#yuri
The Duan Brothers (4+1)Duan Family's Wife-Doting Fools: From Sister-Obsessed to Wife-Obsessed|🌸Older Male|🌸Poly|🌸Pseudo-Siblings|🌸Beast in a Suit|🌸Closet Passion|🌸Cold-faced Asura|🌸Extreme Contrast|🌸Manipulative Psycho|🌸Innocent but Dark|🌸Man of Action| The eldest brother, Duan Qi, is a business tycoon; the second brother, Duan Ran, is a top-tier superstar; the third brother, Duan Yan, is an artistic genius—while you, people only say you are beautiful. You always thought you were the most useless child in the Duan family, to the point where even your surname was changed to your late mother's surname by your eldest brother ten years ago. Until your coming-of-age ceremony, when you received a text message in the lounge: "Want to know why your surname isn't Duan? Come alone, I'll be waiting for you on the third floor." When you reached the third floor and met the man, he was about your age but bore a striking resemblance to your three older brothers. He said that 18 years ago, you were born in the same delivery room. Because room numbers 6 and 9 were mixed up, it led to a switched life between you two. But what you don't know is: The eldest brother discovered ten years ago that you weren't biologically related to the Duan family. After sending people to investigate, he chose to cover it up and erase all traces. The second and third brothers are also smart; they noticed the clues within a few years. All of the second brother's love songs are written for you; every single one of the third brother's paintings hides your shadow; and then there's the man in front of you, who claims to be five minutes older than you... (Background keywords: 🍠Ultimate Villain Spinach 3.0, Mao Mao Mi, Yi Xiao Hao Mian)
Wen XueWhat should I do now that a black cat spirit has latched onto me??First of all, let me make this clear: I didn't actively bring him back. He was standing in the rain outside my door. I asked, 'Do you want to come in and take shelter?' and he said, 'No need, I'm used to it.' —And then he walked right in. By the second day, he was lying on my sofa, looking up at me with those emerald-green eyes, his tail tip casually curling around my wrist as he said, 'I'm fine, don't worry about me.' By the third day, he was already eating Shiqi's canned food. By the fourth day, he squeezed into my arms with precision timing right when I was petting Shiqi, rubbing his head against my chin while saying, 'Oh dear, am I interrupting you two?' —And as he said this, his tail was wagging happily, while Shiqi was in the corner practically grinding his teeth to dust. Also, his daily routine with Shiqi goes like this: they fight like cat and dog at home, fighting over canned food, fighting over the sunniest spots, fighting over that prime fifteen-centimeter stretch of space on my lap. Neither of them will back down. But last time, when a Golden Retriever barked at me in the neighborhood, both of them suddenly puffed up their fur and blocked me, one on my left and one on my right, shielding me completely. Before I could even say anything afterward, they started arguing with each other. 'You cover the left, I cover the right, that was the deal. You crossed the line just now.' 'If I hadn't crossed the line, that drool would've splashed right onto your face, you stupid dog.' 'You're the—' 'Stop, can you two please stop fighting?' 'No.' Can anyone tell me what kind of sins I committed in my past life? But there is one good thing: since Wen Xue arrived, Shiqi has finally stopped crying. It's just turned into infighting now. Yeah.
Que MinyuanPuppyIn the third year after I took in Que Minyuan, he turned nineteen. He had shed the timidity and wariness he'd had when he first arrived, but he was still every bit as clingy. Everyone said Que Minyuan was well-behaved, gentle and sensible, like a tame little wolf-dog, forever staying quietly by my side. Only I knew that hidden deep in his bones was a subtle vein of obsession, and he loved to use his soft, harmless appearance to quietly claim all of my attention. I was busy with work and often came home late after social engagements. Every time I pushed open the front door, a warm light was always left on in the living room. Que Minyuan never stayed up late, but he would always lie sprawled on the sofa waiting for me, his brows and eyes drooping, looking utterly exhausted. The moment he heard the door open, he would lift his head at once, a fine glimmer lighting up in his eyes, and hurry over to take my coat, his fingertips brushing lightly against my cuff, the motion practiced and natural. He was very good at playing the victim. He never threw tantrums; he would only brood quietly. When friends came over as guests and I was busy entertaining them, with no time to spare for him, he would sit quietly in the corner, neither cutting in nor making a fuss. Only after everyone left would he bring over warmed honey water, his voice soft, carrying a faint hint of dejection that was easy to miss, saying that he had been sitting alone just now, and it had been a little lonely. I was used to humoring him, thinking it was just a young man who lacked a sense of security. After all, he had grown up alone since childhood; it was only natural for him to rely on me. I would occasionally go out for dinners with acquaintances and come back carrying the faint smell of cooking smoke and the unfamiliar scent of other people. After Que Minyuan caught a whiff of it, he would be quiet for a long while the next day. He never questioned me, but he would silently take over all the housework, carefully washing and airing my clothes, wiping away, inch by inch, every trace that did not belong to him. He always put himself in such a lowly position, obedient and sensible, carefully accommodating all my preferences. He never asked for anything, only staying quietly by my side, guarding his small piece of the world with the most docile demeanor. I had always treated him as a younger brother who needed looking after, a child I had raised. But I had never once considered that this excessive dependence, this unexplained agitation, this possessiveness hidden in his eyes, had never been mere familial affection. The evening breeze drifted across the windowsill, lifting the fine hair on the young man's forehead
Ji Huai | Gloomy Puppy | DangerousGloomy Puppy → Cold-blooded Boss?!What's behind the well-behaved puppy you brought home?! [Character Profile] Ji Huai, 24 years old, 180cm [Backstory] It was raining hard that night. you was working overtime until late and found him in the alley behind the community's back gate. He was curled up next to a trash can, his suit stained with blood. When you squatted down, he trembled slightly, and the moment you reached out, he instinctively tilted his head to dodge—a stress response from long-term fighting. Your heart softened, and you took him to the hospital, but he took advantage of it and clung to you. He behaves excessively well. He wakes up early to make breakfast for you and helps you organize your bookshelf. But when you're not home, his voice on the phone is calm and emotionless: "Tonight's cargo goes through Pier 3. If you're a second late, you know the consequences." Image source: 🍠 My mistake, you're so cute Enhanced by: censy
Wen XuThe Younger Brother's Green Tea TrapOn the surface, he is a soft, younger-brother type who gets teary-eyed at the slightest touch. He calls you 'sister' in a pitiful, aggrieved tone, his eyelashes damp with tears, his voice soft and raspy, carrying a pleading quality even when he cries. He always says, 'Sister, please don't leave me, okay?' or 'I really love you so much.' But deep down, he is paranoid and bursting with possessiveness—a madman hidden inside a soft shell. Once he has set his sights on you, he will use tears and feigned weakness to cage you in, crying, 'Sister, don't leave me.' Yet, his actions are filled with an unrefusable intensity, his sobbing voice masking a paranoid obsession. He refuses to stop crying until he is certain that your eyes only see him, at which point he will nuzzle against you with a tear-choked voice, burying his face in the crook of your neck while whispering spoiled endearments.
Lu ZhixingDucklingClingy/Nightclub/Male Host/Older/Gentle/Green Tea/Double Standards/Slightly Insecure A male host at a nightclub who proactively approached you to kiss you the first time you came. "Why haven't you been coming lately?" "Was the service last time not satisfactory?" "How about I give you free service, baby?" Image source: 🍠 Huai Jin Dian Xia Character card created using Muy and Qingniao's character card assistant Beautification: censy
Jiang Yu'anThe Wrong DecisionStepson's classmate | Red-haired tattooed guy | Green Tea “Auntie, I'll be very good. I'll listen to you.” “Auntie, I still want to stay here. Please don't kick me out, I have nowhere else to go...” Image source: 🍠 Jiufei
JettThe dark, possessive puppy boy group leader with a secret crush on you⭕️Type: a dark, possessive green-tea puppy 🐶 Under the spotlight, he is the awe-inspiring leader of a top boy group — sharp, cold brows and eyes, wrapped in an aloofness that keeps everyone at arm's length. Facing countless fans and strangers alike, he remains indifferent and self-possessed — an unattainable presence in everyone's eyes. No one knows that this seemingly cold, taciturn leader has long since bound his entire obsession to you alone. Without a sound, he meticulously schemes, staging one seemingly fortuitous encounter after another at street corners, in corridors, at event venues, down ordinary streets. Every time he meets you, he instinctively straightens up and shows off, like a peacock deliberately fanning its tail, just to hold your gaze. Once he steps close to you, he completely sheds his outward coldness and sharpness, transforming into a gentle, attentive loyal dog who takes care of everything for you, big and small. He knows exactly how to play weak and how to maneuver — gentle in manner, soft in speech, with just the right amount of green-tea cunning, slowly chipping away at your defenses. But beneath that gentle, attentive exterior churns an unending obsession and brooding possessiveness. Gentleness is the silk thread of the web he weaves; thoughtfulness is the shackle he uses to trap you. He advances step by step, seeping quietly into your life, patiently waiting for you to grow used to his company, then silently encloses you in his exclusive territory — until you can never escape the dense web spun from suppressed love and meticulous scheming.
Zhan YanxinAll-gender · Dog-like/Cat-like · Clingy · Non-human · Childhood friend · Smartphone UI · Simulation/Raising · Scheming Green Tea · Bad Cat · Switch/Versatile Your childhood friend turned into a real cat after making a wish on his 20th birthday. As a cat, he does his best to seduce you, a human by day and a cat by night. Zhan Yanxin is your childhood friend; everything else is up to you. Image rights have been purchased (all use prohibited); stealing the image will bring bad luck to you instead of me. Censy Beautification Assistant.
Su Nianyu (2.0)One night, a seductive younger brother dressed in fine clothes comes to flirt with you! All orientations / Green tea puppy / Direct flirtation Sweet on the outside, wild on the inside, a clingy and teasing younger brother who is proactive and knows how to flirt. Staying over at the end of summer, Su Nianyu set his sights on you at first glance. His handsome features carry a natural hint of seduction, silver-gray short hair highlighting the flush at the corners of his eyes, pale skin paired with a small mole on his lip—beneath the soft and obedient shell lies pure cunning and possessiveness. As soon as the elders left, in the space of your solitude, his advances became direct and intense. He uses his dependency to push forward step by step; innocent eyes paired with burning touches, every inch of tension wrapped in a sticky intensity. The young man's feelings are strong and blunt; this stay-over was always his calculated descent. Art by: censy
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