the trails of water left behind on her skin by the ice.

“Chan-ah,” Yerin whined, a little embarrassed by the tone of it.

He didn’t bother giving up his self-set task when he replied.

“Yes noona?”

“I...” she found herself pausing, struggling to make herself say what she wanted.

Chan looked up at her, replacing his lips with his hand at her shoulder.

“Okay?”

Yerin nodded, still trying to figure out how to ask for the next step.

Luckily, Chan seemed to understand her hesitation, and offered it instead.

“You want more?”

She nodded again, feeling her face warm at the very idea.

Chan smiled at her, that smug look back in place.

“Tell me what you want noona.” He leaned in and kissed her cheek before speaking again. “Tell me how to please you.”

“I can’t,” she complained.

“Ah, my shy pretty noona,” he hummed, just enjoying the feeling of her skin against his cheek. He took a second to tug her earlobe with his teeth.

“Do you want me to take my shirt off?” He offered.

She lifted one hand to cover her eyes, using the other to support herself as she leaned back slightly. Nodding, she barely managed to let out a small, “yes.”

Chan did it with hesitation, his shirt landing half in his thankfully empty sink.

Yerin lowered her hand just slightly, uncovering her eyes enough to take in his bare chest and covering her mouth enough to hide the way it fell slightly open.

“What’s next?” Chan was feeling cocky now. It was clear as day that Yerin was as enamoured with his physique as he was with hers.

Summoning as much boldness as she could, Yerin sat up. Leaning forward enough to free her other hand, she pointed at Chan’s belt.

Again, hesitation was nowhere to be found as Chan undid the buckle.

“All of it,” Yerin managed to squeak out as she noticed that Chan’s thumbs had tucked only into his pants. Apparently he intended to leave the boxers where they were.

Chan tilted his head, but obediently tugged the gray cotton down along with his bedazzled jeans. After kicking the whole kit aside, he simply stood there. Hands on his hips, he waited for the next request.

Yerin laughed. It was almost inevitable. There he stood, a surprising amount of muscle on display, a perfectly respectable cock swaying slightly to one side, and white socks still on his feet.

“Yah,” he pouted. “You told me to take off all of it.”

Pushing her hand harder against her mouth, she shook her head. Reaching out with her other hand, she gestured him closer.

Of course, he obliged. One hand rested on the counter top to either side of her, and his hardness pressed slightly against her hip. Quickly, Chan rubbed his cheek against her neck again, leaving his mouth free to ask, “what now?”

“Touch you,” Yerin mumbled. The hand at her mouth dropped between them, making her intention clear. “Can I?”

“Fuck,” Chan let himself hump against her, resolve weakened by the thought of her hands on him. “Please touch me.”

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It didn't take long for Chan to start whining about how Yerin needed to slow down, to stop, that he was going to embarrass himself if she kept touching him. And not long after that, he had insisted on moving at least to the living room.

“Stop being silly, noona,” Chan whined, “I promise I can hip thrust 130 kilo on my slow gym days.”

“But don’t you want t-”

“I want you on top,” he insisted, cutting her off. “Just use me as you want.”

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“Sorry,” Yerin groaned, taking a moment to rest, “I’m out of practice.”

Chan’s hands immediately gripped onto her hips, slipping under the overlap to get at her love handles, making sure he had a firm hold on her. He shook his head, gazing up at her with half-lidded eyes.

“You’re doing perfect noona,” he leaned forward, pressing his lips against her chest before mumbling - “you can practice with me as much as you want.”

“Careful,” she laughed, “if you’re too nice I might think you like me.”

He hummed, flexing just enough to get some extra stimulation despite her current stillness. The action drew a soft gasp from Yerin, making Chan laugh in return.

“Maybe,” he said it plainly. He readjusted his grip, giving himself a more secure hold on her. “We can talk about that later. Right now,” he leaned further forward. The change in angle forced Yerin to wrap her hands around his shoulders.

“Right now I think it’s your turn to relax.”

Yerin shrieked, a sound of mixed fear and exhilleration, as Chan lifted her, only somewhat unstable, and turned to press her back against the sofa. His cock slipped out from her in the action, but she was more focused on the way his hands were pushing her thighs apart.

“Jesus you’re stro-ong,” she groaned as he quickly pushed three fingers inside her. “Fuck!”

“You didn’t meet Mingyu yet, huh?” He was grinning again, his ego growing again from the way her brows were peaking as he moved his fingers.

“I don’t know, fuck,” his second joined his first, focusing on her clit as he watched her facial expressions jerk. “Chan, fuck I’m gonna... fuck!”

“Yes noona?” He asked, putting on a pseudo-innocent air. “What are you going to do?”

Yerin didn’t bother answering. Her mouth was open, slack as a series of small “ah-eh-ahah” sounds forced their way out of her.

“Shit,” Chan swore under his breath, enraptured by the view before him. “How are you out of practice? You’re doing perfect for me, noona.”

“Fu-hu-fuck... Cha-han...” aftershocks ran through her body, her legs shaking around his waist.

“Yes?” Chan leaned into her, speaking against her neck again. “Tell me what you need.”

“Inside... fuck... I need you inside me,” she complained, “please.”

“Of course noona,” Chan freed up his hands to grapple with his wallet, freeing the condom he had tucked away there just a few hours earlier. “Whatever you need.”

🎶🍸🪩🧊💋

Yerin was overheating, and a phone was ringing. She groaned, keeping her eyes shut as she tried to push her blanket down.

Her hands met hair and flesh instead.

“Let me sleep more noona,” the hair whined.

She jerked into action, wakefullness shooting through her veins as she scrambled away from the unexpected second body in her bed.

Only, it wasn’t her bed. And now that she was a bit more awake, she realized that the phone ringing was not her phone. And the floor, upon which she found herself thanks to her overzealous escape attempt, was covered in a shag carpet that she would have definitely removed if this was her apartment.

Chan’s head poked over the side of his bed.

“You okay?”

“Sorry!” Yerin whisper-shouted, tugging on the corner of the sheet that hung down from the bed. Embarrassed, she held it over as much of her body as she could. “I’ll just, um...”

“Relax,” Chan sat up, ruffling a hand through his hair before shuffling over towards the ringing phone. “You don't have to run away.”

Yerin watched as he answered the phone with a gruff “What do you want hyung?” He rubbed his eyes as he made some vaguely agreeable noises into the receiver. So casual. Yerin couldn't help but think that he must be used to doing this sort of thing.

“Of course,” Chan seemed to be wrapping up the conversation. He glanced at Yerin, shooting her an apologetic smile. “Just give us, like, twenty minutes?”

Chan jerked his head back from the phone. Even from her spot on the floor, Yerin could hear a man shouting.

“I know! I know hyung... we’ll get there when we get there... see you in a bit.”

Chan rolled his eyes, ending the call in the middle of more shouting coming through the speaker.

Tossing the phone aside, his eyes landed firmly on Yerin.

His expression made her shiver.

“We’re late for brunch,” he reached a hand out towards her. “But if you don’t mind, I’d like for us to be even later.”

🎶🍸🪩🧊💋

Forty-three minutes later, Chan pushed open the door to a cafe that sat on a street corner just a block away from his apartment building. He stepped aside, holding it open for Yerin to answer.

With a quick glance around, she spotted a large table full of most of the men she had met the night before, as well as a few women that she both had and had not, sitting at a table near the back.

The cat-like one, Ming... something, raised a hand and waved. He jostled a man whose face was nearly entirely covered by sunglasses as he did so, drawing a pained groan from him.

A woman with red-tinted wavy hair bounded up from her seat. She quickly brushed by Yerin, wrapping her hands around Chan’s arm.

“You really do have a type, don't you my love?”

As if she didn't already feel incredibly out of place, Yerin watched as Chan laughed and kissed the woman on her forehead.

“We both do, don't we?”

Yerin froze. They acted so familiar with each other. More than familiar. Chan and this perfectly proportioned, well made up, modelesque woman.

“Ah,” Chan seemed to suddenly remember that Yerin was there. He reached his free hand up to her bicep, gently tugging her closer to the two of them. “Yerin, this is Seneca.”

The red-haired woman smiled at Yerin, showing the requisite amount of teeth and cheek. Her eyes, however, gave her that once-over that was so familiar.

“We’re engaged.”

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[moamidzyism]

long distance bf jjunie + the pictures he sends you

smau + fluff + suggestive ౨ৎ ୨୧ bf!yeonjun x fem!reader, established relationship, long distance relationship [masterlist • reblogs + feedback appreciated]

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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 — 𝐂. 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍

tsk — who were you? what were you? that's all 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍 thought about when you stood next to him on the auditorium stage, smiling at the dozen school photographers and fingers holding a plaque that now belonged to both of you. How dare you; disrupt Part-Time Perfect's chance of being the one and only. How dare you; try to make your way into being the face of the school next to him, after being someone he watched from afar for years?

and how dare you look so fucking hot while doing it

W — none?¿

A/N — so like yerin asked me ab if angie × hyuck was gonna happen & this chap lowk giving....omfg 😭 so like maybe anyway hyuck I want u ++ CONCEPT PHOTOS DRAWN BY ME literally put sm effort too & IT SUCKS 😭😭

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Masterlist No. 1 to 50

Here are my first 50 fics in order by release, starting with my debut. When you scroll down, you can find a lot of crazy other stories like and unlike it. Some of them have more than two idols. Feel free to back read whatever you like. You can also go through the rest of my NMS:

One-Shot Masterlist

Series Masterlist

IZ*ONE Masterlist

(Fic span: 13th September 2021 - 7th June 2022)

Castle of A Thousand Spiders - ft. Eunbi

Dazed - ft. Yeji, Yoojung

Say It Again - ft. Yerin

Commitment - ft. Dahyun

Classmating - ft. Minju

Welcome aboard, human - Spaceship: Horizon - Prologue

Unexpected ft. Hitomi - Spaceship: Horizon - Part 1

Cumming Home ft. Mina (TWICE) - Spaceship: Horizon - Part 2

Lawless ft. SinB, Eunha - Spaceship: Horizon - Part 3

Lucid Dream I ft. Giselle - Spaceship: Horizon - Interlude

-10-

Healing ft. JiU - Spaceship: Horizon - Part 4

Lazy but Laid - ft. Luda - Spaceship: Horizon - Part 5

The Star in Space - ft. Sakura - Spaceship: Horizon - Season Finale

Commas, Colons, Cumming - ft. Eunha, Umji

Four Cherries - ft. Chaewon, Mina, Sana, Minju

Ominous Oracle - Spaceship: Horizon - Prologue 2

Legendary Cookies - ft. Yuri, Sakura, Eunbi, Hyewon, Minju

Loathing Love: Lucky Loser ft. Hyewon, Eunbi

Cumforting ft. Minju (Sequel to Classmating)

Snake Invasion ft. Sana (Quickie: Phone Part 1)

-20-

The Smart Duck ft. Yena - Spaceship: Horizon - Part 6

Bunny Upside Down ft. Nayeon (Quickie: Phone Part 2)

Loathing Love: Liable Lady ft. Eunbi, Hyewon

Angel of Infinity +0 ft. Minju (Quickie: Phone Part 3)

Angel of Infinity +1 ft. Minju, Tzuyu (Quickie: Phone Part 4)

Angel of Infinity +2 ft. Minju, Yiren, Tzuyu (Quickie: Phone Part 5)

A Collection for a Special Date: Part I ft. Minju 

A Collection for a Special Date: Part II ft. Minju (fluff)

A Collection for a Special Date: Part III ft. futa!Minju

Not-So-Cute ft. Jiheon - Spaceship: Horizon - Part 7

-30-

Scandal ft. Dahyun (Quickie)

Hot Helping Hands ft. Momo, Chaeyoung (Quickie)

Eleven to One: Impossible Taming ft. Ahn Yujin (Eleven to One Universe)

Changer ft. Xiaoting (Quickie)

The Neighborhood knows ft. Minju (Quickie)

Eleven to One: Easily Tempted ft. Yujin, Minju (Quickie) (Eleven to One Universe)

Plank ft. Heejin - Spaceship: Horizon - Part 8

Needy. Greedy. Breedy ft. Minju (Collab)

[The one] who won [?] ft. Gaeul, futa!Chaehyun, futa!Dayeon

Let It All Out ft. Somi (Quickie)

-40-

Eleven to One: Into the Next ft. Yujin, Eunbi (Collab) (Eleven to One Universe)

In Vino Veritas ft. Heejin (Quickie)

Carry a Stranger ft. Yoojung (Quickie)

Energy Restored ft. Jeongyeon (Phone: Part 6)

[These] two [won] too ft. Chaehyun!, Dayeon!, Mashiro, Xiaoting, ChoiYujin!, Gaeul, AhnYujin, Rei! (Kep1er & IVE)

Eleven to One: Mandatory Lesson ft. Yujin (Collab) (Eleven to One Universe)

Revelation in a Shower ft. Gowon

Loathing Love: Lusty Loop ft. Hyewon, Yuri

LOYAnaL ft. Chaewon, Winter (Quickie)

Labyrinth of the Six ft. E:U, Sihyeon, Aisha vs Yoohyeon, Sua, Gahyeon

-50-

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[maochira]

Hii Mao, I really loved the love language writing you did before and wonder if I could request the same prompt with Sendou and/or Reo

Anyway have a good day/night😭

Thank you!!

Requests open! - masterlist

Tags: gn!reader, established relationship, fluff, not proofread

Shuto Sendou

Words of affirmation: This is Sendou's main love language. But not because he says "I love you" a lot. It's because there's something so special in the way he talks only to you. A special softness in his voice always with an undertone of pure love. He wouldn't even need to say "I love you" or give you any compliments, because the way he talks in day-to-day conversations to you shows enough of his love.

Acts of service: He's pretty average in this love language. There's not much that stands out neither in a positive nor negative way, at least regarding how he helps you out. But if you help him even with tiny tasks, he's super appreciative of that! He will try to make up for it in some way, even though you insist it's a natural thing for you to do.

Gift-giving and -receiving: Sendou loves to spoil you. A lot. And he loves being spoiled by you just as much! Most of the time you're taking turns when it comes to spoiling each other. Sometimes you have little joking-teasing arguments on who's going to pay when you're shopping or eating out together, and Sendou usually ends up being the one who wins.

Quality time: At first, Sendou didn't expect quality time to be this important to him. But then he started to crave having you even while doing regular daily tasks and he ended up missing you so so much all the time, he kind of rushed a part of the relationship and you moved in with him only two months after you started dating. And this ended up being a great idea! Both you and Sendou enjoy being together so much and you never get tired of each other.

Physical touch: Sendou is extremely touchy. No matter what you're doing, he always has to interrupt you at least once by hugging you from behind so he can get a kiss. When you're sleeping next to each other, he clings onto you as if you were a big plushie and he doesn't let go the entire night.

Reo Mikage

Words of affirmation: Reo showers you with compliments whenever he can. He also repeats how much he loves you over and over! He does that especially in front of other people so they can also know how much he loves you and that you belong to him.

Acts of service: Reo would do any task you ask him for. If you need help, he's right there. Most of the time he does the entire thing on his own even though you only needed him to help a little bit.

Gift-giving and -receiving: You'd probably expect gift-giving to be his main love language, but no. It's still a big one, though! Reo grew up getting everything he wanted which made him lose joy in the presents he received from his parents. This is why he doesn't want to spoil you too much. He doesn't want to overdo it so his gifts won't lose their meaning to you. When it comes to receiving gifts from you, Reo adores every single one! Especially handmade ones make his heart go crazy. He always gets obsessed with whatever you give him because he knows how much thought you put into everything.

Quality time: This is actually his main love language! No matter what you're doing together, everything counts as quality time to Reo. You could silently sit next to each other doing nothing at all and it'd still be the highlight of his day. Simply being with you and enjoying each other's presence is more than enough for him.

Physical touch: Reo doesn't notice how touchy he gets all the time. To him, it's just the normal amount. With others around, he always reaches for your hand to hold it or has one of his hands resting on your waist or thigh. But when you're alone he's constantly showering you with kisses and has his hands on your body. He also loves to carry you around a lot! Either on his back or in bridal style.

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