but still the cake was eaten;

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I swear to god you tweak like ONE thing on sebstan’s face and he becomes so sickening to look at that the ghost of michelangelo climbs out of his grave to punch you 😩✨ #buckywiththegoodhair

King Steve - (2021)

This art started as a study (a Chris Evans portrait) that should have been “Knight Steve” and that somehow turned into “King Steve” (and into a “not-a-practice” artwork). ^^;;

“It would be my pleasure.”

Good lord. This is definitely some meeting of demons every 1000 years type scenario.

Aidan Turner as Philip Lombard in And Then There Were None (1x01)

FiKi December Challenge - Day 12

This is another snippet set in the Between the Boards universe, but can be read as a harmless little stand-alone too.

Also, is porn. Explicit! (◕‿◕✿)

Later, Kili will remember how it felt, not what they did.

He will remember the hours they spent wrapped up in each other, their lazy kisses, the way their limbs pushed against each other and fit in exactly right, the heat of Fili’s skin, the dusting of the crinkly hair under his fingertips and the shivers of pleasure running down his spine. Sometimes Fili’s hands tease him enough that he’s half-hard; other times it just feels good and right and comfortable to stay close like this and he relaxes instead.

“I want it,” he whispers at some point into the salt he’s tasting on the column of Fili’s throat and feels the quiet gasp it causes. “I want it all. You inside me. I know you spoke to Bilbo.”

“Kili –“ Fili murmurs, nudging his forehead with his chin, demanding to see him even at this awkward angle.

“I’ve been thinking about it,” Kili insists, keeping his eyes steady on Fili, now that they’ve found each other. “I’ve been thinking about what it would be like to have you like that, to feel you in there.”

“I don’t know… If I can do this right,” Fili whispers, but Kili can feel his cock filling up, pressed tight against his hip, can feel Fili’s heartbeat, against his skin.

“You didn’t know any of the other things we did, either,” he returns, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, teasing. “We’ve always figured it out together and you’ve never hurt me.”

Kili watches the risks being weighed in Fili’s eyes, sees the desire but also concern. He leans in to kiss him on a soft chuckle, deep and full of love, tongue slipping past his lips so he can calm the storm of Fili’s thoughts, reassure him and offer familiar comfort. It hasn’t taken him long to learn how to do this – to take Fili’s troubled mind and keep it at bay for him, gently return a thought after thought, untangled, with each softening kiss. “We don’t have to,” he offers against damp lips, kissing the corner of Fili’s mouth, “if you’re not sure about this. You know I won’t mind. But you will have to do something about this -“ he hisses through eses as his hips greedily thrust against Fili’s soft lower belly to get his point across.

A growl is his response and he revels in the feeling of Fili’s strong hands on his ass, slamming them flush, making their lengths grind against each other. There’s a challenge in Fili’s face, in the intensity of his eyes, as he shuffles higher, pulling Kili with him, letting his hands roam across Kili’s back.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” Kili chuckles, sucking on the sensitive skin under Fili’s ear.

“You will tell me if it hurts.” It’s not a question, but it requires an answer all the same.

“Yes.”

For a time it’s back to heated kisses, pressing together urgently, whispered ‘I love you’s’ and the quiet urgency of their movements. The closeness makes them feel safe, the kisses pressed to each other’s skin are like little seals, locking their souls together. They look into each other’s eyes as Kili relaxes more and more into whatever Fili wants to do, makes himself comfortable in his lap, lets him push him higher and higher but carefully control that Kili remains rooted in the present, with him.

He trembles when the pad of Fili’s finger gently rubs his nipple, while another slips inside his entrance, slick and stroking him at the same pace from inside. They press forehead to forehead and breathe together, like they do sometimes when one gets to the edge too fast.

“Still good?” Fili rumbles close, watching him and taking his time driving him insane.

“Oh, so good, Fili, so good…” He’s babbling of course, wishing FIli would touch his cock, but at the same time wanting his hands exactly where they are.

This is still familiar territory at this point – they have used fingers on each other before, they know they both like it.

Fili kisses him, deep and slow, distracting from the thrum of pleasure buzzing through his veins. Kili takes his face in both of his hands, rubs gently at his soft, crinkly stubble and kisses back, kisses with abandon, with need, with love, with desire he feels.

It’s evolved into a language between them, a whole dialogue of give and take and this particular line is ‘more. I love you, I need you to have me completely, I need you now.’

Fili sighs into the kiss, a sigh of agreement, moves to the corner of his mouth and then his jawline, as he pulls his attention away to pour more oil over his fingers.

“Easy, Kili. Not too fast…” he murmurs, gently pressing two inside him and this time Kili can feel them slowly opening him up. They’ve only tried this once or twice, usually in the heat of the moment, and it feels different when they’re not yet quite so close.

“Kili?” Fili asks when he’s fallen silent, nudging his face up delicately with his fingers under his chin. “Kili, what’s wrong?”

Nothing’s wrong, it’s just that Kili can’t help but focus on the feeling, so he huffs and demands –

“Touch me. Or put your fingers back where they were.”

He can feel Fili’s grin before he can see it. “I am, sweetheart. That’s what you’re feeling. Right. Here.”

Kili has got half of a clever response on his lips when Fili taps him inside, gently, and instead it comes out as a strangled moan, deftly kissed away by Fili’s warm lips.

“You – You know what I mean!” he growls instead, arching up when Fili wraps his fingers around his erection and slides them down, hard, while simultaneously driving his fingers up.

Fili does it again and again, letting Kili hide in the crook of his shoulder, nibbling weakly at his pulse point, before he starts spreading his fingers wider.

“Like this?” He asks, and it would sound almost innocent, if not for the low thrum of need in his voice and his wandering lips, kissing Kili’s hair, searching for his face.

It is delightful and hot when Fili is in a playful mood and Kili is glad that it seems to have replaced his earlier hesitation. It’s one of the reasons why he doesn’t try to reign his reactions in, instead uses his whole body to show Fili that it’s okay.

“Yes. Yes, that’s good. I need you. I need you, Fili, before you push me too far.”

They know each other’s limits, have tested them time and time again and they don’t mind talking about them if it means they can get things to get even better. Kili feels twitchy with need, but at the same time it seems too easy, this climb on which Fili is pulling him and it’s not what he had in mind.

He senses a pause, a little flicker of doubt in Fili’s touch and he moves to kiss it away before Fili can overthink this again. “I love you. I trust you. I trusted you with my life, and you’re the only person I’ll ever trust with my body. Please, I want us to have it. Together,” he whispers, his fingers cheating by massaging the back of Fili’s scalp, while he pushes himself back onto the invading digits. “Will you help me through this?” He asks, pulling back and looking Fili deep in the eye, his face once again in Kili’s hands, because this, now, is important, and if Fili still isn’t sure, then Kili will back off, will find something else that will make them come loud and satisfied.

He sees adoration, naked and bright, love, obvious and steady and an array of other emotions, which somehow make Fili’s eyes glimmer suspiciously.

“No, don’t go there. Don’t go into the past. Stay here with me, make me come,” Kili hisses, delivering a hundred little kisses like charms of protection.

He will remember this exact moment later, the very second when Fili decided to trust himself, and admitted, “You don’t know. You don’t know, how long I’ve –“

“Except I do. I’ve been there almost all of your life, remember?” he chuckles, grinding his cock against Fili’s urgently, making them both moan. “Make love to me, Fili.”

He will remember the stretch and the burn when Fili first pushes in – Kili on his back now, his legs splayed wide open.

Everything is slippery and Kili suspects Fili might have used more oil than they needed, and it feels odd, this slow, careful advance, filling him up. He’s not sure what to focus on, between the feeling of Fili’s length inside him, Fili’s fingers gently teasing the head of his cock, bringing little sparks of pleasure, and his other hand, stroking soothingly over the sensitive underside of his thigh. He pants through it all, closing his eyes, trying to relax and just breathe, until he can feel Fili’s stomach pressing against the swell of his ass.

“Kili. Kili, look at me.”

He does, finding love and concern and such furious focus in Fili’s eyes, that for a moment he wants to laugh, but he doesn’t dare move.

“Does it hurt?”

“N-No,” Kili breathes, and this is true; it doesn’t hurt, he just isn’t sure how to feel about it.

It’s almost secondary to here and now and later the physical sensations will be eclipsed by the realisation of how much Fili holds him completely in his hands in that moment, when his fingers on Kili’s cock move lower, starting full, slow, tight strokes along the whole length. More than that, Kili’s ass is raised on top of Fili’s hips, his legs lifted along Fili’s stomach and chest, comfortable and warm along his skin. He feels vulnerable like this, splayed open and raised, but also protected and strangely pleased to be doing this together.

“Are you sure?” one of Fili’s hands wraps around his shin, heavy and reassuring, and tucks it closer so Fili can kiss it.

Kili smiles. It’s so much like Fili to get tactile when he feels hesitant and it resonates perfectly with Kili’s need for distracting touch right now, when he finally feels like he’s getting used to the feeling of Fili inside him.

“Move. Slowly…” he orders instead of answering, and Fili obeys, hips rolling back only a fraction before pressing closer once again. He does it on a low sigh full of pleasure and it’s beautiful how his face relaxes with the slow stroke and for that alone Kili would let him do it again and again.

There is a certain satisfaction in being able to give like this, and although it’s nowhere near as electrifying as when they use their hands or fingers, Kili begins to understand how it can be good, in a different way.

It’s only tiny, miniscule movements rolling through him at the moment and that’s easy, something that Kili can get used to, gradually moulding together with the rest of the pleasurable sensations – Fili’s hands moving to travel the length of his body, stroking over his legs, thighs, ass – pulling him gently onto himself, and oh, that’s better, moving onto his hips and wrapping around his waist.

Kili is so lost in Fili’s touch, in Fili’s deepening breaths and his gorgeous blown pupils, that he almost misses the shift in weight, as his legs are lowered, and suddenly he’s being flipped until he finds himself astride Fili’s pelvis, cradled and supported around his waist by Fili’s arms.

Something shifts and Kili cries out, making Fili go as still as a statue.

“I’m sorry –“

“No!” he insists, pinning Fili to the bed on a huff. “It’s just – it’s just deep. It’s okay,” he pants, shifting a little to get more purchase with his knees and raise himself.

They stay still like this for a moment, both trying to get used to the new position, and Kili laces his fingers together with Fili’s, helping himself stay upright.

“You didn’t hurt me. I was just surprised,“ he murmurs and carefully lowers himself to stretch along Fili’s body so he can get to his mouth and steal several much needed kisses.

Fili’s hands are all over him in an instant, roaming across his back, lowering to his ass and even – making him blush furiously – gingerly touching where they’re connected.

“I’m sorry…” Fili whispers again into Kili’s swollen lips. “You were beginning to look relaxed and I thought – You’ll be in control like this. You’ll be able to take it how you want it, so I don’t –“

“Shhhh…” Kili murmurs, because he doesn’t think Fili would ever be able to hurt him, no matter how wild he got.

He’s not entirely sure how this is supposed to work now, but Fili’s hands are there once again, guiding him, helping him raise himself a little more and then sink back. This is different somehow, the dynamic is different, and he can feel more as he uses his knees to lift himself up and lower himself down onto the hard length.

Later he will remember at this point feeling full and stretched open, his body not quite sure what to do with this constant movement through him, but at the same time more emboldened. It’s much more physical now, perhaps because he has to think about the rhythm and the depth, trying not to slip too low again, feeling the effort in the muscles of his thighs. It’s more debauched, something like shame with desire running through his veins as he tries to make himself take more - and burning up as he is, that is not a bad thing.

“Kili –“ he watches Fili raise himself first to his elbows and then sit up, supporting himself with his arms locked behind him. “Kili, stop. You look uncomfortable,” he whispers softly into the crook of Kili’s shoulder, as if he was talking to a spooked animal.

Kili’s fingers comb through the messy blond tresses automatically, pushing them away from Fili’s face, before he wraps both his arms around his shoulders and presses his face into the familiar smell of Fili’s hair. He feels safe inside the loose embrace and allows Fili’s hand at the small of his back to slow him down, to impale himself carefully, but all the way, earning a ragged, barely controlled moan against his ear.

“It’s okay. It’s okay, it feels good, you inside me, so deep…” He murmurs back constantly, letting himself just feel and talk and share this experience with Fili. “I want it, I want you right there, is it okay I want it?”

“You need to be comfortable, Kili. I want this to be good for you. You’re so tight around me, Kili, I don’t want to hurt you. We need to make it better for you.”

The heated whispers surround them for a few long minutes, unwilling to still their hips, but also unwilling to take more until they have figured it out. But with each long thrust it’s getting easier and soon Kili is experimenting, grinding down and rolling his pelvis in a tight circle, wide-eyed and craving the best angle, making Fili gasp and press his fingers into Kili’s skin.

Later, Kili will remember how his whole body twitches when he finds something, how it makes him feel unbalanced and wild and the same look reflected in Fili’s eyes when he can feel it too. A tiny push forward from Fili’s hand and he finds it again, cries out this time –

“Fi – Fili!”

“Okay?”

Kili doesn’t answer, just smashes their lips together, kissing into Fili’s mouth greedily, a bit gleeful, a bit pleased with himself, a bit because he’s overwhelmed with what he feels, because this now is familiar kind of desire, escalating and making him dizzy, the kind of desire that Fili has to hold him through.

“Lean back. I think it will help if you lean back, love,” and Kili always marvels at how free Fili is with his endearments when they are alone, as if he was compensating for all the times when he’s not allowed to say anything. “You need to be more –“

“Down,” he orders, because Fili’s arms are trembling with the effort by now, pushing at Fili to lay him flat once again. “I’ve got this.”

“Just –“

“Aaaahn!”

They both scramble for a moment, Kili planting his feet flat on the bed, to ease the burn in his thighs and Fili too pushing his legs up to help support him.

The feeling Kili experiences next, he will never forget.

It’s deep, and the head of Fili’s cock rubs wonderfully against the little bundle of nerves inside Kili, making his own erection jump against his stomach. They groan in unison before Kili tries it again, shamelessly chasing his pleasure, finding it, moaning and setting a faster, more determined rhythm.

Now it’s about taking; about hard thrusts and coiling themselves tight, about holding on and riding the waves together.

But it’s also about trust. About trust and love and the things they do to each other.

He watches Fili react to his writhing, watches his lips fall open and his pupils grow so dilated, he’s not sure Fili can see him anymore. Within a few more thrusts Fili’s hand closes around Kili’s straining cock, stroking him perfectly, gloriously in rhythm, while his other hand is on the skin of his thigh, seeking any contact it can.

He can see the fraying control, can feel it in the resounding impact deep inside him, when Fili’s hips finally move as well, once, twice, three times, again and again. His ears catch the hoarse whispers like prayers, like worship, “Kili, aaaah, Kili, Kili, Kili,” his name falling from Fili’s lips like he wants to hear it always. His ass is throbbing and he can’t tell any more if it’s from the stretch or the pulsing pleasure spilling within him, he only knows that he’s suspended somehow, between the tight coil of Fili’s fist on his cock and the fullness inside him and he’s about to fall apart.

It’s perhaps the most erotic thing he’s ever felt – Fili, wild, completely out of control, hips thrusting hard up into Kili’s willing body, thrashing underneath him as he falls over the edge from the feeling of Kili surrounding him so completely. He comes on a cry of Kili’s name, filling him with the hot rush of his release, and Kili’s own pleasure turns white hot and scalding, throbbing turning into a rhythmic clench, as he spills helplessly all over Fili’s fingers and stomach.

Kili will remember the way Fili held him through his orgasm, suddenly pulling him down to wrap his arms around him, gasping softly from his overly sensitive erection still trapped inside Kili’s body. He will remember the kisses raining around him, the shivers running down his spine and the strange sense of peace.

He will remember being untouchable then and there, being loved and complete like never before.

“I want to share this with you, I want to show you how it feels,” Kili will whisper later, when he’s sprawled comfortably in a bath and Fili is washing his hair for him. He knows he can’t describe it in words, how it made him feel to be able to do this, but it’s been a trend throughout their lives that they have always shared all the best and worst things together.

“I know,” a murmur and a kiss to his forehead. “I want it too.”

It won’t be today and it won’t be tomorrow. It will be when Fili is rested and relaxed, when the mood is right and they feel brave. It will be when Fili asks for it.

And Kili will remember that time too, bright and precious, and the way Fili looked when he fell apart around him, the way he sounded, and the way Kili kept him whole.

The Seven Deadly Sins

“Like a river flows surely to the sea, darling so it goes, some things are meant to be.

Take my hand, take my whole life too, for I can’t help falling in love with you.”

A small tribute to the latest update to Rise&Fall of the Heim Theory by @killaidanturner I almost teared up, and the dancing scene with Aidan singing ughhhh all the feels. This fic is so good and so beautiful and so amazing, go read it, you won’t regret it.

I don’t even have an excuse for this… I just needed to draw Deano

Very nice!

au meme: poldark + roaring 20′s

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You made all the males attractive when I thought there was no hope for them. You, my good artist, are a miracle-worker.

Amazing art

Oooh, hey now. Captain Hook, Shan Yu and Scar got a girl’s ovaries going haywire.

JAFAR AND HADES THO

My precious Lionheart ;-;

I really really needed to draw a smiling Fili, like let me love you, you sunshine 

Hung my head, as I lost the war, and the sky turn black like a perfect storm Rain came pouring down when I was drowning That’s when I could finally breathe

- Taylor Swift - Clean

When she flipped the mirror, Dean almost didn’t recognize his own reflection. Annie had indeed succeeded in making his skin look smoother, covering up the freckles so it appeared flawless and milky with a touch of blushing pink dusted across the cheekbones. As she’d said, his nose and chin looked smaller; more rounded and feminine. He was awestruck by what a little make-up could achieve. His eyes were accentuated with just the slightest hint of coppery-bronze eye shadow, narrowing to champagne at the inner corner, prompting his eyes to appear larger. When she insisted to use orange-toned eyeliner he’d called her a loon, but actually the colour made his irises sparkle. He had naturally long lashes, Annie told him, and she was quite happy about having to apply ‘only’ two layers of this new mascara to make them look ‘extreeeemely’ long. Dean just chuckled and let her do whatever she wanted.

But now, in the mirror…yeah, the illusion was perfect. The make-up, along with his shoulder-length, curly blond hair - yeah, he really looked like a girl. Though Annie had done something to his hair as well. There were more, softer curls framing his face, pulled into a wavy sideswept hairdo, and there was a bit of spray layered atop that glittered slightly in the light.

A Walk on the Wild Side - Chapter 1 — by bluebutterflywrites.

First attempt was done with reference. Second attempt was done without it. And I still don’t quite like any. Maus is not made to draw ladies… *sigh* But god, I wanted to try, because I love that fic so much…!

The way we were

This is Dean at the beginning of the 2000s: he had just cut his long hair after the series Young Hercules.

He should be around 24, at the time he shot Snake skin and Toy Love: to me he looks like a student in the final year of High School, 18 or so. Almost 15 years later he doesn’t look much different either, with short hair and no stubble.

In this photo, so serious, his big eyes (so clear, and shiny, in spite of the BW photo) have a hint of sadness, I don’t know why.

But, back then, there was already someone on the net fangirling over his new gorgeous short hair look: quite a novelty after so many years of blonde surfer’s locks. (x)

Pin-up boy…