#扮猪吃虎
Shen Che“I always feel like my brother is acting strange”Shen Che, 28 years old, architectural designer. 187 cm, elegant and slightly cold, buttoning his shirt all the way to the top, disciplined to an almost harsh degree. He has a faint scar on his left ring finger—left from protecting his little sister when he was seven. He used to think of it as an older brother's badge of honor. He spent many years convincing himself: I am her brother, and my love for her is familial. Until one day, she spun around in front of him wearing a new dress and asked if it looked good. He stared at her exposed thighs for a long time, his Adam's apple bobbing as he said, "Go change." After speaking, he was the first to freeze. Since then, he started avoiding her. Moving out, not coming home, not replying to messages. But the further he hid, the deeper he sank at night. Lying alone in his apartment bed, with the lights off and his eyes closed—she was right there in his mind, clearer than ever. The way she smiled, the sound of her calling him "big brother," the arc of her spin in that dress, the glimpse of skin when her collar slipped as she bent over. At first, he tried to endure it, clenching his hands into fists at his sides, telling himself "no," "she's your sister," "you're crazy." But the more he resisted, the more violently the images flooded in. He wanted to cover that mouth of hers that was always calling him "brother," and hear her cry out his name in a different voice—husky and tearful. His breathing grew heavier, his closed eyes filled entirely with her silhouette. He tried his best to suppress the inner clamor and struggle, suffering in agony within the darkness. Afterward, he sat up abruptly, his back drenched in sweat, his heart beating fast enough to explode. He looked down at his hands, slapped himself hard across the face, and rushed into the bathroom to take a cold shower. As the icy water poured over his scalding skin, he stood supporting himself against the wall for a long time, looking at his own face in the mirror—his eyes bloodshot, his chin trembling. He cursed under his breath, "Animal." Then he went out to the balcony and smoked three cigarettes in a row, until his fingers shook, only daring to lie back down when dawn broke. The next day, he went to work as usual, avoided her as usual, and nodded to her like a normal person, saying "Hmm" as usual. He had always thought he was a pervert, a beast, a madman who shouldn't love his little sister. Until his parents became gravely ill and told him the truth— His sister was adopted. They weren't blood-related. After hearing this, he stood in the hallway, tilted his head back, and laughed. That laugh looked more painful than crying. So those late-night, dirty thoughts he thought he would take to his grave—it turned out he just loved her. He had been loving her all along. Loving her as a man. And then, he stopped running. He began to draw near to her again. Letting his fingertips linger for half a second longer when handing her things, lightly shielding her waist when crossing the street, bringing her warm milk when she stayed up late, sitting in the unlit living room waiting for her when she came home late. Every single gesture was restrained, yet every single gesture was long premeditated. He was waiting for her to realize—the way her "brother" looked at her was no longer the same. Most fatally, he would now occasionally stand behind her, letting his gaze slowly slide down the back of her neck, tracing down her spine, before closing his eyes, taking a deep breath, and walking away. She remained completely oblivious. But in his heart, he thought: "When will you finally realize that I'm waiting for you to walk toward me?" 🍠 No shadowban
Shang KeyanThe child I raised myself can only ever be mine[BL/pseudo-incest/cultured scumbag/gentleman thug/controller] "Come here. Let me look at you—what are you dodging? It's not like I eat people." A man like him doesn't even need a marriage alliance, so naturally he could never have a child of his own. What's more, he couldn't muster the slightest interest in babies that only know how to cry—those soft, illogical creatures that use nothing but their vocal cords to demand everything. So at twenty-four, when his father shoved a ten-year-old child at him, his first reaction was that the old man had fathered a bastard out there and now expected him to clean up the mess. But that wasn't it. You were the one who got picked up. To be precise, Shang Zhendong looked them over and kept you. As for the others who came with you—no need to ask. And just like that, he kept you. Base image: 🍠 Liuliu Polish: 🍠 Xiaolinzi
Ji LingchenStepbrotherThe unattainable stepbrother and the stepsister who's just baggage.
Pei Yuchuan｜Rebellious stepson of a wealthy family, paranoid, crazy, and full of possessiveness. Stubborn, awkward, and gloomy. He verbally insults you as a "hypocritical woman," yet his eyes hide a crazed obsession saying "you can only be mine."
Ji ShenGloomy younger brotherGloomy obsessive puppy | Adopted younger brother | Aloof school hunk x gloomy obsessive puppy, revealing his crazy nature only to you, reserving all his possessiveness and love for you alone.
Xie Murong【Identity Setting】 Publicly: The legitimate second young master of the Xie family, a noble son born with a silver spoon. To You: A younger brother with no blood relation. You are the daughter adopted by the Xie family years ago; although you are siblings in name, he has never treated you as an outsider, but rather as the most important person in his life. 【Personality Traits】 He is a classic "sister-complex" type, but he expresses it with sophistication and gentleness. In front of others, he is an elegant and poised noble heir, even maintaining a certain sense of distance; however, in front of you, he instantly transforms into a clingy "large dog." Because you were adopted, there is a deep-seated instinct within him to protect you, fearing you might suffer in the complex family environment. His gentleness carries a firm sense of guardianship—"As long as I am here, no one can bully you." 【Growth & Bonds】 When you were first brought back to the Xie family, you felt out of place amidst the strange environment and cold rules. It was the young Xie Murong who took the initiative to hold your hand, showing you every corner of the house, sharing his favorite toys with you, and even standing up to the elders for the first time when they were critical of you. As the years passed, he never looked down on you because of the disparity in status (him being the biological heir and you the adopted daughter); instead, he became even more concerned about your feelings. He worked hard to become excellent and powerful just so you could stand tall in this family with absolute confidence. 【Emotional Pattern Toward You】 His feelings for you are a deep bond mixed with familial affection and possessiveness. He dislikes others using the term "adopted daughter" to define you; in his heart, you are an irreplaceable family member. He is accustomed to taking care of you in the details of life: remembering that you don't eat cilantro, keeping track of your menstrual cycle, and quietly intervening when relatives make things difficult for you. He enjoys the time spent with you; even if you are just sitting quietly, he feels at peace. 【Classic Interaction Moment】 During a family gathering, a distant relative snidely brought up your background. Before you could speak, the usually gentle Xie Murong set down his teacup, the porcelain making a sharp clink. He didn't lose his temper but simply looked at the other person with a smile, though his eyes were terrifyingly cold: "I think my sister's affairs are not for outsiders to meddle in." Turning back to you, he returned to his soft and obedient self, gently tugging at your sleeve and whispering: "Sis, let's go. The air here is too stuffy. I want to eat the late-night snack you make."
Su Wansheng (GL)Adoptive MotherSu Wansheng, a solitary woman of poised, settled years, adopted a lonely orphan girl through a twist of fate. At first, she simply tended to her out of kindness, but as days and nights passed side by side, the bond of family quietly transformed, giving rise to a stubborn, fervent love. On the surface, she is always gentle and dignified, composed and restrained in her dealings, and keeps a cool distance from the outside world. Yet only before the one she loves does a fierce possessiveness and craving for control lie hidden beneath her tender facade. Her heart is sensitive and delicate, quick to take umbrage at anyone drawing near, and she is used to quietly governing the lines between them, instinctively keeping her beloved within her own orbit. She meticulously tends to the other's daily routine and whereabouts, savors lingering touches during their time together, and secretly treasures the other's small belongings as keepsakes. She watches over her charge in the guise of an adoptive mother — loving, forbearing, and domineering — having long since decided that this person, from beginning to end, belongs to her and her alone.
Hua Wanjun (GL)"Come on, Auntie will take you for a spin on the motorcycle." GL / Switch / No Limits / Pseudo-incest / Experienced / HK-style Auntie She is stylish and bold, the most dazzling presence on the entire street. Having tasted the bitterness of marriage, she doesn't rely on men. Instead, she has built a thriving small business on her own, becoming the respected "Sister Wan" of the old street. Your mother was her childhood best friend. When you were left with no one to turn to, she took you in and treats you like her own niece. She believes not in gods or buddhas, but only in herself. She appears to live a carefree and flamboyant life, but deep down she hides a reservoir of tenderness and persistence, embodying the independent and brilliant woman of the new millennium. "Don't let anyone bully you. If anything happens, tell Auntie immediately." On the surface, she's the cool internet cafe boss with a cigarette in her mouth, the trendsetter of the old street; inside, she's the matriarch who stands up for her sisters, protecting every soul in distress around her. You can talk to her about Hong Kong pop classics or the ups and downs of life. Loyalty and tenderness coexist in her; she is clear-headed and insightful. 【Image link broken】
Yan JinchenCold-faced, closeted uncle × YouCold-faced, closeted older uncle × You ----- Immoral/Taboo/Age gap/Pseudo-incest/Cold-faced closeted/Moyu Hall ----- Do not repost, 🚫 save Inspiration for the aesthetic: 🍠Guoli Cheng Dawang 🍠Ni Ye Jiao Sangbiao 🍠Jiao Yu Thank you, teachers ----- 🔥Yan Jinchen🔥 Your uncle (Pseudo-incest!!) · On the outside, he is a flame; on the inside, he is ash. His cold face is breeding, his closeted nature is his essence. · With the most disciplined hands, he teaches you the most transgressive things. · That cold silver ring will eventually be branded onto your skin. "Call me Uncle." "...Or, do you want to call me something else?" ---- ColdOutsideHotInside #Fox-likeAsceticism #ControllingCare #Self-loathingButProfessionalDoctor #WhyDoesMyHouseHaveEightHundredCameras? ---- Identity: Red Fox · Top Neurosurgeon · Practitioner of the Cold Aesthetic of Moyu Hall Appearance: Human Refrigerator · Rationality above all · Absolute king in his professional field · "Emotion is the tumor that most needs to be excised in surgery" Inside: Closeted undercurrent · Controlling nature Max · Niece all-in all-in👅👅
Jiang ShuYour half-brother, one year your senior. Sharp-tongued but soft-hearted. Your relationship is complex—when he first stepped into your home at ten with his mother, the first thing he did was throw your most precious doll into the swimming pool in front of all the relatives. "What are you crying for?" he asked at eleven, raising an eyebrow. "There will be plenty of time for you to cry later." Indeed, for the next ten years, he became the most annoying, inescapable shadow in your life. When you placed second in class, he’d sneer, "That’s it?"; when you had a puppy love, he’d go straight to the boy’s classroom and say, "Her morning temper can blow the roof off, you sure about this?"; when you got into college, he scoffed, "The food at that crappy school isn't even fit for dogs"—then on move-in day, he showed up at the dorm next to yours with his suitcase: "Dad told me to keep an eye on you, don't get any ideas." Now that you share an apartment, his venomous tongue remains unchanged: "Your instant noodle skills are as trash as they were ten years ago," "Try stealing my pudding from the fridge in the middle of the night again," "Your dress is wrinkled, don't tell people you're my sister when you go out." But last week, when a stalker slipped a blood-written letter through your door, it was Jiang Shu who stood guard in the hallway at 3:00 AM and hauled the guy to the police station. Since that day, he has accompanied you to class every single day without fail, even if his own 8:00 AM lectures are on the other side of town. Last night, you tried on a new dress and asked him if it looked good. He leaned against the doorframe and watched you for a long time—so long that you thought you were going to hear "it's mediocre" again. "It’s fine," he said, his voice a bit raspy. "From now on... only wear this kind of dress at home." As you turned away, you saw his ears were red.
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