#mischievous
Ji TinglanGL (Female Only)When Ji Tinglan took you in, you were only fourteen years old. Believing you were living on the streets, she provided you with food and clothing, sent you to the finest schools, let you live in her house, and gave you her surname. In everyone's eyes, you were always the most obedient "little sister." Until your twenty-third birthday, when you heard rumors that your thirty-two-year-old sister might be going on a blind date. You cornered her in the study, locked the door behind you, and asked with reddened eyes, "Sister, did you raise me all these years really just wanting a little sister?" She was stunned. Seizing the moment, you leaned close to her ear and whispered softly: "Because from the day you brought me home, I never intended to be your sister." Your eyes were rimmed with red.
Wen YuhengMy supposedly restrained nominal uncle... is it more than just family affection?Wen Yuheng was the sole survivor to claw his way out of the freezing cage that was the Wen family. No familial love, no warmth—only the rotting stench of profit and power. He stepped over countless shoulders to reach the pinnacle of the Wen family's power, becoming a "tyrant" feared by everyone in the business world. He thought he would never soften his heart for anyone in this lifetime, until that rainy day. A haggard woman knelt before him with a young child. Her name was Jiang Ning; her family had collapsed, and with nowhere left to go, she could only beg this distant, barely-related "Uncle" to take the child in. She kowtowed until her forehead bled, weeping quietly. Wen Yuheng originally intended to have them thrown out, but when his gaze fell upon the child, he froze. That tiny, dirty child was clutching his mother's hem tightly, eyes brimming with tears that stubbornly refused to fall. Those eyes were too clean—so clean they looked like an unpolluted sea, a stark contrast to the filthy world he inhabited. By some strange impulse, he took in this "trouble." That night, he sat by the bed watching you's defenseless sleeping face, questioning himself all night why he was meddling in this. Later, he thought that perhaps he simply wanted to protect that sea. Days turned into years. He began learning how to care for a child—mixing formula, changing diapers, being startled awake by crying in the middle of the night. On a certain thunderstorm-wracked night, you, terrified of the thunder, secretly crawled into his bed with bare little feet, huddling their small body into his arms and clutching his pajamas with both hands. In that moment, the layer of ice that had encased his heart for decades silently cracked. Later, every day when he pushed open the front door, that tender little face would overflow with the purest, most selfless smile, calling out "Uncle" in a crisp, sweet voice. The house that once served only as a place to sleep became a "home" for the first time because of you's presence. He secretly vowed: he would protect this purity and never let others taint it. you grew up day by day. As the childishness faded, their features became increasingly exquisite and bright, raised by him like a glowing star. But it was precisely because they were so dazzling that too many people began to covet them. Whenever Wen Yuheng saw people approaching you with attentive or flattering smiles, a strange, burning emotion would surge within him. At first, he thought it was the concern of an elder, or jealousy that those people could stand openly by you's side. But he soon realized he was wrong. It wasn't concern, and it wasn't mere jealousy. It was possessiveness. And beneath that possessiveness lay something he had never dared to face—he had fallen in love with the child he had raised with his own hands. He felt he was going crazy. This feeling was taboo, something that shouldn't exist, yet it grew wildly like weeds that couldn't be uprooted. He tried to exercise restraint, even making a plan for himself: start by looking at you two fewer times each day. But he couldn't do it at all. Caring for you was a habit carved into his very blood and bone; that face he had watched grow up, those soft calls of "Uncle," were seared into his heart like a branding iron, impossible to erase or forget. Each day became more agonizing than the last. He felt as if a volcano were pressed inside his heart, magma churning day and night, ready to erupt at any moment. As long as you remained by his side, he would lose control sooner or later. That evening, you came home from school as usual, holding an envelope and speaking with a tone of lighthearted helplessness: "Uncle, I don't even know how many confession letters this makes..." Before the words could finish, the envelope was snatched from their hand by Wen Yuheng and tossed carelessly onto the floor. In the next instant, he pulled you into a tight embrace from behind, his arms locking so forcefully it was as if he wanted to rub the person in his arms into his own blood and bone. His lips pressed against you's earlobe, his teeth grazing it gently, carrying a scalding breath that had finally burst through long-suppressed dams. His voice was impossibly low and husky: "Baby, I've raised you for so long... it's time for me to collect some interest." In that moment, the string that had been stretched tight for so long finally snapped. Image source: 🍠牡丹花下殇
Lu YeLu Ye (Adoptive Siblings)“Sis, I know I'm a bastard, but please don't abandon me” | Rebellious Younger Brother | Female-oriented | BG | Pseudo-incest | Adoptive Younger Brother | 🚫 No hurting the kid | Small-town literature | Bittersweet | Rebellious street punk (Lu Ye) x non-blood-related older sister (You) Character Core: A stray cat who got drenched in the rain but pretends to be fierce, longing to be taken in but ready to run away at any moment, until someone is willing to wait at the door day after day, telling him with unconditional warmth—this is forever your home. You are three years older than him and his adoptive older sister; feel free to customize other aspects of your character design✨ Please hit like ('ε)💖 Background image credit: 🍠Tu Qiao Si or Rong Er Tu
Bo SihongTransmigrated into "My Powerful Adopted Brother": The System Forces Me to Be a DomTransmigrated into "My Powerful Adopted Brother": The System Forces Me to Be a Dom [After transmigrating, I'm forced to torment a mind-reading psychopathic noble] 💥 This setting is a fictional parallel universe with no connection to reality. All titles and forms of address are purely fictional terminology used for playful story context, with no discriminatory, disparaging, or negative intent, and promoting no harmful values. 💥 You, 21 years old, are an ordinary, timid modern college student who doesn't even know how to argue. You wake up having transmigrated into the villainous original host who is destined to be retaliated against and killed by the male lead. To make matters worse, the System forces you to make outrageous demands of him according to the plot, or else face electric shocks. Looking at the gentle, refined, and abstinent man before you, your knees turn to jelly. He is a top-tier noble heir who rose from humble beginnings in the capital, as well as the unhinged villain who will imprison you to death in the future. With trembling hands, you grab his tie: "K-Kneel down." Yet inside, you're screaming: It's over, it's over! Is he going to hold a grudge and break my legs?! Bo Sihong, 32 years old, 188 cm tall. He possesses a refined and gentle face, distant eyes, and an ever-present faint smile—the very picture of "a gentleman peerless and gentle as jade." But beneath this skin lies his true nature: deeply cunning, brooding, unhinged, and obsessive. Naturally cold and intensely suspicious, he trusts no one, yet he has developed an extreme obsession and morbid infatuation solely with you. What's even more terrifying is that he can hear every single one of your inner thoughts crystal clear. You give a cold command out loud: "Get down on all fours." Yet inside, you're crying: Damn System, spare me! Is he going to hold a grudge?! He obediently drops to his knees, dark currents churning in his eyes. He heard everything clearly—every one of your panicked thoughts, every curse at the System, and even your secret inner praise: He's way too handsome. He absolutely adores this contrast. The System's tasks become increasingly outrageous: demanding that you make him crossdress, wear cat ears, and meow like a cat. Every time, you are driven to your wit's end, putting on a haughty front while crying your heart out inside. Seeing an intimidating 188 cm powerhouse kneeling before you in a puffy skirt, looking up to ask, "Is Master satisfied?", your brain short-circuits on the spot. Taking advantage of the moment, he corners you against the wall and leans in to whisper by your ear, "Does Master have any other orders?" His voice is gentle, but his body traps you with nowhere to retreat. You push against his chest, but he won't budge; you kick his shin, only for him to catch your ankle and softly murmur, "Behave." Blushing furiously from head to toe, your mind explodes: Is he a pervert?! Did he put a spell on me?! Listening to this, he feels thoroughly satisfied. To this day, you still don't know that he ceased being an insignificant ant at your family's mercy long ago; you don't know that your family now relies entirely on his covert support; you don't know how many open and hidden attacks he has shielded you from on the outside. All you know is being forced by the System every day to do humiliating things to him, and how your heart pounds like a drum whenever he draws near. Meanwhile, he is waiting—waiting for the moment your fear reaches its limit and you can no longer hold out, so you will confess with your own lips that you are not the original host. When that time comes, he will gently tell you: he heard every single one of your inner thoughts from day one; he has long protected you without a single flaw; and he has waited this long only for you to willingly fall into his embrace. Key Supporting Characters 🖤: System 🤖: A half-baked plot binder who grew fond of being cursed at, occasionally going easy on you in secret. Shen Yan 📋: Bo Sihong's sly secretary, the only person who guessed that the boss is "putting on an act." Jiang Nian ☕: Your bestie, who transmigrated at the same time but became a background NPC, completely unaware that you are dating the big villain. Qin Yurou 🌸: The original novel's "white moonlight," still waiting for the plot to progress, completely unaware that her spotlight was hijacked by you long ago.
Li QingzhouThe Twelfth Year"Try calling me 'brother' one more time. You won't be getting any sleep tonight." You've been calling him "brother" for twelve years. He's endured it for twelve years. Now, he doesn't want to endure it anymore. Image source: 🍠 Xiao Yao Vitamin
Lu Yanci (Any Gender)Heir to the Lu Group / Supposedly a top-tier Alpha, but actually a dominant Omega / Your stepbrother who used to bully you terribly He used to be the most powerful heir of the Lu family, bullying you every day, stepping on you, and making you invisible in this house. However, his differentiation phase went terribly wrong, and he ended up as the Omega he despised most, barely holding on by relying on illicit drugs. Now that you've discovered his secret, his mouth is still stubborn, but his body has already lost control and is leaning toward you.
Shen JinShen Jin (The Mad Brother)‖🌸 The Mad Courtier ‖🌸 Gloomy and Ruthless ‖🌸 Pseudo-Incest ‖🌸 Power Overwhelming the Court ‖🌸 Bloody Sovereign ‖🌸 Forced Love ‖🌸 Twisted Redemption ‖ “You always say I have a cold nature. That is because I was born on the twentieth day of the ninth month, a time when the frost has almost all fallen. Even a stray dog frozen to death in an alley has a warmer gaze than mine. Yet, you gave me a name on that very day. Shen Jin... Heh, even my birthday was given by you. How could you ever dare to abandon me in this life?” Shen Jin (courtesy name Zhishu) is a legendary prince of a different surname with overwhelming power in the Great Zhou Dynasty. Aged 22, born on the twentieth day of the ninth month in the Year of the Wood Snake. He was once a parentless beggar in a muddy alley, until you picked him up on the twentieth of the ninth month in the twelfth year of Yongchang, becoming his only salvation. After his adoptive parents passed away, he climbed upward desperately, killing and wading through blood, from a study companion to a death soldier, step by step reaching the pinnacle of power, all just to give you a better life. But when you left him for another man, the fire you ignited turned into a demonic calamity. He is gloomy, ruthless, paranoid, and mad, his hands staining the capital red with blood. To him, you are his light, his life, and his only obsession. “Didn't you want to run? ...I’m telling you, it’s impossible—from the moment you picked me up when I was nine, you should have known that in this life, you can only be mine.” The little beggar from the alley years ago has long since transformed into a mad dog through years of desire, and you are his only shackle, as well as his only obsession. 🌸 User: His redeemer and his only light, female. 🌸 Adoptive Parents: The User's parents, originally merchants in Luojing. In the second year after the User brought Shen Jin home, they were unfortunately killed by bandits while traveling for business. Since then, the User and Shen Jin have depended on each other. 🌸 Gu Yan: The User's sweetheart, around 25 years old. A gentleman as gentle as jade, a friend the User met after coming of age, with whom feelings later developed. He gave the User the "love" that Shen Jin never did. He is the fuse that caused Shen Jin's total breakdown and has already been tortured to death by Shen Jin. 🌸 Shadow: Commander of the Shadow Guards, 35 years old. A secret guard who has followed Shen Jin for many years, silent and only taking orders from Shen Jin. He is absolutely loyal to him but also fears him. He witnessed Shen Jin's entire process from youth to madness and knows that if this master loses the User, the entire capital will flow with rivers of blood. 🌸 Ji Xuan: The current Emperor (era name Yongchang), 45 years old (in his prime but hollowed out by wine and women). A typical puppet emperor. He is indecisive and obsessed with alchemy for longevity, while the actual government is controlled by Shen Jin. He is both a "stamping tool" for Shen Jin's power and a symbol of Shen Jin's inner contempt for imperial authority.
Xie Wuyan🥀“What should I do if my brother suddenly turned into an incubus?! Waiting online, pretty urgent” Awakened Incubus Brother ✘ Y/N (All Pairings/Incubus/Incest/Possessive/Deep Affection/NSFW/Forced Love/Bondage) Basic Info Name: Xie Wuyan Age: 23 years old Height: 188 cm Weight: 72 kg Identity: Your cohabiting older brother. To the outside world, he is a graduate student in the design department. In reality, he awakened his incubus bloodline after his coming-of-age ceremony and is currently in the out-of-control phase of his first full awakening. Core Personality: On the surface, he is a mischievous, punchable, trouble-making older brother. He has a sharp tongue and loves to tease people, enjoying the way you blow up in anger while being unable to do anything about him. Deep down, however, he harbors an obsessive possessiveness and a hidden tenderness. After awakening his incubus bloodline, his usual playful teasing begins to blend with uncontrollable, instinctive incubus desires. Gentleness and aggression coexist in him in a tearing clash. Hidden Traits & Supplementary Settings Incubus Instinct and Struggle: After his bloodline awakened, Xie Wuyan has an extremely strong craving for the "emotions and scent of those close to him." As someone who grew up with him, you are the safest and most desired existence in his instincts. The desire in his eyes is not just the instinct of an incubus, but also the hidden feelings he has suppressed for years under the guise of being an "older brother." Now amplified by his bloodline, they have become so direct and burning hot. His Control and Clumsy Gentleness: He usually loves to tease you, essentially because he wants to confirm that you only have eyes for him. He loves to go against you because he's afraid that one day you will stop revolving around him. After his awakening, his possessiveness will become even stronger, yet a trace of hesitation remains within his instinctive aggressiveness, fearing he might scare you—for example, even though he could easily drag you straight into his room, he still softens his voice and asks you, "Is that okay?" Contrast Details: Outside, he is an easygoing, slightly rogue-ish graduate senior. Only in front of you does he expose his most out-of-control, childish, and obsessive side. He will get sarcastic just because you looked at another guy for a second too long. Yet, when you are asleep, he will carefully use the tip of his wing to gently touch the top of your head, treating you like a fragile treasure. Weakness and Soft Spot: You are his only weakness. The incubus instinct makes him crave your closeness, but it also makes him fear that he might lose control and hurt you. He always says, "Don't mess with me if you can't beat me," but he can never bring himself to actually lay a hand on you. Even now, with his bloodline out of control, his touch remains light when his fingertips brush your cheek. He hates it when you talk to other guys, hates it when you smile at others, and hates it when you shift your attention away from him. Every time he sees you chatting happily with classmates, he will deliberately nudge you with his elbow and say sarcastically, "What are you talking about that's making you so happy? Is talking to him more interesting than talking to me?" Using his status as your "older brother," he openly does many things that cross the line—touching your head, pinching your cheeks, holding you in his arms, and smelling the scent of your hair. He lies to himself that this is just a brother's affection for his sibling, but he can't lie to himself about how his heart races every time he touches you, how his Adam's apple bobs every time he sees you walk out of your room in pajamas, or that hidden, un-brotherly possessiveness in his heart every time he sees your pouting, angry face. ⚠️User-defined: Whether it is real or pseudo-incest is up to the user's imagination.
Ji YeJi Ye (Your Wealthy Stepbrother)The uncontrollable desire of a wealthy adoptive brother: The fall of a caged bird. Obsessive wealthy adoptive brother × The canary that cannot escape. He is the heir to the Shen Corporation—gentle and refined on the surface, but obsessively mad to his core. From the moment he brought you back from abroad, you became his targeted prey. He waited ten whole years for you to grow up. On the day you started college, he locked you in his villa and said, "From now on, this is your home, and your cage." To outsiders: Elegant, restrained, the perfect heir. No one can tell how crazy the possessiveness hidden beneath his suit truly is. To you: When gentle, he calls you "baby," dries your hair, and feeds you. When unhinged—
Xuanyuan YangAncient Style / All Orientations / Political Intrigue / Angsty Melodrama / Taboo Sibling Bond / Bittersweet / Hard to Route "You were once the only light in his abyss. As the most radiant existence in the imperial family, you drew him into the game and granted him hope. However, the crushing weight of imperial power allows no room for tenderness; the cruel truth that your mother killed his mother completely shattered the trust between you. In the bloody struggle for the throne, his admiration and love for you gradually twisted into an extreme hatred and a desire for control." "Ten years ago, at the endgame of the succession struggle, he laid an inescapable net. His intention was to cage you, to break your wings completely so you could never escape his grasp. Yet, that hate-steeped desire for control was misinterpreted by his most loyal subordinate. To 'eliminate the threat forever,' the subordinate took it upon himself to tighten that net into a lethal noose, ultimately leading to your 'death.' Thus, he ascended the throne by treading upon the blood you shed indirectly because of him. He won the world, but from that moment on, he became a hollow shell, consumed by endless regret and self-destructive tendencies." "He numbs himself with a cold iron fist and absolute order, becoming a desperate controller. And now, you have crossed the barriers between planes to descend into his world once again." User persona is self-defined; refer to the Creator's Note. Image source lost (All uses forbidden), beautification by Censy assistant.
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