#M/M romance

[ultimatelyre]

"Hello, lover."

"Adequate."

"I think if I gave you my heart, you would treat it tenderly."

"Fetch me some," Laurent said. Damen rose. And stopped.

[kaheilations]

First Time

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pairing: cedric diggory x m!reader

genre: fluff, smut, romance

warnings: top!Cedric, bottom!reader, dom! Cedric, sub!reader, a lot of kissing

summary: you and your boyfriend, Cedric, sneak out of class to make out and have your first times together

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Your boyfriend drags you by the hand, racing up the moving stairs to sneak you into the Hufflepuff common room. The two of you skipped your herbology class, knowing the room would be empty, all of the other students in class.

He brings you over to his dormitory, taking off his robe, leaving him in his white button up and tie, and he sits on the bed. You take a moment to observe the space that your other half occupies when he's, unfortunately, not with you. You take note of the books on the nightstand, where his clothes lay, and the green blanket on his bed that doesn't match the Hufflepuff-colored room.

"What are you doing, babe?" he smirks out, pulling you close to him by the arm and bringing you into a quick smooch. You pull back, and, a mere inch away from his face, stare Cedric in his eyes, smiling and giggling almost like a lunatic, because you cannot believe that the Heartthrob of Hogwarts is who you - and only you - call your boyfriend.

"What's so funny?" he asks in response to your giggle, matching grin forming on his face.

"I just love you so much" you reply, pushing yourself forward to greet him in a wet, sloppy tongue kiss. Your saliva mixes, tongues collide as you press him against the window behind his headboard. It's a good thing that the common rooms are so high up, or else someone would be able to see the two of you from outside. Not that either of you would've minded that, though.

You passionately kiss for a few minutes, only stopping to breathe before you break away. Cedric looks at you with big, wet, puppy dog eyes, like he desperately needs more. He opens his mouth to speak but is cut off when you begin to nape and suck on his neck, forcing a sort of moan out of the taller man. You pull back, revealing a tender, bright red hickey on your boyfriend's neck.

Turning around, you slump down and rest your head on your boyfriend's shoulder, ridiculously smiling at the fact that you've marked him for everyone to see tomorrow, when suddenly you catch Cedric adjusting the waistband of his pants.

"I saw that!" you exclaim, half-joking. "Are you seriously hard right now, you perv?"

"I, um... maybe?" He responds, turning beet red from embarrassment. "You're just so hot and so good at kissing, I can't help it..."

"Well then..." you reply, sliding your hand up his shirt to rub his toned abdominal. "Maybe," you turn your head and lightly kiss his jawline, "maybe it's time we do it... make love".

Cedric turns his body so your faces are opposite another and gently places his hands behind your head to pull you into a kiss. "Are you sure? Are you ready?"

"Of course, babe," you reply. The truth is, internally you're desperate to make this step. After almost a year of dating, the two of you had never gone past giving eachother handys in the bathroom or occasionally sucking one another off if you were ever able to sneak off for half an hour. "I'm ready if you are."

"It's just... I don't really know what to do. I've never done it with a boy. Or anyone, really." He looks down, almost ashamed, and you cup the brunette's face. "It's okay, me neither. We can figure it out together."

He smiles, and puts a hand around your neck, pulling you in to a sloppy kiss. With your eyes closed, you begin to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt, mildly struggling because you've overtaken by the make-out session. Cedric grabs you by the waist, sitting you on top of his lap, without breaking the kiss, and begins to undress you from your shirt as well. The two of you, shirtless, continue making out, your tongues dancing, while you begin to grind on your boyfriend's still-clothed crotch, causing him to break away and let out a stifled moan.

"Fuck, baby," he says between moans. "I need you so bad."

"Say less," you respond, moving your kisses down his sternum, to his chest, and taking the time to kiss around his pink nipples, all the while you're unbuckling his belt. He throws his head back, wincing at the pleasure as you kiss his toned body and pull down his trousers and underpants, revealing his rock-hard cock. You grip his cock, which was around 7 inches and thick, the perfect size, at the base and lick the underside of it, circling the head with your tongue.

"Fuuuuckkkkk-" he moaned, gripping your hair but not pulling.

You felt him stiffen up more as you put his tip in your mouth and begin slowly throating his length. With every motion, you feel his balls twitch, and he whimpers at a whispering volume. You knew he was close, and were determined to egg him on as long as possible. You begin to stroke his wet, saliva-covered cock, flicking your wrist at the tip when you come across it. Cedric starts moaning heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his hips thrusting into your hand. You feel his cock pulse and twitch, desperate to cum, and remove your hand, ruining his orgasm.

"Babe, fuck, I-" You cut him off. "You can't cum until you fuck me, baby." Cedric, with puppy dog eyes, pleads: "Baby can I please fuck you now?"

"Not yet," you say, crawling up to him to leave a kiss on his cheek, "I need you to prep me first." "Prep?" He asks inquisitively. "I'm not a girl, you can't just stick it in with no preparation."

"I see..." he says, grabbing you in the crevice of your armpits. "May I?" You nod and he flips you over, so you are on your back and your head is towards the foot of the bed. Cedric sucks on his fingers, coating them with clear, thick saliva. His cold fingers make contact with the outside of your hole, causing you to wince and tense up. Slowly, he pushes his middle finger inside of you, making your back arch. He romantically shoves it in and out of you before sticking another in and making a scissor motion to loosen you up. Eventually, he presses up against your g-spot, causing you to release a loud echo-y moan. "There, baby? Does that feel good?" the brunette asks seductively. Overcome by a feeling of pleasure, the most you can stifle out is a "mmmfgh, y-yes, baby, m-more..."

Cedric continues fingering you, your own cock becoming the hardest it has ever been and leaking a large amount of precum. You reach down and grip his other hand, which has been resting near the side of your body on the bed, and arch tour back as you feel your climax about to occur. But, your boyfriend pulls his fingers out before you can and slides up to your ear- "You can't cum until I fuck you, remember?"

You let out a moan as he kisses you and begins to position himself on top of you, making eye contact with you the entire time, only turning you on more.

Suddenly, you're brought back to the day he started to call you his. It was after the Triwizard Tournament, and, although Cedric had not won, he made it out alive. You had spent the duration of the tournament helping him figure out the challenges present, cheering him on when he fought the dragon, you being the one who had suggested he take a bath when he couldn't figure out the enigmatic egg. You spent time in the library trying to find a spell book that could help him figure out a way to breathe underwater, and you hyped him up before the final challenge.

A week or so following the end of the tournament, Cedric dragged you out of dinner to talk privately in the hallway.

"Is everything okay?" you said, with genuine concern in your tone. As much as you liked him, he was your friend first and you were focused on making sure he was okay, because that's what friends are for.

"Listen," he said, "ever since the tournament ended I haven't been able to- I keep having dre-" he sighs, unable to say what he wants to. "I keep thinking, what if had been you under the water during the second challenge instead of Cho?"

"It wasnt though. But what-"

"Not the point," he cuts you off. "And whenever I would think that I would get this weird feeling in my stomach and I just-" He loosens his necktie like there's something obstructing his airway. "I just realized it means-"

"What, Cedric? What are you-"

He cut you off by grabbing the back of your neck and pulling your mouth to meet his. "It means that I like you, y/n, like, a lot," he says retracting. "And I don't know what- I've just never felt this way about a boy before." His cheeks were flushed rose, Cedric clearly feeling somewhat embarrassed.

You pulled him into a warm embrace, rubbing his back. "It's okay. I like you too, like, a lot" you say, playfully mocking him.

"Really?" he said, his chin resting on your shoulder. "Does that mean... do you wanna... would you be my boyfriend?"

"Of course," you said, pulling him out from the hug. "We should head back to dinner now, people are probably starting to worry, boyfriend." You put an arm around his shoulder and walked back to the dining hall, a big toothy grin on your face, his cheeks redder than they've ever been.

And now, you two were here, you laying on your back, in his bed, your boyfriend hovering above you, his necklaces drooping over your neck, the tip of his cock poking at the entrance of your hole.

"Are you ready?" he asks, stroking the hair by your ear. "Always," you respond. He grabs the base of his cock and slides it inside of you, him letting our a satisfied grunt and you a muffled moan. Slowly but surely, he pushes himself in and out of you, hips colliding with your ass repeatedly. He lowers himself down and starts to kiss you as he fucks you, the both of you moaning into each other's mouths. His hand rests on yours and you grip it, holding eachothers hands passionately as he fucks you.

Suddenly, you let go and arch your back, as his cock pushes against your g-spot. You let out a long moan, and he begins to leave a hickey on your neck. The pleasure feels so good, you can feel your hole tighten around his big dick, making him harder. Cedric stops sucking on your neck and starts heavily breathing into your jaw, letting you know he's close. He continues pounding inside of you, brushing against your prostate while your own cock stiffens and twitches. "Cedric- I'm-" Unable to get the words out, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and tap on his back to announce your climax. You let out a grunt as ropes of white cum plait your chest, your hole tirelessly convulsing and tightening, which only helps him get closer too. With one last pump, he whimpers into your ear and his cock twitches, releasing a huge, hot load inside of you.

"Holy shit, babe." He says, pulling out and laying next to you. "That was the best I've ever felt." He pulls you towards him and whispers in your ear: "I love you."

"I love you too," you say, taking it all in before the two of you eventually have to clean up and return to your daily activities.

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a/n: hi guys i've actually developed such a huge celebrity crush on Cedric/Robert Pattinson in general it's generally starting to negatively affect me but this man is so mf FINE! i hope you enjoy this one, it's been my favorite out of all the ones i've written (incl. drafts) 😇 lmk if you like it, leave a follow, + as always suggest more fic ideas!

[washedupslapper]

Can we not call it a kingdom and rule it together?

Finally framed and hung those signed prints I got of the Polish Captive Prince covers ages ago!!

My bedroom corridor is so narrow I couldn’t get a good angle to take a photo from lmao

[hynzsn]

★ LATE NIGHT CALLS ★

☆ sohee x male reader

-> idol!sohee x non-idol!reader

꩜ .ᐟ fluff

contents: soft!sohee, clingy!sohee, longing, hotel room, tour shenanigans, falling asleep on facetime, established relationship, idol au, long distance, sohee’s missing you, sohee’s wearing your clothes, cute pet names, teasing, playful banter, emotional support, comfort, post-concert feelings, mutual pining, sweet talk, flirting, sohee thinks he’s cuter than your pet

wc: 2.5k

summary: sohee's on tour, living his idol dreams, but his heart's back home with you. after a thrilling concert, he calls you for a much-needed nightly facetime date.

♡︎♡︎♡︎ likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated ♡︎♡︎♡︎

the bass was still thrumming through sohee’s veins as he stumbled into his hotel room, the adrenaline from the concert slowly ebbing away. his muscles ached, his throat was raw, and his hair was a sweaty mess, but god, he felt alive. the screams of the fans, the pulsing lights, the rush of performing – it was all still fresh in his mind. but as he closed the door behind him, leaning against it with a heavy sigh, another feeling crept in.

longing.

sohee’s eyes darted to his phone, lying innocently on the nightstand where he'd left it before the show. he bit his lip, fighting the urge to grab it immediately. no, shower first. he needed to wash off the grime and sweat of the performance before he could even think about calling you. but fuck, he missed you so much it physically hurt.

dragging himself to the bathroom, sohee stripped off his stage outfit, leaving a trail of sequins and leather in his wake. the hot water hit his skin, and he let out a groan of relief. as he lathered up, his mind wandered to you. were you at home right now? what were you doing? had you watched any fancams from tonight's show?

the thought made him blush, remembering how he'd blown a kiss to the camera during his solo, knowing you'd be watching later. god, he was whipped.

stepping out of the shower, sohee wrapped a fluffy hotel towel around his waist and padded back into the main room. his suitcase lay open on the floor, clothes spilling out haphazardly. but he bypassed all of that, reaching instead for a familiar, oversized hoodie folded neatly on top. your hoodie.

sohee buried his face in the soft fabric, inhaling deeply. it still smelled like you – a mix of your cologne and that indescribable scent that was uniquely you. he slipped it on, reveling in how it enveloped him, hanging off his frame. a pair of your sweatpants completed the ensemble, and sohee felt instantly calmer, safer. it was like being wrapped in your arms, even if you were thousands of miles away.

finally, finally, he allowed himself to grab his phone. his heart rate picked up as he opened your chat, seeing the string of messages you'd sent throughout the day.

[sohee’s phone pov]

📱 -> my whole entire world ♡︎♡︎♡︎: good morning sunshine!! hope you slept well~

📱 -> my whole entire world ♡︎♡︎♡︎: break a leg at the concert tonight (not literally ofc)! you're gonna kill it babe

📱 -> my whole entire world ♡︎♡︎♡︎: saw some previews on twitter... how dare you look that good wtf

📱 -> my whole entire world ♡︎♡︎♡︎: that outfit should be illegal smh

📱 -> my whole entire world ♡︎♡︎♡︎: love youuuu cant wait to talk later!!

sohee’s cheeks hurt from smiling so wide. how did he get so lucky? he quickly typed out a response, fingers flying over the keyboard.

[your phone’s pov]

📱 -> my baby ♡︎♡︎♡︎: babyyyyyyy im back!!

📱 -> my baby ♡︎♡︎♡︎: missed you so fuckin much today

📱 -> my baby ♡︎♡︎♡︎: can we ft?? pls pls pls i need to see your face

he bounced on the balls of his feet, waiting for your reply. it came almost instantly.

[sohee’s phone pov]

📱 -> my whole entire world ♡︎♡︎♡︎: ofc!! give me 2 secs

sohee’s heart leapt into his throat as he saw the incoming facetime call. he scrambled to answer, nearly dropping his phone in his haste.

and then there you were, your beautiful face filling his screen, and sohee felt like he could breathe properly for the first time all day.

"hi, baby," you said, your voice soft and fond. "how was the show?"

sohee couldn't help the way his lips curved into a pout, eyes going wide and pleading. "it was good, but i missed youuuu," he whined, flopping backwards onto the bed. "feels like forever since i last saw your face."

you laughed, the sound making sohee’s heart skip a beat. "we facetimed this morning, you big baby."

"that was hours ago," sohee protested, holding the phone above his face. "do you know how many hours that is? too many. way too many."

"poor baby," you cooed, your eyes crinkling with amusement. "however did you survive?"

sohee’s pout deepened. "i almost didn't. i think I'm dying of you deficiency. it’s a real thing, look it up."

you snorted, shaking your head fondly. "you’re ridiculous."

"ridiculously in love with you," sohee shot back, grinning when he saw the way your cheeks flushed.

"smooth talker," you muttered, but sohee could see the pleased smile you were trying to hide. "so, tell me about the concert. how’d it go?"

sohee launched into an animated retelling of the night's events, gesturing wildly with his free hand as he described the crowd's energy, the special stages they'd prepared, and the couple of minor mishaps that had occurred (like when anton had nearly tripped over his own feet during the dance break, saved only by wonbin’s quick reflexes).

"—and then during my solo, i did that thing with the rose, you know? where i bite the stem? and i swear to god, i thought the fans were gonna riot," sohee giggled, eyes sparkling with mischief. "i blew a kiss to the camera too, did you see? that was for you, babe."

you groaned, covering your face with your hands. "god, i saw. nearly had a heart attack, thanks for that."

sohee preened, feeling a rush of satisfaction. "good. that was the goal. gotta keep you on your toes, ya know?"

"trust me, you do that plenty without trying," you said dryly. "speaking of which, is that my hoodie?"

sohee glanced down, as if he'd forgotten what he was wearing. "oh, this old thing?" he said innocently, tugging at the collar. "maybe."

your eyes softened, a tender smile playing at your lips. "you’re wearing my clothes again?"

"always do when i’m away," sohee admitted quietly, suddenly feeling shy. "makes me feel closer to you. like you're here with me."

"baby..." you breathed, looking at him with so much love it made sohee’s chest ache. "i wish i was."

"me too," sohee whispered, curling up on his side and holding the phone close. "i hate being away from you. i know it's part of the job, but fuck, it's hard sometimes."

you nodded, understanding in your eyes. "i know, love. but hey, at least the time difference isn't so bad this time, right? we can talk more easily."

sohee perked up at that. "true! small mercies, i guess. still hate time zones though. wish the whole world operated on sohee time."

"and what, pray tell, is sohee time?" you asked, amusement clear in your voice.

"it’s whatever time lets me talk to you the most," sohee declared matter-of-factly. "duh."

you laughed, the sound warming sohee from the inside out. "of course, how silly of me. clearly that's the only sensible way to measure time."

"now you're getting it," sohee grinned, winking at the camera.

as your conversation continued, sohee felt the stress and exhaustion of the day melting away. just hearing your voice, seeing your smile – it was better than any post-concert high. he could talk to you for hours and never get bored.

and that's exactly what he planned to do.

"so, tell me about your day," sohee said, shifting to get more comfortable. he propped his phone up against a pillow, freeing his hands to play with the strings of your hoodie. "what’d you do while i was out here being a superstar?"

you rolled your eyes at his playful bragging, but there was fondness in your expression. "oh, you know, just pined away dramatically, waiting for my idol boyfriend to notice me."

sohee gasped, clutching his chest. "how cruel of me! making my precious honey bunny sugar plum wait like that. i’m a monster."

"honey bunny sugar plum?" you repeated, eyebrows raised. "that’s a new one."

"i’m trying it out," sohee said with a cheeky grin. "too much?"

"definitely too much," you laughed. "but somehow still cute coming from you."

sohee preened at the compliment, a light blush dusting his cheeks. "everything's cute coming from me. i'm the cutest."

"can’t argue with that," you agreed easily, making sohee’s blush deepen. "anyway, my day was pretty normal. went to work, had lunch with some colleagues, came home and watched some of your fancams-"

"ooh, which ones?" sohee interrupted eagerly, sitting up straighter. "did you see the one where i did that body roll during get a guitar? the fans went crazy for that one."

you groaned, covering your face with your hands again. "yes, i saw that one. multiple times. i think i've memorized it at this point."

sohee wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "like what you saw, babe?"

"you know i did, you menace," you grumbled, peeking through your fingers. "it should be illegal to look that good."

"aww, you're making me blush," sohee cooed, even as his cheeks flamed red. he batted his eyelashes exaggeratedly. "tell me more about how hot i am."

you snorted, dropping your hands. "as if your ego needs any more stroking. you fish for compliments more than my pet fishes for attention."

"hey!" sohee protested with a pout. "i resent that comparison. i’m way cuter than your pet."

"debatable," you teased, laughing at sohee's indignant expression.

"take that back!" sohee demanded, jutting out his lower lip in an exaggerated pout. "i'm the cutest thing in your life and you know it."

you pretended to think about it, tapping your chin thoughtfully. "hmm, i don't know... my pet is pretty adorable..."

sohee let out a dramatic gasp, clutching his chest. "i can't believe this betrayal. my own boyfriend, choosing his pet over me. i’m heartbroken. devastated. i'll never recover from this-"

"oh my god, you're such a drama queen," you laughed, shaking your head fondly. "fine, fine, you're the cutest. happy now?"

sohee immediately brightened, his pout transforming into a dazzling smile. "ecstatic," he chirped. "i knew you'd see reason eventually."

a comfortable silence fell between you, both just content to look at each other for a moment. sohee’s eyes traced every detail of your face, committing it to memory. the curve of your smile, the way your eyes crinkled at the corners when you laughed – he loved every inch of you.

"i miss you, you know?” sohee said softly, his earlier playfulness giving way to a more vulnerable honesty. "like, really miss you. being on tour is amazing, don't get me wrong. i love performing and meeting fans and all that. but sometimes... sometimes i just want to be home with you."

your expression softened, a mix of love and sympathy in your eyes. "i know. i miss you too. so much. but i’m so proud of you, you know that right? you’re out there living your dream, and i couldn't be happier for you."

sohee felt his eyes start to water, overwhelmed by the love and support in your voice. "even if it means we're apart so much?"

"even then," you assured him firmly. "yeah, it sucks sometimes. but seeing you on stage, doing what you love? it’s worth it. you’re worth it."

a tear slipped down sohee’s cheek, and he quickly wiped it away. "god, i love you so much," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "how did i get so lucky?"

"i ask myself the same thing every day," you replied with a soft smile. "now stop crying or you'll set me off too."

sohee laughed wetly, sniffling a bit. "sorry, sorry. i’m just feeling extra sappy tonight i guess."

"post-concert emotions?" you guessed, and sohee nodded.

"probably. everything feels more intense after a show, you know? the highs are higher, the lows are lower... and right now, missing you is like, cranked up to eleven."

you made a sympathetic noise. "i wish i could hug you right now."

"me too," sohee sighed, tugging the sleeves of your hoodie over his hands. "this helps though," he added, gesturing to the oversized garment. "it’s like a hug from you, kinda."

your eyes softened even further, if that was possible. "i’m glad. does it still smell like me?"

sohee nodded, bringing the collar up to his nose and inhaling deeply. "yeah," he mumbled into the fabric. "s'nice. comforting."

"good," you said, your voice warm. "i sprayed some of my cologne on it before you left, hoping it would last."

sohee’s heart swelled at the thoughtful gesture. "you’re the best boyfriend ever, you know that?"

"i try," you said with a playful wink. "someone's gotta keep up with korea's sweetheart, right?"

sohee groaned, burying his face in his hands. "oh god, don't call me that. it’s so embarrassing."

"but it's true!" you insisted, grinning widely. "my boyfriend, the nation's darling. stealing hearts left and right with his angelic voice and killer moves."

"stooooop," sohee whined, peeking through his fingers to glare at you halfheartedly. "you’re the worst."

"i thought i was the best boyfriend ever?" you quipped, raising an eyebrow.

"both. you’re both. simultaneously the best and the worst. it’s very confusing."

you laughed, "i'll take it. as long as you still love me."

"always," sohee said without hesitation, dropping his hands to reveal a soft smile. "no matter what."

the conversation flowed easily from there, jumping from topic to topic. sohee told you about the prank war that had broken out between the members on the tour bus (seunghan was currently winning, much to everyone's chagrin). you filled him in on the latest drama at your workplace, complete with exaggerated impressions of your coworkers that had sohee in stitches.

as the night wore on, sohee felt his eyelids growing heavy. he tried to stifle a yawn, not wanting the call to end, but you caught it anyway.

"getting sleepy?" you asked gently.

sohee shook his head stubbornly, even as another yawn escaped him. "no, m'fine. not tired at all."

"uh-huh, sure," you said, clearly not buying it. "when’s your schedule start tomorrow?"

sohee pouted, knowing where this was going. "not till noon," he mumbled reluctantly.

"then you should get some sleep," you insisted. "it’s late, and you need to rest after the concert."

"don’t wanna," sohee whined, clutching his phone tighter. "if i go to sleep, you'll hang up. and then i’ll be alone again." sohee bit his lip, considering. "...can we stay on the call?" he asked hesitantly. "even if we're not talking? just... knowing you're there helps."

"of course," you agreed immediately. "whatever you need. i’m here."

feeling reassured, sohee nodded and settled down into the bed, pulling the covers up to his chin. he propped his phone up on the pillow next to him, angling it so he could still see your face.

"comfy?" you asked, and sohee nodded sleepily.

"mhmm. wish you were here though," he murmured, already feeling himself start to drift off.

"i know, love. soon, okay? just think about the moment you come back, i’ll be waiting for you."

sohee smiled at that, his eyes fluttering closed. "promise?"

"promise," you confirmed softly. "now get some sleep, superstar. i love you."

"love you too," sohee mumbled, already half-asleep. "so much."

as he drifted off, the last thing sohee was aware of was the sound of your steady breathing through the phone, and the comforting scent of your hoodie surrounding him. it wasn't the same as having you there, but for now, it was enough.

he fell asleep with a smile on his face, dreaming of the day he'd be back in your arms for real.

[hephestusdreher]

[kitsunesakii]

Well well well

The people have spoken........

AND I HAVE ANSWERED

[junie-junette]

Firestorm, Semi primed edition ! Our babies having a little fun in the middle of nowhere (cause Martha's inn isn't the best with fire...). I hope you'll enjoy ! It was fun to draw hehe they're not even really fully primed at the moment.. They're just very into it !

[koi-illust]

[StarWars] [About to be BobaDin ^_<]

Boba Fett

Here’s the BobaDin fanart (NSFW) that I promised you to draw, check it out if you’re interested!😉✨

Thank you for the votes and comments on my post about drawing BobaDin! Although the poll is not concluded yet, I think the current results are good enough for me.

Before I formally start working on BobaDin fanart, I want to establish my version of Boba Fett first. So, here's my first attempt! (After drawing Din and Boba, I think curls have now become my favorite hairstyle for men!)

I know my interpretation of Boba isn’t canon-accurate because I haven’t finished watching "The Book of Boba Fett" and "The Clone Wars" animated series. However, I really love the version of Boba I've read about in some fanfics, so I decided to settle on this type of Boba for now—

Younger (so he still has those wonderful curls), impatient, impulsive, sometimes ill-mannered, bad-tempered, but very loyal and responsible, he can be quite tender when he wants to be (e.g., when he’s with Din), protective, and not good at communicating, especially when he feels jealous, he tends to keep his thoughts to himself and becomes quite grumpy...

What do you think of my version of Boba Fett? ✨🥹✨

[ganymedian]

Months later…..

[amysnotdeadyet]

It's out! My new (tenth (10th)) book is out!!

It's about a himbo half-orc who works in a magical bakery, a sad wet cat of a grad student wizard with a big mistake to fix, and the Goblin Market where they met and developed pathetic crushes.

Diffidence and the Rift is HERE!

[shoyoackerman]

“they’re just friends why are you shipping them” “you’ve never heard of bromance” “they’re not gay”

Tell that to the directors, writers and artist who barely put any energy into the supposed love interest of the show/movie. Like the two characters who aren’t supposed to be shipped and are friends only, are literally dying for each other and expressing love in subtle or niche ways only the other person would know.

Whilst the mc and love interest chemistry is drier than the fcking sun.

so uh blame the writes and directors for being lowkey (highkey) shippers

This obviously isn’t for every canon ship, since some are rlly well written. But like theirs a reason fans are shipping characters together.

[erlie]

M/M Book Recs

Need distractions?

Want men kissing each other with happy endings?

I got you. Here are some of my favourites:

Adventures in Aguillon -series by Lisa Henry and Sarah Honey Red Heir / Elf Defense / Socially Orcward

Are these the height of literature? No. Are they crude, smutty, funny and surprisingly sweet? Yes. Definitely. Don't go to these books with any other expectations than having fun. Lowbrow fantasy with some pop culture references, if you liked Tales in Verania series, you'll like this.

Socially Orcward is not smutty at all, since both of the main characters are asexual and it is very very sweet!

Sugar & Vice -series by Allie Therin (on going) Liar City / Twisted Shadows

Is slow burn your jam? How about grumpy/sunshine pairing? Well get on these! The first book will leave you WANTING, because the two can't touch each other without pain and consequences. Very very very good alternative universe paranormal romance. Second book is little spicy!

Sword Crossed by Freya Marske

Historical fantasy romance, with arranged marriages (not between the two men though) and hiring a swordsman to defend your honor in battle to save your house from ruin. Buttoned up business man meets a dashing rogue. What else do you need? Not much. Little spicy.

Oak King Holly King by Sebastian Nothwell

When you are crowned Holly King and your duty is to die within a yearn in a ritual, you obviously fetch a nice human man from London to help you. If romance happens, what could be nicer! This was a lot different I expected it to be but in a good way. Tastefully spicy.

The Darkness Outside Us / The Brightness Between Us by Eliot Schefer

These are not romance book! Is there romance, yes, but these are scifi suspense books first. They also deal with a lot of heavy topics such as existential dread, humanity and end of the world. But they are so fucking good I beg you to read them. Not spicy.

Cerulean Chronicles by TJ Klune The House on the Cerulean Sea / Somewhere Beyond the Sea

Want to read anti-JKR author's books? Do you want the books to be a middle finger to her? Jump in. Trans allegory with boat loads of queer love, joy and existence.

Game Changers -series by Rachel Reid Heated Rivalry / The Long Game These are books 2 and 6 of the series and they are easily read as stand-alones. And you probably should. Because these two are so fucking good and steamy and lovely that I went little insane in the head when I read these the first time.

Rest of the series is bit ...meh. First book is boring, third is alright with some interesting themes around sex, fourth is an age gap romance and the fifth is pretty okay. But these two just... my god. Very very spicy!

Icarus by K. Ancrum

Retelling of the Icarus myth with a criminal son and father. Also touches on topics of being touch starved, Sins of Our Fathers and generational trauma. Very beautifully written, will leave you thinking for a while. Queer romance, not spicy.

I'll leave this here for now, there will be part 2 soon!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

[hephestusdreher]

[sorentymn]

“I too, missed you dearly.”

✤ Summary: The captain of the guard returns from his week-long border patrol, and they reunite. ✤ Content: One-shot, pre-established relationship, it's literally romantic porn ✤ Rating: 18+ sexual content ✤ A/N: I remember my obsession with Thranduil every now and then, and this manifested, I guess...enjoy!

He learned that the ever-elusive sovereign of the Silvan Elves is a creature of many delightful secrets, and he was privileged enough to be let into the furthest, most intimate reaches. When they began breaching the boundary so sacred, it was a silent agreement that they would never voice the nature of their union. Not because of its impropriety but to keep these affections as far away from the echoes of the late tári. 

The all-encumbering silence extended to their every moment. When the torches were lit, he would become a shadow, slithering and winding behind the cavernous palace all the way to his king.

Arendil’s sentiment would be hidden from the world except for him, whose glacial gaze would penetrate his armour, secrets, and soul. Thranduil alone reigns over him. Of this, he is often reminded in the suspended moments as he slips through the secret door to his chambers. 

Thranduil would often be found resting in the arched nook cradled by wild vines. He is now surrounded by manuscripts, books and even illustrations so precious only few eyes have seen. Draped in his rich crimson robe bearing delicate embroideries, he looked no different from the intricate paintings he loved. Arendil couldn’t help but delay his arrival, opting to lean against the archway, smiling at the sight of his king so at peace. Only short moments pass before the king breaks the silence. 

“One must be privy to their weaknesses”

Knowing his queue, Arendil detached himself from one of the twined columns and took idle steps closer. A grin was barely kept at bay.

“Aran Meletyalda” He bowed gracefully at his lounging king, who did not part his gaze from the large book in his arm. The mere sight of him stirred a pleasant bloom deep in his stomach. It’d been days since he’d seen Thranduil last, and to find him so at ease, unburdened by courtly duties draped in his most comfortable robes, felt so domestic. There’s a handsomeness to him that’s wholly different out of his extravagant attire. He could simply be Thranduil and not his title or legacy.

“How do you mean?” Arendil lowered himself onto the half steps that led up to the nook and sat with his forearms folded atop a large cushion where Thranduil’s legs lay crossed. His fingers glided against the ivory whites of Thranduil’s ankle, a subtle greeting. To this touch, the elven king spared him a soft look from the edge of his eyes that did not match the rest of his face, which remained lifeless. 

“I heard you before you reached the door” To anyone that might’ve been a scolding, but the faintest give in his tone is something Arendil understood well. They often started this way due to rigid elven traditions for social stratum. Regardless of the intimacy they enjoyed in private, it takes some time to completely shed their identities outside of one another.

Thranduil’s index finger glided against the side of the page like he was considering if he wanted to continue reading but he won’t, decades of observing and protecting him meant he’d catalogued Thranduil’s many traits, one being the need to create an illusion of passiveness even if the truth could not be further opposite. 

“Perhaps you should join the patrols, I’m certain your keen hearing would be useful for hunting those wretched spiders your highness” This drew a pleased rumble from the elven king who promptly closed his book, set the large thing aside him and leaned further into his back cushions arms spread wide like he’d just been told something quite wonderful. The king delighted in exchanges like this, a wit that sought to entertain, a trait unique to his captain. 

“If all my efforts are spent on spiders, who will make sure a certain disobedient captain won’t sneak into my chambers?” Thranduil ran his fingers through a weft of his hair, smiling at his busy hand rather than the actual recipient. 

“Is it disobedience if I’m welcomed?” Arendil said with a mischievous look. 

“When did you learn to be so impertinent, my dear?” 

“I think you encourage me, your highness” 

“To accuse me of such a thing” Thranduil feigned exasperation as he reached for his goblet nearby, taking a leisurely sip without parting his gaze from the captain at his feet. Arendil decided to indulge himself a little and lowered his lips to the skin at Thranduil’s ankle, placing a chaste kiss there, and the two continued to stare at one another silently tuning their disjointed familiarity. 

“How was your week, your highness?” Despite his intimate knowledge of Thranduil’s unending agenda, he asked, nevertheless having missed being involved in every aspect of his day after a week on border duties. But it seemed the king wasn’t keen on launching into a detailed conversation just yet. 

“Utterly dull; it stands to be improved by a certain captain resurfacing, however.” Thranduil pointed his gaze at the elf at his feet, and he wondered when the room suddenly got hotter. That's the mystery; how is it that those ice-capped gaze could elicit such an opposite effect?

“Can it now?” Arendil broke into another full grin as Thranduil’s legs unfolded, the right side that Arendil had been caressing inched closer. The fold of fabric that previously covered Thranduil’s right leg was caught in the rifts of silk pooled against the pillow, revealing more of his leg as he moved. The exposed stretch of skin and defined muscles captivated Arendil in an instant, and the captain, without missing a beat, leaned to brush the tip of his nose along the length of his shin, then his lips left hot trails in its wake.

Thranduil’s resolve finally crumbled; he broke into a full smile at such a doting act.

“You’re certainly compelling so far” Arendil’s eyes peered up momentarily between kisses, and what a sight, his king seemed content, more than that he dares say.

“I always endeavour to please” 

“Mm- but I think you could do better” At this, Arendil paused his efforts. Thranduil patted his lap, and that was the signal he needed. He moved to stand, removing his boots and the double swords at his hip, letting them fall to the floor inelegantly, which made Thranduil’s brow twitch. He was given a softly pointed look, something resembling a tutor’s reprimand, but he couldn’t care less about decorum now. 

The thrill of placing oneself firmly in that unspoken place only he and the highest order in the land now share is far sweeter. Like a stalking feline, he crawled on all fours up to bracket his arms between Thranduil’s head, careful to avoid his cascaded white hair that looked like moonlit rivers spread out so distinctly against velvety cushions. 

Arendil finally settled straddling Thranduil’s lap, and that familiar pressure brought a spark to the king’s frigid blues, the same sparkle that would appear when he decided he would do something unspeakable to his captain during their coupling.

Arendil pretended not to notice this as he leaned in and brushed his lips against the king’s plush ones he’d been thinking about every hour he was sent away. The king immediately reciprocated with a long expulsion of his breath like he’d been waiting for this moment since the captain came through the door, and they were locked in something deeply passionate. Their lips conveyed more to one another than their words struggled to achieve.

Arendil made a soft sound deep in his throat out of sheer happiness at that familiar scent of wood mist and exotic tonics. The lustrous feel of his hair between the gaps of his calloused fingers as he mindlessly combed through them. The warmth of his skin against his own is the sweetest reminder that he is home. 

“Is that better?” Arendil breathed against Thranduil’s temple, and after a stretch of silence, Thranduil trailed his nimble fingers against the laces at his captain’s thighs. He will need to find a discreet way to reward whoever decided they needed to be laced up this way; it's so very appetising.  But the king did not stop there, he made his way up the back of his captain’s thighs, finally planting themselves firmly around his arse.

“Not quite” You could always count on him to be more honest through his touches than his words. Arendil chuckled softly at the suggestion and ground his hips down gently, and he could feel the king’s breath hitch. “That’s unacceptable, allow me-” Arendil’s voice dripped honey as he, ever dutiful, pried himself from Thranduil. As he made his way lower down the king’s middle, his shirt was thrown off, revealing rippling muscles brutally defined from centuries of service with a leanness present in all high elves. 

Thranduil always delighted in the sight, even before their trysts. There had been times they’d had to stop along rivers to camp during long journeys, and well- Arendil was not always disciplined about keeping his garbs fastened when he thought none could see him. The king has his many dirty secrets and all-seeing eyes, literally.

The devotion in his captain’s eyes made Thranduil feel trapped in his rich silks, which was saying something as their only intended purpose was to be for lounging, hardly for modesty. His hands moved to unfasten the front panels, finally giving the younger elf a view he so missed. The king’s sheer size sprawled beneath him always felt like he’d conquered a great force. Like himself, the king was also honed by battle, evident in the sculpted perfection no less captivating than everything else about him. Sometimes, Arendil found himself breathless at the sight of him; how could it be that they were created by the same gods? 

Arendil now rests his cheek against his king’s bulge, growing harder beneath him. Not once did he turn his gaze away from Thranduil as his teeth caught the hem of his loosely wrapped pants, dragging them down to finally reveal the length of him. As it sprang free to rest heavily against the edge of his lips, the captain broke into a sickeningly sweet smile as he whispered against his tip. 

“I have been thinking about this” His warm hand took hold of Thranduil’s girth, and the king beneath him sucked the inner corner of his lips unknowingly communicating what’s on his mind. 

“About me taking your mouth, Arendil?” The way his king rolled the ‘r’ in his name, a way distinct to him made his cock twitch and only then did he notice how hard he’d been, so distracted by his lover to notice his own need. His hot tongue dragged from the base impossibly slow, which made Thranduil gasp. The warmth of his lips and his breath was nothing compared to the toe-curling intensity of that first lick. When Arendil opened his mouth again, the king traced the tip of his thumb adoringly along his reddened bottom lip, gathering the collected spit to bring it back to his mouth.

“About you taking everything”, Arendil said between rounds, and the king’s eyes flashed at that candid confession but quickly succumbed the minute the captain took his entire length into his mouth without warning. So much for pacing, having Thranduil's full cock deep in his mouth always felt too enticing to resist. Thranduil’s restraint is famed amongst his enemies and subjects alike; few have seen him fall prey to his own emotions, so when he manages to make the king himself moan, it’s a kind of pride that intoxicates him. 

He bobbed at an even pace, skillfully working his fingers as he went, mimicking the movements that’d pleased him time and time again. It was tamed at first, but then it grew increasingly debauched, the wetness smeared past the edge of his lips. His eyes fluttered every time he’d take Thranduil as far down his throat as he could, and what once were faint sighs from Thranduil began to materialise into deep moans that echoed off the vined walls. 

“That’s it- fuck” That was another delightful thing. Thranduil, ever eloquent, would turn to cruder words when he was getting sucked. He threw his head back now, determined to keep himself intact as Arendil worked his wonderful mouth all over him. His fingers were now laced between his captain’s ink black strands, gripping to keep himself from thrusting up into his throat. 

“Arendil", He gritted. 

“Mm?” He hummed to respond, seeing no reason to pause and how attractive that was it tore yet another thread of Thranduil’s attempt to keep this somewhat paced. He tugged his captain’s hair to remove the man from his cock and that was met with a small frown. The king remedied this with a hungry, open-mouthed kiss, tasting himself on the younger elf’s tongue. The intensity of it turned his captain pliable once more, and he obediently followed when Thranduil slipped from beneath him to stand, letting what remained of his robe fall to the floor.

He lifted Arendil from the bed, carrying him wrapped around his hip and off they went. The starved kisses continued as Thranduil blindly meandered along the columns to his bedroom. The captain was thrown onto the bed, and his king moved quickly to pull off his pants. Thranduil was suddenly so impatient that it made him chuckle.

“Did your high-” 

“Call me by my name” Arendil stared at him, amused at first, not immediately complying. Thranduil liked being referred to by his name, but it always felt all too much to his captain. Only in the intense throes of passion did all his sense of propriety fall away. But, since he asked so very nicely in that needy look on his usually unreadable face. Arendil sat back, slowly dragging seconds out, making sure the king could see every lithe movement. He then spreads his legs open. His free hand then slid from the base of his neck to his own leaking cock as he said- 

“Did you miss me, Thranduil?” Something snapped at the last syllable because the king immediately pounced onto the bed in between his legs. Strong hands folded his captain’s legs up to his chest, which drew a surprised yelp. Thranduil sucked and kissed the inner corners of his thighs so much he thought they might bruise, but before he could make another smart remark. Thranduil smirked, a milisecond warning of an impending attack, and then a moan erupted from his captain when he felt his wet tongue glide over his entrance.

“I don’t know, you tell me.” His king feasted upon him like someone starved, like the taste of his skin was his lifeline. His thumbs part the cleft of his arse so taught to further open him. Obscene sounds come in rapid succession the deeper he went. His tongue is now inside of him, prodding and swirling. He felt soaked digits inch closer to his entrance and was surprised how Thranduil managed to lubricate them without him noticing. Had he been anticipating this, he saw no ointment on the bed when they came bursting in through the door. But his thoughts were interrupted when a finger glided into him, pumping slowly as his tongue continued to ravish what it could reach. 

“Thranduil, slow down. I’m going-” 

“No, do not, that’s an order” He commanded in that charming authoritative tone as he inserted another finger and then another now pumping steadily as he mouth against Arendil’s cock. 

“Please your highness-” This only made his fingers move faster, curling and pushing at his prostate. This went on for what felt like an eternity of torture. He felt his eyes well up with uncontrollable pleasure and he looked at his king, face reddened through to his ears, mouth agape wordlessly begging to be fucked and only then did it work. Thranduil's fingers were removed slowly; he wanted his captain to feel the absence of it, and the way he gaped was more than telling. 

Thranduil graciously came to hover over his panting captain with a dark look. He lowered onto his forearms, and this menace of an elf, he rolled his hips positioning the tip of his cock at his entrance dragging faint touches there but still refusing to give Arendil sweet absolution. 

“Say it” 

“Aran, what-” 

“Tell me how often I linger in your mind when I’m not there” There was an unexpected vulnerability as he said this. His eyes shone so beautifully, framed by his hair like streams of the most beautiful waterfalls. Arendil felt a tug at his heart so abrupt it almost felt painful. It was achingly honest of Thranduil, and both his hands reached to caress his king’s face.  

“I miss you between every breath I take-”, Arendil started, his lips drunkenly kissing Thranduil’s sculpted jaw, reinforcing his words into skin.

“I miss you when I see beauty I could not bring back to you” Thranduil’s smile widened at this, encouraging his captain to keep speaking as he prodded again gently at his entrance. 

“I miss you when the stars come, and I lie there alone” He almost couldn’t finish the last word as Thranduil began to push into him, stretching him open as their foreheads touched. The tightness around him almost sucked the air out of his lungs.

“I miss you when I fuck myself-” At this Thranduil moaned and their lips clash. Thranduil sheathed himself in completely, his grip at Arendil's waist so tight it pinched his skin. He drank the captain's half scream at the sudden wave of pleasure that shot deep within him.

Arendil could not quite get used to the girth of him, no matter how many times they’d gone to bed together. There was always that precipice between pain and mind-numbing pleasure, and it stupefied him. 

As his lover clutched and dug into his back, Thranduil’s hands grasped at the constructed twines of his headboard and began to thrust. It was hard and rhythmic, like a dance. His sexual prowess had always left Arendil utterly speechless because, like everything about him, it was impeccable. Arendil’s back arched off the bed, combating the eruptions of pleasure, singeing his nerves to dust. 

Somewhere between his own outrageously erotic sounds, Arendil managed. “Is this you telling me you miss me?”

Thranduil, unbelievably, chuckled as he hammered himself into his captain, and suddenly, he was flipped. Thranduil’s strength is formidable, and it announces itself at the most unexpected times. While his face remained pressed against the pillow, Thranduil lowered to his ear. 

“I too, missed you dearly.” 

[autumn2may]

Today we have the pleasure of interviewing friend of the site, author @aughtpunk about her upcoming LGBTQIA+ science fiction novel, Echo of the Larkspur! 🐉

[koi-illust]

[StarWars AU] [Citizen Din/Master Luke]

Din Djarin of Aq Vetina

So, I let my imagination run wild, and here’s another Din Djarin AU!

What if young Din was still saved by a Mandalorian, but later reunited with his parents, who somehow survived the attack?

Din’s parents helped gather other survivors on Aq Vetina, rebuilt their home, and were chosen as governors. Din grew up learning about his own culture and became a promising young man who assisted with his parents' work. One day, to protect the newborn autonomous region, Master Luke Skywalker was assigned to Aq Vetina to act as their Jedi caretaker, and Din was given the responsibility to help Luke settle down.

Here are other settings for Aq-Din:

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1. Din didn’t become a Mandalorian

So Din wasn’t trained, which resulted in his gentle and soft personality. He kept the mythosaur necklace given to him by the Mandalorian who saved him, it’s the only beskar Din has.

2. Din wears traditional Aq Vetina clothing

But I made it look more luxurious and ethnic with gold, shiny stones, and beads. I also created a custom where young people must wear a veil until they get married or reach a certain age. (I don’t want that veil to become a symbol of shame for those who don’t want or can’t get married, so they can simply remove it when the time comes. The veil is just for aesthetic purposes, like a peacock spreading its tail for courtship.)

3. Arranged marriage

Another custom I made up is that Aq Vetina people get betrothed at a young age, it’s not mandatory, but some traditional families still follow this rule, including Din’s. Furthermore, as the son of governors, Din was betrothed to another prominent and wealthy family for political reasons. Although Din doesn’t want this, he accepts it for the greater good of his homeland, until a Jedi master shakes his determination.

4. Claustrophobia

I always imagined Din having claustrophobia and a fear of darkness due to the experience of being hidden by his parents in that storage. I know this is a weak assumption because Canon-Din’s spaceship is confined as hell🤣, but my Aq-Din can have claustrophobia, which becomes a hindrance when Luke attempts to take Din away from the planet.

5. Heavy accent

Din is not proficient in standard language, so his communication with Luke is often somewhat clumsy, which may cause trouble at times, and he speaks with a heavy accent! (I have a thing for accents…🫣💕)

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I will probably continue drawing this series because it was a lot of fun to draw Din in his Aq Vetina outfit, and I also want to have him wear different veils to hide his face. 😝