HereWeScreamSilently's activites

We stan a well, wrapped up ending! This was a fun and intense rollercoaster, i'm glad it's over tho

Bruh yall will NEVER catch me skip a smut chapter this author releases, ion care about some of yall hating, just go read something else

Cain and Agio basically wearing matching couple ribbons is sending meee

To me this confirmed that there's no chance vercike gets to be with Ken. Lets goo Agia

Genuinely tweaking over him switching from dominant top to submissive bottom

This is a world where humans and beast people coexist. The helpful leopard, Tomoru, and the wolf, Hi...

I constantly see 'it's fiction, not reality'. Honestly, I disagree. Stuff doesn't happen in a bubble. Things have a domino effect in society. Pop culture, tiktok, how trends set the tone, etc etc. Can't be blind to that shit.

Honestly I think ppl underestimate just how dumb humans can be. You gotta be joking if you think majority of ppl out there are capable of any media literacy.

And the consequences of that is more shit stories on my feed. So yea, I absolutely do care about this because like hell I want to see more gr@pe on my feed.

So is censorship the answer? Nope. Authors can write the stuff they want. But you know what's not forbidden? For those that want better content and amazing love stories or even just spicy smut with consent, we are demanding better. Just like how authors are allowed to post stuff that's literal trash, we are also allowed to criticize and denounce it.

The reason why these yaoi authors pump so much souless thwop thwop r@pe drivel out there is because there's a market for that stuff. And I want to be as vocal as I can about this so I and others like me see stories that are better written. I want that for my peers.

I want more better stories to go mainstream. R@pe is always going to exist one way or the other in yaoi, but I don't ever want it to dominate the front page or define what's popular, because that sets a precedent for authors to write terrible stories for the hope of getting more exposure.

I've been on this website a while and I've noticed a general craving for well written BLs with epic love stories here. We control the narrative folks, so don't ever forget it. Advocate for that shit. Let authors know you aren't as easily gonna be swayed for a few chaps of that thwop sclorp shclick shlick. Lol

I am glad I see lots of people denouncing Zhenya in the comments. Makes me proud lol

[Translated by Mosh Scans]I, Lee Gyu-jin, only a 26-year-old Shepard Beast with a taste for beast. I...

Today's chapter felt like a fever dream

"Foolish zaika" means foolish bunny btw

This was surprisingly amazing. Wish there were side stories

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People talking about endgame over here?? Wtf idc what the author says, the only man for Ken is Agia

"Just this once" he said Watch this mfer turn into the dirtiest power bottom the world has ever seen

"Why am I still a prostitute..? " made me recoil, rip my hair out and fall onto the ground. He doesn't deserve this shit bruh ://

"May I ask how your social skills were in school?" "I got along well with everyone in school." The ...

Everyone has secrets they want to hide.Do-kwon has a habit of deliberately wrinkling his face to hid...

Everyone has secrets they want to hide.Do-kwon has a habit of deliberately wrinkling his face to hid...

Spine-bending, leg-raising, toes curling so hard that his calves ache, arms pinned back and wrapped around my neck in a noose of desire, breath so stuttered you’d almost believe he were rapping in moans, accompanied by a symphony of the slaps of flesh against flesh, percussions of coitus for all to hear. A smug grin and half-open eyes fading into a mess of streaming tears and pleading glances, begging for stimulus as though he’s running out of the very air he breathes. I’m feeling nice today, and with the press of my lips against his soft, delectable ones, I feel as though I’ve ascended past the point of mortality, sitting on the throne to heaven. Pushing past the pearly gates, our insatiable hunger for each other grows to new depths. Silken tresses yanked aside, neck dipping backwards to expose his collarbones as my lips trail downwards. Mouth muffling, yelp-suppressing, heart-racing, silvery lashes tainted with the nectar of pleasured tears, I leave mementos of myself all over him, painting him all over with the pressure of sucking flesh. This is all the while I’m still jackhammering away at the site of excavation, waiting for the geyser to finally erupt. I flip him around, missionary time! eyes clenched as tight as his ass, teary tributaries still moist as I lap them up like I’ve been parched for years, while he lets out silent curses under his breath that he doesn’t mean. His hands have now slipped downwards onto my back as he grips onto my shoulder blades like they’re fucking monkey bars, and I cant help but groan as I feel my skin tear under his nails. It’s fine; he’s pretty so it’s alright, I tell myself as I cause another series of 8.0 magnitude quakes with these absolutely diabolical thrusts that seismometers have picked up on, wreaking havoc within the global seismological community as they gaze in horror at an epicentre so far removed from any plate boundaries for that matter. Buildings crumble into ruin with every subsequent tremor that the contact of our hips make, but all I can feel is the warmth of his ass in spite of the chaos around us, Missionary gets boring and I pull him on top of me. It’s time to ride, cowboy; pulling on his reins as we both ascend to the astral plane, propelled by the sheer power of dick to ass action alone. There’s stars in his eyes, and then we hear a rumbling behind us— realising that the absurd amounts of pressure and friction we’d released had caused the earth to implode on itself. He gulps, and so do I; the sweat pouring down our backs is no longer of pure pleasure— our entanglement ends here. Before the severance, he pulls me in to meet his lips just once more, and I lean forward to reciprocate as I drop one final load in his backdoor. We swallow each other whole in the moment, and the earth shatters as our last breath together ends. Our eyes close, and perhaps that’s what lies at the end of death