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In this yaoi world there are all types of seme ...but what are different in the ones which made it to this list are that he are cut out from different cloth...They break the stereotypical norms & thus arises something strangely beautiful
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⁃ uke always horny > nonstop sex drive – literally *begs* be fucked!
⁃ sexy ukes
⁃ tight hole defiled
⁃ peachy/juicy butt
⁃ huge dick
⁃ buff/muscular ukes
⁃ submissive ukes (w/wo BDSM)
⁃ rapist/asshole semes
⁃ taller ukes
⁃ younger ukes
⁃ student a/o teacher ukes
⁃ childhood/school/college friends
⁃ dominant/strong ukes
⁃ cross-dresser ukes
⁃ demon ukes
⁃ sukes/sekes (versatiles)
⁃ fuck buddies
⁃ friends to lovers
⁃ coworkers to lovers
Kuroshitsuji ED (english trans)
by Yuya Matsushita
"Bird"
We, like the flowers and the trees, are pitiful,
for we can only extend upward towards the sky.
We realize this when we look down once in a while,
but then again we look back up.
You look so sad in your sleep,
as if you are having a nightmare.
I'm right here, right by your side,
and I'm not going anywhere anymore.
How do I live without you?
Everyone looks at the sky.
They look up, and again look back down,
and they lament because they are unable
to find that blue sky they once saw in the past.
Switching between being free and being selfish,
we have lived this far.
Under this night sky without even a single star,
unable to see my destination, I simply wander about.
There hasn't been anything scary at all,
just that there's nothing for me to protect.
Be it tomorrow or 10 years from now on,
I'm scared of what will happen then.
I need huggin' my sweet heart.
Everyone weeps at the sky.
They reach out their hands, and start dreaming,
and they will forever protect
that blue sky they once saw in the past.
Although there are figures soaring in the sky,
I no longer yearn for that kind of freedom.
Nobody is truly free;
that is not true freedom,
simply that there are no roads in the sky.
This midair space, otherwise known as "you",
oh please lock me in.
I'm not going anywhere anymore.
Please don't go anywhere anymore.
In the middle of the sky,
everyone is locked inside this cage called "freedom".
All I need is you by my side,
and then in this sky I'll have no more need for wings.
