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lilacxquartz · 1 month ago

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CHASING HUMANITY • kenjaku x f!reader

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plot: ever since 2015, a serial killer had been plaguing japan with no lead on who it might be, until you witnessed something you shouldn't have.

summary: encouraged to fulfil your revenge against your fiancé, you finally let go of what was holding you back before.

warnings/etc: violence and death in this one, reminder that this is a mundane au so no curses, reader finally matches his freak now that she’s close to feeling free so now it’s just about two unhinged people. for new readers: this is a yandere x yandere fic, read at your own risk.

Chapter 11. Nectar

The drive continued quietly and you were all tuckered out in the passenger seat, your head lolled from side to side depending on the turn. On occasion, you’d snort or sigh, but otherwise, you were out cold.

With nowhere else left to go and the old studio that he had before likely compromised, Kenjaku considered going back to the old temple for now. This would bring him closer to the identity of the current name he stole, which hadn’t been a direction he had taken just yet with Geto. The followers that had once blindly listened to that old name had long dispersed, but the generators were still present, making the area a viable place to crash, for now.

His hands patted down his pockets, feeling for the key to the old place, finding that he still had it. Geto, at the time, took a lot of effort into making the temple more so into a fortress, so it wasn’t that he didn’t want to break in manually—it was just that he would rather, simply, not. It was a solid location for the time being, at least, and maybe if luck had it, the kitchen would be left behind with supplies too heavy to loot. The pantry had to have at the very least bags of sugar, so he could assist in helping you settle your revenge.

He decided that he would only minimally assist you in such an act, however. He wouldn’t intervene, but he could help you restrain the guy or gather the required supplies. It was a case study on its own, either way; what someone would do if continuously pushed over the edge when in the company that encouraged the worst in others? You suggested so many, if he was honest, unhinged ideas in your short time spent together, but you never once acted on those thoughts directly. So, Kenjaku was, at best, simply just fascinated with where all of this could lead.

He shuddered as he took in the peaceful look on your face as you slept. It was truly a little unsettling with how content you were despite what diabolical thoughts that pretty head of yours could think of. Somehow, he convinced himself that he was different. His methods had a deeper purpose, whereas yours bordered on madness. It left him wondering if any authorities that were on his tail would be able to spot such a difference.

Eventually, though, the car rolled to a stop just outside the temple. The building grounds were in a rougher condition than the last time he had been here, and the gravel parking lot was overgrown with weeds. The doors were slightly rusted, and it looked like it could be an easy break-in, but he settled on an easier entry instead. An untouched door was good, though. It meant that there was no unwanted company inside.

First things first, he left the car behind, along with you and Naoya, on opposite ends of each other within the vehicle. He took the keys with him and pushed the doors inside, using his phone to light his way on way to the maintenance room, flicking the switches of the backup generator. It then took a while, but eventually, a dim glimmering light washed over the premises.

Time for the second part.

He returned to the car, unlocking it completely but keeping the trunk shut. A good thing about older car models was that not everything was connected, so it gave him more of a safety net with keeping things—or people—put. He dragged you out first and carried you into the stage room, where the identity he held onto once played the role of a crazed cult leader. Not too different from himself, though, for he too became deluded in his path for self-assigned greatness. Hell, he even picked up on a few tricks from studying his life. He liked that Geto manipulated others to such an extent that miracles were a possibility for those who had followed. Kenjaku only lurked in the background before when this so-called power was on display, he didn’t miss instant “judgment” from barely visible fishing wire and pricking poison into volunteers whom he convinced others were unworthy.

Suguru Geto, the man’s face he now worse, indeed wasn’t all too different, but neither with you. He could see himself drowning someone in syrup or preserving them in honey, too. Maybe he should stop being so shocked that other troubled minds existed, because after all, he couldn’t have been the only one. Mahito was close, but he was a man of impulse and shock value. He considered the same about you before a reminder of what you had said crept into his mind.

You wanted to give Naoya as gruesome a send-off as he always called you too sweet.

So your notion to drown him in something of the sort felt poetic, almost.

When he dumped Naoya’s body on the floor, he managed to wake you up in the process.

“What’re you doing now?” you sleepily asked.

Kenjaku dusted off his hands as he helped you up. He looked at you for a long time and then smiled, which unsettled you ever so slightly. “You know, I’ve been thinking—”

You interjected, unable to resist. “First time?”

He blinked at you and then let out a disbelieving scoff. “I’m going to pretend that you didn’t just say that…” he said before continuing, “now, I’ve been thinking,” he started again, fixing you a warning glare, “we’re not too different, you and I.”

A strange shudder passed through your body. “Oh god,” you replied to him, “that’s a terrible thing to say to someone.”

Kenjaku blinked again. “What?”

“I mean,” you lazily stretched, bringing your palms to press on both sides of your cheeks, leaning playfully to the side, “you’re comparing me,” you winked, “to you,” you said, exaggerating a pout and casting him a thumbs down instead. “It’s not like it’s a compliment.”

“I fail to see the issue?” he asked, hardly believing the audacity that was coming from you.

You shrugged. “I’m just saying… I have a lot to live for. I have potential. Whereas you’ve been at this for a while, right? I’m just a tragic soul who’s gracefully keeping you company,” you said, slapping the back of your hand against your forehead, tilting your chin back to overly exaggerate the reasoning.

Kenjaku’s eye twitched in annoyance, forcing him to regard you in a thoughtful light. He was half torn between murdering you right on the spot—or sparing you—genuinely feeling conflicted whether or not you were even worth keeping around. In the end, the desire to allow you to tag along for entertainment alone had won out.

“Yeah?” he snorted. “Why don’t you take a look around you and see where your so-called ‘potential’ has gotten you…”

Your eyes wandered around the interior of the temple and drifted from the slightly cracked windows to the yellowing, peeling wallpaper. The stage emitted a low light, just barely highlighting your unconscious ex-fiancé on display.

Quickly, you cleared your throat. “R-right…”

His eyes narrowed as you didn’t backpedal, and he took a step closer to you, lifting your chin to meet his unwavering stare. “Just so that you’re aware, I wanted to say something nice to you,” he muttered in annoyance.

You looked back into his eyes, blinking once. “And why would you do that?”

A slow exhale escaped through his nose as he tried to bring his point across without killing you out of frustration in the process. “Do I have to spell it out for you?” he asked with slight resignation coating his tone. “I like your company—hell—I even saved you from him,” he emphasised, jabbing a finger towards Naoya, pointing in his direction.

“O-oh, well…” you nervously laughed, “I thought that you did that so you could have leverage…”

Kenjaku paused. “What do you mean by that?”

As you tried to backpedal that time around, you couldn’t quite form a good enough excuse, having dug yourself into an inescapable pit instead. You wanted to better explain what you had meant, but no matter what words were to come out of your mouth next, they would only serve to worsen the situation. Just as you tried to cough out some weak excuse, Kenjaku cut through first.

“Hey,” he said, “do you remember when I had the common sense to bury you alive?”

You paused and slowly nodded, your voice coming out as nervous, “Y-yes… I actually sometimes have nightmares about that.”

This made him pause. “Wait, really?” he asked with the slight tilt of his head, watching as you nodded once more before choosing to continue regardless. “Do you remember how you devolved into madness and sang for my mercy to let you live?”

You nodded again.

“Good,” he replied, fixing you a brief smile before it fell flat. “Now, do that again.”

You flinched slightly. “What? Why?”

“Because,” Kenjaku said very calmly, “you have managed to offend me.”

You weakly shrugged and tried to talk your way out of it, backing up a few steps. “I-I don’t want to sing for you, and besides,” you urged, blinking towards Naoya, “he’s there.”

Kenjaku’s eyes landed on your ex-fiancé, not seeing the issue. “And? He’s not going to be around for much longer.”

“Can’t I just die instead?” you offered, protesting weakly. “I’m not singing…”

Kenjaku let his head tilt, regarding you with a strange look. “Why are you talking like that?” he asked before adopting the same tone and pitch you used. “Can’t I just die instead? I’m not singing—” he repeated before returning to his usual voice. “What was that?”

You turned your nose away and crossed your arms. “Nothing.”

“Are you… are you embarrassed?” he caught on, splitting his lips into a grin.

“No…” you scoffed. “I’m just standing my ground and refusing to do something stupid.”

Kenjaku could only laugh that time in response to your tantrum. “Oh sure, but you’re surely aware, aren’t you, that this petty argument is much more embarrassing than just singing a few lines, right?”

“I don’t care,” you said, still refusing to face him.

“Yeah, okay,” he laughed once more, before growing thoughtful. When he next spoke, he had a strange look in his eyes as if he was enjoying this. “I’ll also accept you grovelling.”

“I’m not grovelling…” you shut down right away and before he could poke fun at you even more, a strained, yet agitated voice cut in and spoke before he did.

“Can you both,” Nayoa began, “please,” he said between deep breaths, “just shut the fuck up? Seriously…”

Kenjaku stopped for a moment, noticing that the tape that he wrapped around his head now hung loose around his neck instead. “What the… but I wound that around so tightly…”

“Maybe the sweat from your hands got through and you ruined it,” you poked.

Kenjaku could only stare at you with the eyes of someone who was slowly beginning to question their life choices. Within just half a minute of looking at you, all hope he had for you simply faded away. He pinched the roof of his nose, closing his eyes to avoid looking at you lest your foolishness became contagious.

Conversely, Naoya was starting to push forward into full wakefulness. His eyes adjusted to the low light, and he took in the situation around him. The position he was in and who you were bickering with felt like a punch to the gut, but not because he was jealous, rather in the sense that he couldn’t believe you were cheating on him with someone worse.

“This is really who ran off with?” he scoffed from the stage. “Him?”

Your eyes flicked to Kenjaku and then back at Naoya. “Yes,” you said plainly with a shrug, “I mean yeah, I know it’s so weird because I mean… look at him.”

Kenjaku took his attention away from Naoya and settled his focus on you. All he could do was give you a long, hard look. His voice turned flat and annoyed. “What, is that, supposed to mean,” he demanded rather than asked.

You shrugged, waving him off. Naoya, on the other hand, squirmed as you both were reduced to arguing with one another once more before he gave up. “You know, I might be able to reduce your sentence if you let me go. I can’t make any promises for that creep, but I can probably convince everyone else that you were talked into this whole mess.”

“I don’t believe you,” you dismissed, “and besides, I need you tied up.”

Naoya’s brows knitted together in confusion. “Why?”

“I have plans for you,” you revealed, “fun ones, like okay, maybe it’s an out there idea, but…” you trailed off, taking a step towards the stage, “but picture this, you always said I’m too sweet, yes? So why not have that bite you back? I’ll show you ‘too sweet’.”

“I’m genuinely not following whatever sort of nonsense you’re spouting right now.”

You sighed. “What if I force-feed you syrup or honey until you drown in it?”

Naoya laughed. “You think it’ll be that easy?”

“Well, no,” you admitted, “but a tube or funnel should do the trick! You’ll have to swallow it all down eventually, right?”

Naoya looked at you for a long time, slightly unsettled by the chirp in your voice as you happily described the technicalities of his upcoming demise. “Fucking psychotic bitch.”

“Maybe,” you mused.

“This won't last long,” he spat, “one day or the next, you’re going to get yourself caught and you’ll spend the rest of your sorry existence behind bars.”

“But at least I’m having fun?”

Kenjaku finally joined in, letting a sharp exhale run from his nose. His lips twitched into a smile as he brought a hand to rest over your shoulder, pulling you closer next to him. “This was what I meant, by the way, when I tried to say we’re similar…”

However, much to his disbelief, you didn’t respond to him, keeping your focus on Naoya instead. He resigned himself for the time being, letting you trail off on your speech as he went to poke around the temple.

“Besides,” you continued, “you kind of deserve it, don’t you, you asshole? And don’t give me that whole bullshit about you being generous enough to keep a roof over my head, because that’s the bare minimum of care that you can give someone while not allowing them to do anything else.”

You paused to take a deep breath, your next words coming out as set and determined.

“You made my life a living hell, Naoya,” you said. “That’s why I’m going to pay you back by sending you straight to it.”

A long silence then settled after that promise, and for a while, nobody said anything. Naoya bitterly seethed in his restraints, and Kenjaku had only just returned from exploring the building.

All of a sudden, you whipped around to meet with him.

He could only blink back. “Yes?”

You blinked as well. “Did you manage to find anything?” you asked. “Like honey or syrup? I’ll accept cooking oil too…”

He paused. “Well, there are a few bottles of simple syrup, yes,” he responded, thinking back to what he found from a quick poke in the canteen. “There’s a singular jar of honey, but it’s quite crystallised. There was indeed a large jug of oil. Will… that be enough for you?”

You hummed in approval. “Maybe we’ll need something to force it down.”

Kenjaku glanced over at Naoya, who was on and off trying to writhe free and break away, settling on something simpler. “I can keep his jaw open - I can break it if I have to.”

A smile crept onto your lips, and you nodded in approval. “Alright, that works. Can you bring everything here?”

He stepped away, leaving you and Naoya alone again for the second time. He chose the route of delivering one ingredient at a time rather than figuring out a way to haul it back. Both out of laziness, but also to keep an eye on the guy just in case he had a trick up his sleeve. By the time he had returned with the last item in his hand, you had already turned Naoya into a lying position so that he was on his back with his head resting on your lap. The sight made him pause for a moment, feeling something close to jealousy, even if he was abundantly aware that you hated this man. Naoya, all the while, just looked tired. Not even close to accepting his defeat, but worn out from what you both had put him through.

“Take your pick,” Kenjaku said, settling the supplies on the stage next to where you sat.

You glanced around and locked your eyes on the syrup first. “That?”

Kenjaku followed your eyes over to the bottle and then handed it over to you and then brought his hands to clamp over Naoya’s jaw, forcing his mouth to prop open, squeezing along his chin whenever he tried to bite down.

Thick amber liquid then poured in a velvety stream into his mouth, guided by the tapered nozzle of the bottle. It ran quickly at first, but you kept seesawing it back to allow the flow to slow down. Naoya spasmed slightly as he struggled to take in the sweet concoction, feeling a sense of nausea overwhelm him immediately. It also proved difficult to swallow, since after just a few gulps down, he was sputtering far too much for your liking.

You pulled back, a mask of disappointment colouring your face. “At this rate, he might die instantly.”

Kenjaku tilted his head. “I suppose… that it’s too decadent, yes. The oil might be easier to swallow since it’s less dense.”

“Can try,” you shrugged.

Kenjaku let go of Naoya’s chin for a moment, wiping down the sticky matter of sugary bile on the man’s clothes before returning with the plastic jug of oil. It was partially used, but a lot remained. He paused for a moment, pouring out the remainder of the syrup from the bottle before transferring the liquid into the bottle to make it easier on you. Otherwise, you might spill it entirely. There wasn’t quite enough to waterboard—oilboard(?)—him with it, but there was enough to drown a person in it. If drinking six liters of water within a matter of hours was enough to drown a person, then the same amount of oil could come quicker.

Continuing, you flushed the oil into his throat, which made it easier that time. Naoya glugged it down with reluctant gulps just fine, but some spilled out as he sputtered from the sheer volume. Kenjaku struggled to retain his grip on him as the oil slipped out from the corners of his mouth and coated his chin, but the fight within Naoya was rapidly dwindling. The two of you watched in grim fascination as, over time, his stomach gradually distended and swelled, and as his legs violently trembled, unable to kick free.

Naoya then soon succumbed to tears. A sight that you thought you would never see. Wet gargling noises escaped from his throat, drowning out any potential pleas for mercy, and eventually, he stopped moving altogether. Burped out globs of oil seeped out on occasion, but he didn’t seem to have any fight left. Foamy saliva mixed in with bile and oil or syrup surfaced on occasion, but otherwise, he seemed dead.

You pulled back for now, taking in the scene, and just as Kenjaku was about to ask you for a break, you managed to somehow surprise him again. He almost forgot about that suggestion you had made before, the one that would require a dreadful number of things that were difficult to get.

“Maybe it would be better to preserve him in honey.”

Kenjaku could only sigh as he wiped his hands as clean as he could. “It was already a miracle that this place had as much of what it did, and you’re asking me for more…”

You tilted your head playfully. “Oil will do too? I just want to keep him all pretty and preserved and—”

He caught you before you could continue. “Pretty? I don’t think this guy will ever be pretty again. Seriously…” he sighed, “give him a few hours and his corpse will become all bloated and disgusting. Not to mention that cadavers tend to shit themselves after a while.”

You looked at him pleadingly.

“But…” he said, adopting a resigned tone. “I suppose that we can drag him into a tub and just cover him in whatever liquid we can find…”

“You’re helping me out an awful lot,” you were quick to point out.

He scoffed. “Don’t start with this again - I did promise you that I would go along with this because it meant a lot to you.”

“But you never said that as the reason for doing so,” you highlighted.

Kenjaku could only blink at you. “Well, it’s the truth. So you’re going to accept my help whether you want it or not. Besides…” he trailed off, “I like your weird ideas. They’re fun.”

You narrowed your eyes ever so slightly. “Are they? Because whenever I suggest anything at all, you look like you’ve seen a ghost or something.”

“Yeah,” he acknowledged, not denying it, “because I didn’t expect it from someone like you,” unable to resist a shudder as he took in your otherwise normal and unassuming appearance. You didn’t look capable of anything your mind came to settle on; that was all. However, he was willing to give you more control now that he better understood you. “But, it’s something that I have grown accustomed to. In a way, it’s kind of nice to have met my match.”

You didn’t reply right away, letting the silence simmer and stew. Naoya was in the process of decompressing from the sheer amount you forced fed into him, and the contents of his stomach were starting to ooze out and not just from his mouth.

Quickly distancing yourself, you grabbed one of the syrup bottles and unscrewed the cap, looking at it and then at Kenjaku, fixing him an unreadable look that could only spell trouble.

“What are you thinking?” he asked.

You didn’t answer him, acting impulsively instead. You flung the bottle, still holding onto it, launching a wet, gloopy splash of sticky syrup on him. It landed on his hair and his chest, clinging to him and settling.

He could only blink as a result, dropping his mouth partially open.

“Why?” he finally asked, his voice low and exhausted.

“I wanted to practice being impulsive,” you shrugged.

“By putting this shit in my hair?”

“Yes,” you chirped before whipping around on your heel, ready to escape him, “anyway…!”

Kenjaku was quick to catch up to you before you got very far, if anywhere at all. You made it into the hallway, but he caught you just as you rounded the corner, shooting his hand out to grab onto your wrist and pulling you into him. He then walked forward so that you backed up against the closet wall, leaning over you in a way that made you freeze.

Quickly backpedalling, you tried to go back to his earlier request. “Did I ever tell you that you’re surprisingly handsome?”

He narrowed his eyes. “Oh good, you’re grovelling now. Don’t think that’ll save you.”

“I mean it, you’re so… so…” you trailed off.

“Keep going,” he encouraged.

“You’re very smart!” you tried to say. “And, and, and… probably strong.”

“Yes, very good,” he allowed, dropping his voice to a low murmur, his lips pressing against yours, swallowing your next compliment right up. He continued to kiss you quietly, keeping your body pinned in place beneath his. When he pulled away, he spoke again. “I’ll forgive you, but you owe me.”

You swallowed hard. “H-how much? Dare I say that I’m broke? Potentially useless?”

Kenjaku fixed you with a faint smile. “How about your soul?”

Your head tilted as a strange thought entered your mind. “I wonder what my soul would look like… or taste like…”

“You’re so strange,” he said, before thinking the matter over, “but probably rotten; you’re cute, for sure, but look at what you’ve done. I don’t think you’ll be able to fool me with that innocent act for much longer.”

Your eyes fluttered in disbelief but also unease, so you went back to grovelling instead, as that was the easiest thing to do. Resigning your dignity was a form of surrendering your soul, right?

“Has anyone ever told you that you have the most unsettling stare in the world?” you started once more.

“That supposed to be a compliment?” he teased.

“M-maybe?” you winced.

Kenjaku simply hummed. “Then by all means, keep going. Tell me exactly what you think of me, but just remember,” he added, crashing his lips against yours once more, talking directly into your mouth, “flattery will get you everything you want and more.”

But then, a new sort of determination crept into mind. “Anywhere? I’ll keep this all up then, just you watch.”

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taehyunsloves · 3 months ago

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╰┈➤ ❝ Omega for hire - Part 2 ❞

Pairing: Choi Soobin x Choi Yeonjun

Rating: nsfw 🔞

Wc: 4.2k

Contains/tags: alpha/beta/omega, abo, omega Choi Yeonjun, alpha Choi soobin, age gap, boypussy Choi yeonjun, soobin is daddy, pregnancy

Summary: Soobin’s gaze flickers back and forth between them, his anger escalating as he notices the pregnancy test lying between them. Something inside him snaps. “You little fucker!” Soobin shouts, punching Taehyun against the table. “It’s not what it looks like. We’re just friends. JUST FRIENDS, okay?” Taehyun tries to calm him down, but it’s clear that Soobin isn’t listening. “So, you’re fucking him, huh? He’s MINE.”

Note: This is part 2 of „Omega for hire“ which was originally planned as one shot. I decided to write another part because many of you requested one. This time I tried something different in style. Hope you like it.

Song: You belong to me - Ari Abdul

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It’s Wednesday evening. Yeonjun’s shift has just ended after a long day of — finally — doing some real barista work. Not just cleaning and all that shit. His colleagues had taught him different ways to make coffee and even showed him how to create latte art. Overall, it had been a great shift.

The evening, however, would have been even better if Soobin had shown up after work, just like he’d promised. It’s a lie when Yeonjun says he isn’t disappointed.

Something had changed in him since that night in Soobin’s apartment — an encounter that had been… intense, to say the least. It hadn’t felt like it was just about sex; there was something deeper there, something that stirred inside him. His inner wolf definitely felt it.

But it wasn’t just the wolf. Yeonjun felt it in his heart, too — without the primal urge telling him he needed an alpha to feel complete. It wasn’t about just any alpha. That was the point. His wolf and his heart agreed: it had to be Soobin. Only Soobin.

Yeonjun’s mind was full of that tall man — who, by the way, happened to be his boss. Even in his sleep, Soobin appeared to him as his savior, the one who cared for him in every possible way — quite literally.

Today, Soobin had promised to take care of him again.

Yeonjun had made sure to look extra pretty before heading to work. He put on a bit of makeup and blush, choosing to wear white jeans and his favorite pinkish-white knit sweater. He knew he looked cute. Usually, he wasn’t the type to take many pictures of himself, but today he felt so pretty he couldn’t resist. He snapped a few mirror selfies — and maybe… pouted a little too much. I look like a duck, he thought, amused, as he slid his phone back into his pocket and left the apartment.

The wind is blowing as Yeonjun makes his way to the café. He hears the soft clinking sound of Easter decorations on every house he passes. Easter is next weekend, and his neighbors have gone all out, decorating their yards with colorful Easter eggs and bunny figurines. They look cute, but the wind is making the eggs fly away. It feels almost like he’s in a dodging simulator, but instead of obstacles, he’s avoiding Easter eggs. A blue one nearly hits his left butt cheek.

Arriving at Eclipse, Beomgyu — his friend and colleague — greets him with a grin.

“I’ve got something for you, Yeonjunnie!” Beomgyu reveals what’s been hidden behind his back, smiling mischievously.

White bunny ears and a matching tail.

“You’re joking, right?” Yeonjun asks, disbelief written all over his face.

Beomgyu shakes his head with a laugh. “It’s mandatory for Easter. Trust me, you’ll look cute. The girls will love it!”

Yeonjun sighs, feeling like he’s stuck in some bizarre dream.

Beomgyu takes a step closer, lowering his voice. “…or more like… our boss.” He winks, hands the ears and tail to a stunned Yeonjun, then walks off, giggling.

There’s no way he just said that.

Throughout the day, Yeonjun gets plenty of compliments for his cute look. A sweet old lady gives him a generous tip, and someone even slips him their KakaoTalk ID. Of course, he’s not about to text that guy! He was just playing along for the tip — which, by the way, was pretty damn good.

But despite these small moments, his mind keeps drifting back to Soobin. Just Soobin, Soobin, Soobin. What will tonight bring? The anticipation is thrilling.

His thoughts are interrupted when someone tugs at the tail on his jeans. Ready for Beomgyu’s teasing grin, Yeonjun turns around.

“Taehyunnie?!” Yeonjun exclaims, surprised, and pulls his old friend into a hug.

Taehyun is someone Yeonjun has known since elementary school. They did their bachelor’s degrees in music together, but while Taehyun pursued a career as a musician, Yeonjun decided to go in a different direction. That’s why he ended up in Busan. Just floating through life, no clear plan in sight.

“What the hell are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in Seoul, holed up in your little cabin, recording songs?”

“I’m on Easter break and thought I’d surprise an old friend,” Taehyun says, eyes sparkling as he takes a seat at the counter. “Happy to see you.”

“So, Hyung… how’s life treating you?”

Yeonjun walks over to prepare a drink for his friend, trying to keep the conversation light. “Same old, same old. I’m still the same, still Choi Yeonjun. What about you? Has it really been over a year already?” He sets Taehyun’s drink down. The café is nearly empty, so they’ve got time to catch up.

“Work’s going great. The company loves my songs and my writing. I’m ghostwriting a lot for other artists right now. Feels like I’m exactly where I should be,” Taehyun says with a genuine smile. Yeonjun can feel the happiness radiating off him. “Also… there’s someone.” Taehyun adds, suddenly shy.

“Huh? No way, cute Taehyunie is getting laid more than me?” Yeonjun jokes, but then sees the look on his friend’s face — this is clearly a more serious topic. “Oh… you didn’t — uh — whoops.” The younger man laughs awkwardly.

“We’re not that close yet, but she’s really pretty. I feel good around her. She spilled her water all over me at the gym, and it was kind of adorable,” Taehyun says, a dreamy expression on his face. “What about you?”

“Ah, nothing. Still alone.” He replies fast.

“Liar. Who’s he?” Taehyun asks, raising an eyebrow.

“There’s nobody,” Yeonjun says quickly.

Taehyun doesn’t quite buy it but doesn’t push the topic further.

“Fine. So, wanna hang out later?” Taehyun asks, grinning.

“I’m busy after work, but I’ll call you when I’m free,” Yeonjun replies with a warm smile. “I’ve gotta check on the other guests. See you later, Tyunie!” He waves and heads to the guests.

Yeonjun’s shift has ended, and he leaves the café, waiting for Soobin. The wind blows, and the cold air bites at him. Soobin is still nowhere to be seen. He’s already waited for 15 minutes. After another 15 minutes, he decides to walk home in the freezing cold.

As he walks, he feels his eyes slowly start to sting. A tear rolls down his cheek. He feels hurt, disappointed — but most of all, disappointed in himself. He had trusted a literal stranger too quickly, all because he was fucking him so well and, worse yet, had probably even impregnated him. Yeonjun didn’t take the Plan B pill Soobin left for him as a “gift” after that one night, when Yeonjun had lost control of his heat and Soobin had just shown up, pinning him against the wall. How could he have resisted? It was stupid. So stupid. He didn’t even know this man, and not only that, but Soobin was almost double his age. Fuck. He had gotten too comfortable too quickly. But it felt right. It felt so damn right. When their eyes met, it felt like lightning had struck — like they could see straight through each other’s soul.

Another tear falls.

In the end, Mr. Choi is just his boss. Maybe that’s all it should be.

Just his boss.

His boss.

When he enters his apartment, his makeup is ruined by all the tears. His hair is a mess. He’s cold, his body trembling from head to toe — a literal ice block.

After hopping into the shower, he pulls on a pair of black sweatpants, a tank top, and an olive-green cardigan. He sits down on the couch, wrapping himself in a blanket. The scent of Soobin still lingers on the cushions. Burying his nose in one of them, he inhales deeply. Soobin smells so damn good. It comforts him, and slowly, he drifts off to sleep.

Something is ringing like the devil himself. Yeonjun flickers his eyes open, searching for the source of the noise.

“Who the fuck…” he mutters, reaching for his phone. He sighs when he sees the screen.

Incoming call: Taehyun

He picks up the phone. “Tyunie, why the hell are you calling at 1 AM? Jeez. What’s wrong?” Yeonjun is a little worried; Taehyun has never called him this late before.

“Hyung! Sorry for calling so late, but I thought you might still be awake… I’m in your neighborhood right now, and I was thinking you might want to grab a late-night snack at the store down the street?” Just the thought of food makes Yeonjun’s stomach rumble. Honestly, he’s always down for some ramen. He pushes himself off the couch, leaving the scented cushions behind, grabs his keys, and slips on some white sneakers. Before leaving, he checks that the scent blocker is still in place.

Taehyun is already waiting outside the apartment complex, eyes sparkling and his usual cute smile greeting Yeonjun. They start walking toward the store.

“How was your date?” Taehyun asks, glancing at Yeonjun.

Yeonjun gives him a sidelong look. “There was no date. What do you mean?”

“Come on, you said you were busy. I’m not blind. I can see how you dress up and how you act.”

“He… didn’t show up,” Yeonjun sighs, avoiding eye contact with his friend.

Taehyun stops walking, turning to face him. He places a hand on Yeonjun’s shoulder and pats it softly. “Oh… I’m sorry, man. Then he doesn’t deserve your attention. Don’t waste your tears on such a jerk.” Yeonjun laughs, but it sounds more hopeless than anything.

“I wish… somehow, he got to me. It felt so good with him, I don’t know. We don’t even know each other, so how could someone get this invested so quickly?” Yeonjun buries his face in his hands. “I made a huge mistake, Taehyun… fuck.” He steps aside, leaning against the wall beside the sidewalk, slowly sliding down to sit, his face still buried in his hands.

Taehyun kneels down beside him. “What happened, Jjunie?” He pats Yeonjun’s shoulder again, his voice soft.

Yeonjun’s voice trembles as he tries to stay calm. “I… I had an early heat because of this man. He — I don’t know what happened, but I met him at the café. We just locked eyes, and less than 10 minutes later, it hit me. I felt this… bond, or tension, or something like that. On my way home, some random alpha came at me aggressively. Somehow, he was there and saved me from the other alpha. After that, he brought me home — not my best decision, to be honest, but I couldn’t think clearly. After a few minutes at home, someone knocked on my door. I thought it was my friend, but… guess what? It was him. And then everything else happened.” Yeonjun pauses, taking a shaky breath. “Taehyun… I — I might be pregnant. And… he’s my boss.”

Yeonjun looks up, meeting Taehyun’s eyes. The younger man is staring at him, wide-eyed in surprise, clearly struggling to find the right words. A few seconds later, Yeonjun finds himself in Taehyun’s arms, pulled into a comforting hug.

“I’m sorry,” Taehyun whispers, his voice gentle as he tries to comfort his friend. “I’ll stay with you. If you want to take a test or anything, just let me know. You’ll be fine, okay?”

Yeonjun nods, tears rolling down his cheeks, soaking Taehyun’s sweater. He doesn’t say anything, just lets himself be held, feeling the warmth of his friend as the weight of everything crashes down on him.

After a few minutes of silence, Yeonjun finally calms down, and they get up, making their way to the store.

The bell rings as they enter. Yeonjun grabs his favorite ramen and some add-ons, while Taehyun picks his. The older guy walks over to the pharmacy section and tosses a pregnancy test into his basket. He’ll probably need it soon.

After paying, they settle into a corner of the store to prep their food.

Engrossed in their conversation, they don’t notice the door open. Suddenly, they hear loud, aggressive shouts.

“You don’t have anything left?! Nothing?” Silence. “FUCK!” The sound of something crashing against wood follows.

Taehyun looks confused—Yeonjun freezes, eyes wide. “What’s happening over there?” Taehyun whispers, glancing toward the agitated man.

Then, the man turns around slowly, glaring at Taehyun. His eyes narrow as they lock onto Taehyun’s side. For a moment, his expression shifts to one of surprise, but it quickly hardens into something more menacing.

Before Taehyun can react, the man rushes toward them. Yeonjun’s face goes pale as the alpha’s angry steps approach.

Taehyun realizes in an instant what’s happening. This must be the man Yeonjun was talking about—the one he’s been so conflicted over. And now, he’s in rut.

A few steps later, Soobin grabs Taehyun by the collar, slamming him against the table behind them. Taehyun struggles to remain calm.

“Who do you think you are, huh?” Soobin snarls, his teeth bared.

Taehyun stays silent, trying to assess the situation. Soobin’s eyes flick to Yeonjun. The omega looks completely shocked.

Soobin’s gaze flickers back and forth between them, his anger escalating as he notices the pregnancy test lying between them. Something inside him snaps.

“You little fucker!” Soobin shouts, punching Taehyun against the table. “It’s not what it looks like. We’re just friends. JUST FRIENDS, okay?” Taehyun tries to calm him down, but it’s clear that Soobin isn’t listening.

“So, you’re fucking him, huh? He’s MINE.” Soobin’s voice cracks with barely controlled rage. He raises his fist, but Yeonjun steps forward, positioning himself between them and touching Soobin’s chest.

“Soobin, stop! You’ll hurt him! He’s my friend,” Yeonjun pleads, his voice trembling.

Soobin looks at him, his eyes narrowing. He takes in the sight before him. His voice drops dangerously low as he addresses Yeonjun.

“This looks pretty obvious to me. An alpha and an omega… a pregnancy test. I don’t know, Yeonjun…” His eyes flick to Taehyun, his suspicion mounting. “How long have you two been fucking? And don’t lie to me.”

“We don’t,” Taehyun insists, his voice rising with frustration. “I have my own omega, and it’s not Yeonjun. It‘s not me who probably impregnated him.”

Yeonjun feels a knot in his stomach. This is escalating too quickly. Two alphas shouldn’t fight, especially when one of them is in rut.

“Soobin…” Yeonjun murmurs.

Soobin’s eyes snap back to him. “You’re what?”

“I didn’t take the pill, so… I don’t know, maybe,” Yeonjun says quietly, his voice barely a whisper.

Soobin’s grip on Taehyun’s collar loosens, and he steps back, his face frozen in disbelief. The silence lingers for a moment before Taehyun takes the opportunity to escape. He glances at Yeonjun, nodding once, then bolts out of the store.

Soobin is just about to turn and follow, but Yeonjun grabs his wrist, holding him back. To his surprise, Soobin doesn’t pull away.

Something has shifted in his gaze. His eyes are wide, but there’s something else there now—surprise, confusion… maybe something darker.

“Soobin…” Yeonjun starts again, but before he can finish, Soobin pulls him close, pushing him against the nearest shelf. Yeonjun is trapped between the solid wood and Soobin’s strong arms, the heat radiating against him. Soobin’s eyes darken as he looks down at him with desire.

“Now I know why you didn’t come,” Yeonjun says quietly, his eyes welling up with tears from the overwhelming situation. He’s not sure if it’s the right moment to show his disappointment, but he can’t help it.

Soobin doesn’t seem to hear him. Instead, he inhales deeply, his eyes flicking down to Yeonjun.

“You smell so good…” Soobin whispers, his voice low, full of desire. “Imagine the little you with my puppy. Wouldn’t that be great?”

Yeonjun shudders as Soobin’s words cut through him like a razor. “You shouldn’t be out here like this,” Yeonjun says. “Let’s go home. I’ll give you what you need if you come with me now. Please.”

The second part of Yeonjun’s plea catches Soobin off guard. His ears flicker, a slight hesitation in his eyes. He nods and, without a word, releases Yeonjun from his grip.

Yeonjun grabs the things he bought, and Soobin pulls him along by the wrist, offering a quick apology to the cashier as they leave the store together.

Soobin leads him back to his place, which, fortunately, is just around the corner. Before Yeonjun can even step inside the apartment, his boss has him in his arms again, tossing him over his shoulder.

Yeonjun is carried into a room with a massive bed covered in black and red sheets. Soobin sets him down gently, crawling on top of him. The younger lies back on the mattress, his body tense beneath Soobin’s weight.

“Pull my blocker off,” Yeonjun whispers, knowing full well the risk he’s taking. But at this point, he feels like he has nothing to lose.

Soobin does as instructed, pulling the blocker off with a hungry look in his eyes. The moment it’s gone, his lips find Yeonjun’s in an urgent, desperate kiss.

His hands grip Yeonjun’s body harshly, pulling him in like he wants to consume him. Yeonjun gasps into the kiss but doesn’t pull away. His fingers claw at Soobin’s shirt, nose inhaling the alphas scent. Rough hands slip under Yeonjun’s cardigan, pushing it up and off his body. Clothes hit the floor. Every inch of skin burns like fire, each touch leaving trails of heat across Yeonjun’s body. All the thoughts of before forgotten. Right now Yeonjun feels complete.

Soobin pushes him deep into the mattress, a low, dangerous growl rumbling in his chest.

One hand roams down on Yeonjun’s hip, keeping him pinned firmly beneath him. The other hand trails slowly between Yeonjun’s thighs, teasing him through the thin fabric. Yeonjun whimpers, bucking his hips.

“So pretty,” Soobin growls as he leans down, his nose brushing against Yeonjun’s pulse. He inhales deeply, savoring the omega‘s scent. He can’t hold back. His teeth graze Yeonjun’s neck — not hard enough to mark, but close enough to make Yeonjun shiver. His whole body arches.

Soobin’s patience snaps. He tugs the younger‘s pants down, tossing them aside, leaving him bare beneath his gaze.

“Say it,” Soobin murmurs, voice so low. “Say you want me.” Yeonjun’s voice trembles, but there’s no hesitation. “I want you.”

He flips Yeonjun onto his stomach in one swift movement, one large hand firm on the back of his neck. Holding him down. Keeping him exactly where he wants him.

“Good boy,” Soobin rasps.

Then he feels Soobin’s hands spreading his thighs apart. Yeonjun whimpers into the pillow, feeling the air hit his skin. The alpha growls low in his throat, his chest pressed against Yeonjun’s back, his breath hot against the omega’s ear.

Without warning, Soobin’s hand lands on Yeonjun’s ass with a sharp smack — not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make Yeonjun gasp. Another growl.

He leans down, leaving hot kisses. His other hand roams between Yeonjun’s legs, fingers finally slipping where he is already dripping for Soobin, warm and desperate.

“So fucking wet already,” Soobin whispers against his skin. “You’re ready to take me, aren’t you?”

Yeonjun moans helplessly, his hips grinding back. It’s filthy.

“Beg for it,” Soobin orders, voice tight. “Tell me you want it.” Yeonjun moans.

“Please,” he gasps out. “Please, alpha. I need you. Need you inside me.”

He lines himself up, not teasing anymore — he presses in hard, a low growl vibrating through his chest as he feels Yeonjun stretch around him. Yeonjun cries out, the stretch is painful, but it’s exactly what he needs.

Soobin doesn’t stop. He thrusts in deeper, each rock of his hips punching small sounds out of Yeonjun’s mouth. The hand on Yeonjun’s neck tightens just a little, showing him who he belongs to.

“You’re mine,” Soobin snarls into his ear.

“Yours,” Yeonjun breathes.

Soobin slams into him harder, the wet, filthy sounds of their bodies crashing together filling the room, mixing with Yeonjun’s broken moans and Soobin’s breathing. He needs the whole world to know that Yeonjun belongs to him.

His body is burning — every nerve lit up. Soobin pounds into him mercilessly, one hand fisted in Yeonjun’s hair, pulling his head back, exposing the curve of his neck.

The omega growls low in his throat — a sound Soobin isn’t expecting — and suddenly, Yeonjun pushes back harder, grinding against Soobin’s hips. Soobin falters for a second, thrown off by the sudden shift.

Yeonjun uses it.

He twists beneath the alpha, until Soobin’s back hits the mattress. „Stay,” Yeonjun says, voice soft. “Let me.”

For a second, Soobin looks like he might protest — but the weight of Yeonjun’s body on him — it breaks something deeper inside him. He nods.

Yeonjun doesn’t waste a second. He sinks down onto Soobin’s cock again, hands placed on the alphas chest.

“So big,” Yeonjun whimpers, riding him in hard, messy rolls of his hips, literally using Soobin. “Made for me…Only for me.”

Soobin groans — loudly — the sound ripping out of his throat as he bucks up into Yeonjun’s tight cunt. But he lets Yeonjun have it. Lets him take control. The way Yeonjun moves above him is hypnotic, dirty, beautiful. Tears shine in the corners of the omega’s eyes, mixing pleasure and overstimulation.

“You drive me insane,” Soobin growls, barely able to hold still. “Fucking perfect.”

With a low growl, Soobin finally grabs Yeonjun’s hips and slamming up into him, taking back control as Yeonjun cries out in a high, broken moan. His head drops onto Soobin’s shoulder, body shuddering.

“So greedy,” Soobin whispers into Yeonjun’s hair, fucking up into him without mercy. “Can’t get enough of me, huh? My greedy little omega.“ Yeonjun sobs his agreement, clinging to Soobin’s broad shoulders.

Both of them are close. And when Soobin’s knot starts to swell Yeonjun gasps, clinging at Soobin’s back. „Please,” he begs.

With a final, deep thrust, he locks inside Yeonjun, his knot swelling wide, anchoring them together. Yeonjun screams out, a sound of pleasure and pain. Soobin wraps his arms around Yeonjun’s back, holding him against his chest as they ride out the orgasm crashing through them.

“You’re mine,” Soobin growls into his ear again, but this time it’s not a threat — it‘s more like a promise.

Yeonjun, completely wrecked and trembling in his arms, manages a broken whisper: “Yours.”

Only Soobin’s. Always.

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Yeonjun’s eyes flicker open, bright sunshine flooding the room. Next to him, the regular breathing of someone sleeping. He turns around, facing the resting Soobin, watching his chest rise and fall. The alpha looks peaceful — nothing like the dominant alpha he had been yesterday in the store.

A situation that could have gone wrong in so many ways — for him, for his friend, maybe even for Soobin.

“Hmpf…” A sound escapes the elder’s throat as he opens his eyes, blinking against the sunlight.

“Hey…” Soobin says, his voice rough with sleep.

“Hey,” the omega replies softly.

“We—”

“…should talk,” Soobin finishes the sentence for him.

Yeonjun nods in agreement, his expression growing sad again. He looks down, avoiding eye contact.

“Soobin… I thought you left me. I was waiting for you. My day was great because I kept thinking about us meeting in the evening. But then you didn’t show up as promised. Not even a message?” Yeonjun speaks quietly.

“I regretted everything, you know? But then you showed up in that store and almost punched one of my closest friends. After I saw you, I knew…”

Soobin nods, inhaling deeply.

“I wasn’t myself yesterday… I ran out of suppressors, so I decided to leave the house at night, hoping I wouldn’t meet anyone on the streets. Unfortunately, you and your — even worse — alpha friend were in that store as well.

My rut took over, Yeonjunie — I’m sorry. I didn’t text you earlier because… I don’t even know why, to be honest.”

Yeonjun nods, his fingers nervously twisting the blanket between them.

“It’s okay,” he says quietly. “Everything changed the moment I saw you… like that. I understand now. But still… I have one wish.”

Soobin watches him closely, head tilted, his expression soft, waiting for Yeonjun to continue.

“Take me on a date,” the omega whispers, almost shyly, but with a glimmer of hope in his voice.

For a second, there’s only silence between them — then Soobin’s lips curl into a warm smile, his eyes sparkling.

“Whatever my pretty boy wants,” he says.

1,5 Years later

It’s late morning. Yeonjun sits on the couch, his son on his lap, trying to pull at the strings of the little birthday crown they made for him. “No, no, little one, that stays on,” Yeonjun says, laughing while adjusting it again.

Soobin comes in from the kitchen, two mugs of coffee in his hands. He places the mugs on the table and sits down next to them. Their son immediately reaches for him with both arms.

“Appa,” he babbles, Soobin’s face lights up as he lifts him into his arms.

“One year,” Yeonjun says, smiling as he leans against Soobin’s shoulder. “Can you believe it?”

“Nope,” the elder replies, kissing the top of Yeonjun’s head. “And I still have no clue what I’m doing.”

The omega laughs. “Same.”

Their son claps his hands, proud for no reason.

“Best worst decision we ever made,” Soobin mumbles against his son’s skin, and Yeonjun nods quietly while watching.

The birthday cake is waiting on the kitchen counter. It’s small, messy, and perfect. Just like them.

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vespidwasp · 2 months ago

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ID: Drawings of 2 Friendship Test OC's. One is named Gecko (he/him pronouns), he is a light blue gecko experiment with 3 pairs of legs and a stub for a tail. The other is named Leech (they/them pronouns), they are a lighter blue leech experiment with 4 nubby legs. They use a sucker on the end of their body to latch onto Gecko's tail stump, acting as Gecko's new tail. There are 3 drawings of these characters: 1. Gecko walks with Leech attached, their eyes closed. 2. Leech hangs from a ceiling, with Gecko attached and dangling below. 3. The two standing next to each other, separated. End ID.

I made some experiment OC's! More info on them under the cut :]

Leech is based on a leech, with some influence from caterpillars and flatworms. They are a shy personality, they spend a lot of time asleep, but when awake, they are very quiet. Gecko is a gecko, though he has paws and holds his tail (Leech) up in a catlike way. He lost his real tail back when he was still being experimented on. He is a Mirror personality, he tends to mirror Leech.

Leech can't move around on their own very well, let alone feed themself. Gecko lets them hitch a ride by letting them use their sucker to latch onto his tail stump. He brings them places and shares his food with them. They don't talk much with each other but spend all of their time together and consider the other to be a very close friend.

If FriendProgram was in a battle with them: Gecko and Leech would appear to be one experiment, since Leech is attached to Gecko and has their eyes closed (they are sleeping). Gecko's quietness would probably make FP correctly assume that Gecko is a mirror personality, but incorrectly assume that he is mirroring FP. This leads to some confusion, as FP tries to engage with him in ways that match their own preferences, which doesn't work. After making it to turn 2, Leech's eyes open, and FP now has the option to talk to Leech separately from Gecko.

ID: Two battle screens of Gecko and Leech, set in the Mountain area of the Reprogram town. In the first image, Gecko stands and stares at the viewer. Leech is attached to his tail stump and they have their eyes closed. The second image is the same, except Leech has their eyes open, and Gecko looks at Leech and smiles. End ID.

I have an idea for another OC, a hugprogram who feeds them sometimes. I haven't really designed them yet, maybe another time!

#friendship test #friendship test oc #ves art #Hi i liked everyones OC's so much that i wanted to make my own

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grumpybunny-edith · 1 year ago

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Gwen's Bunny HRT - Month 1 (Part 1)

I look at my reflection for what feels like the hundredth time today, waffling on how to do it. All the other girls have already gone through all this, and compared to their one-month photos, I feel... Behind. Delilah had already started growing fur in some places, and Edith already had a little bit of tail growing in. Sure, it looked a little weird without any fur on it, but... I’ve got nothing there but soreness. Is it even worth celebrating? Like, “oh yay, my ears look longer if you squint and my teeth look a little sillier”.

I take a deep breath and dig my toes into my carpet, feeling pain flare up in them. It just started a couple days ago — maybe it would be better to wait until something came of it? Until walking on my toes didn’t hurt so bad, or even felt better than walking on my heels?

I feel a tiny impulse at the small of my back, my spine apparently doing its best to wiggle at its base. Am I... unconsciously wagging my tail? The soreness that comes with it matches what the other girls had talked about. I smile, showing my reflection my weird teeth and the pain subsides a little.

“Bunnies wag their tails when they’re upset,” Edith had told me once. It’s warming to feel how right she is, to feel like I actually belong, even for a second. It’s not that the other girls haven’t done a good job of making me think so; it’s just hard to see all of them so far along and then to look at myself.

I set my phone down and stare at myself for a while. I imagine the fur suddenly sprouting up all across my body, shiny and soft. I imagine my ears getting so tall they graze the doorway. I imagine my tail, tiny and fluffy, poking out just about the hem of my sweatpants. It makes me smile and laugh at myself, and I feel a bit of pride in my teeth. They’ll look better coupled with everything else, I think.

I hear my phone buzz, trying to avoid convincing myself it’s because my hearing has spontaneously improved. I laugh it off and check what it was.

raeraebun: Hey girl!! Today’s one month, right?? Where’s the update??

I smile and blush instinctively. Rae and I don’t chat that much, but every time we do it lifts my whole mood. She’s also dropped by my place a couple times because she “made too many brownies and just had to make a delivery”.

wen-kutesuli: Hey! Idk if I’m gonna do it today honestly lol

raeraebun: Aww, why not? i mean like do whatever you want obvi but. you okay?

I sigh. I know I can probably tell her, it’ll almost definitely be fine, and she probably has something great to say. But it doesn’t make it any easier to say it. I’m almost embarrassed to still feel the way that I do even after her and Edith’s constant preaching of “loving yourself wherever you are”.

wen-kutesuli: Yeah I’m okay lol. Just kinda

wen-kutesuli: Wish I had more to show, I guess?

Rae’s response comes quite literally instantly.

raeraebun: GWENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

raeraebun: okay

raeraebun: lemme show you something

When Rae comes back after a couple minutes of digging, she sends me a picture of some random girl with hair like her own, followed by five closeups of a pretty standard human ear.

raeraebun: so like

raeraebun: this was from january last year

raeraebun: Id been on hrt for like. a month and a half to the day

raeraebun: I had taken a picture of myself every day since starting my regimen

raeraebun: and didnt see anything until that picture when FINALLY

raeraebun: my ears had grown the tiniest little bit.

raeraebun: I didnt stop screaming about it all day lol ashley got so sick of it

raeraebun: and yk what happened next?

raeraebun: they stayed just like that for three more weeks LMAO

Rae has this way of making people smile and cry their eyes out at the same time.

raeraebun: so... be nice to yourself? its not gonna happen all at once, and thats ok. every little bit is worth, like

raeraebun: I dunno

raeraebun: a thousand parties

wen-kutesuli: That’s a lot of parties

raeraebun: and you earn every single one of them :)

I sit in stunned silence so pleased I don’t know what to do with myself. My body wants some kind of release, and I let it have one, laying face down and kicking my feet so quickly and so hard into the floor it probably upset the people below me.

raeraebun: you dont have to, but we all wanna celebrate with you :D

wen-kutesuli: Thank you 🩵 Maybe I’ll do it

raeraebun: YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

raeraebun: GO GWENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!

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Thank you to @flightlessbirdgirl for helping me decide on Gwen's username and for letting me bounce ideas off it!

#transgender #OCs #furry hrt #animal hrt #bunny girl #anthro #my writing #Gwen #Rae #HRT #transitioning #species tf #slow tf #species hrt #The Bunny Burrow

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still-breathing-au-p3r · 11 months ago

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When he’d overheard Sanada-san and Mitsuru-san talking last night about the test they had today, and how it would probably take them until the exact last minute of the school day to finish, he’d known that today would be his best opportunity.

He heads straight for the hospital the moment his own classes are over. Even if he gets there as fast as he possibly can, he still only has about an hour before Sanada-san will arrive, along with anyone else who might decide to visit today.

It’s not that he’s trying to avoid Sanada-san.

…Well, maybe he is trying to avoid Sanada-san a little bit. But that’s really only because he knows that he won’t be able to say what he wants to say in front of someone else, and especially not Sanada-san. He really doesn’t want to have to ask Sanada-san to leave Aragaki-san’s room either, even if it would only be for a few minutes. Not when he’s been doing his best to stay by Aragaki-san’s side as much as possible.

The lady at the reception desk seems like she wants to say something about an elementary school student coming by himself to see a comatose high school student, but in the end she doesn’t. She checks Ken’s school ID and matches it against his name on the list of people who have been specially approved by the Kirijo Group itself to visit Aragaki-san, and she gives him directions to his room.

He’s gone over it again and again, making sure that he’ll be able to get across exactly what he means. Even if Aragaki-san is unconscious, this will at least be good practice for when he has to say it after he wakes up.

Ken is positive that he’s ready until the moment he actually steps into the hospital room and sees Aragaki-san.

There are so many tubes and wires and machines. A mask and a hose and a machine to help him breathe. Wires attached to his chest connected to the machine beeping out a heartbeat rhythm. Wires attached to his forehead– for measuring something in his brain? IV bags of he-doesn’t-know-what and a forest of tubes funneling down into two different needles in his arm.

Just like that, Ken can’t remember one single word of what he’d planned so carefully to say.

“A-Aragaki-san…”

This is his fault. The person in that hospital bed barely reminds him of the Aragaki-san he’s familiar with: the one who’s taller than everyone else on the team even while he’s always slouching, who can sling around an axe with a head as big as Ken’s entire torso like it was toy. And it’s all because of Ken that he’s in that bed, hooked up to all of those machines, looking so small and frail.

This is what he’d wanted. He’d wanted worse than this.

This isn’t what he wanted at all.

“I…I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”

He turns tail and runs.

#persona 3 #p3 #persona 3 reload #p3re #ken amada #shinjiro aragaki #still breathing au #sbau canon #sbau main plot #sbau october #sbau october 15 #fic #(he's doing his best ;w; )#ken pov

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kittycarabiner · 7 months ago

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Hiiiiii~ How are youuuuu? Hope you're doing weeeeeell. I'm tired out of my mind right now. Very very eepy, but I've been rotating this idea around in my head like one of those hot dog spinner things and so I thought I'd share before I lost my mind. :3

Little secret- (I've also never actually had sex before) Shocker. I know. Its me and my filthy imagination against the world. 🙄😒 That being said, I couldn't stop thinking about sharing one of those double sided dildos with someone...

Either with an experienced girl who knows what she's doing and encourages me into taking it as well as she can, almost bullying me about how I look like I'm going to cry and that I've barely taken any of it at all. How she'd spread my legs with hers and practically pull me to her until her clit kissed mine. Leaning into my space to mock me with a "That wasn't so hard now was it?" all while not taking her eyes off the place we're both connected.

Sharing one with another inexperienced person. Both of us panting and whining and wiggling around. Too overwhelmed with the new feeling while equally being too greedy to take a break. Both of us with one leg thrown over the other's hip and locking our knees to inadvertantly pull the other closer. The only time we actually pause being when our pussies are pulled snug against each other, taking the opportunity to kiss and hold each other before continuing.

Sigh~ yeah... sounds like a nice time :P Anyway, that's all for now. Can't wait until 5 o'clock so I can cozy up in my nice comfy bed.

-🐈🐈

whaaaattt my beloved 🐈🐈 is just as inexperienced as me???? what a turn of events!

id... also love to share a double ended dildo with someone 😓😓😓 both scenarios sound so lovely. can you imagine us sharing, though?

both of us all dolled up in matching ears, collars, tails, and thigh highs? maybe we can have a matching black/white set :p

little bells on our ears and collars so they ring with every tiny movement we make as we grind closer together 🥺🥺 you getting extra excited and tugging me towards you, inadvertently making me take more of the toy while i whimper and squeak for you, only shutting up when you kiss me ♡♡

leaving marks all over each other and just pawing at whatever skin we can reach.

ughhh the dream 🥺🥺. also, take care of yourself!! get some good sleep tonight, mwah ♡♡♡♡

#🐈🐈─ 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 #wlw #wlw yearning #lesbian nsft #wlw nsft #wlw ns/fw #wlw post #wlw smut #wlw blog #lesbian #🌻─ 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲'𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 #💐─ 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲'𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

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dustedstarsfall · 4 days ago

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Fragments

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

[BEGIN UNAUTHORIZED LOG – ENTRY 1]

This is Investigator Dallum Ostraus.

I’ve decided to start logging off the record. Nothing official. No chain of review, no handlers breathing down my neck. Just me, trying to make sense of a case that doesn’t make any.

I’ve reviewed the footage. The testimonies. I’ve heard the fear in their voices—Syla, Zenth, Pax. I’ve watched Nova shoot a man and walk through a storm of blaster fire like he was untouchable. I’ve seen what he leaves behind. And I still don’t understand him. Not really. Not even close.

I’ve chased dead ends across half a dozen systems. Ghost trails. Static-riddled footage. An abandoned ship two years cold, held together with parts from a war that ended years ago. Every time I get close, he’s already gone. It's like he knows when I’m watching. Like he wants me chasing my own tail.

I don’t know where he’s going. I don’t even know where he’s been.

The bar shooting on Tarnas Moon was the freshest lead we’ve had in weeks. And even with full forensics on site, we’ve hit the same wall. The victim’s blood matches. Confirmed ID. But the other sample, the one we’re sure belongs to Nova, gets flagged by every system but doesn’t tie to anything. No citizen profile. No medical logs. No criminal record pre-appearance. It’s like trying to trace smoke through a mirror.

But it’s him. The markers match the profile we’ve been building. Same anomaly signatures. Same trace compound patterns found in older augmentation lines. It’s him.

Just… no past.

And that’s what’s eating at me. He didn’t exist before three years ago. Not officially. Not biologically. That’s what the database says. And the database is supposed to be law.

I’m supposed to be good at this. Pattern recognition. Pressure points. Habits. Behavioral profiles are my specialty. But he doesn’t have any. He shows up, does the job, vanishes. One planet to the next. Violence follows him like a scent trail.

And I keep thinking—if I’d worked faster, dug deeper, flagged him sooner—Jerrit Sal might still be alive. He was not even a threat. A man who died doing the decent thing. And I couldn’t stop it. I didn’t even see it coming. Nova’s tracks are messy and lead in too many directions. One man shouldn't be this hard to pin down.

But everyone has personal ties.

So I’m going to start digging through the back channels. Old contacts. Off-grid intel. We’ve got field analysts in at least three sectors who owe me a favor. One of them’s bound to have seen him up close—closer than I’ve been able to get.

Maybe there’s someone out there who actually knows Icarus Nova. Someone he hasn’t left bleeding on the floor. Zenth proved that there are at least a few people who have interacted with Nova. Surely there are more than acquaintances somewhere.

If I can find that person, I might finally have a thread to pull.

Because this? Right now? It’s not justice. It’s cleanup. And I’m tired of following the blood. [END UNAUTHORIZED LOG – ENTRY 1]

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undercover-monsterlover · 9 months ago

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omg hi mootie! (mutual) so as one does i was stalking your page and saw that matchups were open, and i was wondering if i could get a match up for the Marvel Cinematic Universe? :3

i’m female presenting and i use she/her or either they/them pronouns and id like to be matched with a male presenting character.

personality wise im pretty shy around new people at first and when i get to know them i get pretty silly around them. but when in public im pretty reserved and quiet no matter who i’m around. i’m also like super awkward as well 😭 but i’d like to think that im helpful, trustworthy, but also forgetful at sometimes, and maybe a tad bit sassy. also i get tired/sleepy and overstimulated and shut down easily sometimes so-

for hobbies i love drawing even if im not too good at it. and i like occasionally writing stories sometimes and making up my own characters. i love reading comics, cooking, and playing the guitar. i really really love music, music is in my ear almost all hours of the day, i’ll give almost anything a listen (except county) but i especially love the goth, j-rock/v-kei, rock, and a little bit of the indie genres. pastimes include, music obviously, putting on a random movie or tv show, and playing with my cat :3

i don’t think i have too high expectations in a partners personality, just pretty much someone who’s kind, understanding of my habits and personality, someone who’s funny and calm, someone who doesn’t push my boundaries in private or in public. that would be a deal breaker along with my partner judging my interests and the way i look and dress.

appearance wise im 5’7, i have clear glasses and black hair with red dyed tips and a strip of black and rest striped hair (a raccoon tail) i love wearing gothic/ and gothic lolita clothing, black dresses with lace and sometimes with red accents and silver accessories. sometimes i wear a white base of make up and just with simple looking goth makeup, and my hair is slightly teased. and half of the other time i just wear a baggy graphic/band shirt (most of the time it’s a black shirt) and just baggy black pants to go with it.

sorry that this is a bit long- but thank you in advance! i know my requests say that they’re closed but i don’t mind if you sent in a match up request yourself! :3 it would be one of the first requests that i’ll work on if you do so :D if you have any questions for me feel free to message me! have a lovely day, get some rest, thank youuuu

Yay, matchup number 2! No need to apologize for the long ask, that's actually perfect for me to work with. Alright, I'd match you with...

Steve Rogers

Alright, so right off the bat people may be thinking, hmm, odd couple, but wait, let me explain. The dyed hair, goth makeup, gothic clothes, they're definitely not anything like what he knew back before he was frozen. He'll be casting glances out the side of his eyes at you like 👀. And when you make eye-contact briefly, he immediately looks away, embarrassed. He's almost a little intimidated, he doesn't know how to approach you, but when he finally does, and realizes how shy you seem to be, he feels almost guilty for thinking you'd be scary. And when you actually start to become comfortable around him, he really realizes you aren't scary. You're kinda exactly his type.

At first he notices you drawing, and mentally celebrates, because he likes to draw, and isn't that just a perfect way to start up a conversation with a pretty girl! He's definitely not at all subtle when he brings it up, but who cares! He'll let you look through his sketchbook, and ask to see some of your drawings. When he does, he's pleased to see that they are all imbued with that unique...something that drew him to you in the first place.

He seems to make excuses to hang around you all the time now, awkwardly just sort of showing up when you're alone. But hey, at least he's handsome, so you let him. Your music is yet another thing he finds strange and intriguing. J-rock definitely isn't swing, but the more he listens, the more he likes it. (Maybe he just associates with you now, but who knows🤭). And he loves how passionately you just love what you love, making no excuses and accepting no criticism. He was a bit of a shy kid as well, and bullied all through his youth, so it's admirable to him how you don't seem to hide anything from him. You're just so unashamedly yourself, and lucky for you, that's exactly who he likes.

Everything you like is so new and modern to him, but he loves learning about it. He makes a point to remember everything you mention, filing it away to check out later by himself. He doesn't know what an anime is, but he'd love to find out! He soon surprises the rest of his team by conspicuously wearing a goth band tee in place of his usual button down shirts one day. But, taking a note from your book, he makes no attempt to try to validate it to anyone. Not that he needed to anyways, Tony is actually very pleased and amused.

Comics though, that's one thing he can understand. He loved to read them when he was a kid, and even had a few made about him during the war. Unfortunately it's hard to find copies of the comics he used to read, and he downright refuses to let you read any of the comics written about him. Either way, Steve is steadily becoming more and more knowledgeable about the modern world through your influence, which is an incredible disappointment to his teammates who can no longer tease him about it as much.

When you do eventually become an official couple, (he wanted to take things slow with you, he doesn't want to scare you off), he's an absolute gentleman. You'll certainly never have to worry about him pushing your boundaries or limits, he'd hate to make you uncomfortable. In public unfortunately, due to your odd couple appearence, you do get quite a few looks. A goth lolita next to what looks like a very large choir boy tends to turn heads. But he'd rather die than let other people bully you into "normalcy". So any glance that looks more like a judging scowl than surprise is met with a glare, and coming from him, it's pretty effective. He's also a major factor in your style now, he loves to buy you whatever you want, he's got that avengers paycheck to cover it all easily anyways. He may have a tendency to just buy anything with skulls on it, but he's learning, and it's the thought that counts.

In private he's just as much of a gentleman, though perhaps a little more cozy. After a long day or rough fight, he loves nothing more than to plop down on your bed and watch whatever show or movie you have on. If you ever become frustrated or overwhelmed, no worries. Steve will be your rock, and do his best to help you calm down. His tactics include: dropping your cat in your lap, bringing you water or food, or acting as a human weighted blanket. This man was made for comforting someone, just look at those baby blues.

Unfortunately you'll never manage to convince him to dye even a small lock of his blonde hair.

(Hoped you liked this, I'm still trying to figure this matchup thing out! And I will definitely take you up on your offer of a matchup if you'd be so kind 😈)

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