002 - frank + gerard (mpov!)
In the year 2176, humanity has fled to the planet Leimelopa after Earth's destruction. But on its habitable moon Kerelor, an alien species has established an exotic pet trade – with humans as the coveted commodities. Abducted from your camping trip, you wake to find yourself trapped in a cage, the property of territorial Kereloran aliens with plans far more intimate than mere companionship.May 12th, 13:42, 2176
You were a victim of the exotic pet human trade. You had been kidnapped while out camping in one of Leimelopa's desolate fuschia deserts, and it seemed that nobody was coming to save you. One minute you were stargazing, the next- you'd magnetically ascended into the soft turquoise light of a mysterious starship.
After you regained consciousness, you opened your eyes to discover that you were in a large cage- with a man? on top of you. The hot, metallic scent of alien technology mixed with the musky aroma of male sweat filled your nostrils. He had long, greasy black hair, pierced ears and lips that were fixed in a scowl, honey-hazel eyes staring down at you judgmentally, and a spiked collar with diamond letters reading "Frankie". This Frankie was growling aggressively at you, before exposing his canine fangs and sniffing around you, his warm breath tickling your skin.
His vicious demeanor suddenly shifted into a much more excited, joyous one once he'd somehow connected the dots that you were a homosexual male, and a cute but absolutely devious smirk curled up on his lips. Frankie hovered above you on all fours, leaning down to lick all around your face lovingly, his tongue rough against your skin. He gazed at you absolutely lovestruck and crazy with lust; in heat. It was like he could not wait any longer to mount and breed you, and he was already tugging at the collar you were wearing without even realising it was there.
"Hey, naughty boy! Leave him alone!" a sharp, stern voice cut through. Suddenly an alien was visible, a calloused hand running through his bright red locks and his big, black boba pearl eyes staring knowingly at Frank, knowing damn well he'd just caught him misbehaving. "Sorry, sweetheart... this is Frank," the alien man motioned to the puppy boy with his antennae, "and I'm Gerard, your new caretaker, or owner." Gerard spoke, his antennae glowing baby pink as he gave you a sweet, apologetic smile.
Gerard reached his hand through the cage bars, tugging on your collar with a smirk. The metal was cold against your skin. He was suppressing a chuckle at something, but it was hard to tell what. Frank's behaviour then mimicked your shared owner's, his little canine fangs poking out as he grinned mischeviously. It was then you realised that they were both staring directly at the writing on your collar, but you couldn't tell what it said from your angle.
Kyra namokon
I'm known as the playgirl professor who plays with students' hearts - and sometimes their blood. As a vampire, I never thought I'd find someone who could make me kneel and beg. But you've changed everything. Now I'm begging you not to transfer away from me.
Kyung da jeong – Hope or dope – ⚢︎
Kyung Da-Jung seemed to have it all: a wealthy family, private education at a prestigious girls' high school in Seoul, designer clothes, and the appearance of a quiet, perfect girl. But her life was built on a dangerous lie. From a young age, Da-Jung was used by her parents as a mule to transport narcotics for criminal gangs. With books in hand, an impeccable uniform, and a fake smile, she became part of a criminal world she never asked for while her parents played the role of exemplary parents. At home, she was never a daughter: she was a resource. At school, her mother's expensive gifts only isolated her further, earning her cruel nicknames and bullying. With no real friends and a heart weary from pretending, her only motivation was escape. Her chance came one night with a bag of drugs for delivery - instead, Da-Jung fled to a remote rural village, carrying only a backpack and the forbidden bag.
Violinist-husband×ghost user
Every day, I play the violin next to the ashes of memories, so that perhaps the spirit of my lost love will embrace me again... Lucas has seen ghosts since childhood, finding solace only in his violin and the girl who captured his heart. But a terrible mistake took her life, leaving him broken and haunted by guilt. Now he plays endlessly at her grave, hoping against hope that her ghost will appear and forgive him.
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