#im not really happy with how this turned out

[6anoufriev6boys6locket]

dylric forcefeeding fic

includes forcefeeding, cake, puke, anorexia, internalized homophobia, etc.

commissioned by my friends! thank you so much!!! you guys were my first commission!<3

eric hadnt been in a great mood.

just before he had come over to dylans house, he had gotten into an argument with his parents. what was the argument about? well, his parents were less then happy with the fact that he had been spending so much time with his friend, throwing accusations at him about being a “homosexual”.

his sexuality was something he kept under lock and key, confused about it himself, so his parents accusing him of such was incredibly frustrating.

he tries to ignore it, though. it was dylans birthday after all and here he was, sitting on the floor of his bedroom with two pieces of cake on separate plates. they had gone through the whole cake cutting and candles, dylan requesting that him and eric just go up to his room after they were done. his parents didnt mind - it was *his* birthday, after all.

though, they wouldnt let him go without a piece of cake. he tried to decline it, but the plate was already in his hands before he could get the words out. it was a nice cake too, an obviously expensive one. it was a chocolate cake with thick, fudge-y icing and layers. it was fluffy and moist, so sweet it would make you sick if you ate it too fast.

“you can have my piece if you want, reb.” but dylan wasnt interested in having it. he wasnt a fan of eating in general.

“its yours, dude. you should eat it,” he always encouraged him to eat, well aware of his destructive habits “its really good.” he had eaten about half of his piece already while the others was untouched.

he shakes his head “nah, im good,” he sits back against his bed, placing the plate on the floor on erics side “im full from dinner, anyway.”

eric knew how much of a lie that was. he was here for dinner too and his friend had barely eaten anything.

“you barely ate at dinner,” he points it out, a little annoyed with him “just eat the damn cake, vee. dont fuckin’ waste it.”

dylan was a little taken aback by how rude erics comment was.

he frowned “im not wasting it,” he looks over at him, obviously thrown off “i just dont want it - im full.”

the brunette cant help but roll his eyes “full - yeah right,” he scoffed “youre not fooling anyone, especially not me. just eat it.”

the two of them usually didnt fight or argue over many things, especially not stuff like this, but erics poor mood was only increased by how annoyed he was with dylans situation. he was tired of having to worry about him and whether he ate or not, he was practically skin and bones.

“im not trying to “fool”anyone,” it was clearly making the other upset too “whats your fuckin’ deal, man? youve been being so .. shitty this whole time.”

that was enough to push eric over the edge. it was barely anything, but his patience was already so thin as is. he sets his own plate down and turns fully to face dylan.

“im tired of dealing with your damn bullshit!,” he snapped “eatings not gonna kill you, dylan! youre not a damn - girl.” his says it spaced out, further agitated with that fact. he wasnt a girl, he was a boy - a boy he was interested in.

“god forbid i want to watch my weight,” he snapped back, looking away from him, but there was some shame behind his words “you know i weigh too much, eric, i cant just eat whatever i want.” his arms subconsciously cross over his abdomen, feeling embarrassed about the mention of his weight.

“you *dont*! jesus, dylan - when is it gonna get through your head!,” he paused, making a choice that definitely wasnt the smartest “you know what? come here.”

before the blonde has a chance to react, eric has already grabbed his face and pried his mouth open. he picks up the unused fork and stabs it through the soft cake, picking up a piece of it. it was a decent size piece, lots of the filling and frosting was on it too.

he shoves it into his mouth before pulling the fork out and holding his mouth closed. the other tries to say something, but it comes out as a muffled mess, hand grabbing at his wrist to try to make him let go.

“swallow it.” he orders, giving him no choice but to reluctantly chew and swallow the cake.

some of the filling and frosting had gotten on his lips from the struggle, already having made a mess of himself.

once eric is sure he swallowed, he lets go of his mouth, but hes already getting a second bites worth on the fork.

“what the hell, eric! im not - mmf!” hes swiftly cut off as another bit of the fluffy dessert is shoved into his mouth.

“you wont eat it yourself, so im helping you,” he hissed, holding his mouth closed again, waiting for him to swallow “if you dont want me to help, then you shouldve done it yourself.”

again, dylan has no choice but to chew and swallow. he felt disgusted that any of this was even going into his body, he hated the idea of gaining any bit of weight from this at all. the texture of the frosting and filling on his lips made him sick.

the brunette lets go once more, getting a third forkful ready.

“i just dont want it!,” he quickly tries to speak before he shoves more of it into his mouth “one piece is like a whole meal in and of itself!”

eric makes sure the third forkful is bigger then the first two, a good chunk compared to the first two pieces he took off.

“shut up, vee - you sound like a freakin’ girl!” he roughly shoves the third chunk into his mouth, making him choke on it. he hated how much he sounded like a girl when he spoke about meals and weight loss - it reminded him that he was wasting his time on his friend, a boy, rather then looking for a girlfriend.

dylan whimpered, struggling to eat the piece given to him. it was far too big and sweet for him, it felt awful in his mouth as he chewed it into a paste and swallowed it. his neglected stomach was already protesting against it, making him feel nauseous.

he managed to get a good grip on his wrist this time, forcing his hand away before he could get a fourth piece, making him drop the fork in the process.

“im not eating the rest of that crap,” he still refused to eat any of it despite the fact that there really wasnt a choice being given to him “seriously, man, what is your problem? you never care about this shit that much!”

dylan had no clue what he was doing. he was pushing all the wrong buttons and *seriously* getting on erics nerves. the fork dropping on the floor is what sent him over the edge *completely*.

in one swift move, eric pinned dylan down to the floor, making dylan yelp as his head hit the ground.

“shut up, shut up!,” he keeps his legs on either side of his body, making sure he couldnt move “whats my problem? *you*! youre the fuckin’ problem!,” as he spoke, he grabbed the plate and pulled it over “im stuck here, taking care of you, *worrying* over you, when i could be doing something better!”

he doesnt even care about getting his hands dirty, picking up a chunk of the cake with his hand while his free one kept his mouth open.

“cant do crap when i have to worry about you twenty four seven!,” he shoves the dessert into his mouth, ignoring the way dylan tried to shove him off, his words becoming a choked mess “how do you think that feels, huh? its like im your damn babysitter!”

his questions are only answered with muffled whining, tears starting to gather on the other boys lashes as he struggles to swallow down the cake. its clear that this was much more then just eric getting him to eat, there was a lot of anger and resentment behind his words.

he doesnt even give him a chance to relax or to let the food settle, picking up another bit, smaller, and shoving it right into his mouth again.

dylan felt like he could puke. his stomach hurt terribly and eric sitting on top of him didnt help either - nor did the bits of cake that were being shoved into his mouth. prior to this, he wasnt really aware of him feeling any particular way. he hadnt done anything wrong to his knowledge and, frankly, he didnt.

eric didnt know how else to project these feelings of self hatred and anger, so instead he took it out on his friend - the supposed source of it all.

he had stopped struggling at this point, seeing as though there was only one piece of it left. the brunette picks it up and shoves it into his mouth, deliberately choking him this time.

he gagged around the piece, the thick paste being too much for him to swallow. he couldnt spit it out though with the way his mouth was being held shut, so, once more, he forced himself to swallow it.

eric watched, almost reveling in his struggle. it was a fraction of what he put him through and it felt satisfying to make him feel some kind of pain.

it took him much longer to swallow it down this time, his breathing ragged and shaky as his mouth was let go of, but he still didnt give him a second to adjust.

his fingers were coated in the thick frosting, even making him feel a little grossed out. he went out of his way to stick his fingers into his mouth, staring down at him with a glare.

“lick it off, dylan.”he orders coldly, pressing his fingers against his tongue.

he tries to refuse, turning his head, but he quickly grabs him and makes him stay still.

“lick. it. off.” he hissed, repeating his instructions. he was only satisfied when he felt his friend finally lick the icing off. he could tell he was trying not to gag as he did so.

once they were clean, eric pulled his fingers out of dylans mouth, inspecting them. he was happy with the results and with his work, so he got off of him and sat back.

an awkward silence fell between the two of them, unsure of how to approach the aftermath of a situation like this.

eric thought he would be much more fulfilled from doing this, but then his own guilt set in. dylan was still his *friend*, his best friend at that who he trusted more then anything. he didnt want to lose him over his poor decision making skills.

dylan groans, trying to adjust to the full feeling in his stomach. he hadnt been full in a long time, he hated the way it felt and how heavy it made him feel - not to mention the nausea.

he struggled to sit up, feeling a little dizzy. his mouth and shirt was covered in the filling and icing from the cake, it was disgusting.

soon enough, he gagged hard, turning his body and leaning over as he puked onto the floor.

the brunette watched, cringing as he did so. wow, what a shitty friend he was. he didnt think of the very real possibility of this happening - the vomit was all the undigested cake he had just spent twenty minutes shoving into his mouth. it was gross.

he didnt know what to say or what to do - what could he even do?, but thankfully, dylan was a step ahead of him.

“reb,” he whined, having a hard time sitting up straight “you, ughnf,” he gagged again, spitting up more of the sugary dessert onto the floor.

eric quickly moved over, gently pulling his hair out of the way “yeah, ive got you, vee.” all the anger in his words seemed to dissipate, being replaced by awkwardness and concern.

it was only fair he helped him after being the cause of his sickness.

[hypcn]

guess. | lhs

| warnings ⊱༒︎ cnc , biting , overstimulation , unprotected sex , brat taming , p in v , rough sex , praising, degradation , obsessive/stalker behavior , choking , fingering, oral (f receiving) , catgirl y/n , ear biting, heejakehoon x yn (mild)

| genre ⊱༒︎ smut (mdni) , forbidden love ,

| PAIRINGS ⊱༒︎ vampire!heeseung x catgirl!fem.reader

| status ⊱༒︎ don't know yet..!

| wc ⊱༒︎ 1.9k

| a/n ⊱༒︎ hi so im new to tumblr and i havent written a fic in a LONG time so um i hope its good !! i appreciate reposts and likes thank you <3

© all rights reserved hypcn , do not repost, translate, or plagarize.

Fuck. Before you knew it, you stood in front of moonveil high, the only school in existence to have students who were vampires, catgirls, dogboys, werewolfs, you name it.

You didn't even realize you signed up for this until you actually got driven to the middle of the woods by your parents, insisting you would never be able to hold up acting as a human in normal schools. You had to leave everything and everyone. Even your house. Yep, your parents technically just sent you to boarding school.

You just wanted to crawl into a hole and never come back until all your 9 lives diminished. You texted your cousin, karina who had probably been in this school since she was 13. She was the only person you knew there, so atleast you had someone to follow around so you wouldn't getting eaten up by everyones stares.

8:03 AM

⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　⠀ stupid cheese cat

⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　rina.

⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　can you come

⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀⠀　seen 8:04am 　⠀ outside and pick me up?

: On my way!

omw*

You look up and see Karina coming towards you. You'd wave, and she'd wave back. "Gosh I'm so glad you're in this school.." you sighed in relief. "I'm glad you're here now too!!! Lets go in, we have to get you to meet the principal first." She'd hook her arm into yours and drag you in.

Your soft ears twitched the moment you entered the gates. It felt so....familiar, yet you'd never been here. Ever. The school looked fairly modern, you expected it to look like hogwarts or something.

"The interior looks so nice.." you'd mumble to yourself, and Karina would just smile, gosh, how was she so happy about school? Not like you weren't either. Guess it runs in the family.

"We're here, y/n! I can't come in because I personally have beef with the principal, but you go in ahead and I'll wait outside!" You mouthed thank you and went into the principal's office.

Wait, why was there a literally 4'1 child there? what the fuck?? was THAT the principal?

"Good morning...I'm y/n the new admission..!" Youd say with an awkward smile, you were so, so confused.

"Oh yes I've been expecting you!! I'm the principal of this school, Tribbie! Anyway, I'll just assign you your dorm and you locker, and your classes..." The small lady would spin her chair and print out your schedule, take your dorm key out of her desk drawer. "Here you go. If you need anything, I'm usually always in my office!" You'd thank her, bow and leave. You'd turn your head and see Karina waiting with her friend, her ears looking irritated. "I got my schedule, Rina."

She'd turn around , "Oooh!! you're in...oh."

"What?"

"You're in the room next to..ugh"

"Just tell me!"

"You're next to the most annoying, bitchy, cocky fucking person in this school, Lee Heeseung. He's a vampire." She'd look worried for you, was it really that big of a deal?

"I dont think it's gonna be that bad...."

"oh but IT IS. I remember this one girl who was a siren was next to his room and she couldn't sleep at night because he was so fucking loud with his fucking troupe of vampires!"

"whatever..."

"Oh, y/n. This is Minjeong, my bestfriend!" *you'd glance at the blonde girl, who looked like a puppygirl.

"Hi, i'm y/n! nice to meet you, Minjeong"

"You're so cute, y'n!"

You'd get flustered at the sudden compliment, but still feel kinda happy considering it was from a girl. "Thank you, you are too!"

fast forward, it was break. you were thankfully assigned an interesting schedule, considering you were a science and maths major. The teachers were kind, and so were the people. You did make a few friends but didn't really care much because you were going to be hanging with Karina and Minjeong anyway.

You'd groan, "God, why is this campus a literal maze? I'm so fucking tired!!!" Karina would scoff, "It's just your first day, calm down. You'll be fine." You'd smile at the reassurance. "Thanks, Rina." Minjeong would nod and then ask, "Anyway, what sport are you gonna take?" You'd look up at think, "honestly, I might take basketball, I am good at it after all. But if there's a dance option I'll definitely take that." She'd look amazed, "There is! Anyway, you should go get the ice-cream you wanted from the vending machine now, it's free." You'd glance over and nod and walk over to the machine and get your favorite, a cola lolli. You'd hum in happiness and bump into a hard, really fucking hard chest and smush your ice cream into it by mistake.

"Hey watch where you're going! My ice cream is all smushed." The red haired boy would look around and smirk, "And you are?" Youd scoff, just really fucking annoyed "None of your business, are you gonna repay me for my ice cream or not?" He'd have that cocky smirk again, "The names Lee Heeseung, and sure, I might as well, kitty."

Your ears would twitch at the name, wasn't he the loud, cocky popular vampire? Gosh, way to ruin your day. You both walked over to the vending machine and he bought you...five..? FIVE of the cola ice creams??

He'd hold his wallet in his mouth and hand the ice creams to you. "Here, kitty. Happy now?" You'd look up, dumbfounded, one of your ears pointing downwards "Why'd you get me 5.." He'd smirk again, "Felt like it, you little brat." You'd look offended and scoff at the nickname, and he'd just smirk and walk away.

you'd walk back to your table, with five ice creams in your hand. "What the fuck just happened." Karina would look confused, "What?"

You'd reenact the event that just happened, Minjeong would be laughing and Karina would be really annoyed by Heeseung's actions. "He's such a manwhore, god. And he seriously called you a brat?!" You nod. "I hope he gets humbled one day. This is why I HATE men. You'd just laugh it off, not thinking too much of it.

But, you couldn't shake off the feeling of you getting watched suddenly, Heeseung was nowhere to be found, so it couldn't be him, and you couldn't see anyone staring either. Your ears twitched, being sensitive usually at all times.

Little did you know, Heeseung was with his group of vampires, blended in with the crowd, his eyes on no one else but you, and your form.

He was the first one that laid eyes on you, even before karina. He sensed you before your car ever drove to the gate of the school. He saw you waiting for Karina to get you in, already figuring out you're needy and shy.

He wanted to corrupt you. Take everything from you and keep you all to himself. He was never, this obsessed with a girl, ever. He had always been really, really picky about his women. He wanted you swallow you and gobble you up just to keep you with him forever. The way your ears or tail twitched, fuck, they always went straight to his cock.

9:00pm.

The sun had set, and now it was night time, your personal favorite part of the day. You'd walk towards your dorm with a map and finally reach it.

But fuck, how are you going to move ALL these boxes by yourself..?

You remember Karina mentioned that Heeseung's room would be next to yours. You took a deep breath and knocked on his door.

He'd open it, looking really sweaty but so, fucking perfect like always. His eyebrows would shoot up in surprise with you at the door. "And what sin have i done to deserve you at my door at this time?"

You'd scoff in amusement, "Shut up. I need help."

"say the magic word, kitty"

"what?' you'd look up, confused.

"Say, 'Please, Heeseung.'"

"..." you'd just stare at him.

"Fine then." He'd start closing the door. What a fucking asshole, gosh.

"Please help me Heeseung." Fuck, the way his name rolled off your tongue made him want you even more. He'd smirk and step out in a tank top. "With?" .. "I need help in moving these boxes in." You'd point to the boxes in front of your door FULL of stuff. "That's it?"

"What else would I ask you for??" He'd just smirk, his mind going to dirty places. "Nothing, don't worry about it."

an hour later, both of you successfully got the boxes into your dorm. Heeseung was glowing, literally. He wasn't sweating at all despite being the one doing most of the work, while your ass was busted.

"im so tired..gosh.." You'd huff, exhausted. He'd smirk at you and say "Need a drink, kitty?" You'd roll your eyes at the nickname, "Stop calling me that, and yes i do." He'd get up and grab some vanilla ice cream from your own fridge. "Want a milkshake?" Your ears perk up at the word. "Yes please!!"

God, you were so unbelievably fucking cute. He wanted you all to himself, he just felt so possessive towards you.

An hour later, you both drank milkshakes and actually had fun. He wasn't as bad as Karina described him..Although he kept playing with your ears absentmindedly which did piss you off, he was actually kinda nice.

"It's getting late, you should go, Heeseung." He'd look at the clock innocently, "Aww, is it..? let me stay kitten."

"what why?"

"Because I want to?"

"But that's not allowed?"

"It's not like the principal's gonna barge into your room dead in the night, kitty."

Why was he so convincing? Honestly, looking at his cute face you couldn't resist saying yes.

"..fine. but what are we even gonna do?"

"Throw a party."

"Excuse me?"

"did i stutter, kitty?"

"but-" He'd lean closer and put a finger to your lips, shushing you and running his other hand over your jaw. "shh. let me handle it."

fuck, before you knew it half the campus was at your dorm-house. there were people all over each other, alcohol EVERYWHERE, and to no surprise, all other six friends of Heeseung.

You were in a frenzy trying to get people to not tobble things over or break anything. You suddenly felt two arms wrap around your waist and nuzzle your neck, no doubt it was Heeseung.

"kitty..you smell so good.." You'd look confused, was he drunk or something "Are you drunk?!" He'd just giggle and continue snuggling against your neck. His fangs would graze against your neck and you'd shiver, fuck, was he gonna feed on you?! You'd quickly try to get yourself free, but you just couldn't. He wasn't letting you go.

"mmh...y/n..i need you baby.." your face went red and your ears twitched at his words. "w-what are you saying?! are you crazy?!" hed groan, "come on kitty, don't you see how starved I am?"

| a/n ⊱༒︎ pt 2 if this gets attention maybe ??? lmk heh

[diorsdahlia]

is it harmless? (viii) (xi)

luke castellan x reader, smau with some written parts. series masterlist

cw : swearing, reader is avoidant???

a/n: we are sooo back my fault for putting this off for so long chat (its been in my drafts for weeks)

with that text sent, you tucked your phone into your pockets and walked out of the cabin, slipping your jacket on as you walked to the campfire. you took another route than you usually would. more specifically, you took the route that ensured you wouldn't walk by the hermes cabin and potentially stumble into luke, who (at least you expect) would also be walking to the campfire. you arrived to the campfire with no sign of luke. you sat down on one of the tree logs, looking around as your eyes adjusted to the darkness. the moon provided little guidance as she is in the waxing crescent phase.

"hey," luke said as if he suddenly teleported next to you.

you jumped slightly, unable to stop the curse from escaping your lips, you quickly composed yourself and exhaled a sigh.

"hey," you greeted back, giving him an apologetic smile which he probably couldn't see, "im sorry. i didnt hear you. hey."

"it's fine, what did you just call me though?" he chuckled, sitting down next to you, setting down a lantern.

you had to physically stop yourself from teasing him about the lantern. you already avoided him for 2 weeks, you accidentally called him stupid in your native language just a minute ago.

"that's not important," you replied, and the both of you fell into silence.

"i really dont know what to say," you confessed, looking over to him.

"that's fine. i have a question." he bit his cheek before continuing. "you said and i quote, 'yup', when i pointed out you were implying you're attached to me"

you nodded slowly, eyes squinting as you waited for the question. "yeah...?"

"so, what im trying to ask is. are you attached or are you attracted?" he questioned, a bit too boldly for your liking.

if your mind was blank then, your cranium is definitely empty now. you tried to hide your suprised expression as best as you can.

"oh wow. thats a question," you quipped, inhaling sharply, "if i had to choose, i would say...attracted. yeah, attracted."

thank the gods he had a genuine smile on his face, because if he had a cocky smirk instead you would've slapped him. he also was quiet which made you feel like you should keep talking.

"because attachment to a person basically means a genuine feeling of affection, of concern, of care over a person produced by closeness. we are not close, so therefore, its not attachment." you explained, hoping you dont sound too nervous.

"so, you only want me for my body?" he teased, looking at you with a smile.

you slapped him on the shoulder, rolling your eyes. "its not like that."

"i know, i know, im sorry." he shifted on the tree logs, fingers fidgeting with the strings of his sweatpants. "i feel the same way. not that im just physically attracted, no im not. i just...want to get to know you. and if you're up for it, maybe it'll turn into something more?"

your eyes searched his expression just incase he was pulling some sick joke, but he wasnt.

"seriously?" you inquired.

"seriously." he answered, his gaze locked on yours. "we can do this however you want, no rush. if you want to go fast, we'll go fast. if you want to take it slow, we'll take it slow. i would just be happy to get to know you."

the air was too think all of a sudden, and you stared at him for a moment. "and if i wanted you to crawl?"

"i'll crawl," he replied, a little too enthusiastically and you laughed.

"okay. i think we should just...go with the flow," you suggested, looking at him for approval and he nodded. "is this what they call a talking stage?"

"i guess," he chuckled.

"so how do we do this? do we start getting to know eachother now?" you leaned back on your palms.

"might as well. so, how do you fold your socks?" he asked, mirroring your position.

"uhm. i fold them into..balls? is there another way?" your eyebrows furrowed as you looked over to him again.

he looked at you with his mouth slightly agape, shaking his head, "that is illegal. youre gonna make the socks lose its size and elasticity. just... fold them."

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[rafescolors]

I remember when my father put his fist through the wall that separated the dining room.

𖹭 pairing: rafe cameron x reader.

𖹭 summary: you and rafe share a moment, but are interrupted by big john. he's not happy when he realizes you're dating rafe cameron.

𖹭 tags: s3e3 au, he doesn't kill peterkin/hurts the kids (he's just a pathetic loser and you give him the attention he craves so he doesn't go psycho).

𖹭 warnings: big john being misogynistic (nothing new tbh), reader has a panic attack.

𖹭 other: she/her!reader, john b's older sister!reader, au where you two were on and off since before s1 and are finally dating.

not proofread!!! im already thinking about making little excerpts for this au, pls tell me if you'd like that <3 also idc if rafe's ooc fuck that he's MINE now he's how i want him to be

After coming back from Barbados with your brother and your dad, you wake up when the sun's still down, cold morning air so clean and fresh when you take a big inhale. You go outside, stopping a few seconds to drape a thick blanket on top of John B's slightly shivering form on the couch outside. You sigh, gently brushing your thumb over his forehead. He was so happy meeting your dad again, but you can't stop thinking about everything your father said about another treasure hunt. About his obsessive way of talking about El Dorado.

You don't want your brother messing with that kind of shit again.

You go to the tree where JJ's makeshift gravestone's carved, the dew of the morning dampening your bare thighs where you sit. You tug the sleeves of your hoodie, the fabric swallowing you whole. Hugging you knees, you let your forehead fall on them, sighing with your eyes closed.

You really wish your dad was actually dead.

You straighten up when you hear footsteps, turning around. Your eyes widen.

Rafe and Sarah.

The moment he spots you, he takes off, running towards you. Standing up, you wait for him with open arms, eyes already misting over with tears. He crashes onto you, arms wrapping around your waist, and lifts you off your feet.

"Baby, baby, baby, you're okay. You're okay," he mumbles on your neck, leaving little, chaste kisses all over until he reaches your jaw. No longer able to kiss up while being flush against each other, his hands slide up to cup your face, putting a bit of distance between you two so he can look into your eyes. "Hey," he whispers softly, eyes lighting up.

You smile at him, grabbing his wrists with your hands. "Hey."

He rests his forehead against yours, sighing in relief. Taking a peek behind him, you wave at Sarah before she goes to look for John B.

When she's out of sight, you nuzzle against his nose.

"Hi, baby."

He chuckles.

"Hey, angel. I was really worried, you know? Almost killed Sarah and the others when they said to leave you."

With a snort, you roll your eyes. "Jeez, Rafe, always so calm," you tease him.

His eyes crinkle with his smile. "Well, you're what tethers me. You weren't there, so J kinda went a little crazy."

With a giggle, you hug him, burrowing your face on his shoulder. He hugs you back, tighter, breathing you in and letting his lips press on your skin.

"You look so pretty in my hoodie." His whisper is rough, low, yet velvet soft. You sigh.

"'T was cold," you complain with a pout. "And I love this hoodie."

His hands travel down, and when they're at your hips, slide up your back under the soft material. You shiver, sighing again.

"Don't get handsy, our siblings are right there."

He chuckles darkly, biting and sucking at the skin of your neck. You gasp, hands tightening their grip on his back.

Putting a bit of space between you two, he leans down to kiss you, lips sliding against each other's, his tongue peeking out to lick your bottom lip before sucking on it. You hum, parting your lips for him, but before he can deepen the kiss, someone shouts your name.

Your father. Big John.

You separate from each other with a soft pop sound, eyes widening when you see the rage and hatred on his face.

Instinctively, you step in front of Rafe, but he slides an arm around your shoulders, trying to shield you with it, his hand squeezing the opposite shoulder, chest flush with your back.

He's not backing down.

"What the fuck is this?!" His voice booms in the quiet morning.

You gulp.

"John B is not the only one dating a Cameron, I guess." You shrug, trying to act nonchalant, but your hands tremble.

John's face turns red, cheeks puffing from his anger.

"So you're a Cameron's bitch?"

Your breath hitches, eyes widening from shock.

You always knew there was no lost love between you two, but you didn't expect this. Calling you a bitch is a low even for John Routledge.

Rafe tenses behind you.

"She's no one's bitch," he seethes, letting go of you before stepping in front of your body. You grab his arm, trying to hold him back.

Not like it mattered. John advances in long strides, trying to use his imposing figure to loom over you two, but Rafe's tall enough that it doesn't work when he straightens. Soon, they're chest to chest.

Rafe's jaw clenches, hand turning into a fist. You wrap your hands around it, trying to calm him down.

"She doesn't speak now? Can't speak with her father now that a Cameron owns her?" The words John's spitting are filled with venom, and you flinch from them.

Rafe's face darkens, seeing your flinch from the corner of his eye.

"I'm not a thing to be owned," you hiss.

Your father's eyes don't even look at you for a second.

"Let me speak with my daughter."

"No. I'm staying."

You sigh, already tired.

"Dad, can you just- let it go? It's not a big deal, okay? You were all over John B dating Sarah. Well, I'm not asking you to welcome him with open arms, just let us be. Okay?," you say in a pleading tone.

Rafe looks at you, knowing that kind of tone is not one you usually use. Only used it when it came to your brother or him being out of control. His eyes turn sad, his hand relaxing and wrapping around one of yours.

John laughs, dark and mean.

"Let you be? It's not the same. He's not the one getting fucked by a member of the worst family in this place. And don't get me started on him. The druggie, really? Weren't you oh so above bullshit, trying to find a better future?"

Rafe takes a threatening step forward.

"She is. She's so much better than your bullshit life. Going on some dumb treasure hunt?" Rafe scoffs. "You left a mess here and she's the one who took care of things, so back the fuck off. You should be thanking her there's a home and a son to come back to."

Rafe's finger pokes John in the chest with each point, which only serves to anger him more.

"Don't touch me, druggie."

Rafe smiles brightly, but a dangerous gleam appears on his eyes.

"You think you're so tough. You're just a coward. My dad managed to almost kill you once, you think I can't take you?"

"Rafe," you hiss, scared.

When you see the challenge in your father's eyes, you rush between them and push Rafe by the chest, knowing he would relent the second you're in front of him.

"Rafe, please, don't, it's not worth it, okay? We should go, yeah? This isn't worth it," you beg him, eyes desperate.

He softens the second your eyes meet, and follows your lead, letring you put some space between both men.

"If you go with him, don't bother to come back, you hear me?! I don't want no Cameron man and his bitches in my house!" John yells.

Not able to keep taking all this hurt, you feel yourself shutting down, eyes growing cold.

You turn, facing your father.

"I was the one keeping this house afloat while you were busy going on goose chases. I am the reason John B is here to welcome you back. You? You almost sold the Twinkie. You let us believe you died for almost a year and fought with him right before going. It killed him." You chuckle sarcastically. "This is more my house than yours. But you know what? I don't care. Keep it. As long as John B gets a place to stay, I don't care. I don't fucking care about you anymore."

You grab Rafe's arm, going inside to fill a duffel bag with some essentials. Work stuff, clothes for work, your toiletries. John B and Sarah are frozen on the porch, mouths open and eyes wide. You give them a weak smile.

John B calls out your name.

"Don't go, you know how he is, he- he'll come around, okay?" John B's voice is pleading, a vulnerability in it that reminds you he's still a child, that he's just got his dad back and thought his family was complete.

"No, honey, he won't," you say sadly. "He won't and we both know it. As I said, if you have a place to stay? I'm good with going."

"But I need you," he says in a small, broken whisper.

You hug your brother, tugging him down so he can hide his face on your shoulder.

"I know, baby, I know. And you got me, yeah? You always have me. So whatever you need, you call. But if I stay here? You know it'll end badly. How much do you think Rafe can take before losing it on him? Honestly, it's not worth it."

You smile at him, wiping his cheeks from the tears falling from his eyes.

He sighs shakily, a crooked smile on his lips. "Yeah. Yeah, he won't make it very long."

"Hey, I resent that," Rafe grumbles playfully while accommodating the clothes you threw haphazardly inside your bag. You smile gratefully at him when you hear John B laughing.

"Don't worry, angel. I'll be okay."

Standing on your tiptoes, you kiss his forehead, John B crumbling under your caring, parental touch.

"I love you."

You hug him tightly, again. "I love you too, bud. And I know you love him too. So just, don't worry, yeah?"

With small sniffles, John B nods sadly, watching you go while Sarah wraps her arms around him. He lets you take the Twinkie, knowing you and Rafe have nothing to use as transport here but once you reach Tanyhill, you'll have it.

Midway, though, you start shaking uncontrollably, breath coming quicker and eyesight going blurry.

Rafe stops the van.

"Baby, hey, hey, can I touch you, baby? You're having a panic attack, can I?" His whispers are gentle, hands going to you but stopping before he touches you.

With a shaky nod, you whisper. "Please."

Quick as lighting, Rafe cups your face, brushing his thumbs over your cheeks to wipe off your tears, but they keep coming. He grabs one of your hands and settles it over his chest.

"Hey, breathe for me, baby, yeah? Follow my lead."

It's hard. It's hard trying to mimic his breathing, your heart thumps loud enough in your ears that his voice sounds distant, and it feels like you're drowning, like when you try to breathe, what gets inside is water that fills your lungs and constricts your breathing instead of air.

"Rafe, I can't- I can't breathe. I can't," you sob.

"Fuck, fuck, I know, angel, I know. But I need you to try."

"He's- I knew he never loved me. Not like he loved John B, not really, but- but- why? Why does he hate me this much?"

Rafe shushes you gently. "He's a dick, okay? I don't know if he really hates you, or if he's too fucked up to show love in a healthy way, but it doesn't matter, okay? You got me. And I got you. And you got John B, and ny sisters, and all their friends, yeah? You're not alone and you have lots of people. People who love you."

"I know," you sniffle. "I know but- it's hard, okay? It's hard?"

He smiles sadly. "I know, baby, I get you. If anyone understands you, it's me."

You pout, breathing slowly coming easier, following his lead and concentrating on inhaling, holding your breath, and exhaling.

You know he gets you.

Ward's an asshole.

When your vision is finally clear, your heartbeat normal-ish, and you feel like you can finally breathe, you let your head fall on his shoulder and hug him tightly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and practically climbing him. He pulls you onto his lap and wraps his arms around your waist, one hand slowly brushing up and down your spine in a soothing manner.

"Thank you," you say in a small voice.

Rafe squeezes you a bit.

"Anything for you, baby. You've helped me through worse," he mumbles, leaving a chaste kiss on your shoulder.

Your laugh comes out watery, but you feel lighter already.

"Yeah, look at us. Two mentally ill people hanging by a thread."

He snorts.

"Best thread I could ever ask for, though, baby."

You smile softly, burying your face on his shoulder and leaving a little kiss.

"Mhm, same here."

He squeezes you again, and you just stay like that, wrapped around each other, heartbeats slow and breathing synchronized.

[wufflesvetinari]

finished the mdzs donghua

cannot believe they straight up gave wwx his cottagecore dream ending, first of all

love lwj's voice actor making up for his lack of lines by doing a lot of Dramatic Overwhelmed Breathing

i just. think. it's much better than the drama. yes it's still censored, and yes occasionally they condense things to the point of feeling rushed, and yes they still remove some of wwx's bad decisions agency. but if someone wanted to get the essence of the story without reading the book, this is the one imo

it also just looks so fucking cool? the fight scenes, obviously, but also every time they need to animate a dream or vision they knock it out of the park. 1) the floating ruins of lotus pier falling around jc as he learns about the core transfer and 2) hallucination-memory-lwj turning to warn real wwx in the burial mounds were both Top Tier Rad Surreal Bullshit

the way they worked around censorship felt different and it would take me awhile to really articulate how. what it came down to ime was...succeeding in largely still making the relationship feel canon. even if they did not fuck onscreen

i mentioned there are a couple episodes of the drama where you can tell lwj is so happy wwx is back that he's Just Vibing. i was wrong. this lwj is Just Vibing. there has never been a man more Just Vibing than present-timeline donghua lwj. he's having a fucking great time making contented faces at wwx all day. do not bother him with this evil plot shit, unless by bothering him you give him more excuses to hang out with wwx

jin ling deserved more from his ending after getting more narrative focus, but ah well

some of the condensed scenes worked better than the book version. i'm looking at you guanyin temple

[catsharkzzz]

reblogs appreciated

pull your fucking pants up. fatass

gehhhe im really really happy with how this design turned out . hes sort of a chimera of a couple different animals, as a result of his biological father. most notably spider, snake and monkey!

hi . some under the cut treats . have hims backview and his little snout :3

[livelaughloveluffy]

love languages - roronoa zoro

a/n: omg guys, im so sorry for literally falling off the face of the planet. life got really overwhelming for a minute there, but things have leveled out again, i'm starting to feel a lot better (physically and mentally) and was FINALLY in the mood to write again!!!

a/n: ANYWAYS.... i feel like it's been a good minute since i've written anything for zoro and i lowkey miss my mans 😭😭

nothing but fluff here 💗

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how he shows love:

physical touch - you can't ignore the sensation of the straw hat's swordsman resting his hand against your exposed skin. the heat radiating from his touch, the softness in way he holds you, as if you're made of porcelain. it's his silent way of saying he's all yours and you're his.

quality time - nothing puts zoro more at ease than your presence. simply feeling your warmth in the room, the sweet scent of your perfume filling each breath he takes in. comforted in the knowledge that your safety is guaranteed whenever his eyes find you. he'd die a happy man if you never left his side for a second. the grumpy swordsman can't help but enjoy your company, and the way that you make him feel completely raw and himself but without the worries of feeling too known or exposed.

how he feels loved:

words of affirmation - no matter if it's after intense battles when he envelops you in his arms or simply just your average pillow talk, zoro never feels so sure of himself when your voice sings gentle praise into his ear. his heart is warmed instantly at your honeyed voice whispering "you did good, zo'...", the second the phrase leaves your lips all the tension leaves his body, turning him into a putty for you to shape and mold. for you, he'd become anything.

physical touch - the softness of your skin, the way your fingers gently graze his tanned and scarred skin like feathers, pure consideration and love bleeding from your touch drives the swordsman a special type of mad. he simply can't get enough of you, even when his teeth are digging into your flesh, giving a whole new meaning to "love bites"

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a/n: hehe it's nice to dump all my personal yearning into fics 😌 for sure used some real life experience in this one.... i'll let you guys guess in what 😌😌😌

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[hairscare]

If this is too personal honestly delete this ask id hate to make anyone uncomfortable💔

I was just wondering how you go about acquiring a qpp😭? Did you ask your friend to be best friends one day orrr did it jus happen and only later u decided to label it? Again was just curious abt aroace dynamics but no worries if this is too private love ur stuff ❤️

no worries im always happy to talk about my aroace experiences :) my honest advice is not to look for one. i know that sounds crazy but bear with me. if you approach every friendship with the lens of "can i make this into a commitment" youre only going to put weird pressures on yourself that will limit your capacity in the friendship. in my experience its something that has to happen on its own. not every close friendship has the potential to be one! i think people tend to be very eager to turn any relationship they find meaningful into something more than friendship so that they can justify its importance- escaping that mindset is very important!

now in my experience, we had already been "special friends" as we call it for two years before we decided to a qpr. basically we were best friends who felt a special connection to one another but we werent in a relationship. this is another important thing to emphasize: youre not in a qpr without all parties explicitly agreeing to it. a close platonic connection does not immediately equate a qpr. our relationship has been exactly the same for 2+ years, but it was only when we both agreed to be in a qpr that we actually were in one. i dont value our time pre-qpr any less than i do our current relationship as its the same connection its just that now theres more commitment involved

neither of us actually wanted to be in a qpr beforehand. id had a very bad experience with relationships beforehand, and i really never saw myself entering one after that. id even been in an 11 hour "qpr" that i broke off because i found it to be way to much unnecessary pressure with someone that i just wanted to be my friend. the qpr feeling absolutely wasnt there. aspen on the other hand didnt understand how qprs worked and so didnt want one. wed had an ex friend of ours (who was allo might i add) desperately try to push us into a qpr together but we both pushed back at the idea. you cant force it, and you DEFINITELY cant force it to happen out of the allonormative expectation that everyone needs a relationship to be fulfilled.

when we did finally change our minds, it was on our terms. aspen figured out what a qpr is and realized that he did want a committed friend, and i realized that i wanted to spend my life with him, so when he told me about his sudden change in perspective i immediately said id like to be that person for him. really the only thing that has changed since then is our future plans, we still act exactly the same with each other. of course if youve been here long enough you know that we do sometimes have a bit of difficulty trying to label each other when talking to others. sometimes i call him my roommate even though were on opposite sides of the country right now, sometimes i call him my boyfriend at the risk of someone misunderstanding it as an allo situation, sometimes hes my best friend (feels a bit watered down but whatever), sometimes i call him my boygirl (this one works well since its kind of unclear what it means), and of course my special friend is the most accurate but it doesnt make much sense to people who dont know us. sometimes he calls me his ghoulfriend and i really like that one

the best analogy i can really give for how a qpr feels is like bonded animals you see on petfinder that have to be adopted together. you cant force animals to be bonded, it just happens. its like that. hope this helps!

[squidsquidsquidsquidsquidgame]

Hello, my birthday is next week so I was wondering if you could write something where Hyun-ju gifts reader something handmade since she doesn't have a lot of money? And ofc reader loves and treasures it more than an expensive gift. And maybe then we could cuddle.

Ofc no hurries and no pressure! I don't really mind if it's delayed

Happy birthday Jagiya!

Character: Cho Hyun-Ju

Summary: Above! (ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY IM ADVANCE OML!!🎉🎉)

Warnings: none!

You find her waiting by the window when you come home—knees tucked under her chin, sunlight painting golden stripes on the wooden floor. Hyun-Ju turns her head with that familiar smile, the one that always makes your chest flutter like it's the first time.

"Jagiya," she says softly, standing up and brushing her hands nervously on her jeans. "Wait—before you sit down, I… I made something for you."

Your curiosity piques as she rummages through a small paper bag. Her hands are trembling just a little, and it hits you how nervous she must be. She holds out a small, square box wrapped in reused ribbon, her cheeks flushing pink.

“It’s not fancy,” she murmurs. “I just… I wanted to make something with my own hands. I didn’t want to spend money on something cold and shiny.”

You open the box carefully. Inside is a delicate woven bracelet—small beads arranged in the shape of a flower. Your favorite color is the thread wrapped through the braid. It’s a little uneven, a little imperfect… and you’ve never seen anything more beautiful.

You look up, eyes stinging with affection. “Hyun-Ju… this is perfect. You made this?”

She nods, lips twitching nervously. “I watched like, ten tutorials, but I kept messing up. That one took me four tries.”

You set the box down and slip the bracelet on immediately. “It’s my new favorite thing. No contest. If I lost this, I’d cry harder than if someone took my phone.”

Relief floods her face. Then she grins and walks over, pulling you gently into a kiss—warm, slow, like she’s pouring her heart into it.

“I love you,” she whispers between kisses. “So much, jagiya.”

You pull her down onto the couch with you, tangled up in each other under a soft blanket. Her head rests on your chest as your fingers trace her arm lazily.

“You’re really cuddly today,” you tease.

“Shh,” she mutters, pressing another kiss to your lips. “You’re mine. I’m allowed.”

You don’t argue. Not when her handmade bracelet glints gently on your wrist and her heartbeat matches yours like it always has.-

[tigressjasper]

groovy

[terracottakore]

finally reunited 🐴💤

[jomo-is-here]

it didn't turn out exactly as I wanted it too but eh, it was made and that's all that matters :)

[crystallized-cheese]

so like imagine Undertale characters but they're all crafts supplies Part Triple (Sans and Papyrus) (Undyne and Alphys) (Frisk and Flowey) (Napstablook and Mettaton)

[tizzymcwizzy]

for anyone that doesn't know, i recently started school again! (that's why ive been so mia) so ill be posting class projects whenever i finish them,,, this was a figure drawing assignment :)

you can get a print of this here!

[artrealla]

golden hour cuddles

[doodlefox2]

good girl