Lia, 17, was kidnapped as a toddler and has spent the last 16 years in an orphanage, unaware of the family desperately searching for her. Despite the scars left by betrayal and mistreatment, she remains sweet, innocent, and kind-choosing compassion over bitterness. With paint-stained hands and a quiet strength in her heart, Lia finds solace in her art, pouring emotions she can't speak into colors and canvas, waiting-unknowingly-to be found. What happens when she finds out that she has four brothers who have been waiting for her?.

includes most of ukyt if you have a request pls put it in the comments all are y/n fem reader (unless requested otherwise) enjoy! 💗

Jungkook is taehyung adopted son, innocent naivy and doesn't know anything about the world. Comes home crying saying he wants to be an adult, a man. And taehyung' really did make him a man🌚 Jungkook:- mommy? Tae:- hmm? Jungkook:- it feels like kookoo pee'pee will cut in'side Jungkook said rubbing the part were tae and kook meet he circle around making the other moan Tae:- ahhhh no don't do it.... But little did tae know, this jungkook is anythink but innocent. Don't report 🔞 (short story) Story contain Age gap Sm'ut Incent (child- mother (adopted)) Virgin innocent jungkook And more sm'ut Threesome Taexgguk Taexkook Taexggukxkook (tae x father x son)

darling !! Let me know if you want anything.

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ආර්ශ් අයියා ඇත්තටම හිනා වෙන්නේ කළුපාට ඇස් වලින්

_استلقي على الارض و افتح لي ساقيك كــ العاهرة المطيعة هممم ؟ و لا أريد سماع صوتك البتى !. "هو كــ الظل يتفانى وراء ظهري، عندما يحل الظلام في وحدتي يستل مني ظُلمتي. عامية مثلية باللهجة السورية متبرئ من ذنوبكم اللهم أخذت ذنب ما قرأت. _كاتبة مُبتدئة *جميع الحقوق محفوظة لي. لا اسمح الاقتباس او السرقة.

Doing this for the first time, might include grammar mistakes Doing random ships

Smutt Fluff Maybe angst this will contain lesbian, gay and straight (if it's straight, the male will not be dominant it's all femdom.) BDSM

𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐗 𝐉𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐧. In a world that screams, I stand in despair, My voice drowned out, lost in the air. Chains of tradition tighten each day, I long to escape, but I'm forced to stay. Each breath I take feels heavy and torn, Every mistake a scar I've worn. I crave a sky where I can be free, Away from the walls that imprison me. For now, I sit with my heart in pain, Silent, yet screaming, again and again. Though shattered, a spark in me still survives, Dreaming of freedom where my soul can rise.