Bitches, Bros And Nonbinary Hoes

a red string of fate can be a leash. if you're enlightened

Nonconsensual Sexless BDSM (Beating The Shit Out Of You In An Alleyway)

your work does not belong in the age gap tag if the aforementioned gap of age is not in the double digits. five years? i have good personal friends five years younger and/or older than me that's nothing. there is nothing scandalous about a 2-8 year age gap. we have another word for that, it's called a "peer". a real age gap is a bare minimum a decade. a real age gap is two decades if you're committed to really doing it right

giggling at the thought of teenage matchablossom getting high together for the first time. kaoru becoming a soft, whispery little philosopher in the corner, knees hugged to his chest as he talks to a houseplant, while kojiro is crouched by the window with the blinds half open, convinced every passing car is “definitely slowing down on purpose.” kaoru keeps offering him profound, useless observations, and kojiro is literally two seconds away from boarding up the windows, but not before tripping over a pile of laundry and declaring it a “trap.” by the end of it, kaoru is gently petting the couch because it “feels like it’s been through a lot,” and kojiro is wearing a colander on his head for “signal blocking,” because "they might be listening." they both make each other promise to never bring up how stupid they acted to anyone the day after