#and beautiful. like a renaissance painting

[agattthaa]

Taste

Paring: Lane/Audrey [Asian/Curvy spite specifically mentioned]

Word count: 1.003

Rating: E

Summary: Lane was the only one that could satisfy Audrey's curiosity at that moment. The only one that could give Audrey what she wanted. 

And she would.

Tagging: @rc-catalog

-Emily was bad mouthing you in the cafeteria earlier.

The new information didn't seem to matter or burder her, at all. Lane didn't even bother to raise her eyes from the thick history book in front of her, lazily flipping to the next page without a single care in the world and barely acknowledging her friend that was sitting on her side.

-I don't think I know any Emily.

-The blonde one that lives on 325.

-Oh, the one with the nose piercing?

-Yes. She was surrounded by her friends talking about the way you sweet talked her into getting into your bed and then how you threw her aside when you grew bored of her.

-Hm.

Another page flipped.

Another note taken.

Not a single sign that it worried her or that she minded it. That would be an expected reaction if Audrey had told her that the skies are blue and that the grass is green.

Perhaps that book was part of one of those mysteries that Lane had to uncover since it was able to capture the woman's attention like no person or subject ever could.

-So, is it true?

-I wouldn't say I sweet-talked her.

That made the psychology student let out a small laugh, finally making Lane look up from her book and giving Audrey a small smile.

-Yeah, it's not really your style.

-Besides, we didn't even have sex. I just ate her out.

There was something in the way Lane said it without any reservation that made Audrey's face completely red, a reaction that, somehow, made Lane's smile larger.

-...I see then.

Lane didn't answer anything, instead, she chose to deliberately brush her hand against Audrey's thigh. To test the waters. To see if her eyes were seeing more than it was or if she was right.

The woman was visibly shivering and shaking from the unexpected touch. Lane's smile was now wicked. Her hand slowly squeezes the unclothed part of Audrey's thigh, dangerously close to the end of her skirt.

Audrey's hand instantly flew to Lane's shoulder, giving a long squeeze as she let out a long sigh. Lane could feel every bit of the other woman's skin shivering, but in her eyes there was no fear, no shame nor uncertainty.

There was curiosity.

There was want.

There was Lane.

Her reflection glistening on those soft ocean eyes.

The only one that could satisfy Audrey's curiosity at that moment. The only one that could give Audrey what she wanted.

And she would.

Her hand became bolder, her touch feather lightly slow while her fingers traveled up Audrey's inner thigh and then roughly squeezed her way down as soon as she felt the fabric of Audrey's underwear.

The red in her face did not subdued, instead, it now traveled down to Audrey's neck and torso, inviting Lane's gaze towards the woman's cleavage.

Her breath was already more like a panting, her lips red from her own bites and the red only left her eyes more blue and her thighs parted themselves in a silent invitation for Lane's touch.

She looked like a painting, like what a Renaissance artist would create to represent the goddess of beauty, the goddess of love.

Right now, in Lane's bedroom and in Lane's eyes, Audrey could as well be Aphodite herself.

This time, she let her hand reach it's destination, feeling how wet Audrey was for her through her underwear, how now she breathing even more heavily and how her eyes fixated on Lane, leaving her no other choice but to get up from her seat and kneel down in front of Audrey, smiling deviously when the woman's eyes went wild.

Her hands held both sides of Audrey's and her eyes muttered a single order: up. And that was Audrey did, raising herself on the chair just enough so that Lane took her skirt and underwear on one single pull, and without a single warning, took a taste of her friend, licking from her core all the way up to her clit.

There was no word to describe the moan that Audrey let out other than heavenly, unholy or delicious. Now there was no other choice, Lane had to ravish her.

She pulled apart just enough, lifting Audrey's thighs one at a time and placing them on her shoulders, returning to her place in the middle of her legs and starting to lick again.

Audrey trembled under her touch, grabbing and grasping Lane's hair and shoulders and squeezing her thick thighs so much that Lane thought that she would break her skull.

It wouldn't be a bad way to die.

But still it wasn't enough. So she started sucking into Audrey's clit and quickly inserted two fingers inside Audrey.

She came undone with a long moan, her entire body relaxing under Lane's touch.

It was not enough.

So she quickly took her fingers out and smiled when Audrey whined with the loss of contact, and smiled wider when she entered Audrey again, this time, with her tongue, allowing Audrey no time to recover. One hand went to Audrey's clit and the other separated her folds.

The whines and cries and moans were getting louder and louder and Lane was insatiable for then and for the sweet taste Audrey had. Her tongue went deep and as deep as possible while her thumb rubbed into Audrey's clit frantically and her taste sweeter.

She didn't take long to come once again, this time on a loud whine, shaking from how strong it was. Her entire body was shivering and shaking and her eyes rolling back. And if Lane wasn't sure that she would pass out if they kept on going, she would've continued.

Instead, she got up, licked her fingers clean watching as Audrey slowly got back to her senses and covered her up with a blanket, placing a cup of water close to her friend and went back to her notes, smiling to herself as she could still taste Audrey on her lips.

[readingbythestreetlights]

sensual

[cryptocism]

"just as I did, in 1983."

you'd never know my favourite parts of the show are the fucked up insane bits when my first instinct is to draw the cheesiest thing imaginable

[atticwifesam]

ophelia, friedrich heyser // the young martyr, paul delaroche // princess tarakanova, konstantin flavitsky // death of sappho, miguel carbonell selva

[sunboyapollo]

You could literally remove the logo and tell me that this is a Baroque masterpiece by Caravaggio or some shit and i would literally believe you.

[trustiskingandqueen]

olu is just so beautiful <3

[rosie-tyler]

[lafamilledelioncourt]

They took that lanky boy out of the theater and said you are going to cut through souls with your eyes alone.

📸 credit

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

I love the online phenomena of artists making the most beautiful art piece you've ever seen, something that could easily have become something that would have been put in a museum if it had been painted hundreds of years earlier, being posted online with a caption like "Yeah this is Bleebo from my favorite TV series 'Bleebo' <3"

[ndostairlyrium]

WIP Wednesday ✨

IN TIME, this time. About time! Tags at the bottom

some cass <3 lav sketches, I'm currently painting the outfit on the right with poor chances of succeding (purples and cool greys are involved) u-u

hopefully I'll end up being historically coherent this time lmao (I'm eyeing Cosmé Tura because there are some interesting things in his pieces but I'm trying my best to stay in Venice for Josie *sprays water @ Estensi*). Also I'm tempted to change the pose and Leli may be seen from behind because, um, archer back? Archer back. I mostly see pics in which she's thin and dainty but like Give this girl those luscious back muscles she deserves pls

More outfits for the troubled child. So far these are my least favorite but! We keep going until I can replace the other document in full since it needs an update

Luckily, I have time to finish something this weekend ;u;

Tagging (w no obligation): @greypetrel @shivunin @melisusthewee @underneathestars @daggerbean @layalu @herearedragons

[chokegods]

i’m thinking many thoughts

[prolibytherium]

The assumption that modern (read: abstract) artists are all or mostly rich people whose wealth, free time, and social mobility is solely responsible for allowing them to paint Line On Canvas or etc and therefore the "I could do that" sentiment is like rooted in class struggle or whatever is funny to me

I don't disagree that part of the "I could do that" impulse is sometimes about seeing the (TINY minority) of that art that actually sells for more money than you make in a year, having the impression that it's low effort low skill garbage, and feeling frustration in that, but it's just not accurate to think modern (abstract, which is what people mean) art is Like That in any capacity that any other art form is not

[rollercoasterwords]

Please indulge me, I’m very visual… all the while you’ve been writing ATWMD, are there any actors or musicians you’re thinking of that best represent how you’d imagine the characters to look like?

no i’m sorry i am not a fancast person 🤧 i don’t picture celebs etc when i’m writing i just imagine guys in my head…but there are some lovely artists who have made art for wfrau if u want to get a visual that way! @lyr-caelum @theinvisiblemuseum and @queerfeardear have all made art which i’ve embedded in the fic & u can also scroll thru my #fic art tag to find it there!

[f1-stuff]

Bahrain Testing ‘23 // Day 3

[crowned-peony]

tomorrow ♡

[hoodie-prince-kid]

im not doing her justice at all, but i felt the need to draw this supposed goddess of fate who appeared in my dreams last night. does anyone recognize her or did my subconscious make her up entirely?