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straykids-97 · 1 year

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Vermilion

“Why do we offer vermilion to God?”

Chan likes when you make him feel powerful. And one thing he likes to do is hunt… you.

Warnings: cat/mouse dynamics/primal play, (Chan hunts y/n through a crowd of people), brat taming, dom/sub dynamics, fear play (Chan enjoys terrorizing y/n. A literal menace.) Sensory play, (Chan’s senses are heightened so the reader uses them to try and mess w him.) Blood play (duh. Chan’s a vampire.)

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Pics below are how I imagine Chan looks at the reader when he's annoyed and well. The second is just hot heh.

You and Chan had been planning this excursion for weeks now. There was a festival happening near where you lived and you were dying to go. Chan, of course, being the protective boyfriend he was, didn’t like the idea of you going alone. There, however, was one small problem.

Chan wasn’t human. He hadn’t been for at least 100 years. So, being a vampire, existing around a crowd of humans was difficult. Even though he was by your standards, ‘old’, he was still a young vampire to his Coven. But, you made it more manageable; you grounded him.

“Did you remember your suppressing necklace?” You questioned, peeking up at him as he pivoted awkwardly. While Chan was graceful in his age, he sometimes appeared awkward around you. Especially when he was experiencing something new with you. It made him apprehensive, defensive even. This was something he hadn’t done since he was a human. And it made him uneasy.

He adjusted his dark shirt, his hands anchoring on his belt as he tightened it, “Yep. Going to get it now.” You fluttered your eyes a few times. Your mind went numb by observing your boyfriend do something as simple as adjusting his belt made your brain short circuit. “I’ll see you when you get home then?” You breathe out. “See ya.” He gave your forehead a quick peck before dipping out of the kitchen where you were standing. You cleared your throat, “Damn.” you bite your lip and watch him close the door behind him.

After collecting yourself, you remember that you need to get prepared for the carnival while Chan was out. He’d be taking you directly after he gets home. So, you had approximately an hour to get ready. You intended on wearing a no-frills green summer dress with a deep V. You smooth the dress out and rush to the washroom to curl your hair in delicate waves. Just as you finish applying mascara, you hear the front door open. “Y/n?” Chan’s voice calls into your home, “In the bathroom!” You answer, as you unplug the now cooled-off hair machine and begin to wrap the cord around it.

You bent over placing the curler beneath the sink when you hear Chan take a resonant breath, “Are you wearing a dress?” You turn to glance at him, brushing the hair from your eyes, you nod. “Yeah. Why, is it too much?” You question, looking down at your outfit. You peek back up at him with big eyes, hoping that he’d cave and let you wear the dress. Chan shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath before taking one long step toward you. “No. Please change. I’ll meet you in the car.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead and left you to stand there bewildered.

Did he really just say that you couldn’t wear this dress? He literally bought it for you?

You grit your teeth as you put your cosmetics away, “No? I’ll show you.” You grumble, tossing the last thing into your bag of makeup before tucking it away on your side of the sink. You toddle angrily to your bedroom and grab your jean jacket, “I’ll show him.” You fluff your locks onto your shoulders, jerking your jacket into place, and you stare at yourself in the mirror in your shared bedroom. With a definitive huff, you seize your phone and bag and marched to the door.

Chan was too engrossed with his phone to detect that you hadn’t changed, “Ready?” He questioned, putting the car into drive. You simply nod and stare out the window, your heart racing. You hoped that suppressor was powerful enough that he couldn’t hear your racing heart. Normally, if Chan said to do something, you obeyed with no objection. Maybe it was because of what he was, maybe this suppressor was stronger than either of you realized…

After 30 minutes of driving, you reached the bustling city center where the festival was being held. Chan effortlessly found parking and got out to pay for the meter, you slowly get out of the car, adjusting your jacket and putting your purse across your body. You began to fidget; Chan was about to see that you hadn’t changed. You hoped that he wouldn’t take you both home. He totally would and you knew that. So you prayed he would have a change of heart for tonight and deal with you later when you got home.

You wait patiently by the end of the car as Chan approaches you and you hold your breath as he takes your hand. “C’mon.” He nods his head toward the festival that was in full swing ahead of you. He offers your a soft smile as he steers you forward, and you feel a little better; maybe Chan doesn’t care as much because of his suppressor? You considered as he lingers near one of the stalls that had several different kinds of food. “Which one?” Chan asks, taping the glass that divided the food and you.

You take a deep breath and tilt forward, gazing at the different kinds of corn dog choices. You bite your lip, deep in thought. You decide on the mozzarella cheese one, “I’d like to get the mozz-” you stop talking when you notice that the man behind the booth was shamelessly staring down your dress at your exposed chest, only glancing away awkwardly when he was caught, “-arella cheese one.” You stammer, glancing at Chan. He undoubtedly witnessed the man staring, and that you hadn’t changed. Chan’s gaze bounced between your breasts and the man’s face, who looked utterly petrified; a normal reaction when Chan was enraged near humans. “Coming right up!” The man squeaked, turning away and hastily getting your order ready. You gaze up at Chan, who narrowed his eyes at you for a beat before shifting to pay for the food. Shit. You thought as he calmly takes the food without thanking the tender, quietly handing your food to you.

Chan takes your hand in his and guides you further into the festival, enjoying his food as he peeked around the throng of people. “Chan…” You trail off. He didn’t reply but you knew even if he didn’t have his superhuman hearing, a normal human could hear with how close the two of you were as you moved through the crowd. “Chan-”

“We will talk about this later.” His tone was low and absolute. He didn’t want to talk about this here or right now. You drop it instantly, not wanting him to snap and get him into trouble with his Coven. You sigh and look over to a booth, “Oh!” You point frantically in the direction of a stall that had several kinds of stuffed animals. Chan chuckles, “Alright. Alright.” He sighs, permitting you to tug him toward the booth. After a few tries, Chan manages to win a medium-sized stuffed animal. You were happy, but Chan was aggravated. “If I didn’t have this ridiculous suppressor on, I could have won more than one of those dumb things.” He griped. “Well, I like the penguin you got me, thank you.” You squeeze the stuffed animal and pause to look around to see what to do next. Your eyes bounce over the different stalls that lined the street, “Oh, look at that one!” you go to grab your boyfriend only to grab nothing. You do a 360, discovering that Chan had kept wandering, leaving you alone to be shifted around in the crowd.

Your heart rammed in your chest, panicking, you call out, “Chan?!” you curse to yourself. Chan wouldn’t be able to hear you with that suppressor on or smell you. Not that he could, there were probably too many scents that it would be hard to find you. Just as you sensed your chest constrict, you feel your phone vibrate in your purse. You frantically search for it, immediately answering, “Hello?”

“Where are you?” Chan’s voice was calm, but he too sounded frantic. “I don’t know. The crowd moved me around, I have no idea where I am.” You confess, glancing around. “Do you see anything? What booths are near you?” He asked. You glance around, “Um… A few that are selling like necklaces and stuff?” Chan scoffs, “That’s nearly a dozen places. What else?”

“I’m just trying to help.” You say, feeling irritated, “There’s a food vendor selling cakes.” You offer. Silence before you hear him sigh, “Do you see any carnival games?” He asked. “No. I don’t. Chan- I don’t know where I am.” There was a long pause. “Y/n, I’m taking the suppressor off to find you. Don’t move. Stay on the phone with me. Please.” He requests. You take a deep breath, feeling irked again. “You’re being awful insisting today.” You grumble. “Oh? How so?” He asked, the sound of carnival games playing in the background of the call. “First I couldn’t go with you to get your suppressor from the Coven,” you begin to list of things that he demanded of you, “and then you told me to change. You bought this as a gift. Why can’t I wear it?” You nearly shout. Your frustrations were aired out, and though Chan would most likely be upset, you felt better knowing that you had said them out loud.

“That’s what this is about? Isn’t it?” He asks. “What?” You scowl. “That’s why you ran off? Because you’re upset that I asked you to change?” You groan, “No. I actually got lost, Chan. I’m not doing this for attention.”

“A likely story.” He scoffs. You grit your teeth and begin to wander away from the spot, not wanting Chan to find you just yet. Normally it wouldn’t bother you so bad, but after a long day of being ordered around, you could just scream.

“I’m serious. I stopped to look around at the stalls and then you were gone.” You walk up to a stand where they were selling bracelets and various other items of jewelry and begin to speak to the vendor. “Y/n.” Chan sounded out, clearly annoyed. “I’ll take this one.” You point to a black bracelet, “Thank you.” You smile at the woman and continue walking away. “What?” You hiss. “You didn’t say that I couldn’t look around at the vendors.” You roll your eyes and begin to make your way through the crowd, looking around the various different stalls. You find one with a few sweets, “Oo!” You cry excitedly, “What? What happened?” Chan demanded. You stay silent as you near the stand, “Y/n, I swear to God-”

“You shouldn’t swear to things you don’t believe in, Chan.” You chastise, rolling your eyes. “What flavors do you have.”

“Jesus Christ- Y/n. You’re going to throw me into hunting mode if you keep acting like that.” He warned. “Maybe you’d find me faster.” You grumble, thanking the man as you shuffle along. You hear Chan hiss, “I’ve had about enough of you-”

“Then hang up.” There was a long silence before Chan speaks. His tone his cold, making you freeze on the spot. “If you move anymore, you’ll have some significant consequences… Brat.” Chan had to have taken off the suppressor. He was hunting now. He was hunting you. He was no longer in the mood for dealing with the brat side of you. Part of you wanted to obey him so that you wouldn’t be in trouble, but the other part didn’t care. “Or what? Chan?” You dare ask. What was wrong with you? Did you have a death wish? Chan let out a dark chuckle, “Keep playing your games, little one. You never win. And there’s a lot of people… And I don’t care who sees. Just remember that while you’re running away.” You gasp softly, your skin heating up. He lets out a chuckle, “Run. Run. Run, little one. I’ll find you. And when I do…” He trails off, taking a deep breath, “You better hope you’ve managed to get away from people.”

You instantly begin to run away from the booths, knowing full well that Chan will keep his promise and deal with the consequences later. He was old, his acquaintances were older and he had friends in high places. There wasn’t anything that Chan couldn’t do and get out of. So whatever he wanted to do to you at that moment was the least of his worries.

You managed to get away from the busier part of the festival and began to catch your breath. After a few moments, you put your phone back up to your ear. To hear where he was or if he had hung up. You were on the outskirts of the festival now, you could make a straight shot into the walking trail conveniently a few feet away. That way you could at least run into the woods and lead Chan away from the people, preventing some nights from being ruined. “Where have you gone now?” He hummed, “You’re wearing my patience thin, y/n.” He tsked. “You started it.” You countered. Chan lets out a humorless laugh, “And how so?”

“By being so bossy. You’re always so bossy for no reason. And now you’re blaming me.” You rolled your eyes, you shift to see a woman handing out free lollipops. You try to refuse, but she won’t let you. You thank her and look down at it as Chan replies, “Blaming you? Of course I am. If you would have just listened, our night would be going smoothly.”

“If you weren’t so territorial of me, then we wouldn’t be in the spot we’re in now.” You roll your eyes, testing the lollipop. It was sweeter than normal, but you enjoyed the flavor. You decide to stand here for a moment to catch your breath. “You’re the one who put me into hunting mode, y/n. You know it’s dangerous around other humans.” He breathes into the phone receiver. From your perch near the sweet stand, you can see Chan perfectly; annoyed, hot, and bothered. You could tell by how tightly he was grasping the sleek, black phone in his hand.

“Me?” You scoff, “hardly. You started this this morning, Channie.” You tease. A soft breeze blew over your shoulder, causing your hair to fall into your eyes. His head snapped to you, “I most certainly did not, brat.” He seethes. You giggle, popping your lips around the lollipop in your mouth, “Oh? I was hoping you’d come finish it.”

“I plan on it.” Your face drains as he begins to stalk toward you. You drop your phone and sprint toward the woods. You could hear Chan growl behind you but that doesn’t stop you as you sprint off the trail. Your heart was ramming in your chest as you left the people behind in favor of the quieter woodland area that now surrounded you. You risk a peak behind you to see that Chan was not chasing you. You slow, glancing around to see if you could hear him prowling near you. But you could hear nothing as you stalled to a stop. You were lost in the woods; in your panic, you didn’t think about the possibility of ending up being lost.

You take a deep breath and begin to slowly traverse the forest, wrapping your arms around yourself and glancing around. “Hello?” You call into the night. It was quiet, eerily so. It made you even more on edge knowing that the reason it was so quiet was that Chan was nearby. Woodland creatures ran away when supernatural beings were close, that was the only indicator that you knew he was following you still. Enjoying watching you squirm as you glanced around, panicked. “Alright. You can come out now. Before someone else finds me.” You raise your arms up. And then a plan forms in your mind.

You stop speaking, taking off your jacket, “Would really hate if some other vampire or vampires were to come to find me… All alone and defenseless!” You toss your purse onto the ground, reaching underneath your dress to your panties, tugging them down your thighs. “Or for someone to find these.” You swish your panties on your finger.

He wasn’t taking the bait.

You sigh, slingshotting them off into the shady forest, “A real shame. Little, naive me.” You step away from the pile of your belongings and keep walking through the forest, “All alone, with no one to protect me from the large, powerful, unholy beasts out there!” You shake your hands for emphasis as you step over a fallen tree, making sure to drag your skin across the bark. You hiss at the sensation of your ass being rubbed raw but keep going forward, “Be a real shame if someone,” you run your hands through your hair, shaking it and wiggling the loose strands that fell out of your head onto the ground. You knew that your hair and blood held the largest amount of your natural scent and it drove Chan insane when he was frenzied. If he was really nearby, he wouldn’t be able to help himself much longer. “Big and strong attacked me right now. Especially if my boyfriend lets it happen. Might just have to break up with him for allowing such an atrocity-” You pause hearing something snap behind you. You gasp and whirl around, expecting to see Chan behind you.

But there was nothing there. Your heart began to race, maybe Chan wasn’t actually there. Maybe it was someone else… You turn around to keep walking forward to see on a nearby branch your panties draped leisurely across the wood. Your heart thumps wildly, was someone else hunting you? Chan wouldn’t do that, wouldn’t leave your panties out like that. It made him angry knowing your scent was anywhere other than on you or him. Normally he’d grab them and tie your hands up with them later-

You whirl around, “Chan, this isn’t funny anymore.” Your voice falters slightly as you turn back around to see that your panties were gone again. You wheeze, fear gripping you. Whoever it was was closer than you wanted them to be. You took a step backward, bumping into something. Someone. You held your breath as whoever it was gently brushed your hair over your shoulder, “How cute.” a deep voice mutters. “Are you scared?” Your lip trembled but you couldn’t reply. Chan never let it get this far. He wouldn’t allow this to happen.

You whirl around to see that no one was there, making you immediately twist around to see Chan standing a few feet away, his vermillion eyes watching you intensely. “Well?” His voice was that of the one you had just heard, making you feel leaps better, but the adrenaline still pumped in your veins. You feebly nod your head, and within a blink of an eye, Chan was standing right in front of you. You gasp, “Chan-” You begin to say but you were pressed against a tree, “Shut. Up. I’ve heard enough of your mouth tonight.” With that, he stuffed your panties in your mouth, growling in your ear as he unbuckled his belt. “If I hear you even make so much as a peep, you will not cum for a week. Do you understand me?” You nod your head. “Excellent. Pleased to know we understand each other.” He snarls, thrusting into you harshly.

His red eyes flared with desire, “Look at me.” His fingertips dug into your ass cheeks, holding you in place as he fucked you against the tree. “You cum before I say, you’ll be in more trouble than you already are. Do you understand?” You nod your head frantically, tears welling in your eyes as you try not to moan. Chan’s rough, fast pace made your head spin but you tried your hardest not to make a noise. You squeeze your eyes shut, tears falling down your cheeks. You feel Chan’s tongue lick up the tears, a hot groan leaving his lips, “So sweet.” He moans into your neck, thrusting harder before yanking out your gag. “Fucking moan for me, princess.” He grunts. It only takes a few strokes before he has you screaming with pleasure. “Ch-cha-chan!” You cry, feeling your orgasm fast approaching, you knew you weren’t going to be able to fend it off. It was like he was setting you up for failure.

Almost.

“My baby wants to cum?” He coos, a wicked grin spreading across his features. You could see his sharp incisors on full display as he bares his teeth at you, “Hmm? You wanna cum for me? Like the sweet, little-fucking-brat you are?” You nod, “Yes. Yes.” You chant, holding onto his biceps, “Please. Please, Chan. Please.” He closes his eyes and reopens them, a new heat replaced in them. It was almost like the red in his eyes was burning brighter now. “Listen from now on?” He asked. You nod. “Obey me?” You nod at his request.

He leans in, “Cum.” You gasp, as if you were his own personal puppet, your high came crashing down on you like ton of bricks, causing you to shriek. Chan groans, holding your hips and picking up his already inhuman pace, making various animalistic grunts and growls. “Fucking. Fuck. Fucking brat.” He groans one last time before stilling. You both pant for a moment before he gently places you on your feet.

Your legs fail you like a newborn baby deer and you nearly fall to the ground. But, Chan catches you, chuckling, “Too much?” You look up at him sleepily. “Awe…” he coos as he bites his wrist. He helps you up, holding his arm out to you, “So you can walk out of here without an issue.” He watches as you lick his wound. It closes within seconds and you were able to feel the healing effects quickly. You could see a dribble of his own blood on the corner of his mouth, and he smirks. “I won’t afford you the same luxury when we get home.” He says as he hands you your belongings and your phone. “Here. You dropped these.” He helps you stand up, seeing his blood on your lips made his now dark eyes flash red, “We best find the car? Unless we desire to offend the family walking home? Hmm?”

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morganbritton132 · 8 months

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Dustin posts a Tiktok with that “What two clips give off the same energy” video that’s just:

(1) A video of Steve tossing Eddie’s shoes to him like, “Chop, chop, chop, we got a middle school basketball game to go to, Munson.”

Eddie responds in a full whine like, “Why??? What did I do to the king to receive this cruel and unusual punishment?”

Steve, ignoring his theatrics, throws a t-shirt with the school logo on it at him like, “Represent.”

And (2) a video of Steve and Eddie lounging on the couch when Steve asks, “Can you get tickets to the Barbie movie premiere?”

Eddie doesn’t even look up from his phone when he says, “Probably. Only if you walk the carpet with me though.”

Steve throws his head back and groans, “Ughhhh, I hate that.”

#Steve and Eddie are like: I love you and I love your dedication to your job but I hate this specific aspect of it #They’ve been together for thirty years and Eddie’s only got Steve on a red carpet twice #and one of those times he was filling in for Eddie’s assistant #eddie munson tiktok saga #eddie munson #steve harrington

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maturiin · 1 year

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oook another red dead sketch dump

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 6 months

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"If PD-MDZS drew He Xuan, would he be a Man or a Fish?"

#Poorly drawn tgcf #tgcf #He Xuan #The promised part two to the He Xuan Saga.#This is the refined and highly selected group of coherant designs #There were many....many more....several pages and sticky notes of grapheme and pen. Ramblings of a visual kind.#I got so stuck on 'sharp forehead'. You are all being saved from the worst of my attempts to figure out what that would look like.#What does it mean. What does it *mean*???#Btw the reason there's a red star next to no.5 is because that's the winner <3 #At a certain point I started making wild designs in relative jest (and desperation) and something about axolotl He Xuan just... stuck.#I couldn't stop thinking about it...And okay; It works. An amphibian very much goes with his general vibe and themes.#That and for the fact this permits me to draw Shi Qingxuan as an axolotl. Going on axolotl dates. Holding axolotl hands.#And once that image got in my head I knew.#If poorly-drawn-mdzs drew He Xuan; He would be an axolotl.

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quantumleper · 1 month

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Gohan | Dragon Ball Franchise

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tradingjack · 26 days

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There's no turning back.

... Is there anyone who'll be able to survive what lies ahead?

#millions knives #trimax #trigun spoilers #knives sure as fuck didn't lmao #ending my sick drawing saga with this one <3 i feel better now thx #yeah i'll give knives the piano piece. fuck you #i do love drawing knives beautiful. i loved doing the detailing on this one tbh it was a ton of fun #now i am less confident in the background but. what can you do :3 what i get for trying not to use red ig #it's so interesting that quote is from elendira too. she really just wanted to watch the world burn. get it girl <3 #manga #illustration #artists on tumblr #drawing #my art #comic #fanart #trigun #i've been drawing too much knives for someone who likes other characters way better lmao. listen. im still processing the uhh #my own sibling trauma ok #drawing diablo vash is therapeutic in a similar way tbh lmfao

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yrsonpurpose · 6 months

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I would stay forever.

#rwrb #rwrbedit #red white and royal blue #alex x henry #firstprince #userninz #userveronika #usersteen #usernuria #usermaloune #chrissiewatts #userlang #userclara #mine*#you knew i'd come through with the ts edits #predictable as ever #anyway why was this song so emotional #it's so THEM during the lake/kensington saga phewww #got distracted by taylor's eyelashes a little bit its not fair

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mydearlybeloathed · 5 months

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I loved your fic where the reader is Sanji's little sister!! I could do more of this but with something more angst? (I'm crazy about angst, forgive me 😭😭😭)

𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you would have thought your birthday would keep zeff and sanji from bickering—well, you thought wrong.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: sanji x littlesister!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.7k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: pre-opla, reader is sixteen atm, swearing, reader is at the end of her rope

𝐚/𝐧: you're forgiven anon i also enjoy my fair share of angst 🥰

Turning sixteen had never been so awful for anyone in the entire world. You felt for certain of that.

The water of the sea lapped at your bare feet, dangling off the docks of the Baratie. Silence sat over everything, the moon hung high above you. You kicked at the water, angry at it for some reason, and scoffed at the face of the world.

You swore that if you listened hard enough, you could still hear Sanji and Zeff fighting all the way in the kitchens. The sound of their shouting had driven you out here into the fresh sea air, but it hardly helped the frustration welling up in your gut.

When you heard the footsteps coming up behind you, half of you hoped it was Sanji, coming to apologize and wish you a happy fucking birthday.

You peered over your shoulder to find Patty looming over you, a plate in hand. “Hey, kid.”

“Hi,” you murmured, slouching back over as he knelt down beside you.

You glanced over as he set the plate beside you, grinning a bit at the slice of cake. “How’s the birthday?”

Scoffing, you said, “Shitty. Per usual.”

Patty pursed his lips, sighing out his frustration, cursing the two idiots who’d driven you out here on your birthday. Still, he looked out at the sea, and told you, “He’s looking for you.”

“I’m sure he is.”

“Zeff is too.”

“They took a break from their precious bickering?” You couldn’t help but roll you eyes. “I’m frickin’ honored.”

The chef nudged your shoulder before rising to his feet. “Come on. It’s getting cold.”

You hugged your legs, having no intention of moving. “I’ll freeze.”

“Aww, don’t go all moody teen on me.” Patty half grinned. “I’m barely surviving Sanji.”

Turning your face away from him, you fought down the tears welling up in your eyes. “Go away, Patty.”

The longest moment past, before his footsteps retreated back into the Baratie, and you were left alone. Another birthday down the drain. And all you’d wanted was to spend time with your little family.

જ⁀➴

Patty walked back into the kitchen, brows taut and frown evident. He threw open the doors and glared at the young blond boy who whipped around.

“We’re not rea—”

“Your plan didn’t work,” Patty snapped. “She’s pissed.”

Zeff appeared from around the corner. “So she’s not coming?”

Patty deadpanned, somehow fighting the urge to slap him, if only because Zeff was his boss. “No. She’s not coming.”

Sanji and Zeff turned to each other, each donning an expression of awkward guilt. Sanji sighed. “We messed up.”

“No kiddin’,” Zeff scoffed.

And Patty rolled his eyes, moving to finish setting up this little party. “I’ll finish up.” He glared over at Sanji. “You go fix this.”

“Why me?” Sanji had the nerve to ask.

“She’s your kid sister!” Patty gritted out. “And this was your bright idea! Let’s start fighting even though we know it makes her sad so we’ll have time to throw a surprise! Yeah, great idea. Now she’s wallowin’ on the docks.”

Your brother’s face fell, the image painted for him flashing across his eyes, and he hated it. This was a bad idea, after all. He’d just wanted to surprise you, but you were too quick for that these days. Sanji thought it’d be fine… “Shit.”

He was halfway through throwing off his apron when Zeff dropped everything and beat him to it. He set a heavy hand on Sanji’s shoulder and shoved him back toward the half decorated cake. “I’ll handle it. Just don’t fuck up the cake with yer shaky hands.”

Sanji stumbled into the counter, eyes narrowed, but he didn’t bother arguing. So Zeff trudged out of the kitchen, face sullen, wondering how the hell he’s supposed to console a teenage girl.

He’d figure it out, he hoped. He was a pirate after all, and pirates don't get scared. Then he stepped out into the midnight air and spotted you swinging your legs off the dock.

Pirates don’t get scared. Except, maybe, of their upset daughters.

You heard him before you saw him, tensing up as the sound of Zeff’s peg leg hobbling up behind you. You didn’t say a word and stared out at the crisp black waters, not knowing why he even bothered as he plopped himself down beside you, moving your untouched plate of cake to the space behind you.

“Hey, Pip,” he started, testing the waters.

“‘Sup.” You were irritated, that’s for sure, but not completely shut off. If you wanted him to go, you’d have said so already, or punched him or jumped into the water or something like that. Zeff didn’t pretend to understand youth these days. Typically, your silence was a good sign.

If Zeff knew you at all, and he ought to after all these years, he’d wager you didn’t want to be alone at all.

His peg leg kicked up some water, disturbing the peace. “You cold?”

It was the warmest night the sea had seen in some time, and he expected you to snap back that it was a stupid question. But you just shifted away and muttered, “Nope.”

Maybe you weren’t as open to talking as he’d thought.

“Listen,” he huffed. “I’m sorry. We both are. It’s just, you know how he gets…”

Your sudden glare shut him up, the set in your jaw a tad bit worrying. “I know how he gets, Zeff. But I still wouldn’t throw a pan at him on your birthday.”

Touche.

Zeff grimaced. Maybe he overdid it a bit. “Yeah, I’m sorry ‘bout that.”

“Whatever.” You started to tug at your hair, and Zeff noticed how you’d ditched the ol’ pigtail braids. Now, your hair was pulled back into a single braid a bit on the messy side. There was a white ribbon tying it off.

His stare turned an odd sort of soft, one you didn’t catch often. You glanced up at him quickly, unnerved. “What?”

Zeff didn’t answer right away, choosing to instead take a breath and savor this moment. But you grew impatient, eyes narrow. “What is it, Zeff? Have I got somethin’ on my face?”

Oh, how to explain. How was Zeff to explain just what he thought of you?

You’d surely grown from the little demon who’d bitten him and left a nasty scar on his arm—grown into not so much a demon, but a woman with just the same fire. On odd days he longed for the times when you were small and thought the world of him. When you would come to him for anything and everything.

When you slipped up and called him “Dad.”

That never happened anymore. You were careful now.

You were growing too fast. If he could hide how awful the world was from you, he would, but it was too late. You were giving up on learning the ways of a chef and instead leaning toward waiting tables, learning to pickpocket like a seasoned criminal when you thought no one was watching. And with every passing day Zeff could see that starvation for something more grow brighter and brighter.

Sometimes he wondered if allowing you to work in his restaurant had been a mistake—he had a rule against women working in such a dangerous establishment as his could be, after all—but you were long past the age of listening to a word Zeff had to say. You and Sanji were alike in that manner.

Zeff shook his head. How did he explain how he had thought he’d been so strong until the day you’d come red faced to him, no older than nine, with just a skinned knee. You weren’t crying, not ever letting a tear fall, but you wanted to, he saw it in your eyes.

The former captain of the Cook Pirates had felt so strong until he had no clue how to fix what was wrong.

Zeff hated kids. He hated them, but you and that eggplant of a boy had become exceptions. The pair of you, as frustrating as you could be, had weaseled your way into the old man’s heart. He thinks he’d do just about anything for you, specifically.

How could Zeff begin to explain how much it scared him that his daughter was getting older?

“Zeff?”

“Sorry,” he said. “Got lost a bit.”

You lowered your gaze and shifted, reaching behind you to pick up the cake. There was a singular bite taken out of it. You messed around with the fork. “Patty made this?”

Zeff nodded. “Think so.”

“It’s good. You could do better,” you grinned, setting the plate back down. You’d finish it off later; you never dared to waste food.

“Yeah?” Zeff chuckled. “Probably.”

You kicked at the water again. “I haven’t decided if I forgive you yet.”

“As expected. Just don’t take too long.” After a moment of thought, and an observation at how you returned to your surly demeanor, he made a decision. “We’ve got somewhere to be.” Zeff turned away the moment you whipped your head around to give him that curious look of yours.

“What do you mean?” you asked, skeptical.

“Can’t say. It’s a surprise.” He rolled his eyes. “Sanji’s been insistent on a surprise for days. You’re too nosey to keep secrets from, so we needed to get you out of the kitchen…”

He waited for the realization to sink in, and then you were punching his arm with a gasp. “No way! No way you were faking! You’re the worst!” You couldn’t decide between being angry or amused, letting out a laughing scoff at their complete idiocy. “I was about to cry, you bastards!”

Zeff couldn’t help it. He laughed—no, cackled whilst he gently blocked your tiny fist. “Language, Pipsqueak.”

You raised your middle finger and fought hard to hide your growing smile. “I don’t believe you. You’re just covering for yourselves. That fight was real.”

“Or we’re just that skilled at actin’,” he countered. He did admit that after a minute the argument was more real than not. “It was his idea.”

“Zeff.”

“We meant well.” He rerouted his defense. “He’s been going on and on ‘bout this surprise—”

“That you’ve now spoiled.”

“I had to! I wasn’t gonna deal with his moping when you never showed.” You started to protest, making him scoff. “You weren’t gonna show. You’re stubborn.”

You huffed, lunging over to scoop up the sea and splash it in Zeff’s face. The old man sputtered before he reached out a hand and pushed you into the water with barely a shove. You squealed and sank under the water, coming up gasping as thinly veiled hilarity broke past your anger.

Flapping around in the water, you gaped up at Zeff as he wheezed, barely able to get enough air through his laughter. Your own laugh bubbled out of you. “What the fuck, Zeff?”

“You–you started it!” He was still catching his breath, eyes crinkled. “Didn’t mean to push you in.”

Like you believed him. Rolling your eyes, you held out a hand and awaited your rescue. The old man stood to his mismatched feet and gripped your wrist, hoisting you up. You were airborne for at least three seconds with the momentum of his pull, giggling as your feet touched the dock again.

“I should tell Sanji you ratted him out,” you mused as the night air hit you, shivers running up and down your spine.

“You won’t,” he said, though there was a slight hope in his eyes that you really were bluffing. You were, of course. As much as you fought with Sanji, you would never dare to ruin his fun—and if planning a surprise for you was fun for him, so be it.

“I won’t,” you agreed. “But I should.”

You started back into the Baratie, crossing your arms tightly to condense what was left of your body heat. Zeff fell into step beside you, his chef’s coat draped over your shoulders not a second later. Stepping inside wasn’t an escape from the cold; if anything, the chill grew worse.

As much as you hated being cold… you were curious as to what Sanji had cooked up.

So you braved the frigid walk through the empty dining room, weaving in and out of tables and chairs, and rushed ahead of Zeff to enter the kitchen first. You gave the doors a shove and came face to face with a platoon of balloons bobbing around the ceiling.

Little purple flowers poked out of various crystal glasses. A sweet smell filled the room. You froze in the doorway, taking it all in, and noticed Sanji at the counter, finishing off the icing on a small cake. He glanced up and blew his hair out of his face, a smile splitting onto his face when he saw you.

“Pip!” His eyes ran you up and down, confusion clouding his blue eyed gaze. “What happened to you?”

You let out a huff and slipped your arms into the too big coat. “Went for a swim.”

Zeff chuckled suspiciously and swept toward the cake, inspecting it briefly. “Just like I said. The icing’s uneven.”

Sanji threw down the icing. “It is—”

“Stop!” you shouted. “I swear.”

That shut them up, each of them rolling their eyes. Children, you thought. Taking another look around, a little smile grew on your face. “Is it someone’s birthday?”

For a moment, Sanji’s confidence faltered, as if he was really questioning what day it was, before he caught your sly grin and relaxed. “Only yours, so I really don’t know why I bothered with all this.”

“Ouch,” you laughed. The kitchen was empty save for you, Zeff, and Sanji. It reminded you of quiet nights similar to this one, back when the Baratie was in its early years. Back when Zeff and Sanji didn’t fight as much as they did now.

In the gentle quiet to follow, you did admit: growing older wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.

You blinked and Zeff had lit a candle and poked it into the top of the cake, causing Sanji to grumble at how he’d messed up the swirl design he’d crafted. Zeff ignored him and bumped your shoulder. “Too old to make a wish?”

“As if.” You were almost offended he’d asked, leaning forward to blow out the candles, squeezing closed your eyes and uttering a wish in your head. When you were done, Sanji gave you a questioning look.

“So? What was it?”

Every year he asked, and every year you shook your head. “Can’t say. It’ll break the magic.”

The night grew old, as night always does, and it aged with laughter and thrown icing and sleepy eyes, before it died to make way for the sun. And by then, you and Sanji were passed out on piles of flour sacks, side by side and snoring in tune.

The Baratie was to open in five hours. In one hour, the chefs would file in to prepare for the breakfast run. For now, though, there was peace as Zeff pulled up a stool to the countertop and observed the pair with increasing, sickening fondness.

The plan had never been to raise two of the possibly most difficult children on the seas… but now that you weren’t children anymore, there was a significant amount of pride welling up in Zeff’s chest.

He knew neither of you were destined to remain at the Baratie all your lives. To keep you there was to imprison you. Someday, you and Sanji would leave this place, and Zeff could only hope it wouldn’t be tomorrow as each day came to a close.

And someday, a year down the road, his hope would be in vain as the next morning your annual birthday wish was granted in the form of a grand ship with the masthead of a goat—the ship that would sail you and Sanji away.

But that was a year away, and no one knew of what fate had in store. You only knew that maybe turning sixteen wasn’t so bad.

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Darrow and Lysander by iparwing

#fanart #red rising #golden son #morning Star #iron gold #dark age #darrow of lykos #lysander au lune #light bringer #pierce brown #red rising series #red rising saga

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(Duke getting woken up early [two in the morning])

Duke: Wait, why is this an all hands on deck thing?

Batman, on comms: A man by the name of Lord Death-Man has escaped custody and needs to be apprehended. He killed every hero in Japan before coming here, and poses the same threat here.

Duke:

Duke: You're serious, right?

Batman, over comms: Excuse me?

Duke: You trained all of us. Some of us, me and Claire, have powers. You are richer than God himself. How is he a threat?

Batman:

Batman, still on comms: He killed superheroes.

Red Hood, behind Batman on comms: Japanese heroes are pretty weak! Duke has a point! He's no match!

Spoiler, from farther away (on comms): Jay! Stop hurting people with the truth!

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Scarlet

“When I am dead, I hope it may be said; his sins were scarlet but his books were read.”

Yunho is a patient man, but sometimes you wear his patience thin…

Warnings: Dom!Yunho(like actually heh), use of toy(riding crop), unprotected sex, pet names/nicknames, dom/sub dynamics, smut, also soft Yunho at the end Word Count: 3.1k

You met Yunho through mutual friends. At first, you were shy, Yunho was way out of your league. All the girls wanted him, but for some reason, he never brought anyone home. He hardly afforded them much attention either. He was the perfect gentleman, always so nice.

Until he met you.

He hardly spoke around you, at first you thought he didn't like you. Then gradually, he began to open up. He was adorable, and he was so blushy when the two of you talked for longer than 10 minutes. It made you melt, it was clear that the two of you were attracted to one another. But you were too shy to say something to him, not that you needed to. Yunho knew. He always knew.

When Yunho finally asked you out, no one was shocked. You two were perfect for each other. But there was something different about Yunho, you noticed. He didn't seem to eat or sleep, and after a few months, you finally confronted him. The answer you got wasn't what you expected. In fact, you thought he was joking. But, he wasn't.

But it made sense. Why was he so alluring. Why everyone was so drawn to him? Why he was so charismatic? It was because Yunho was a vampire.

That was his deepest, darkest secret, well one of them. Perhaps his second one was that he desired control over you. He wanted complete and total submission from you, in every way possible. You knew he was ‘kinky’ but the night he dangled those keys in front of your face changed your future. You were apprehensive at first, it was a lot to take in. After all, he had quite the collection of things.

He quietly watched you from afar, observing, waiting for the moment you had a question. Yunho immediately gave you a synopsis of what you picked up, no matter what it was. Ranging from its uses of it, to where it originated from. Even before you opened your mouth, Yunho was immediately answering the question you had. He wanted to share this part of his world with you. Even if that meant waiting for you to catch up to speed. And he had all the time to wait for you. You both had a discussion about what you wanted and didn’t want, and Yunho was wholly understanding that this was all new to you. After all, he didn’t want to push you away. Yunho very rarely chose a sub, let alone a sub who knew his secret.

After a while, he learned that maybe if you had the opportunity to explore the room alone, you’d be more open and honest. Figuring that you may be more comfortable if you had the chance to explore without him around. So Yunho allowed you the keys and told you to feel free to go through everything and anything while he was gone. “Call or text me if you have any more questions.” He gave you a soft smile and left you to your own devices.

You stood in front of the dark door, fidgeting with the keys for a few moments. You bite your lip apprehensively, take a deep breath and finally unlock the door. You were greeted with the smell of wood cleaner and Yunho. His scent was all over this room; he did admit he spent a lot of time in there. You walk toward the ‘whipping wall’, as you called it. Yunho found it adorable that you were naming the things in his playroom. But he couldn’t deny the fitting name. The wall was covered by things that all hung on hooks; from canes to tickling devices, Yunho really had one of everything. You were intimidated by the more brutal-looking devices and opted to look more closely at the less lethal-looking ones.

You were most fascinated with the whips and flogs, heat filling your cheeks and neck as you run your fingers over the riding crop. Maybe Yunho would use it on you one day. The thought made your legs clench. You clear your throat, trying to rid yourself of the heat you felt suddenly. You keep moving through the room for a while and decide that you were done exploring. You leave the room and make sure to lock it. Carefully put the keys back where they belong and go to the door, texting Yunho that you were going home for the evening. He texted back immediately and told you to travel safely. He followed it with a, ‘I’ll call you as soon as I’m through with this business.’

You catch a taxicab and ask to stop by the store before heading home. You remembered that there were something’s you needed to grab before getting home, and maybe grab something for dinner while you shop. You were dropped off at a store a few blocks away from where you lived; a good thing if you couldn’t find a taxi later. But you dreaded if you didn’t.

After leisurely browsing the aisles for the list of items you needed, your phone buzzes. Yunho texted you; any kinks I should know about Princess?

You gasp to yourself, sensing your legs clench. It surprised you that even now his dominant side was prevalent. Yunho explained that it was all involuntary because of what he was and that he was just used to making women feel this way. Even if it was on accident. Nonetheless, his question caught you off guard and you think that replying to his text while in public wasn’t appropriate so you leave it alone for now. You carry on throughout the store, calming yourself and preparing for that call Yunho promised you later. Lord knows you needed it. Yunho was very convincing sometimes, and who knows what he had planned for later… You gather yourself and finally check out. Surely enough after some trying, you managed to find another taxi to make it home before it got too late.

Sighing as you walk down the hall to your apartment door, you pull your keys out and let yourself in, kicking the door closed with your heel. You release yet another sigh as you kick your shoes off, struggling with your bags as you managed to semi-safely get out of your shoes. You tread into your kitchen to put your food away, not noticing the figure sitting in your lounge chair until you hear the lamp click on.

You freeze; heart skittering to a stop. You knew that sound very well, the lamp that was beside your chair… The one you spent hours sitting by the window with a book, cuddled up as Yunho watched from the safety of the darker side of the apartment. That lamp.

Slowly turning to see who let themselves into your apartment, you only see a figure. Their face darkened, the light of the lamp positioned just right to reveal only a silhouette. They’re wearing a black dress shirt, unbuttoned enough to reveal a broad chest. Those familiar collarbones were on display for you and only you. Their lithe legs were covered by tailored slacks that squeezed their thighs deliciously. And spread just enough to make your pulse race. His feet were bare, something that he had revealed many weeks ago that he only does when he’s in his ‘space’. Yunho explained that it gave him a better grip on the floor when he was in his playroom because the floor was wooden. But the thing that held your interest was a thin, hard riding crop that slowly and rhythmically tapped his thigh. His opposing hand held his head, his scarlet eyes watching you intensely.

For a moment, neither of you says a word as you scrutinize each other. Yunho’s beautiful eyes scanned your flushed features for a while until they landed back on your face. He splits the silence with a deep drag, “Didn’t reply.” His hoarse voice rumbled, making you jump slightly. It wasn’t loud, or even stern. His words almost sounded like a cat purring, and it sent shivers down your spine. “I-I was at the store.” Your voice broke at the end, making Yunho chuckle. “Why don’t you say it now, hmm?” He smacked his thigh once; the loud sound made you jump again. He held the riding crop up to his nose, moving it down the whip part of the crop until it landed on the clap, “Or maybe this speaks enough for you…” He runs his nose back along the riding crop, inhaling where your fingers danced earlier. “You dawdled on this one longest…” He drew away, his eyes regarding you carefully. “Come here.”

You waver for a moment too long and he slowly rises to his feet. “We’re in the space…” he trails off, referring to you two, “where you don’t get to disobey me.” His voice grows deeper as he hisses the end, his teeth baring at you. Your legs become goo instantly as you sink to your knees. Your eyes fall to the ground, remembering everything Yunho expected from you when you two played. You watch his feet appear in your vision and he stops in front of you. “Hairtie?” He requests. You hold your wrist out for him to pull the elastic off of your appendage. He moves behind you and pulls your hair backward, running his hands through it before quickly and expertly braiding it. Yunho hums a song to himself that vaguely sounds like Often, by the Weekend.

He takes a deep breath and wraps the long braid around his hand and yanks your head backward to look into his scarlet eyes. You mewl, heat spreading through your belly. “Crawl to the chair.” His voice was sharp, piercing your core and making your legs shake. Somehow he always makes it sound so alluring as if he was a walking sex God. The second he drops your braid you instantly do as you were told, pausing only when you were a few feet away from the edge of your sitting chair. You sink back onto your calves and wait for your next demand.

Your heart was sprinting; Yunho could hear it. It made him want to pounce on you, devour you right then and there but he had to take his time. You were new to all of this. Quite frankly, he didn’t care for playing. He just wanted to toss you onto your couch and rip all your clothes off and-

“Take your clothes off.” Yunho ordered. You sit there, unsure if you could stand yet. “May I stand, sir?” Your voice was soft and fragile, making Yunho groan softly. “Yes. Once you are done, back to your knees babydoll.” He approved of your memory; only calling him by his preferred play names, ‘Sir’ and ‘Daddy’. Yunho moved around you to sit in the chair, spreading his legs so that you were now in between them. His scarlet eyes watch your every movement, even the rise and fall of your chest. He most enjoyed the quickening of your pulse as you shifted, realizing what you were about to do for him. He was struggling to maintain his composure...

You shudder knowing that he was observing you strip, making you feel a little self-conscious. You had never done this before, stripping for someone that is. Or really anything that Yunho had planned for you, whatever it was. But you hoped he used that crop on you. Your thoughts cause you to bite your lip, and Yunho grins like a cat, “Penny for your thoughts, baby?” You shake your head, too embarrassed to say what you were thinking. Yunho chuckles, “A loss, for certain.” He drops it and continues to eye you as your fingers make quick work of your clothes. After a few moments, just as you were about to take your panties and bra off, Yunho holds his hand up, causing you to glance at him. “Leave those…” He trails off, his eyes shamelessly racking up your body until they landed on your face. Your cheeks heat up as he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, surely puncturing them with his sharp incisors. “Come here.” He taps between his legs with the crop, and your feet carry you to stand closer to him. “Bend over my lap.” You gasp at his demand but still obey. It was like your body was not your own, but an appendage of Yunho’s. Yunho really was struggling now. You were being so good to him. He wanted to give you the whole fucking world, even if he had to make it burn just for you.

You lean over his lap, breasts pushing up as you lean over the arm. Your ass was stuck up in the air and Yunho took full advantage of the opportunity, grabbing a handful. “If you ever feel ashamed of your body, I’ll spank it out of you. Your a damn Goddess, y/n.” He purrs. After a few seconds, a harsh slap rang out into your tranquil apartment. “Yunho!” You choke, head whipping to peer at him. A cunning, seductive grin spreads across his features as he raises his hand to deliver yet another strike, his eyes holding yours as his palm connects with the other cheek. You yelp, your mouth dropping open as your skin warms up, the interaction between the two of you making you feel fuzzy as if your body was responding to his. Yunho quirks an eyebrow as he rests the crop on your backside, “Ordinarily,” he cocks his head as his free hand holds your chin, “I would make you look away. But,” he runs the crop between your asscheeks to your soaked core, making you whine, “I want you to look at me.” He delivers a soft quick pat to your clothed clit, making you pant.

You try to close your legs but Yunho’s foot prevented you from doing that. You didn’t even notice that his leg was wrapped around yours until then. He had you pinned to his lap, and the thought of him not letting you go made your pulse race. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, “The fragrance that you emit when you get horny makes me want to fucking eat you alive, y/n.” he reopened his eyes to reveal his eyes burning a brighter scarlet. “Yunho-” you begin to say but he stops you. “Sir.” He corrects, using the crop to spank you. The sting was sharper but didn’t last as long as when he used his hand. Your legs begin to shake as he spanks you three more times. “Do you like this, Princess?” You nod frantically, panting as your core clenches around nothing. No one had ever made you feel this way. You whimper when you realize that he had stopped. You begin to think you’ve done something wrong, but what you didn’t know was that you had made him snap.

He had you on your back, pinned to your carpeted floor in seconds. He didn’t speak as he burst the buttons of his dress shirt, ripping at the seams to get it off of him. Yunho’s mouth latched to yours, his right hand holding your jaw as his other peeled his pants off. Your mind was churning, jumbled with thoughts of what he was about to do to you. Yunho and you had only had sex twice but he seemed to be holding back, but not this time. He was going to give you what you deserved and deal with the consequences later. Yunho wanted to use you. Wanted to eradicate any hope of anyone that may come after him, but the thought of anyone else with you made him growl, there would be no one else. He would ruin you so completely that there could be no one after him, ever. And now that he knew you were just like him, he knew he was fucked in more ways than one.

There was another shredding sound and your panties joined his ruined shirt a few feet away. He pulled your bra down enough to expose your breasts, making him hiss. His mouth latched around your nipple making you cry out, his teeth sinking into your flesh. But his tongue was quick to lap up the blood that spilled out, filling you with even more passion. You groaned, running your hand through his hair as he thrust into you, both of you groaning with bliss; he filled you so completely that it was as if he was made just for you, and you for him. He groaned as he began to fuck you into the floor, the sound of flesh meeting flesh was pornographic. You prayed that your neighbors couldn’t hear, not that you cared at the moment.

Yunho’s scarlet eyes met yours, agitating with hunger and desire, and he buried his face in your neck. “I could fucking mark you right now.” he moaned, “no one will want you then. You’ll be all mine. No one elses.” You wail at his words, nails digging into his back as he fucked you harder. “Mine. Mine.” he growls, baring his teeth at you, gripping your jaw. “Yours.” You blubber. Yunho’s mouth falls open and a moan emits from the back of his throat. “Say it again.” he demands, thrusts getting shallow. Your mouth falls open, feeling your orgasm getting close. “Yu.” you plead, holding his shoulders as he goes faster. “Fuck, please say it again.” Dom Yunho was gone. He didn’t care anymore. He just wanted you to say that you were his again.

“Yu, I’m- I’m all yours!” Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he grinds against you, the tip of his dick rubbing the gooey spot inside of you. “Yu!” You cry out as your shatter. You tuck your head into his neck, holding him closer as you cry into his throat. He holds you as his hips stutter and he stops, letting out a throaty groan. For a moment you stay like that, unmoving. Well, apart from the shaking of your body as you came down from your high that was, you didn’t move.

Yunho pulls away and looks at your tear-stained cheeks. His thumb catches a stray one as it rolls down your face, “Are you ok?” He questions. You nod feebly as he gazes down at you with something akin to adoration maybe even love. Yunho offers you a soft smile as he pulls away, helping you to your feet. You were feeling tired as he holds you steady, “Do you want to lie down or take a bath?” He sweeps you off your feet and awaits for you to reply. “Bath.” You reply, curling into his chest finding solace in his warm body. Yunho carries you down your hallway to your bathroom, humming something that you didn’t recognize as he enters the bathroom.

Yunho finally found what he had been looking for for nearly 300 years; someone to spend his forever with.

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