#but i’m super happy with how this one turned out

[cybrasigilism]

Can you do nsfw alphabet with Jun-Ho ? If you’re comfortable with it ofc 🤭

of course! always happy to write for this diva

NSFW Alphabet with Hwang Jun-ho (The Police Officer)

warning: smut and all things of the like (unbelievable, i know i’m so sorry) | not proofread | lowercase intended | these are my headcanons for this character, please be respectful even if my opinions of the character differ from your own

character: hwang jun-ho

A/N: i love it when requests for a hot man flood my inbox, trust you jun-ho fans will certainly be getting fed! thank you so much for trusting me with your requests guys :)

MDNI! 18+ content under the cut, reader’s discretion is advised

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A= Aftercare what they’re like after sex

⤷ very much likes to have you close afterwards, i can’t picture him being super clingy after sex, but he just wants to make sure you’re alright and doesn’t want to seem distant especially after being so vulnerable with you

B= Body part their favourite part of their body and of their partner’s

⤷ i don’t think he has a favourite part of his body necessarily, if he was forced to pick he might say his smile because you complement him on it lots. for his partner, he’s a tits man. point blank. he will be leaving hickeys all over your chest dk what else to tell you

C= Cum anything to do with cum, honestly

⤷ an orgasm control/denial lover at heart. he isn’t mean about it or anything but trust you won’t be cumming unless he says so

D= Dirty Secret a dirty secret of theirs, no fucking way

⤷ lowkey loves it when you moan his name

E= Experience how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?

⤷ he’s got a good amount of experience under his belt, but he’s not about to brag about it. of course he knows what he’s doing he does talk you through it after all

F= Favourite position this one speaks for itself.

⤷ missionary. he likes being able to clearly see how good he’s making you feel in the expressions you wear as he fucks you

I= Intimate how are they in the moment, the romantic aspect?

⤷ he does get super vulnerable during sex, so he takes the intimacy as serious as a heart attack. he’ll kiss your neck, hold your hand while he goes down on you, and he makes sure to tell you how good you’re doing for him

J= Jack off masturbation headcanons

⤷ 100% uses masturbation as a de-stresser after work

K= Kinks one or more of their kinks

⤷ cockwarming, morning sex, orgasm control if you squint, face sitting

L= Location their favourite place to do the do

⤷ the bedroom ofc, his car, anywhere you two can be alone he doesn’t mind

M= Motivation what turns them on, gets them going?

⤷ smelling good. whether it be you just got out of the shower, or you’re wearing that perfume he likes, it’s a great way to make him lose focus

N= No something they won’t do

⤷ rough sex, that and threesomes

O= Oral their preference on giving or receiving, their skill etc.

⤷ he’s not one to turn down receiving oral, but he loves eating you out so much more. being able to make you cum as many times as he wants, just having that control is something that can’t be beat

P= Pace are they fast and rough, slow and sensual? etc.

⤷ his pace right in the middle, in that sweet spot of being rough and soft at the same time.

Q= Quickie their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.

⤷ every so often he doesn’t mind them, but he would rather not

R= Risk are they game to experiment? their opinions on risk taking etc.

⤷ he’s someone who likes to stick to what he knows. if it isn’t broken, why fix it?

S= Stamina how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last? etc.

⤷ he can last a fair amount of time, around 6-7 minutes per round. he’ll start to falter if you guys go multiple rounds, of course

U= Unfair how much they like to tease

⤷ he teases you a little bit, but only if you instigate. if you get flustered at his response, he’ll typically respond with “don’t start something you can’t finish.”

V= Volume how loud are they, what sounds do they make? etc.

⤷ oh god, when he moans it’s few and far between, but he will be going on about how good you’re doing. “that’s right, you’re doing so good for me.” “god, i needed this so bad, you’re perfect for me.”

W= Wildcard a random headcanon

⤷ good with his tongue. like unbelievably good. you guys didn’t even do penetration the first time solely because of how much he made you cum on oral alone

X= X-ray what’s going on under those clothes?

⤷ he’s jacked. don’t know what else to tell you, sorry 🤷‍♀️ as for size, he’s 7” hard. might be another reason you guys didn’t do piv the first time

Y= Yearning how high is their sex drive?

⤷ his sex drive is actually quite low, but somehow the sex is still fantastic when you guys do fuck

Z= Zzz how fast do they fall asleep after?

⤷ he doesn’t typically fall asleep till way after you’ve gone to bed. this isn’t on purpose, he just doesn’t tire out easy

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so sorry for the delay! i promise i’m working as fast as i can on these requests, i hope this was worth the wait and theres always more to come! as usual any advice/constructive criticism for my writing is greatly appreciated and requested!

tags: @gongyoosgf @marymustdie

[3lectricinsomnia]

Now that 2024 has come to a close:

1) Of everything you've made this past year, which ones are you the most proud of?

2) What are a few of your favorite things (art, comics, fics, etc) that someone else has made this past year?

1) I’m most proud of these pieces. I had low expectations but they turned out really well and are a couple of my favorites

I’m also really proud of the art trade I did with @2aceofspades . It was super fun and we knocked out 3 drawing which was awesome. These were mine <3

You can check out the full post here

I also really loved doing the DTIYS I hosted in summer

Everyone’s submissions were amazing and they made me really happy. If anybody wants to check out the other submissions, they’re under the somniDTIYS tag!

I'm also really proud of how the EMD finale chapters turned out and the progress I'm making on the Devil's Eye au. You can read the EMD chapters here and the introductory post for the Devil's Eye here

The darkside au is another project I really enjoyed creating with Teaa and Ace. The blog is @risedarksideau if anybody wants to learn what it's about

2) the obvious answer is all the fanart we’ve gotten for EMD this year. Teaa and I both really appreciate and adore receiving art for the au and even just seeing your guys’ reactions in the tags and comments. ALSO @teaableu’s animatic for the EMD finale!! It was insane and everyone should check it out if you havent. Link

The separated council's mass collab was also a super fun post to see. Everyone did an amazing job! unrelated to EMD, I really enjoyed reading @cokoweee's kendratello comic. @chessman-protocol's covert au was another fun 2024 discovery. I also enjoyed seeing @pasteilian, @djpachipikachu, @quartergremlin, @xinrouska, @choiyw051108, and @andysuriano's art pop on my dashboard and learning more about @reagi-df's different aus @klunkcat's The Other Side of Paradise amv is worth mentioning bc it made me sad/pos I'm a sucker for angsty amvs so this is automatically one of my favorite things

I discovered @office-anomaly's blog. Tuheir scooby-doo fanart is so good! Kudos, I love ur art

I also discovered some fun communities closer to the end of the year, mainly Frogblr, where people just post pictures of frogs and it makes me so smiley

Lastly @intotheelliwoods's secret santa gift basically wrapped up the whole year for me in a nice little bow. THANK YOU ELL I HAVE THIS AS MY WALLPAPER SO I CAN LOOK AT IT EVERY DAY <3 <3 <3

[gbellasart]

MERRY (very belated) CHRISTMAS HAPPY NEW YEAR @erismor-iok ! I’m your secret Santa for the @mlsecretsanta exchange! Whew, this piece was a time—I changed it about 4 times until I landed on this concept but I’m so pleased with the final result! It’s been a hectic Christmas season but I’m so grateful to participate in my 8th secret Santa exchange with this particular group. 🥹 I just realized that this is my first official post of 2025! That’s just insane! ✨

Anyway, if you wanna hear more ramblings on this piece, check out more under the cut!

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Originally this concept was gonna be the final result you see here—which sounds strange cause it’s here now, but early on I wasn’t super settled on it. I didn’t feel confident I could pull it off well with the craziness going on, so I switched tactics and had it so they were watching the northern lights (which were actually visible in France a couple times this past year thanks to the intense solar storms we got!). I had that concept established for a good chunk of the process—that is until I started playing with the fact that maybe they’re watching snow gently fall on them—in which case, they probably wouldn’t be able to view the northern lights because CLOUDS 😂😭 I tried a few variations but in the end, I did one massive loop around and somehow landed where I started and tbh I’m fine with that. I’m so happy with how it turned out! When you compare this to my first ever secret Santa piece, it’s honestly very surreal to see 8 years of growth! Here’s the 2016 version for reference …

The hands were purposely cropped out cause I still had no idea how to draw them 😂😬 but hey! That’s part of growing up and honing one’s craft! Gotta take the good with the cringe!

Anyway this was so fun to work on!! Looking forward to all next year brings!

[fluentmoviequoter]

All That Matters

Requested by anonymous: "Alright, could you write Luca with a younger reader (25-28 yes old). She's super sweet and bubbly, basically just a sunny disposition. People think she's too young for him/he's too old for her, like especially her family. She grew up really seeking their approval, like she has a problem trying to make other people happy even if it leaves her exhausted, sad, or uncomfortable. but she won't compromise her happiness this time for anyone because she really loves Luca. Sorry if that's too much. I really love your writing" AND a request that I lost about Luca meeting his shy/innocent girlfriend on the beach and keeping their relationship private

Pairing: Dominique Luca x younger!fem!reader

Summary: You're sweet, bubbly, and perfect for Luca. When people begin judging your relationship because of the age gap, you decide that you, Luca, and the love between you are all that matters.

Warnings: age gap, fluff, brief angst, parental judgement

Word Count: 2.0k+ words

A/N: Thanks for the kind words, anon! And sorry to the other anon whose ask I lost; I hope I remembered the gist of it. :)

“What’d you think of that one, sweetheart?”

Luca looks up from his surfboard when he hears the question. It sounds wrong like the man in the wetsuit is calling someone sweetheart when he shouldn’t be. The word is dripping in condescension, and Luca is prepared to stand up for the woman being addressed with the sarcastic and likely uninvited pet name.

“It was really good!” you reply, smiling brightly.

Immediately, Luca regrets turning his attention away from his board. He’s quickly convinced he can never get it back from you. You playfully shove the surfer, who grips his arm like he’s in incredible pain. At least she’s okay, Luca thinks as he tries to focus on prepping his board for his morning surf.

“Peters was looking at you again,” the man with you complains.

“Why?” you inquire, using your heel to trace a shape in the sand.

With a sigh, he replies, “Don’t worry about it. I’m going back in. Pay attention long enough to give me some honest feedback?”

“You’re always good,” you assure him. “But I’ll try.”

Luca stands and lifts his board while your friend runs into the surf again.

“Good morning,” you greet as he nears you.

“Morning,” Luca replies with a smile. “How’s the surf look today?”

Nodding, you look at the water and say, “Good. Offshore breeze should help, water’s glassier than it was yesterday, and the wave shapes have been nice.”

“You know your stuff.”

You look down at the sand, and Luca decides then he’d love to get to know you.

“I’m Luca,” he says, dropping the end of his board to shake your hand.

“Luca!” your friend calls as he returns from a wave you didn’t witness. “I thought I recognized that board.”

“And I should have recognized the hair,” Luca replies, fist-bumping him.

“How do you two know each other?” you inquire.

They both look pointedly at their boards, and you roll your eyes.

“Better question is, how do you two know each other?” Luca questions.

“He’s my neighbor,” you explain. “He’s trying to ‘get me out of my shell.’ His words.”

“It’s working!” he defends. “You wouldn’t have talked to a stranger on the beach six months ago.”

You lower your voice to confide in Luca, “That’s true.”

“Excuse me,” your neighbor asks, marching toward a surfer you recognize: Peters.

“He doesn’t like Peters looking at you?” Luca deduces.

“I don’t know why,” you say with a shrug. “Good luck surfing. Or have fun, whatever the right phrase is for non-competitive wave riding.”

“Either works. And between you and me, it’s because you deserve better than Peters.”

You look down again, but you’re smiling, so Luca decides to use this opportunity like a perfect wave and ride it for as long as possible.

“Would you like to get dinner with me?” he proposes.

Looking up, you answer, “I’d love to.”

That evening, Luca glances at his watch while Street and Tan argue about which restaurant makes better cheesecake. He needs to leave now, or he’ll be late to your first date, and while you seem incredibly sweet and would probably understand, that isn’t how he wants to start a relationship with you.

“Guys, I’m gonna head out!” he calls, pointing over his shoulder.

“What? Why?” Street inquires. “We’re going to your favorite place!”

“You don’t know what my favorite place is, Streeter. And the waves are going to be perfect in the morning, so I need some rest. Have fun!”

After he leaves his team, he meets you at an oceanside restaurant and takes your hand as you’re led to a table on the deck. The more you talk and open up, Luca realizes that you’re not only sweet, you’re downright bubbly, and possess a sunny disposition about everything in the world. Yes, you’re innocent and can be shy, but you open up to Luca. He knows he was right this morning, and he needs to know everything about you.

Four Months Later

“Pretty dress,” your mother compliments at family dinner.

“Thank you! Luca got it for me,” you reply, holding the skirt as you look down at the dainty details lining the top.

“You’re still with him?” your father inquires. “Sweetheart, I’m glad you’re happy but you are too young for him.”

Your mom lays her hand on his arm as she amends, “He’s quite a bit older than you.”

You swallow harshly, fighting the urge to do something that will regain their approval. You’ve been trying to make them happy your entire life, and when they continuously bring up the age difference between you and Luca, it makes you sad.

“Why don’t you go out with that neighbor of yours?” your mother suggests. “The surfer with the pretty hair?”

Because then you’d complain there’s too much sand in my house. Rather than voicing that opinion, you remind her, “He has a fiancé. And she’s one of my best friends.”

“Maybe I can set you up with a son of one of my buddies,” your father says.

You nod, picking at the appetizer on your plate with no trace of your usual smile. Being aware that you’re a people pleaser doesn’t make dealing with the emotions of disappointing someone any easier.

“I’m happy,” you say softly.

“For now,” your father grumbles.

You decide to change the topic, and as the night goes on, the heaviness in your stomach seems to weigh you down. When you return home, you’re inexplicably exhausted, sad with yourself and your parents, and uncomfortable. You never feel like this with Luca because he accepts you for who you are and doesn’t take advantage of your tendencies to do all you can and more for others. It’s one of the many reasons you love him.

As you lie awake in bed, you make a decision. Your happiness is the only thing that matters. And starting now, you will not compromise your happiness or relationship for anyone. You’ll do it for yourself and for Luca.

“How’d your dinner go?” Luca inquires, brushing a stray hair from your face.

You shrug, and Luca brushes his lips against your temple.

“I don’t want to disappoint them,” you admit. “But I don’t want to put us at risk to do that.”

“Do you care about the age gap?”

“Of course not!”

“Then that’s what’s important. Everything is up to you. I know it’s not easy to hear and even harder to put it into practice but doing what makes you happy is the only way you’ll get what you deserve. You’re sacrificing yourself for others.”

“I just don’t understand why they can’t accept that you make me happy. They don’t care that I love you.”

Luca’s brows raise as he smiles. You realize what you admitted but can’t ask if he’s okay with you saying it before Luca pulls you into a hug that makes all your worries and discomfort disappear.

Luca’s phone buzzes during a sparring match. When he remembers that you are one of the few people who can reach him while he’s at the station, he calls timeout. Ignoring Street’s protests, he lifts his phone and reads the message.

“I gotta go,” he tells his team. “Family thing.”

“You’ve been having a lot of family things,” Deacon says.

“Just tell us what’s going on, man,” Hondo invites. “You know we’re here for you. Don’t have to keep sneakin’ off if you let us help.”

“I…” Luca hesitates, then says, “I don’t know if you can help me get my future in-laws to like me.”

Deacon and Hondo’s jaws drop, and Street snatches Luca’s truck keys out of his hand.

“We’re meeting her right now,” he declares. “Wasn’t a question either, and I can beat you if you try to take these keys back.”

“She’s not feeling great right now,” Luca argues. “Next time.”

Tan pulls Luca’s phone from his hand and taps the message. Luca tries to get his phone back, but Hondo reaches it first. Lifting it to his ear, he raises his hand toward Luca and says, “It’s ringing.”

Luca stops. He’s almost sure you will hang up when you realize it isn’t him calling, but Hondo has a way of disarming people, and you already see the best in everyone you meet.

“Hi,” Hondo greets. “My name is Daniel Harrelson; I work with Luca.” He smiles and holds Luca’s gaze as he says, “Yes, I am Hondo. And Luca is fine. My team and I just wanted to ask if we can finally meet you. Luca hasn’t said a word about you.”

Hondo ends the call a moment later and returns Luca’s phone without a word.

“She said she’ll have coffee and desserts ready when we get there.”

“Watch him,” Deacon warns Luca.

“Alright,” Luca says. He chuckles and shakes his head before inviting his team to follow him to your house. He doesn’t mention that you’re young, sunny, or nearly perfect, but he’s sure they’ll realize quickly. If they disapprove of the relationship, Luca may have to make the hardest decision of his life.

Hondo, Deacon, Street, and Tan watch as you greet Luca at the door. They realize imediately that Luca is in love. Not like the love he’s claimed to be in before, but really, truly, madly in love. What makes Deacon smile is that you are, too. Three of the four men on your walkway don’t notice that you’re younger than Luca, at least not right away. The fourth notices, but only to make well-meaning jokes and take jabs at Luca while they bicker.

“Nice to meet you all,” you say after introductions. “Luca’s told me a lot about you.”

Luca cuts in before Hondo can remind you that they haven’t heard about the relationship.

“We kept the relationship private,” he explains.

“He means he decided to keep me from any possible judgement,” you explain. “I’m getting enough grief from my parents about the age gap without inviting more people to comment on it.”

“I mean I wasn’t going to say anything,” Street begins.

“Then don’t,” Deacon interjects. “He’s kidding.”

Tilting your head, you look at Street, then say, “You’re funny.”

“If you ever get tired of Luca or he throws his back out surfing or something, I’m right here.”

“And you said I’d have to worry about Hondo,” Luca murmurs to Deacon.

“What is that wonderful smell?” Hondo inquires.

“Maybe it’s both of them,” Deacon replies.

“I made some scones, chocolate chip muffins, and brownie bites this morning,” you remember excitedly. “There’s also fresh-brewed coffee. Follow me.”

Luca watches as his team gets to know you. They support the relationship - which they ensure they voice to Luca upon returning to the station - and clearly appreciate your sweet and bright personality. It’s a welcome light in their sometimes dim day-to-day lives.

“So, what are you doing about the parents?” Street inquires as he reaches for another brownie. “If you decide to cut them loose, Deacon and Annie would probably adopt you.”

You look to Deacon, smiling as you expect a deadpanned response that will make you laugh.

“Annie’s going to love you,” he begins. “So, I actually don’t have a response to that because it probably would happen.”

“I think you should just introduce Luca to your parents,” Hondo says, breaking a muffin into smaller pieces. “If we can see how happy the two of you are together, anyone can.”

You look to Luca and decide to do just that. It won’t be an overnight change, but if they see that you love him, they’ll grow to accept him. You and Luca are the only people that matter in your relationship, and you’re happy with him and him alone.

“When’s your birthday?” Tan asks. “We’ll add it to the calendar.”

“What calendar?” you ask.

“The family calendar,” Luca tells you. “I wasn’t kidding when I said if they like you you’re stuck with them.”

Smiling, you ask, “What else is on the calendar?”

“Not your parents’ birthdays!” Street exclaims from the living room, looking at your pictures.

[araybiaaa]

sofia valdez is not amused by rafe cameron; not when she’s heard enough stories from her friends to know that he’s dangerous. what starts off as disdain towards him, in solidarity with her friends, slowly turns into her falling for the boy she promised to stay away from.

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pairing: rafe cameron x sofia

tags: enemies to lovers, pining, drinking, mentions of drugs.

notes: after what feels like an eternity i’ve finally updated this story lol. i revamped this chapter so much but i think i’m happy with how it turned out! this one is super long, so be aware!

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“Country Club!” Rafe smirks in amusement when he hears the familiar proclamation of Barry’s sing-songy greeting.

He wades his way through the crowd of people, feeling Nicole vehemently lug on his hand as she followed in tow behind him. He peers at her over his shoulder, seeing the upturned furrow of her nose as she clutched her purse securely against her chest. Rafe shakes his head, rolling his eyes at her pompous attitude.

“Rafe, are you sure it’s safe over here?” She whispers, releasing his hand so that she’s able to anchor herself against his arm instead.

When Barry invited him to his party, Rafe had every intention of attending the party alone, but as soon as Nicole learned that he was going out tonight she was adamant on accompanying him even when he told her that the party’s location was behind held on the other side of the island in The Cut. He was reluctant on bringing her, but she promised to keep thoughts and behavior in tact.

“Relax. Nothing’s gonna happen to you,”

Nicole seemed unconvinced at his attempted reassurance, pursing her lips in a deeper frown when a group of guys greeted Rafe in passing. “Ugh! How do you even know these people?” And when she sees Barry suddenly approaching them, she nearly cowers behind Rafe as she tightened her grip.

“Rafe Cameron!” Barry proffered his hand out to greet him in a dapped embrace. Rafe retracts himself from around Nicole’s vice grip so that he’s able to return the gesture. “Took you long enough, the party already started without you!”

Rafe chuckles, casually wandering his eyes around at the partygoers. Everyone here was either inebriated or on the precipice of it. Unlike the parties on figure eight that were lavish and were often thrown at mansions and had hundreds of occupants in attendance; this one was more lowkey which Rafe favored.

He liked that he had separated worlds with separate friends.

Sometimes, it was admittedly easier being around Barry than his other friends. Though years of friendship bonded them as more as brothers than friends, Rafe can admit that he’s found himself preferring Barry’s company as of late as opposed to Topper and Kelce’s. He knows that at least with Barry, he’ll get a night free of pogue-bashing and will actually get to enjoy himself rather than listen to another one of Topper’s drunken spiels.

“You and your lady friend go grab a cup and catch up! You can’t be the only sober motherfuckers here,” Barry insisted; clasping a hand on Rafe’s back before he’s sauntering away to talk to a group of his friends. Knowing that a few cups of beer would definitely be needed with a night with Nicole especially with how she’s acting, Rafe retreated to the keg.

“You want some?” He offers as he pulled the lever down and filled his cup with the frothy liquid until it’s pooled at the rim. She shakes her head in decline, tucking her arms across her chest as she looked around warily at her surroundings. “No one’s going to steal anything from you, Nicole. You’ve gotta lighten up.”

“You don’t know that!”

Rafe rolls his eyes, already past the point of exasperation at her prudish behavior. He’s looking around the party again, absentminded in the gesture, when he sees her. He feels his breath catch in his throat at the sight of her and he averts his eyes over to Nicole, desperately hoping that she hadn’t noticed his unabashed gawking.

He hasn’t seen her since the beach incident. He’d stopped by the club a few times to see if she would be there so he could apologize on behalf of his friends again. But she was either adamantly avoiding him or hadn’t returned to work recently, because every time he asked one of her coworkers for her whereabouts they’d say that she wasn’t there that day.

(And now that he thinks about it — they probably told him that because they were cautious of him; probably thinking he was stalking her or something. Upon this realization, he feels his cheeks pinken and warm in chagrin.)

He hides his blush behind his cup, taking another sip of his beer. His eyes never avert away from her even as she approached Barry. It shouldn’t come as a surprise to him that they know each other but it does. Barry’s a good friend, but he was a bit rough hewn which was completely antithetical of Sofia’s quiet and more reserved personality.

But then Rafe remembered that she’s also friends with JJ Maybank who’s just as intrepid (probably more so) than Barry, so his initial surprise is dissuaded almost immediately. However, unlike JJ, there’s a certain familiarity that he notices between Sofia and Barry that has his curiosity piqued.

When she approaches him, Barry’s mouth stretched in a mirthful smile while hers mimicked a shy one. When he pulls her in for a hug, Rafe notices how long the embrace lasts and how Barry’s hand rests on the small of her back; comfortable in its perch. He turns his head and whispers something into her ear and whatever he says must be hilarious because he could hear Sofia’s laughter ricochet all the way through the kitchen to where he stood.

And it only takes a moment for the realization that they were flirting to dawn upon him. He feels a tightening pulling in his jaw and the skin between his eyebrows furrowed deeply as he narrowed his gaze. It was ridiculous for him to be harboring these feelings of jealousy over someone that wasn’t his (or didn’t even like him) but he couldn’t help the feeling of envy that arose the longer he stared at them.

His mind began to concoct torturous thoughts that did absolutely nothing to subside his jealousy — wondering how they met, why Barry didn’t tell him about her and why his hand hasn’t moved away from her back yet.

“I uh, I have to go talk to Barry about something. I’ll be right back,”

Nicole’s eyes widen in bewilderment as she gives him a perplexed look. “You’re leaving me here alone?” She asks incredulously, almost offended at the prospect.

Rafe sighs, rubbing a hand over his forehead in contemplation. He didn’t want to walk over there with Nicole especially after everything that happened at the beach, but he knows he’ll never hear the end of her nagging if he left her side for even the slightest second.

“Okay, fine. But just don’t say anything when we get over there. Alright?” He didn’t want her taunting Sofia about Ruthie’s rude behavior.

“Okay, jeez.” She murmurs, rolling her eyes as she huffed a petulant pout before trailing behind him in tow. Rafe squeezes his way through the crowd of people, beelining his way over to where Barry and Sofia stood.

They’re still deeply engaged in their conversation; too distracted — with him still leaned down talking in her ear and her eyes crinkling in mirth as her heartfelt laughter filled throughout the room — to notice Rafe’s sudden approach. He substitutes his glower in exchange for a genial smile as he clasped a hand over Barry’s shoulder.

Both Barry and Sofia are retracted from their conversation at Rafe’s sudden interjection. He blinks a look of surprise, but greets Rafe with the same amicability as before, unmoored by the interruption. “Wassup?” His hand abandons it perch on Sofia’s back but he still remains in close proximity of her to where he’s nearly shielding her from his view.

And Rafe wonders if it was intentional.

His eyes wander over Barry’s shoulder, peering down at Sofia. He’s surprised to see that she was already looking at him too with raised brows and an indiscernible expression marring her features. “I uh—” Shit. Rafe paused, inwardly muttering a chastising curse when he realized that he hadn’t fully thought of something to say on his way over here.

He was just so focused on interrupting their moment of intimacy that he didn’t think of a excuse for his interruption. Luckily, it’s Nicole who’s breaking the barrier of the awkward silence as she directed her question to Barry, “Where’s the bathroom?”

Barry looked questioningly over at Rafe before nudging his chin outwardly. “It’s through there. First door on the right,” Nicole murmurs a halfhearted thanks to him, before disappearing down the hallway.

When she’s gone, Barry shakes his head and emanates an amused chuckle. He shakes a finger at Rafe, proclaiming, “You’re my dog, so I can get a pass when I say this, but you’ve gotta get better taste in women. That dick of yours is gonna get you in trouble one of these days,” Barry’s attention averts at the sound of someone beckoning him from across the room. He alerts, narrowing his gaze on the person as recognition settles in.

He turns back to Sofia, “I gotta go handle somethin’ real quick. You cool standin’ here with Rafe til I come back?”

She looks at him warily, but nods at Barry. “I’ll be okay.” And Rafe doesn’t know if he should be offended at the insinuation that she wouldn’t be safe around him. It seemed as if the rumors about him and his past history of violence had caused her to be apprehensive of being alone with him.

After Barry’s left to tend to one of his customers, Rafe averts his attention back on Sofia who stood there hugging her arms around herself as she avoided his gaze. “I uh, I know that I said it before but I really am sorry about what happened,” Her eyes slowly meet his gaze; staring at him with profound intensity like she’s assessing him to determine if there’s any sincerity behind his apology.

After a moment, she shrugs, lowering her eyes as she looked away from him again. “It wasn’t your fault.”

Rafe nods, feeling grateful that he was at least absolved from that. “So, uh, how do you know Barry?” He attempted to appear causal in his inquiry, hoping that she didn’t decipher his ulterior motive behind the question.

She gives him a guarded look, “How do you know him?” She redirects, seemingly avoiding answering the question. “He doesn’t really seem like someone you’d be friends with,”

Rafe shrugged, “Maybe you don’t know me like you think you do,”

Their conversation is interrupted as two guys, stumbling in their inebriated stupor, make their way over to where they’re standing. One of the guys inadvertently loses his footing and nearly collides directly into Sofia. But she manages to evade out of his pathway, gasping softly when she collides against Rafe’s chest instead. He reacts almost instinctively, resting a hand on her waist to steady her.

“Shit. Are you okay?” Sofia nods, her eyes briefly hold his gaze as he stared down at her in concern. Her hand’s pressed against his chest, anchoring herself in place. And he hopes that she doesn’t feel how his heartbeat quickens at her touch — at how much just being in her proximity was affecting him.

At the realization of how close they were standing to each other, Sofia immediately recoils from the embrace as she takes a few steps away from him accruing to the space between them again. He doesn’t even have the opportunity to dwell over his disappointment because Nicole’s suddenly announcing her return. “This party is so lame. Why don’t we go to Topper’s at least he has a pool and coke,”

“Jesus, Nicole!” Rafe reproaches, grabbing ahold of her hand as he tugs her offside, keeping them sequestered from any eavesdropping. “If you didn’t want to be here you didn’t have to come. You’ve been complaining since we got here!”

She gives him a pointed look as she tugs her hand free from his grasp so that she’s able to perch them akimbo instead. “Excuse me for wanting to spend time with my boyfriend but you’ve done nothing but ignore me the entire night—”

Rafe careens, bewildered. “Boyfriend?” He wasn’t exactly certain how she came to this very false assumption about their relationship and the extremities of it; especially when he informed her beforehand that it would be strictly for both of their sexual gratifications and nothing more. But it seemed as if she concocted some idea about this being more than what he intended for it to be.

She furrowed a narrowed look like she’s unsure why he’s the one that confused. She nods, watching as Rafe suspired wryly, running a hand over his face. “Look, we hang out and we have sex but we aren’t dating. I told you what this was before we even started sleeping together.”

He’s trying to assuage his rejection as nicely as he can, cautious to not inadvertently say the wrong thing so that she doesn’t get offended and cause a scene but it appears as if his efforts are futile because he can see her expression altering at his words.

She scoffs in disbelief, shaking her head. “Are you fucking serious right now?”

“You’re a nice girl and you’re fun to hang out with,” When you aren’t being possessive and needy for my attention. “But—”

“Nice and fun to hang out with?!” She reiterates, chuckling in incredulous disbelief at his apparent trivialization. “We’ve been seeing each other for months! So you’re telling me that it was all meaningless sex to you is that it?” He wants to say yes, because she deserves the truth especially after this misconstrued situation but he knows that her reaction would be anything but civil if he were to do so.

So he doesn’t verbally respond, only rubs a hand over his neck as he lowered his eyes away from her unflinched gaze.

“Wow. You’re a fucking asshole.” He parts his mouth to offer a sheepish apology, but her hands are shoving at his chest as she continued her verbal onslaught towards him.

The commotion of everything caught the other partygoers attention. Their gazes thwart from their own conversations onto them, their interests piqued at the sudden entertainment. “You know what? Lose my number and don’t ever call me again!” She says, brushing past him with a nudge of her shoulder.

…

When he turns back around, Sofia’s looking at him with an amused expression lilting across her face. “Wow,” Rafe sighs, wiping off a bit of drink that inadvertently spilled onto his pants in the midst of Nicole’s collision. “Barry’s right, you do have interesting taste in women.”

He gives her a pointed look, admittedly annoyed at the fact that she keeps using Barry’s name in such a familiar context. “Wow, for a second there it almost sounds like you actually care about me and my interests,”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” She avers, tucking her arms against her chest.

He sighs in defeat realizing that the brief moment that they shared earlier where she didn’t seem to despise his presence was merely fleeting and that her disdain for him had made an abrupt return. He didn’t understand her. She wouldn’t even give him the opportunity of salvaging his reputation that his sister tarnished.

He’s gotten accustomed to being the island’s social pariah — he’s heard all of the gossiping whispers and seen the judgmental stares, but none of that compared to withdrawn feeling of rejection that he carries knowing how she feels about him.

“Yo, Sof!” Barry’s voice pierces through the silence that lingered between them. He saunters over to where they’re standing, lugging his arm around Sofia’s shoulder again. “You want some?” He asks, outwardly proffering his cup of beer towards her in a questioning gesture.

Sofia shakes her head, declining his offer as she gently pushed the cup away. “I have to work tomorrow, I can’t show up babysitting a hangover.”

Barry laughs boisterously as he brings his cup up to his parted lips and takes a large swig of the drink. “I forgot how much of a lightweight you are,” He teases, much to her flushing chagrin as she rolls her eyes and playfully nudged at his shoulder.

Having grown tired of being an evidential third wheel to their playful banter, Rafe announces his leave.

“What? Nah. Bro, you just got here!” Barry accents, removing his arm from around Sofia so that he’s able to approach Rafe. “Look, there’s a whole party full of other women to help you get over…ah,” He snaps his fingers as he squeezes his eyes shut, trying (and failing) to remember Nicole’s name.

“Nicole,”

“Nicole!” Barry exclaims, nodding his head as he clasped a hand on Rafe’s shoulder. “Go mingle and find someone else to help you forget about that stuck up bitch.”

He couldn’t tell him that the one person that he wanted to give his time and attention to, couldn’t care less about him. Rafe was jealous of Barry’s fortunate luck of being with someone like Sofia but he also felt guilt ridden for having these traitorous feelings. Barry was a good friend who’s seen and helped him get through some of the most darkest times in his life. What kind of friend was he to repay that kind of support by crushing on his girlfriend in return?

Barry was right about one thing though; he did need to forget about Nicole (and Sofia) and what better way to do that than self indulge in liquor and women to help distract him from his troubling thoughts?

…

When Barry invited her to his party, the last person she expected to see in attendance was kook king Rafe Cameron. Another thing she was completely unaware of? The fact that he and Barry were friends. Sofia’s brain couldn’t comprehend the reality of it even as she watched them interact. Barry despised kooks and everything they stood for and Rafe was the island’s biggest kook — with a father like Ward Cameron and them living in one of the biggest houses on the island to prove it.

It’s about twelve thirty when she decides to call it in for the night. She looks around the room, searching for Barry so she could bid her farewells before she left but he’d disappeared with a group of friends fifteen minutes ago and hadn’t returned since. She didn’t have time to go around to search for him, so she decided to send him a goodbye text instead.

As she’s walking from the front porch to the driveway, she could see Rafe slouched out in one of the chairs on the lawn. His eyes are glossy and as she approached closer to him, she could smell the strong stench of beer wafting off of him.

“Are you okay?” He looked visibly drunk — his head’s lolling to the side, barely able to remain upright and his expression’s languid.

He blinks, guffawing softly at her apropos. “I’m fine. But it’s not like you actually care anyway, right?” He rebuttals, a bit defensive in his response.

Sofia tucks her phone into her back pocket as she sighs, ignoring his abrasive tone. “Are you waiting on someone to pick you up? Or do you need a ride?” Her eyes lowered to his feet where she could see his car keys in the grass next to an empty red solo cup. “I can take you,” She offered, immediately intervening just in case he was thinking about driving himself home.

Rafe shakes his head, waving a dismissive hand at her. “I told you that I’m fine.”

She reaches forward and snatches his keys, tucking them inside her front pocket. “You’re drunk.” She says, perching her hands akimbo as she stared down at him.

“I’m not an idiot, Sofia,” He beseeches, fixing his blurry gaze on her. “Contrary to what you think about me I’m not stupid enough to drink and drive.”

While it relieves her to hear him reassure her of this, it still doesn’t dissuade the discomfort of leaving him alone in this drunken state. “Okay, good. But I’m still keeping your keys so since you don’t have a way home, I’ll take you.”

“I don’t need—I can walk by myself, you know.” He mutters, though contradicting himself a moment later when he inadvertently stumbles when he stands to his feet and has to rest a hand on her forearm to anchor himself.

Sofia wraps an arm around his waist, holding onto him securely as she schlepped him towards her car. The height difference between the two of them along his loss of cognition has Rafe leaning most of his body weight on her, to where she’s pressed up against his chest. He barred his arm around her shoulder, sluggish in his gait as she lead them forward.

Opening the passenger’s door, Rafe slides his arm off of her and murmurs a soft thanks as he brushes past her to climb inside. Her car is much smaller than he is so he has to maneuver around a bit to get comfortable, but despite his efforts his knees still end up being pressed against the dashboard.

“Here, put your address in.” She says, extending her phone outwardly towards him once she’s perched in the driver’s seat.

She turns the keys over as the ignition spurs on. She secures her seatbelt in place, setting the car in reverse as she pulls out of the driveway and descends down the street.

“Do you need water or anything?” She offers, peering over at him as he leaned his head against her window while his hand rubbed at his throbbing temples.

“Careful there Sofia, you’re starting to sound like you actually care about my well-being,” He remarks sarcastically, shifting his position in the seat with a soft grunt as he spreads his legs wider for room.

“You’re in my car. I don’t want you to throw up or pass out or anything,”

Rafe rolls his eyes, scoffing. “I’m fine. I know how to handle my liquor,” He murmurs, fluttering his eyes close as he mindlessly tapped his fingers against his thigh.

Sofia ends the conversation there, leaning forward to turn on the radio to drown out the car’s silence. She thinks he’s fallen asleep and that she’d have a peaceful drive for the rest of the way, but it’s not even five minutes later that he’s blinking his eyes open and turning his head to look at her.

“What?” She questions, suddenly feeling her face flush at the way he’s watching her. She averts her attention away from the road and peers over at him with a raised brow.

“Why do you hate me? I know you’re friends with my sister and she’s said some shit about me but that’s how she feels and it’s understandable. But why do you hate me?”

Sofia looks back at the road, biting on her lip as she tightened her grip around the wheel. She didn’t feel like this was the most appropriate time to talk about this especially while he was drunk, but if he wanted a truthful answer then she wouldn’t hesitate to give him one.

“I don’t hate you, Rafe. I don’t trust you. I might not know you like the rest of them do, but I know my friends and I know that the way they and other people on the island talk about you isn’t for no reason.”

His jaw clenched as he looks away, staring vacantly out of the window. “If you don’t trust me then you shouldn’t have given me a ride home. I don’t want to ruin your reputation by having you be seen with me,” He laments through offense that’s underlined with sarcasm.

“I told you, I couldn’t leave you sitting there.”

Rafe shakes his head at her rebuttal, falling silent for the remainder of the car ride as he kept his attention thwarted on the windows and scenery that they passed by.

When the gps announces their arrival and they pull into the driveway of his mansion, Rafe unlatches his seatbelt and mutters another halfhearted thanks before he’s making his haste exit. She unclicks her seatbelt, just to accompany him to the house to make sure he doesn’t accidentally keel over but he rejects her offer, assuring her that he’d make it inside unscathed. “Are you sure? Because you could barely walk by yourself the first time.”

“I’m good.” He asserts, giving her an indescribable look as he closes the door before walking off. Even with his reassurance, she remains sitting there waiting until he’s entered inside of the house before finally driving off.

…

“Dude, it is a Christmas movie!”

“No, it’s a movie set around Christmas time,” Pope rebuttals.

They all lounged around listening to Pope and John B’s debate on the validity of Die Hard’s categorization for the past ten minutes with Pope regarding the technicalities of why it wasn’t and John B arguing against it. Sofia was listening halfheartedly, laughing every so often at JJ’s interfering commentary though she mostly kept her attention on the strokes of her pencil as she drew in her sketchbook.

“There’s a distinct difference between the two. Christmas isn’t central to the movie’s plot; the heist is.” Pope accents, earning collective groans from both John B and JJ. “If it were more focused on that then maybe—”

“Well, if you’re using that argument that’s like saying Home Alone isn’t a Christmas movie either then,” Sarah ripostes, leaning against John B’s chest as he instinctively wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

“What? No, that’s two different—” Pope’s rebuff falls halfheartedly off of his lips, forgotten in the void. At his abrupt silence, Sofia looks up from her sketchbook to see what was the cause of everyone’s sudden alert attention. Looking around, she gauges her friends’ reaction, seeing all of them wearing the same narrowed and defensive expressions.

“What the hell are you doin’ here?” She hears JJ inquire as he clambered to his feet, maneuvering his way out of Kiara’s embrace.

Turning around in her chair, Sofia’s surprised to see that it’s Rafe standing there. He looks undaunted by JJ’s combative tone and disregards the wayward looks that the rest of the pogues give him. Instead, his eyes focus on Sofia as he looks down at her.

“I need my car keys,”

JJ’s face furrows in a confused expression. “What the fuck are you talking about, Cameron?”

Rafe rolls his eyes, “Nothing that you need to worry about. I’m not talking to you, I’m talking to Sofia,”

JJ scoffs, moving from where he stood so that he was now standing in front of Sofia, blocking her from Rafe’s view. “Last time I remember you two talking, one of your friends threw a drink on her. So, nah, there isn’t about to be anymore talking going on between the two of you again.”

Sofia closed her sketchbook and stood to her feet, resting a hand on JJ’s arm. “It’s fine, JJ.” She attempts to placate, wanting to intervene before the situation had the opportunity to turn hostile. But both Rafe and JJ’s combative personalities made it challenging to assuage.

Rafe chuckles wryly, “You actually think that I’d hurt her?”

“Oh, please!” JJ scoffs, “Don’t act like you haven’t done anythin’ like it before you fuckin’ psycho!”

“J,” Kiara laments, reaching a hand out for his as she gave Rafe a wary look. “Look, just get what you need to get from her and leave all of us alone. Don’t come by here again.” She avers, gently tugging at JJ’s hand so that he’s seated next to her again instead of posted defensively in front of Sofia.

Sofia looks over at Rafe, gesturing a hand towards her car. “They’re in my purse,”

His jaw clenches as he nods, his footsteps recede as he follows Sofia from the house’s porch out to the front yard where her car was parked. She tugs the driver’s door open and grabs her purse, scouring around inside until she finds his keys that she’d kept tucked in there.

She extends the keys towards Rafe, biting on her bottom lip as she lowered her eyes. She doesn’t know why, but she suddenly felt sorry for the way her friends bombarded him like that. It was confusing; because she knows her friends were only protecting her from him (which greatly she appreciated) but there was still a part of her couldn’t help but feel guilt ridden at their verbal attack on him.

“Thanks again,” He turns away, beginning to walk back over towards the truck where she could see Topper in the driver’s seat drumming his fingers in a staccato against the wheel as he waited for him.

“Hey, Rafe?” Rafe pauses mid-gait at the sound of her beckon. He turns around, looking at her with a raised a brow. Sofia falters, swallowing down the concern and apology she was about to extend to him for JJ’s behavior. She shakes her head, waving a dismissive hand. “Nothing,” She laments, watching as the furrow deepened in his expression. She feels herself flushing underneath his unflinched scrutiny and has to hurriedly turn away from him and walk away to avoid his smothering gaze.

“What was that all about?” Sarah asks once Sofia returns to her seated position on the chair.

“Nothing,” She shrugs, “He just got really drunk the other day at a party so I gave him a ride home. But I forgot to give him his keys back.”

“Shit. He didn’t try or say anything did he?” Kiara questions, her face reflects that same worn look of concern that Sarah has upon learning that Sofia had been alone with Rafe. She shakes her reassuringly, easing their worries.

Their playful bickering resumes once they’ve all calmed down after Rafe’s departure. Sofia picks up her sketching pencil, attempting to continue her drawing.

But she found her mind wandering waywardly about something else —

about someone else.

Shit.

[websitewizard2005]

SUSELLE TIME YEEAAHHHH redraw of this post from last year

[chloesimaginationthings]

New Patreon tier art now FNAF themed,,

[raediggitydog]

This piece is for @bdoublehoe, who requested DDVAU HotGuy (by @kitsuneisi)!! Such a fun design 🙏

(This was for @hermitadaymay, commissions are no longer open!)

[thechibilitwick]

i went to kikuoland it was the greatest day of my life (song go listen)

terrible shrimpku photos i took (i didn’t have a light stick so i used her instead)

[murdleandmarot]

A Tecklenburg Victoria (I’m in love with her), and a Tecklenburg-ified Bluebelle :)))

[painted-fanbird]

Huh, turns out that arch-nemesis might be kind of trustworthy after all…

Who knew.

[grilde1chesse]

decided to mash @wisecrackingeric-2’s & @vizishereig’s requests into 1 for conveniences sake. hope that’s ok (^^)ｂ

51 & 54 (washing each other’s hair & running hands through hair) from this list

ship: serennedy

Leon is exhausted, anyone can see that. From the way he holds himself — tense with his shoulders hunched in what only can be described as uncomfortable — to the dark smudges under his eyes. He looks ready to collapse, but for whatever reason won’t let himself.

“Rough mission, mi amor?” Luis asks, making his presence known before enveloping Leon in his arms.

Leon just hums, body going almost lax in the embrace. “Nobody died,” he mutters, a less direct way of saying ‘it could’ve been worse’. Luis presses a kiss into Leon’s temple, hands rubbing down his sides.

“You’re a mess,” he observes, no hint of judgment in his tone. “Let me take care of you.”

…

The shower stings Leon’s cuts, but he forces himself to swallow it down. The water is a muddy brown swirling down the drain, dried blood and dirt making a sickening cocktail pooled beneath him, caked onto his skin and finally getting the chance to wash off.

“The water feel alright?” is what pulls Leon from his thoughts, looking up to find Luis smiling down at him, lathering his hands in shampoo. He forces himself to nod, slouching back down against the tub’s wall.

“Yeah,” Leon murmurs, fighting to keep his eyes open. “Thank you.”

Luis doesn’t respond, ducking down instead to run his soapy hands through Leon’s hair. He hums, scratching gently at Leon’s scalp as he works in the shampoo. He doesn’t miss the way Leon’s head tilts up to meet his hand, eyes drooping shut in an expression of pure bliss.

“Pobrecito,” Luis coos, to which Leon makes a show of rolling his eyes. Deep down however, they both know he secretly loves the gentle treatment. “You poor thing,” he translates, fingers working out any tangles. “You’ll work yourself to death at this rate, and that’s coming from me, cariño.”

Leon just huffs, head tilted back and shoulders finally loose. He could stay like this forever, he thinks. He lets himself be taken care of like that, turning into putty in Luis’ hands. It’s not long before Leon finds himself drifting off, fighting ever so slightly to stay conscious, to feel Luis’ hands on him a little while longer.

It would’ve taken a much stronger man than Leon to succeed, however, soon finding himself half asleep in Luis’ embrace, fingers combing through his still damp hair. Using the last of his waking strength he wraps himself tighter, face buried in Luis’ chest.

“Love you,” he grumbles, voice barely audible.

“I love you too, mi amor.”

[blazing-spectre]

More cowboy AU stuff I did while trying to get used to using my old tablet and brushes :3c featuring Xanthe and his two left feet

[emily-mooon]

Did a little sprite recolour for Neil and Stacey to make them more accurate to their actual colour palettes :]

[sturgeonsalad]

[iamthevampqueen]

Finally got around to finishing this painting from last march