#or if what you're exposed to in your formative years is what defines and shapes that. I guess that's a difficult long-studied question

[vimbry]

the term penis music always makes me think of the period of time when I was absolutely enamoured by and rewatched over and over again this one video for a song that can, quite literally, be described as penis music

[livebeforeyoulearn]

Kiss It Off Me

Warnings: Smut, 18+

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: Alexia kisses away your insecurities.

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The bathroom is still, the air cool against your skin, the mirror reflecting your bare body back at you in quiet scrutiny. Every line, every curve, every imperfection is laid out in front of you, stark and unfiltered. You find yourself standing there longer than you intended, your eyes tracing the familiar shape of your waist, the gentle swell of your hips, the fullness of your chest. In the privacy of this moment, there's no one to judge but yourself, but that’s the hardest part.

Your body is ordinary, a normal woman’s body – there’s nothing wrong with it. But the longer you look, the more you find yourself nitpicking. The soft flesh of your stomach, the way your thighs touch, the slight roundness that clings to your form. It’s not that you hate your body. You’ve lived in it, loved it at times, but tonight, it feels… inadequate.

And then the comparisons creep in, uninvited but persistent. Alexia – she’s built differently. Her body, honed from years of training and discipline, is strong, defined in ways yours could never be. You’ve seen her in moments of vulnerability, caught glimpses of her when she wasn’t thinking about how her body looked. The firmness of her abs, the sleek power in her thighs, the sculpted muscles in her arms that ripple under her skin when she moves so effortlessly. She’s athletic, a picture of strength and control, and suddenly you can’t help but wonder: what if your softness doesn’t appeal to her?

The thought sends a tightness curling in your stomach. What if she wants someone more toned, more disciplined? Someone whose body reflects the same kind of rigorous care and precision she pours into her own? What if she looks at you and wishes for something more – more muscle, a slimmer waist, more definition? The thoughts twist and coil, each one gnawing at your sense of self until you're left feeling small, insecure, vulnerable.

The weight of it presses down on you, heavy and suffocating, until you hear footsteps, soft but distinct, approaching the bathroom door. Alexia. Her presence is immediately recognisable, even in the muted sound of her movements. She stops just outside, and you feel your breath catch in your throat. For a moment, there’s silence, and then a gentle knock on the door.

"Hey... are you okay in there?" Her voice is warm, tinged with a hint of concern, as though she can already sense that something isn’t right. She must have noticed the lack of sound – the water isn’t running, and there’s no sign of you moving around.

Your heart lurches, panic bubbling up alongside the insecurity. You’re not ready for her to see you like this. You’re not sure you’ll ever be ready. You force yourself to respond, but your voice betrays you – shaky, uncertain.

"Yeah, everything’s fine."

The words come out unconvincing, hollow. There’s a pause on the other side of the door, and you can almost hear her thinking, weighing whether or not to push further. Her hesitation is brief before she speaks again, this time softer, more tentative.

"Can I come in?"

Your pulse quickens at the question, panic now seeping into your chest. You glance around, your mind scrambling for an excuse, something – anything – that will explain why you can’t let her in. But nothing comes to mind. The only thing you can think of is that you’re naked. Completely, utterly exposed.

"I– " You begin, your words faltering. “I’m naked.”

Before you can protest further, you hear it – a soft, muffled chuckle from the other side of the door, warm and affectionate, as though she’s amused by your hesitation.

"It’s fine," she reassures, her voice light, gentle. "I don’t mind."

Of course she doesn’t mind. Why would she? You’ve seen parts of each other before, shared moments of intimacy that, while tender, had never escalated to this. But this is different. This is full exposure, in every sense of the word.

You swallow hard, feeling the lump in your throat grow as your hand reaches for the lock, trembling slightly. There’s a moment of hesitation as you grip the cool metal, your body tense with anticipation, before you finally, reluctantly, turn it. The lock clicks softly, and you step back, your heart racing in your chest.

The door creaks open, slowly at first, as if even Alexia is aware of the tension that hangs in the air. When she steps inside, her eyes find yours immediately, her expression soft and curious. She takes in the sight of you standing there, arms crossed over your chest in a vain attempt to shield yourself from her gaze. Her eyes, warm and filled with affection, sweep over you with a quiet intensity that makes your breath hitch.

She smiles gently, her head tilting slightly as she looks at you, her voice a soft murmur. "Why do you look so nervous?"

The question is simple, but it catches you off guard. How can you explain the tangle of thoughts swirling in your head? The insecurities that have crept up on you, uninvited and unwelcome? You try to speak, but your words come out in fragments, stammering and uncertain.

"I just… I don’t know," you mutter, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

Alexia’s gaze lingers on you, her eyes narrowing slightly, not in frustration but in understanding. She steps closer, her presence comforting yet powerful, and reaches out for your arms. When her hands gently rest on yours, coaxing them away from your chest, you hesitate for a moment before allowing her to take them in her grip.

"You don’t need to hide from me," she whispers, her thumbs brushing small, soothing circles on the backs of your hands. "You’re beautiful."

The words are simple, yet they strike you deeply. You want to believe her. You want to take comfort in her reassurances, but the weight of your own doubts is heavy. You lower your gaze, unable to meet her eyes as the words slip out before you can stop them.

"I just feel… insecure," you confess, your voice barely above a whisper. "You’re perfect, and I’m just… me."

There’s a brief silence, and then a soft, almost resigned sigh escapes Alexia. When you glance up at her, you’re met with a smile – soft, understanding, and full of something deeper, something that makes your heart ache in your chest.

"And I love you being just you," she says, her voice steady and sure. "That’s what I’m drawn to. That’s what makes you… you."

Her words settle around you like a comforting blanket, and when she cups your chin gently in her hand, tilting your face up to meet hers, you feel the tension in your body start to melt away, slowly but surely. Her eyes search yours, and then, without another word, she leans in, her lips meeting yours in a kiss that is soft and tender, yet filled with an intensity that makes your heart race.

The kiss deepens, her lips moulding perfectly against yours, and you let yourself sink into it, into the warmth of her touch. When she pulls back, her lips still hovering just above yours, her breath mingling with yours, she whispers, her voice low and intimate.

"Can I show you how much I love you? For you, not just for what you look like?"

Your heart skips a beat at the question, the vulnerability in her words wrapping around you like a warm embrace. You nod, a small, tentative movement, and her smile returns, soft and full of adoration. She leans in to kiss you again, this time slower, more deliberate, her lips moving against yours with a tenderness that makes your chest tighten.

Her kisses trail away from your lips, moving across your face, each one more gentle than the last. She kisses the tip of your nose, your closed eyelids, your forehead, her lips brushing against your skin with reverence. Each kiss is like a promise, a quiet reassurance that she sees you – truly sees you – and loves every part of you.

When her lips reach the curve of your neck, you feel a shiver run down your spine. Her breath is warm against your skin, and the soft press of her lips sends a wave of warmth through your body. She lingers there for a moment, her lips moving slowly, tenderly, before she continues downward, her hands sliding over your hips, guiding you gently back against the cool counter.

Her lips trail lower, over your collarbone, her kisses becoming more insistent, more purposeful. Your breath hitches as her mouth finds your chest, her lips pressing softly against the sensitive skin. When she kisses the swell of your breasts, her touch is filled with such reverence, such care, that it makes your stomach flutter.

Your heart races as her kisses continue, each one sending a spark of warmth through your body. Her hands, steady and sure, glide down your sides, her fingers tracing the curve of your waist. You gasp softly when her mouth moves lower, her kisses now trailing down your stomach, each one making your skin tingle in anticipation.

When her lips reach the heat between your thighs, she pauses, her eyes flicking up to meet yours. The look she gives you is one of pure adoration, her gaze soft but intense, and when you part your legs for her, her smile widens ever so slightly. She leans in, placing a soft, lingering kiss just above your core, her breath warm against your skin.

The first touch of her tongue is gentle, exploratory, as if she’s savouring the moment. You gasp, your hands flying to the counter beneath you, gripping the edge as your body tenses in response to the intimate contact. Alexia’s hands are steady on your hips, her fingers firm yet gentle as she holds you in place. Her touch is confident, reassuring, a grounding presence against the building storm of sensation.

Her tongue moves slowly at first, teasing, tracing a path through your folds with a softness that makes your breath stutter. It’s almost too much, the intensity of the moment, the intimacy of it, but then she quickens the pace, her movements becoming more deliberate, more focused. Each flick of her tongue sends a jolt of pleasure coursing through you, her lips pressing firmly against your most sensitive places. Your legs tremble involuntarily, and you have to fight to keep yourself standing upright, leaning heavily against the counter for support.

Alexia seems to sense this, and her hands tighten around your hips, anchoring you, holding you steady as her tongue delves deeper. The way she moves is both precise and passionate, as though she’s fully absorbed in the act of pleasing you. There’s a rhythm to it now – her mouth working expertly, her tongue gliding over your core in a way that makes your entire body hum with pleasure.

A soft moan escapes your lips, unbidden, and you feel your knees begin to weaken. The sensations are overwhelming, building higher and higher with each stroke of her tongue, with every tender kiss she presses against you. It’s as though she’s everywhere at once – her mouth, her hands, her breath – and it’s consuming, intoxicating.

You can feel yourself nearing the edge, your body tightening in response to the growing pressure. Alexia’s mouth works faster now, her tongue moving with more intensity, and you can’t hold back the sounds that escape you. Your fingers dig into the counter, your knuckles turning white as your body begins to tremble under the force of the pleasure she’s giving you.

Her grip on your hips is strong, steady, as she holds you in place, her tongue never faltering. She knows exactly how to unravel you, exactly where to touch, exactly how to bring you to the brink. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, your body trembling, and you feel the tension coil tighter and tighter inside you until it snaps.

Your release washes over you in waves, intense and powerful, and you cry out, your body shaking with the force of it. Alexia doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up. She continues, her tongue still moving, her mouth still working against you, coaxing every last bit of pleasure from your body. You can feel yourself tightening around her, the pleasure cresting again and again, until finally, you have to reach down, your fingers threading through her hair, pulling her back gently as the sensation becomes too much.

She looks up at you, her lips glistening, her face flushed with warmth and satisfaction. Her eyes meet yours, and there’s something almost reverent in the way she looks at you, as if she’s in awe of you, of this moment. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips before she stands, her hands sliding up your body as she rises.

When she reaches your face, her fingers cup your cheeks gently, and she leans in, pressing her lips to yours in a soft, tender kiss. You can taste yourself on her lips, the warmth of her mouth mingling with your own, and the intimacy of it sends a shiver down your spine.

“You’re perfect,” she whispers against your lips, her voice soft but full of conviction. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted… and more.”

Her words wrap around you, comforting, soothing the last remnants of insecurity that linger in your mind. You feel the weight of her love in every word, in every kiss, in every touch, and for the first time in what feels like hours, you allow yourself to believe her.

Alexia smiles again, her hands still cradling your face, and you can’t help but smile back. It’s a small smile at first, tentative, but it grows as she presses her forehead against yours, her breath mingling with yours in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

“I find you so beautiful,” she murmurs, her voice low, almost a whisper. “Every single part of you.”

Your chest tightens at her words, a wave of emotion rising up inside you. You don’t know how to respond, how to express the gratitude, the love you feel in this moment, so you do the only thing you can – you kiss her. It’s a soft, lingering kiss, filled with all the emotion you can’t put into words, and when you pull back, you see the warmth in her eyes, the love shining in her gaze.

She pulls you into her arms, holding you close, her body warm and solid against yours. You rest your head on her shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of her chest, the reassuring beat of her heart. Her fingers trace soothing patterns on your back, and you close your eyes, letting yourself relax fully into her embrace.

All your insecurities, all your doubts seem to fade away, replaced by the overwhelming certainty that Alexia loves you – not just for how you look, but for who you are. And that’s all that matters.

You stay like that for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside the bathroom forgotten. The quiet intimacy of the moment lingers, a sense of peace settling over you both as the warmth of her love surrounds you.

And in that silence, you finally feel free. Free to be yourself, free to love and be loved, just as you are.

[seven-meds]

Hi!

I love your art and I am extremely enamored by the beauty of your writing !

That being said, I am an artist as well and I feel like I have been stuck in a creative rut and I don’t know how to get to out ? Do you have an advice on breaking out of the hole and as well do you suggest drawing everyday as a method to keep up with skill?

Thank you so much <3

Thanks so much! I considered this for a while. Giving artistic advice, whether broad or targeted, is always difficult. It's too nebulous of a process for rules but everyone still has such a strong opinion on what the rules should be. 

In my experience, lulls are beneficial when seen from the correct perspective and then taken advantage of. Endless production is antithetical to all art that is not corporate in nature, and lack of inspiration means you will benefit from something often overlooked: new experiences and engagement with new things. Though if you do want to feel productive, take a sketchbook and a pen to a public area and draw what you see for an hour or two. You likely won't be inspired but you will feel accomplished.

Historically, artists took extended periods of time away from creating in order to experience life and take in the world, its people, and themselves. Not always willingly; some were torn away and sent to war, fled their homeland, or were imprisoned, enslaved, or institutionalized. And there are those who spent long periods of time bedridden by illness or injury. But whether their experiences were gained by choice, by force, or by nature, their time away from art is what ended up shaping what they made. Drawing in isolation will sharpen a skill, but it's through repeated use of that skill to translate your experiences that your art improves.

An artist's goal is communication first and foremost. This is why drawing daily on its own cannot make anyone a better artist. It will eventually lead toward some sort of technical prowess, but technical prowess with no voice is fairly pointless and very dull. Ideally, the development of voice will precede the development of technical skill and the two become honed in tandem. What you want to say should define what you need to learn. If you are developing an understanding of your own intentions then you are already a step ahead of the artist who is focusing solely on their ability to draw a head from every angle. 

It's beneficial to conceptualize art as a series of choices rather than a display of objective prowess. The more experiences you have and the more educated you are, the more sophisticated your choices become. You'll also find that you're able to analyze and appreciate (or criticize) the choices of other artists, increasing the enjoyment of engaging with art as a whole. You'll then be led toward more complex and unique work as you become bored with things that salivate over their own palatability. You may also find that art you've passed over before suddenly begins to speak to you.

Spend time exposing yourself to new art, ideally from large swathes of eras, places, and forms, including art that communicates things uncomfortable, disturbing, or offensive to you. Delve into the history of the artists and works you enjoy (or hate) in order to fully understand what's being said and why. If you currently find yourself interacting solely with contemporary art delivered largely via algorithm or advertisement that elicits feelings of familiarity and comfort, you should recognize that as a limitation. You are certainly free to work within it, but you will stumble into inspiration more quickly through exposure to different ideas.

It's also a good time to interact with others, if possible (even from a distance), and to look into topics completely divorced from art. Enrich yourself in many ways. The world is so vast and full of so much. What can you experience and learn that will make you yearn to communicate again? 

Try not to waste years studying aimlessly. Develop an interest, a concept, an idea, an experience, and then work toward communicating it effectively. You will learn as you develop new pieces (because you will put effort and energy into targeted research and study), and those pieces will become more complex in both substance and technique. 

Good luck!

[legallybrunettedotcom]

hello, i hope that you are good and not to bother with this ask! i was wondering about the role of the filmmaker (this artistic career in particular just because cinema is the art form i prefer) in the world we live in today. i remember reading one year ago that xavier dolan had decided to retire because “the world is on fire” and reading today that he’s working on his next movie. i know art can be a protest, a wake up call, a testimony of what happens or even a reminder of everything worthy of notice in the world. but at the end of the day is it just our ego that pushes us to make a movie? don’t we all want to make a tangible difference for the good in the world? i hope i explained myself, and this is in no way an attack, i just wanted to know your opinion since i think we share a sincere love for cinema

bye <3

Hi! It's not a bother at all, I love this. I often find myself thinking about this as well. What is an artist's true motivation behind art? I think we can hear them say many words, but ultimately will never know what is at its very core. Why do we even share art with others? If it's such a solitary and intimate act and experience and we are "doing it for ourselves" why not just make it and never share it? I think social media and capitalism has made these intentions muddied and conversations complex. I think because it seems like everything is about profit that we have become a bit cynical about art and artists. Is art a monologue or a dialogue? Are we truly having a conversation?

When Xavier Dolan made that retirement statement, I understood what he was feeling, making a film does seem insignificant. Millions and millions of dollars are invested in making of a film and it often results in something that isn't very good. I think "times like these" or "world today" to signify bleakness and hopelessness of the world isn't something that really exists. Life and world have always been wrecked with turbulence and tragedy, but you, me, are getting older, more informed, more caring and the more you care the greater the fear, one that you have to fight to not give into.

He said about his new project that “It feels removed from my life and what I know but on re-reading it, I understood that it is a film about the fear of failure, the fear of being rejected, of being misunderstood, the difficulty of creating." He made his first film when he was 19 and he did so much in span of like 10 years, and was lauded as this kid genius, Cannes prizes left and right, but also criticism which is inevitable if you're in the filmmaking business. It comes with the territory and is something you have to accept, but of course it's a difficult thing to be like "yeah, fine, it's great how you just talked shit about my movie." Clearly it took a toll on him and he decided to back out.

If I remember correctly in his retirement statement/interview he was pretty vocal about his filmmaking insecurities, lack of success, is anyone going to see this? will they like it? etc etc which brings up the topic of success and ambition. Being ambitious and wanting to be successful aren't inherently bad things, but we cannot ignore how capitalism is shaping these two, re-defining them, the images of success it evokes.

His statement was also political. Is all art political? I don't know, but I know politics influence many areas of life. Through film we are exposed to so many different experiences and have the opportunity and choice to emphatize. Some of those films carry humanity's greatest tragedies and suffering. I don't think we can draw a clear line between a film and a larger societal change, like drawing a line from A to B to C and so on. It's a drop in the ocean, the wave. We are all part of history, of a specific reality, culture etc. that we can't detach ourselves from. Are there films that are revolutionary and ground-breaking? Of course, but they don't exist in a vacuum.

The question of is it just ego that pushes someone to make a movie is, I think, something that we'll never get an answer to, I doubt anyone will admit to that outloud. And even if they did someone can appear to fiercely and loudly fight you saying "it was never about me."

Why do you make the things you make? I feel like very few people go into a creative endeavour with a clear motivation. There are some noble and profound intentions, but a thread of irrationality is always present.

I think this is always an interesting topic, but ultimately one without a clear answer. It's something that we can dissect to the point of absurdity. It's a conversation that we should have, that is fun to have, but also "meaningless". From the beginning of time we can tell humans love stories and we can philosophize and analyze all we want, but, if I can be sentimental, I am just so glad we have soooo much art out there and I am so glad humans decided to invent movies and I hope we never stop making them!

Feel free to share more of your thoughts!

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[sirravenous2]

#D/s

#DdLg

#NSFW

#bdsm

#babygirl

#Daddywaiting

About Me:

I'm half a century young, Generation 80's teen.

Been around the world twice, talked to everyone once.

Divorced for 5 years now.

Single

Sadist

Tantric

Heterosexual

Sapiosexual

Demisexual

Monogamous

180lbs

6'0

Hobbies- Riding my Sportster 1200c

Absolutely know who I am, a lover of life once again.

My 8sopation by choice for a year allowed me to find me; learn myself and to find out how I saw who I am alone, looking into the mirror.

Hating the Motherfucker looking back at me.

The pain in the eyes (wow! Sky blue/hint of pearl gray!), My head got heavy looking down with a 5 second movie in my head of my life trudging, fighting through climbing each step each day, the losses & tragedies behind me scattered as if it was my personal Global thermal nuclear war path looked misty dark, earth around each of my casualties crumbling in, bad luck, following and what terrified me. Someone or Something else's Karma stalking me preying upon me pouncing every fuckin time I stepped easy.

Looking up back in the mirror I begin the needed conversation.

From cold heavy dark isolation to a serene solitude.

I see exactly what I have been. I see my physique sculpted in a gradual defined tone, bulky muscle, trimmed middle weight in a light- heavyweight form. It's been a while since I saw this guy. Half a century wise, Quarter of a century shape, stamina off the chain & endurance that I wish I could bottle & sell. Healing with frequency and vibration now celebrating the son I buried, for the life I was in until he left us. Loving all I am & laughing with myself again. Looking back however I'm never looking back again that's far enough to trip me, but I can't see the dark karmic shape anymore.

Now a year past, I thought would be another portion of my livelihood and life gone, my time rapidly trying to finish.

But instead I gained the best version of me that I've ever been.

My worth - Priceless

My passionate honest selfless heart - more full than ever, and pumping bass you can feel a mile away.

Heading to claim my new kingdom, starting life with nothing but my Harley, a bag of my clothes and necessities wearing my same crown, and it shines & gleams as bright as my hopes, straight as my determination to leap from the bottom to the top in a single bound!

I am also surveying my new land focusing on a Princess & ready to seek out the lock that this wonderful endowed throbbing pulsating key turns.

Babygirl???????

Your King is reborn.

Your Daddy is waiting for you little girl.

You scramble against the experienced King, The last man that will ever be pinning you down from this point on.

Daddy only allowing you enough space for you to see his enchanting sky blue eyes that turn deeper blue.

Your eyes open wide, your chest rises & falls in a race.

My powerful hands and legs hold you against the bed, my knee spreading your thighs with a sudden force. A smirk across my face my pulse 290 but a faint calm breathing almost not as I gaze falling into your eyes to your vulnerable soul. A movement with only my thumb & 2 first fingers rip the seam of your pants, exposing your erotic pretty panties, they are drenched in your sweet glistening glazed nectar, sliding two fingers inside you leaning in eyes locked 8 press our lips & bodies together while the roughness of my fingers tantalize your wet hole stimulating each 8nner erogenous point edging you closer again and again. Other hand wraps around your gorgeous little girl throat, my controlled strong touch leaving marks across your skin.

Your King leans down and bites your inner thigh as you squirm in my protective tight grasp, you're so lovely loud moaning out from the pleasure & pain, shivers electrifying from your writhing little body now begging for me to plunge inside you stretching you, unlocking you & you know I am your oe, your only Daddy and your true Key.

I can't wait to meet you!

But this Lion has nothing but patience.

This is the beginning after trust is earned, I'm very real & don't play games.

Now crawl to me slowly down on all fours, you will respect your Daddy, He will love you right & nurture you to your best self.

And bust your bratty ass when you need it without inhibition or hesitation.

[mythicalninjas]

Em Uma Noite - Part 1

(In One Night) Donnie X Fem!Reader.

Warnings: +18—smut, dirt words.

It is my first time writing a smut fic. Hope you enjoy!

Donatello has a deep love with you, even though before you both started to date years ago. The way he glances and stares at you at moments when you are not aware—but you could feel—is delight, and also it might be predatory, depending of his mood.

Lust is something he doesn't talk, but show. And you know exactly when he wants to play. His desire for your body is aroused if you are vulnerable at moments like exposing your bare skin too much. For example, your outfit right now: a comfort clothing for hot days—and nights. Lightweight clothing is your favorite; setin short and tank top set, which defines the curve of your breasts perfectly. Of course, you didn't choice this outfit purposely to tease your boyfriend, but feel cool in this hot day.

You knew it will take you to something, but you have no idea it will make you undergo to an unexpected moment.

"I'm coming to your home tonight after patrol. Love you". You read the message, a smirk curling over your lips.

It's a long time since you both do not have some fun, and you are determined to make this situation even more exciting. A kinky to be appreciated. Is excruciating spending a while away from him, and you could imagine he thinks the same. The way he wrote that message clearly show he has an only one wish: you.

You glanced at a vintage watch that your mom gave you as a birthday gift. It's almost 11pm, a little late than he is usually to come. But you know your boyfriend very well; late or not, he always keep his promise to be with you.

Looking down at your exposed legs, you picture his long-hard cock peneteating into your cunt. Automatically you slid your hand between your thighs, a soft moan escaped from your throat, head throwing back slowly, mouth agape. When the naughty thoughts dissipated, you tilted your head straight again, wishing your boyfriend's presence to utmost. And he is.

"Donnie..." You uttered, shocked by a tall-darkened shape standing right before your window, like a statue observing your actions silently.

You love his ninja skills. It gives you a feeling of being watched over all the time, wherever you'd be.

"Already having fun without me?" Donnatello queried, his predatory gaze devouring your form, as paranormal force forcing you to stay still; like a demon hypnotizing its victim in sleep paralysis. This terrapin has his secrets, and you don't dare want to know, because if do, it might "scare" you.

With light and slow steps, Donnie stare into your wide eyes, a shameless smirk curling over his lips; moving his hips sensually. You knew he is doing it by purpose to tease you before the real fun. It's incredible how hot this mutant can be in moment like this, totally different from that genius you're used to know. And you are here, witnessing his other side. As he aproaches you, your eyes run over his body; slim but well-toned muscles contracting and relaxing under the green rough skin, his wonderful abdomen, his sexy long legs... and finally a breathetaking protuberance between his legs.

"Is my little friend letting someone embarassed or too excited?" the mutant questioned purposely, a shamelsss cocky smile appearing on his lips.

Son of a bitch.

As Donatello aproaches you, his predatory gaze devoures your tensed form. You fought against the urge of shake your legs as a wave of shiver run down your spine. He noticed that, he noticed that you are nervous and impacient at same time. As soon as he stops right in front of you, looking down at your wide eyes, he reaches out his hand and ran his thick finger over your soft skin of your naked arm.

"Marvelous". He murmmured, a pair of amber eyes following wherever he moves his green finger, taking a mental note of each part of your arm and collar bone. With that, carefully and sightly, his rough green fingers warped around your neck, forcing your point of view up to his. What a monsterous beauty you're seeing.

Two little buttons make effort to be visible through the fabric of your upper clothing, calling the mutant's attention immediatelly while his tongue wet his dry lips.

"I think they want attention" he said, rolling his eyes back to yours. And you know exactly about what is he taking about. "I wanna suck 'em so badly". Then, with that, Donnie lows his head towards you and smach his mouth against yours, which your carven invites his dominance automatically. It's eerie of how much experience he has in kissing, just a match of tongues make your knees jelly and core on fire.

Donatello put his free hand behind your back while the other keep your head in place by your neck. You whimpered, feelings his strenght forcing you to press against his hard plastron and feel his rock member. "Room. Now" he groaned quietly, releasing your fragile form from his prison. You obeyed, turning your back to him and heading to your save and warm place. You could feel his stare at you like a predator watching over its prey; it's frightening yet turning your back with a predator right behind you with its eyes clued right at your back, ready to give a strike.

You look back at him, who shut the door behind as soon as he enter into the dark room.

You knew what he wants, and you would start to do what he longs. You grabbed the edge of your tank top and lift it. "No." His voice echoed through the sultry room, your half-exposed tummy being eyed intensily "If you wanna do it, do slowly" Donatello sat on the edge of your bed, straight posture, hands on thighs, eyes on you.

As you wish.

Clothe by clothe, your body is begginig to be full bare in front of him; like a renaissance sculpture in meat and bone in his presence. Soon your breasts pop out free with its nipples hard, the perfection of your curves lining around your shape.

Donatello couldn't be more astonishing than now, he is thankful for having someone like you in his life.

He doesn't care about the perfect body. He loves you the way you are.

"My queen".

You smiled timidly, lowering your head, cheeks blushing.

"Come here..." the nerdy mentioned with his finger, his voice calm and relaxed. The pair of amber eyes clued on you as your frame approaches. God, he freaks love you. As soon as you are standing right in front of him, his both hands landed over both sides of your hips, sliding up and down delicatedly above your skin, the tender of his touch chilling your nerves. So, as you expected, his three-fingered hands stop on your breasts, his eyes analizying each detail of your sexy mounts. You knew what he was doing; this mutant scientist appreciates doing his studying and making conclusions before the grand finale.

You squeaked as Donatello pulls you to sit on his lap.

"How dare you being so sexy?" He groaned, cupping your buttocks, face-to-face with you.

"All just for you." you winked, the tall terrapin pulls you closer to put his open mouth over your right breast, a squeak runs out from your lips. Licking, kissing, sucking. Donattelo makes his magic; and you reacting the way he loves.

Begginig for more.

"Donnie...".

His eyes lift to your face, noticing a familiar desire patterned over your feature; he doesn't speak, just waited for the next words.

"Don't stop".

[shiiko529]

sometimes my brain does this thing, where it comes up with an idea (or partial idea) and the only way i can finally stop thinking about it is to write it down

this is what my brain shat out most recently - set in a D&D-ish AU

i think anyone who bothers to read can figure out who is who. if not, read the tags

enjoy! (or dont, w/e)

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    Pale lavender eyes snapped open, another had come for his treasure. He watched from his perch as a lone figure entered the tower he had claimed as his home many years ago. The figure was clad in mostly white robes and carrying a glowing staff. 

    "A needle in a haystack." the mage sighed, seeing the huge pile of gold and jewels. He raised his staff as high as he could, increasing the amount of light coming from it and using a second spell to keep it floating in the air. 

    He tensed, readying to strike, as the human stepped closer to his hoard. The figure knelt, reaching forward and started digging through the gold. As soon as the mage pocketed what wasn't his, his life was forfeit. The lavender eyes blinked in confusion, instead of scooping the treasure into his pockets the human was simply pushing it to the side as he dug deeper into the pile, clearly looking for something specific. His anger at the intrusion shifted to curiosity, wondering what the mage was looking for, he remained silent, watching intently. 

    Several hours passed without a single piece of treasure finding its way into the human's pocket or a single hint as to what he was after. The mage stood and stretched before reclaiming his staff and leaving. 

    It was midmorning when the white clad figure returned to continue sifting through the hoard of gold. This time the mage had brought a small bag with him, the smell of bread and fruit wafted up to his perch; the human obviously expected to be there a while.

    Suddenly the mage cried out, his digging had exposed what appeared to be a small, cone shaped piece of gold. Slowly a pale hand reached out and pulled the piece free from under the pile. A moment later, the thin shoulders drooped as the rest of the item was revealed. There was a frustrated groan as the object was tossed aside.

    The lavender eyes narrowed, that was the clue he needed to figure out what the intruder was searching for. Silently he uncoiled himself and descended the tower.

    "Looking for something?"

    The mage jumped, nearly falling over at the sudden voice from behind him. He turned, heart pounding in his ears, eyes wide. The mage was young, barely more than a boy, not that he was very good at estimating human age.

    The voice belonged to a large, brown dragon. A dragon that was between him and the only exit from the tower. A dragon that could easily reach out and kill him with a single swipe of his claws. The boy was suddenly acutely aware of how much danger he was in, having been lulled into a false sense of security by the silence of the previous day. He swallowed nervously, as he realized that the bones that were piled in the corner were from other adventurers who had disturbed the dragon. Even if he had wanted to fight, his staff was out of reach, severely limiting his options. 

"Calm down. I'm not going to kill you. You're… interesting. Any other of your kind would have been shoveling my treasure into a bag, whether it was what he was looking for or not."

The dragon's form shifted, contracting, taking on a new shape, until he looked human. Even in human form, the 'man' was rather imposing, with broad shoulders and extremely well defined muscles. While able to change his shape and take human form, the dragon apparently was unable to alter his colouring, or the scars scattered across his body, mostly on his back and upper arms and legs, with one marring the right side of his face.

He was also completely naked.

"Um… do you have any clothing?" The boy asked, blushing, as he accepted the dark hand that lifted him to his feet as though he weighed nothing.

"Haha! Humans."

[sillyrabbit81]

Her Heavy Cross

Summary: Three years after tragedy hits, Lana she decides to start dating again. She meets Will through a dating app and they begin an online romance. After months of constant requests, Lana relents and agrees to meet and go on an irl date with Will. But is Will who he says he is? Lana is quickly pulled into an intense relationship forcing her to confront her tragic past. Will Lana face it or will she close her heart forever?

Pairing: OMC x OFC

Word Count: approx 3k

Warnings: Smut, swearing, slight Dom vibes, mentions of various kinks

Authors Note: The story started as a Henry Cavill fanfiction but I changed it to be an original character, but shades of Henry are still there. Hope you enjoy the story and thanks for reading.

Part 7 Part 9

Part 8

"Ask me again," Liam said, stroking my hair. His eyes were hooded as he stared into mine. Liam's voice almost sounded like he was begging. He had heard me.

I swallowed. Did I still want to? Yes, I did. But the words were stuck now. "Do you have a condom?" I said instead. He pointed to a couple of packets on my bedside. "You're prepared, a regular Boy Scout." I tried to lighten the mood.

But Liam wasn't going to be diverted. "Do you still want me to fuck you?" His lips and chin glistened, wet from me. I wanted to lick his lips.

I didn't play around this time. No hesitation, I wanted him. "Yes. I want you to fuck me."

Liam's lips crushed mine, his passion seemingly not controlled anymore. I kissed him back with as much fervour as he had given me, tasting myself on his lips.

I reached between our bodies and found him. I held him in my hand, working him, feeling how hard he was. Liam gasped, breaking our kiss. He watched my hand as it moved. I wanted to put it in my mouth, feel it with my tongue, make him cum.

My arousal made me brave, and I had an idea. "Can I put the condom on?" Liam nodded. For once, it appeared he was the one who couldn't speak. "Pass me one?" He did. "Should I use my hands or mouth?"

He blinked several times. "Sorry?" He managed to say.

"Should I put the condom on with my hands?" Liam shook his head. "With my mouth?" Liam nodded. "Say it." I grinned, teasing and throwing his own words back at him. I opened the wrapper.

Liam took a moment, then his eyes narrowed, and his look was savage. He spoke with a deep gravelly voice, "put it on with your very sexy, very fuckable and completely filthy mouth." Heat rushed between my legs.

I indicated he should roll over, and I positioned myself between his thighs. This was the first time I had really seen Liam naked, not just catching a quick glimpse. I took a moment to take it in. He was so fucking stacked with great, thick, muscular legs. His chest was massive, broad and well defined. His pecs stood out, as did his lats which seemed to fan-out from his back like little wings when he put his arms behind his head. His abs were like a washboard, firm and hard. His classic v-shaped body was just, well, fucking amazing.

"Enjoying the sights?" Liam asked.

"Oh, yes, very much. Over here is nice." I said as I kissed one of his pectorals. "Over here is quite satisfactory," I kissed just above his belly button. "I quite like this bit here." I licked the crease at the top of Liam's thighs and continued down.

"Oh, fucking hell." Liam's whole body jumped. Sensitive area, I noted to myself.

I kissed his thigh and trailed my kisses up to his balls. I took one in my mouth, sucking gently and massaging it with my tongue. Liam seemed to hiss, and I looked up at him to make sure I wasn't hurting him. Nope, his face didn't look in pain. I watched Liam as I took hold of his shaft.

I let him out of my mouth, then slowly licked my way up his sex, along the underside, all the way to the tip. His smooth skin felt good against my tongue. I tasted him, salty but not unpleasant. Liam swore and breathed my name.

I checked the condom, put it between my lips, pinching the end between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I held it there as I placed it onto the tip of Liam's erection. Using my lips, I unrolled the condom down his shaft.

Liam watched my every move as my mouth took him in. His eyes widened, and his jaw dropped as I nearly made it to the base of his cock before I had no room left in my mouth and did the last bit by hand.

"Where the fuck did you learn that?" Liam said when I finished.

I shrugged. "Uni," I said, trying to sound casual. My grin gave me away.

Liam made a half growl and half chuckle sound from his throat and flipped me onto my back. He took my breasts in his hands, squeezing them. He put his head between them, kissing them and feeling them against his bearded skin.

Then he changed position, his weight covered me, and I felt him against my entrance. He kissed me softly, almost sweetly, his tongue a tender probe in my mouth.

He put his face above mine. "Ready?" He asked. I nodded and kissed him in reply, pulling him closer.

He entered me slowly, gently, letting me get used to his size. He groaned in my mouth as I raised my hips and widened my legs to give him more access. "You're still so wet," he whispered into my mouth.

In a final thrust from us both, I felt our bodies meet. "Oh fuck, you're so tight." I deliberately contracted my core around him, holding him tight. I knew those pelvic floor exercises were good for something.

"Fucking hell!" He cried out as he put one hand on my hip and held me still a moment. With deliberate slowness, he pulled back and began to rock his hips. It was an agonisingly slow rhythm. He lifted his chest, rested his weight on his hand next to my head, and watched himself move in and out of me.

Although seeing him enjoy watching was, well fucking hot, it was too slow. I needed it harder, faster, rougher. I wanted it to hurt. I tried to move with him, encourage him to go faster, but he held me down with his hand on my hip. I tried to tell him I wanted more, but I couldn't get the words to form, so I did the only thing I could think of. I pulled his shoulder to my lips, and I bit him.

The growl that came from his throat made me clench up again, and I was worried I had hurt him. When my eyes met his, I saw they were dark with lust.

"So that's how you want it." He said. He grinned almost sadistically and roughly thrust into me.

"Oh fuck, yes," I called. Without pulling out, Liam lifted one of my legs and brought them together, forcing me to turn on my side. He got on his knees and leaned on his elbows over me.

"If you want it hard, then that's what you'll get." I was suddenly scared as I looked over my shoulder. His hair was wild, curls a mess. The first signs of perspiration were showing on his forehead. His eyes shined with desire. He looked sexy as fuck.

He didn't take it easy on me. Liam grunted with effort as he fucked me, the force of each thrust pushing me up the bed so much I had to brace my hands on the headboard. I rocked against him, our bodies colliding with a slap each time. One of Liam's hands reached between my legs, and his thumb made small circles against my clit. I felt myself get closer to the edge, but my climax was still painfully out of reach. I was so close.

Liam whispered in my ear, "you keep this up, and you're going to make me cum. I thought you were so fucking innocent, so fucking shy, but you're not, are you?" I shook my head. "You fucking love it. You love being fucked like this, don't you?" I nodded, words not coming out of my mouth, just incoherent, involuntary cries of pleasure and pain. The two sensations seemed to duel with one another, and the results were intoxicating.

Liam gripped my hair in his fist. He pulled back and exposed my neck, his thumb still strumming my spot. "Show me how much you love it. I want to feel you cum on my cock." He bit at my neck. It was what I needed to snap finally, and waves of pleasure filled me. Liam rode them out with me, and I could feel my orgasm milking him. "Fuck, that's so fucking good. You're so fucking good."

Letting out a guttural roar, Liam slammed himself deep within me. As my peak subsided, I felt his release. I watched, captivated as his body contracted, every muscle tight, a few beads of sweat ran down his face as he made his final thrusts deep. When it was over, the tension seemed to leave his body. He fell, spent and exhausted behind me, panting and pulling me close to his chest.

I wanted to stay in his arms and sleep. I'm sure Liam did too, as I heard his breath slowing, and he started to snore lightly. I wasn't sure I wanted to clean up his mess, so I kissed his cheek, and he woke up. "Liam, you better take that off."

He looked confused for a minute, and I pointed with my chin. "Oh shite, did I fall asleep?"

"Just for a minute," I said, smiling.

"Bloody hell girl, the things you do to me." He kissed my forehead and got up on wobbly legs, and went into my ensuite to clean himself up.

"Do you want to have a shower?" I called through the door, dragging my arse off the bed. My legs were a bit wobbly too, so I sat on the edge of the bed for trying to regain my equilibrium before getting up.

"Together?" He called out.

I smiled at the thought, remembering my earlier fantasy. "Sure."

He poked his head out. "I'll get the water going, shall I?"

"Sure, I'll grab you a towel. Do you want your bag?"

He did, so I got towels, and his bag then went into the bathroom.

My ensuite shower was big. Andy and I had renovated it about six months after moving in. The shower took up a whole wall, tiled with light grey marble in a herringbone style from floor to ceiling. There were two shower heads, one on each opposing wall. A tiled bench ran along the back wall, and there was a generous recessed space for soap and shampoo.

Liam had turned both sets of taps on, and the bathroom was rapidly steaming up. He was already in the shower, and I watched him while I pretended to get ready to go in. Liam's whole body was under the water, his head was tilted back, and his hand were in his hair, rinsing out the shampoo. His body was phenomenal with his smooth, lightly tanned skin and perfectly proportioned muscles. He looked so powerful, so strong, so determined, so fucking dominant.

He stepped out of the water and caught me staring. He stood there and let me look at him. I swallowed hard, opened the glass shower screen door, and went in.

The door was barely shut, and I felt Liam behind me, wrapping his arms around my middle. He sat on the bench and pulled me onto his lap. He kissed my back, and I let the heat of the water soothe me. I hummed contently, "this is nice."

Liam gave a short grunt of agreement. He let me go, put some body wash on my sponge, and washed my back before cleaning my arms and stomach. Then Liam washed my breasts, and I felt him stir. He couldn't be ready to go again. Could he?

Then he parted my legs and washed me there. Feeling exposed, I grabbed the sponge and told him that I'm quite capable of cleaning myself.

A smirk crept over Liam's face. "Back to being shy, are you? It's too late, Sweetheart. I know it's an act." Cue the furious blushing! "I don't know why you're so embarrassed. We did those things together."

"I know. It's not that. I mean, it is, but it's..." I sighed. I took a moment to work out what I wanted to say before continuing. "I get worried about the things I like in bed. I like just regular sex and making love with someone when you're in love. Sometimes you need that gentle intimacy, right? But I also like..." I trailed off, too self-conscious to continue.

"Can I wash your hair?" Liam asked. Grateful he didn't push the issue, I agreed and closed my eyes as he massaged my head. I wasn't thankful for long because then he said, "Tell me what you like."

"I don't know. I can't."

"I promise not to laugh."

"Or think I'm weird?"

"Unless it's necrophilia. That's probably over the line for me."

I made a face of disgust. "Well, it's not that." I drew in a deep breath. "I don't know. I like heaps of things. Some things are kind of BDSM, but not really. Others would be like a Daddy kink, but I don't like using that word. Some things are not that out there. It's just rough sex."

Liam was breathing hard. "Tell me more."

"I like hair pulling, as you have probably noticed" Liam chuckled at this and agreed. He kept massaging and washing my hair. "I like being told what to do, but in the bedroom only, I don't want it as a lifestyle. I like being called names, some degrading. I want to feel like the guy I'm with is strong enough to control me and own me in bed, but I don't want to always give in easily."

Liam tapped my bottom, indicating I should stand up. He got in front of me and guided my head under the water, tilting it back. I closed my eyes, and Liam started rinsing the shampoo out. "So I was right when I called you a brat last night."

"Yeah, probably." I conceded. Then I continued and couldn't stop talking. It was like a dam had burst, and it flowed out of me, shame retreating. "I like some pain, not whips, but I like spanking and light choking. I don't really like blindfolds, but I'm not against it. I like being tied up, not just with silks or fluffy handcuffs, like proper bondage tied up. I don't like being gagged. I like teasing and being teased. I almost always need direct clitoral stimulation to orgasm. I like being in control sometimes, but not the whole time. I..."

"Ok, that's enough for now." Liam interrupted. "If you keep talking, I'm going to be wanting a round two." I looked at Liam, and he was very much on his way to being ready. "Do you shampoo twice?" He asked, not at all embarrassed by barring up. I was amazed again at how comfortable he was in his skin.

"Yeah, usually."

He turned me around and washed my hair a second time. "What about you? What do you like?" I asked.

Liam cleared his throat, "I tend to like being rough. I also like slow and passionate with the right partner. I've not done some of the things you mentioned, like the bondage stuff. I do like blindfolding my partner. I don't really like calling my girlfriend names. I'd rather praise them for the naughty things they do. I love watching a girl cum. I like the power in that. I'm not bothered by the Daddy thing, but I'd rather be called by my name. Call it the actor in me, but I like a bit of role-playing."

"I haven't really done much of that," I interrupted. "What kind of role-playing?"

Liam turned me around to rinse off. "A bit of the old student and professor," I smiled at that imagining the possibilities. "One-night stand scenarios, non-consent play, the 'oh no, please don't, but please do' game. Some name-calling in that scenario could be fun, actually." I nodded in agreement.

"Conditioner?" Liam asked.

"Yeah, then comb it through."

"I like doing this too. I like taking care of my girlfriend, spoiling her. Making her feel comforted and safe."

Liam got my comb and ran it through my hair. I thought he had definitely done this before because he started combing the ends first before moving up. Then I registered the implication of what he had just said.

"Did you call me your girlfriend?"

"Is that a problem?"

Part of me wanted to say no, I'm not your girlfriend; I just met you. Another part of me said it felt right.

"It's very fast."

Although I wasn't looking at him, I could imagine him shrugging before he said, "I know what I want, and I want you."

"You don't know me that well."

"Well, I know you're full of surprises. You're funny and kind. You don't seem to want fame or clout. In fact, that seems to be something you actively avoid, so I don't think I have to worry about you using me for a career. You have a career, and you're settled. Cole likes you. You're beautiful and sexy. You have amazing tits and a spankable bottom. And most importantly," I could hear the laughter in his voice when he finished with, "you're an excellent shag."

"Most important, huh?"

"Rinse," Liam ordered as he turned me around. "I couldn't decide if having amazing tits or being an excellent shag was the most important." He winked and finished rinsing my hair. "I feel like a 12-year-old saying this, but I've got to ask. Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

"Let's just say we are exclusively seeing each other, with me being your girlfriend probably on the horizon."

"I can live with that." Liam bent down and kissed me on the nose.

Part 9