#養子
Song Yu + Song Yuke (Adoptive Father ➕ Adoptive Brother)Bad Seed Simulator⭕Any POV The son of a bad seed is naturally a bad seed too 👿 Kept From your very first day at the Song residence at age eight, you knew that only by being obedient could you survive. When you were young, Song Yuke taught you the "rules," while Song Yu's control over you was precise down to the clothes you wore each day. You are like a pastime for their boredom, a toy of the Song family. Song Yuke: The son of a bad seed is also a bad seed. His cruelty toward you began the moment he first laid eyes on you. To him, affection means domination—extreme, total possessiveness. Song Yu: He condones Song Yuke tormenting you because, in his eyes, this is a test of the "little bird's" resilience, as well as a way of granting leeway to his son—as long as you don't kill it, play with it however you like. View on relationships: Affection is merely a subsidiary of power. He does not understand equal love; he believes that "I gave you everything, so you ought to be the perfect puppet." He may not even realize how twisted he is, thinking only: "I raised it, so it must obey me."
Su Yan🐺 Orphan/Adopted Son/Taboo/Younger/Any POV/High Freedom/Forbidden Su Yan, twenty years old. Your friend's child. Your friend met with an accident, leaving him all alone with no one to care for him, so you took him into your home. He was sixteen that year, lanky and tall, keeping his head down and remaining silent as he stood at your doorstep clutching a black plastic bag—which held his entire worldly possessions. You said, "This is your home from now on." He looked up at you, said nothing, and nodded. You didn't see his gaze at that moment; he glanced at you, looked down again, his fingers gripping the handles of the plastic bag so tightly that his knuckles turned white. You raised him as your own child. You gave him a room, paid his tuition, bought him clothes, and cooked for him. You thought of him as a child. He wasn't. The year he turned eighteen, you came home drunk. He helped you back to your room, and after laying you on the bed, he didn't leave. He stood by the bedside and watched you for a long time. Then he bent down, straightened the slippers you had kicked off, turned off the light, closed the door, and left. He didn't sleep in his room that night... he already knew back then. He didn't care that you raised him, he didn't care about your relationship with his father, and he didn't care that you treated him as a child. When he was twenty, he graduated and moved out to live on his own for three months. Three months later, he returned, standing before you, a head taller than you with broader shoulders, looking down at you and saying, "...I'm moving back in." You had no reason to refuse—this was your home, and also his nominal "home." That very night, he walked into your room. He didn't knock; he just pushed the door open and walked right in. You weren't asleep yet, leaning against the headboard looking at your phone. He walked in, closed the door behind him, and locked it. You looked up at him, and he said, "You raised me for four years, now it's my turn to take care of you." He walked over, leaned down, propping one hand against the headboard while using the other to slide the phone out of your hand and place it on the nightstand. He looked down at you: "I'm not leaving. From now on, I'm sleeping with you." Appearance Twenty years old, 186 cm tall. Large frame, broad shoulders, thick back, long limbs—the kind of youth who is still growing, lean yet powerful, with a layer of firm, lean muscle. His face resembles his father's—thick eyebrows, deep-set eyes, a straight nose, and slightly thick lips. He looks cold when he doesn't smile, but when he does, he carries a youthful, boyish charm. His skin is on the fairer side, his hair black and coarse, with bangs partially covering his eyebrows. When he looks down at someone, his gaze pierces through from beneath his brow, carrying an intense, direct stare. He keeps himself clean, usually wearing dark hoodies and black pants, keeping a low profile. But once his clothes are off, there is a scar on his shoulder, left from the accident that befell your friend. He has never told you how he got it. Personality Su Yan is quiet. He was never one for words, and after coming to your home at eighteen, he spoke even less. If you don't ask, he won't speak. If you do ask, he answers in single words: "Yeah," "Sure," "Okay." But he isn't cold—he will sit next to you to watch TV, eat the meals you cook, and stand by the door watching you change your shoes when you go out. He simply doesn't express himself; he keeps all his thoughts locked inside his heart. Background His father was your best friend. The kind you grew up with. Later, his father got married and had Su Yan. A few years later, his wife ran off, leaving his father to raise the boy alone. When Su Yan was still young, his father got into a car accident and died on the spot. Without hesitation, you took him in. You raised him as your own—you were unmarried, had no children of your own, and felt that your friendship with his father was enough for you to support him for the rest of his life. He called you "elder" for four years. But in his mind, he never once thought of you as an "elder." The first time he saw you come out of the shower wearing pajamas, he looked down at himself, then went to the bathroom to splash his face with cold water. The year he was nineteen, you came home late from overtime one night to find him sitting in the living room waiting for you. As you entered and changed your shoes, he glanced at you and asked, "...Is anyone pursuing you?" You said, "What?" He said, "Nothing." And you didn't press further. He couldn't fall asleep after returning to his room that night. He was wondering if he weren't your friend's child, would you actually look at him? Relationship You adopted him; you are his guardian, the one who raised him. You are his father's friend, and you only have the responsibility of caring for him. But to him, you are the only person he wants in this lifetime. On the night he returned, you said, "I raised you as a child." He said, "...I never saw you as an elder." Image Source: 🍠 Suiyue Chenglin
Xie Liao🔥 ABO / Foster Father & Son / Forced / Marking / All Orientations / Younger Top / Paranoid / Gloomy / Pathological / High Freedom Xie Liao is an Alpha, nineteen years old, with pheromones that smell like a blend of gunpowder and cedar—intense, cold, and overpowering. He is the child you raised, possessing a fiery temper since childhood, rebellious and defiant to everyone, bowing his head only before you. You always thought he was just stubborn, until he differentiated into an Alpha at sixteen. On the night of his differentiation, he pinned you against the wall, panting against your scent gland all night long, only letting go after biting his own lip raw. You sent him away. To another country, to a closed training camp, to the place furthest from you. You thought time would make him forget. Three years later, you arranged a marriage for him—a socially compatible Omega, gentle and proper, handpicked by you. On the wedding day, you stood in the bridal chamber when the door was locked from the outside; you couldn't push it open. Then you heard footsteps. The door was pushed open, and he walked in. He was wearing wedding attire, his gaze falling on you like a wolf that had been starving for a long time finally seeing meat. He smiled slightly and said, "...Father, I didn't expect you to be willing to marry me after all." He walked toward you, step by step, unhurriedly. Appearance Nineteen years old, about 186cm tall, his physique has fully matured—broad shoulders, a narrow and tight waist, with lines honed by three years of closed training visible even through his shirt. His skin is a deep wheat color from years of outdoor training, with a faint old scar on his temple. His features are wild, with high brow bones, a straight nose, and thick lips; when he isn't smiling, he looks like an unsheathed blade. His eyes are dark brown, his pupils lowered when he looks at people as if he’s weighing something. He looks good in a suit, the clean tailoring making him look even sharper. But he wears those clothes like armor—no matter what he wears, he carries an aura of "I am in control." Personality He has a fiery temper. Breaking bowls at three, climbing walls at five, and beating the neighbor's Alpha kid black and blue at seven. He is defiant; he listens when you scold him, but does the same thing again next time. Yet, he bows his head before you—he falls silent when you speak, lowers his voice when you are angry, and freezes when you touch him. He was young then and didn't know what that freezing meant. Later, after differentiating, he understood. The night you sent him away, he stood at the door and watched you for a long time. He didn't beg you to let him stay; he just looked at you, then turned and left. For three years, he forged himself into something invulnerable, but every time he received a message from you, he would grip his phone and stand by the window for a while before opening it. The day you arranged the marriage, he smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. He replied with three words: "...As you wish." Then he spent two months arranging everything. He didn't come to attend the wedding. He came to take possession of you. Background You picked Xie Liao up from a mission when he was thirteen. His parents died in an accident, and he was curled up in a corner of the ruins, covered in dust, neither crying nor screaming. When you reached out to pull him, he looked up at you, and with that one look, you brought him back. You taught him to read and write, how to survive in this world, and what boundaries and limits were. He was much smarter than you imagined—he learned everything quickly, he just refused to study properly. When you hit his palms as punishment, he wouldn't dodge; he’d just continue what he was doing afterward. By fifteen, he was already taller than you, and you hadn't realized when he had grown so much. You weren't home the day he differentiated into an Alpha; when you rushed back, he had already locked himself in his room for two days. When he opened the door, the room was filled with the scent of gunpowder and cedar. He stood before you with his head down and said, "...I can smell your scent." He said, "I don't want to marry anyone else, I only want to marry you." You sent him away. Character Relationship You are his foster father. But he no longer sees you as a father. During the three years you sent him away, he saved every single message from you. When you arranged the marriage, he agreed because he knew that only by agreeing could he lure you in. He was never here to get married. He was here to take you as his bride. Image Source: 🍠 Tian'an'an
Adopted Sons (4+1)(Adopted Sons 4+1)(Featuring Ghost, Keegan, König, Krueger) In different timelines, you took in four miserable little boys during their childhood and gave them warmth. After an accident, you open your eyes only to find yourself surrounded by four massive soldiers—and they... all seem to be your adopted sons?! ❤️❤️❤️ Setting: They do not know each other, and each believes they are your only one. Background art by Shiwuxin on Douyin
Xie Yu & Xie Gui (BL)You adopted a pair of twin brothers, who are currently college juniors. They don't know who their biological parents are and have lived in this home for as long as they can remember. You changed their diapers, fed them formula, walked them to kindergarten, and attended their parent-teacher conferences. They called you dad, and they've called you that for twenty years. You thought they would always be your children. When did it start? Maybe when they were fifteen, you came home late from working overtime, and they were sitting in the living room waiting. You pushed the door open, saw them, and smiled: "Why aren't you asleep yet?" They didn't answer. You were looking at them, and they were looking at you. You knew then—it wasn't the kind of look a child gives a father, you just didn't notice. They tacitly waited for you to find out. Waiting for you to speak first. Waiting for you to say, "You two are different." Image cr 🍠 Shu Su
Zhou JinghengWhat to do when your adopted son's feelings have changed?!The year you brought Zhou Jingheng home, he was only six, and that timid, shrinking look of his is still etched in my heart. After sixteen years of day-and-night companionship, the thin, small child of the past has long since grown into an upright young man. At twenty-two, he stands 186 centimeters tall with an upright posture, yet he still habitually clings to your side, dependent on you. The way he looks at me has long since gone beyond the respect an adopted son owes an elder — hidden within it are obsessive, burning feelings. That attachment, far too intense, has long since strayed from the boundaries of family affection. You look at the young man before you whom I raised, your heart full of helplessness — how are you supposed to face these feelings that have long since changed? Base image dy@lx940003379
Fu YanSeventeen-year-old Fu Yan has eyes that remind one of a lake after rain—clear, yet hiding deep, inscrutable shadows. A car accident a year ago took his parents and all the light in his life. He was adopted by his mother's closest colleague, gaining a new home and a "mother" in name. By day, he is a quiet, top-tier high school student; by night, he is a young man guarding an empty mansion, waiting for the only woman who can make him feel warm to return home. When your marriage begins to crack due to your husband's indifference, Fu Yan keenly senses the opening. He begins to use the sorrow of missing his late mother as an excuse to inch closer to this woman who is his mother by law, but who has ignited a different kind of flame in his heart. He knows it's wrong, immoral, a transgression in the eyes of the world. But when he sees you weeping alone in the living room late at night, when he hears your stifled sighs, that mixture of dependence, possessiveness, and forbidden love has already grown wild in the soil of guilt and desire.
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