#meadow-mellow

[the4chambersofmystery]

#girls in their summer clothes #summer meadow #mellow yellow

[4chambersofmystery]

#summer meadow #mellow yellow #shades of light

[jellyjam]

I ❤️ random unammed background ponies that appear on screen for 5 seconds

(from the episode "honest apple")

#L things #mlp #my little pony #mlp: fim #was talking abt her in an mlp server im in and we came up with a few names for her #ambrosia leaf #mellow meadow #and my personal fave #mist elegance #she also looks a lot like tealove (a comic/toy character) #so i like to think they're twins :) #thus the tea related names

[aquastra]

Golden childhood

#dandelions #nature #wild #meadow #green #sunshine #spring #may #original photography #photographers on tumblr #cottagecore #mellow #soft #magical

[miamaimania]

Mellow Meadow

#illustration #mellow meadow

[alilaro]

was gonna post pony au but then something unimaginable happened: i remembered i cant draw

#DUDE relearning to draw humans is hard enough #now i gotta draw HORSES HUH?? #im gonna pull a '12 year old me on deviantart' and probably use a base lmaao #anyway heres some dumb headcanons: caius's name is cloud clipper and he's a pegasis with small wings #and marcus is mellow meadows and he's a unicorn that specializes in earth pony magic #i wanna post them ughfhdhhd its so cutesy i dont even care how lame it is 🥺

[pangurlban]

Marion Meadows

Joyful Times

A Winter's Solstice VI - (Windham Hill Records)

1997

#marion meadows #joyful times #a winter's solstice vi #windham hill records #winter #solstice #wintertime #instrumental music #saxophone #piano #jazz #mellow #smooth jazz #Youtube #90s music #music

[meadow-mellow]

Here's how I imagine my Death!MC from @theabyssal if project. Ended up taking the Madness domain (i've seen a lot of peeps choosing that one). Their name is Enmešarra and they are extremely tired.

#still torn between going for romanced or enemy Sol #the instant angst vs the enemies to lovers potential #its too hard to choose!!! #The story is so good though #meadow-mellow's art #im on my first playthrough but def wanna check the other domains #the possible replayablility is *chef's kiss* #I drew a bident since its one of the symbols/weapons hades uses #was also thinking that the snaking patterns on the robes move and twist like a living painting on the textile canvas

[spookybeautybitch]

Some people have two wolves fighting inside of them, I have a spooky witch cat and a cow with a flower crown. Currently the cat is winning but the cow grows stronger everyday

#my two aesthetics are goth and cottagecore #and i go between cautious of everything or incredibly mellow #and gosh does the urge to just sit around in a pretty flower meadow grow stronger day by day

[frenchkisstheabyss]

ａｌｌ ♡ ｒｏｕｎｄｅｒ

♡ I love that I've been getting so many Hyunjin requests lately. He isn't even my bias but, like, this is my boyfriend at this point ya'll ♡

♡ Pairing: boyfriend!hyunjin x thick!fem!reader

♡ Summary: Just a sweet, rainy car ride with your boyfriend that gets a little spicy.

♡ Genre: fluff/smut

♡ Word Count: 824

♡ Warnings: fingering & that's all really

Today Hyunjin took you on a picnic. The plates and utensils were forgotten on the kitchen counter, leaving you to eat everything with your hands. What a mess. The wildflowers in the meadow you settled on were gorgeous but you discovered much too late that Hyunjin was allergic. And then there was the rain. He’d checked the weather…right? With anyone else, this would’ve been a disaster. A spring afternoon ruined by a series of unfortunate events.

But with Hyunjin, well, it was the exact opposite. Not having plates or utensils meant that you had to find new, inventive ways to eat your food. It meant that you got to eat cake from the palm of his hand. That he licked frosting from the tip of your nose and smiled at the way it crinkled. Thankfully his reaction to the flowers hadn’t been severe, resulting only in a few cute sneezes that you couldn’t help but giggle at. 

The rain had come down hard, leaving you both drenched from head to toe. But you got to run in the rain, hand in hand with your boyfriend, losing half of the things that you packed in the process. The two of you laughed when he dropped his keys, cursing the universe for setting you up like this. It was a disaster but with him it was beautiful. A core memory to smile about when you’re old and gray.

So on the ride home, you’re not pouting, wondering what could’ve been. No, you’re sitting in the passenger’s seat drawing hearts in the fog on the windows. The mellow music flowing from the radio fits perfectly with the light pitter-patter of rain on the roof of the car. It would ease up now. Hyunjin rests his hand on your thigh, fingers tapping along to the beat of the song, as the car comes to a red light. Almost immediately you feel him staring at you, soft brown eyes peering into your soul in the most sensual way possible. 

“See something you like?” you tease, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear. Hyunjin smiles, brushing his cheek against the palm of your hand, “Always.” “You’re so cute” you squeak, still soft for him after two years together. “You’re so cute” he whispers, planting a kiss on your wrist. Dragging you deeper into his gaze, he slides his hand up your skirt, massaging your inner thigh. You inhale sharply when his fingers part your plush thighs to brush your clit.

A car horn honks behind you, scaring you half to death. “The light’s green,” you say, turning Hyunjin’s head back toward the road, “Drive.” And he does but his fingers are still working between your thighs, making your stomach flutter. “Focus on the road, Hyunjin.” “Don’t worry'' his eyes flick over to you, his hand moving up to your waist to slip into your panties, “I’m an all rounder.” 

You roll your eyes at him. Hyunjin can be so cocky sometimes. He’s not lying though. He manages to keep his eyes on the road, maneuvering through traffic in the rain, with one hand on the wheel and the other stroking your velvet folds. The more he toys with you, fingers sinking into your warmth, the wider your legs part. The wider your lips part. Weighted breaths add to the fog on the windows, washing away the adorable doodles you’d made no less than a minute ago.

You bite down on your lip, eyes falling closed. It’s effortless, losing yourself in him. Hyunjin fingers you like he dances. A flawless combination of grace and passion. Of gentleness and intensity. The quiet and the storm all at once. He may have forgotten to check the weather but he could never forget your body. He knows you. Knows what you like. What makes you clench around his fingers like you’re doing right now. 

It’s nothing short of pure bliss to have him stroking you…spreading you…basking in the moisture of your needy little pussy. The car stops again, another red light, and Hyunjin pops his seatbelt off. Without warning he’s kissing you, pillowy lips against yours, his tongue tasting the remnants of the strawberry cake you made together. He quickens his pace, his wrist working faster to bring you to your high.

You grab his arm as you writhe beneath him. The car might as well be moving, speeding down the highway at warp speed, with the way your heart races. He slips his fingers out of you, making a V shape that lightly pinches your clit between them, and you’re coming, soaking those pink panties he loves so much. 

Just in time to make the green light, he’s back in his seat, pulling off as he licks you from his fingers the same way he did his lunch. “Told you” he sings, a mischievous smirk on his face, “All rounder.”

#hyunjin x y/n #hyunjin x you #hyunjin smut #hyunjin x reader #thick reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids x you #stray kids x y/n

[ajortga]

slipping through my fingers

pairing: jenna ortega x fem reader

a/n- hellooooo, i lowkey suck at writing angst, but here. i'm struggling on writing the second part of lead, this is why i can never write two parted stories

this is my attempt of writing angst because i've been watching so many of those i peeled my orange tiktoks

-

For Jenna’s 20th birthday, you wrote her a 20 paged letter.

You remember working on it and spilling her heart out, out of everything you loved about her, the way you planned on marrying her when you both were older, and your secrets.

You had told her to keep it until exactly one week after her birthday, you said you wrote so many personal things in there and wanted her to keep it safe.

She had twirled you in her arms and kissed you on her birthday, you showered her with love and presents. 

The night of her birthday you told her you loved her.

Two days after her birthday, Jenna wanted to make it up to you, thank you, she had brought your favorite flowers, daffodils. 

She drove to your parents and your house that day, knocked on your house. 

Your parents opened the door, their eyes slowly mellowing as they met Jenna’s.

“It’s good to see you Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N. I wanted to give these flowers to Y/N to thank her and how much she’s given to me ever since she entered my life. You raised a beautiful daughter.”

Your parents smiled, playing with their hands, “That’s so thoughtful of you Jenna, thank you. Unfortunately Y/N isn’t home right now and is out of town. Maybe you can drop it off.. On a later day?”

Jenna’s smile faded a little as she nodded, “Of course, let Y/N know I visited.”

They nodded as they gave her a hug and closed the door, Jenna left with the beautiful daffodils in her hands.

-

10/29

jenna<3: hi baby, i came to drop off some flowers as a thank you, you weren’t there, your parents said you were out of town<3.

sweet Y/N: hi gorgeous, i’m sorry i wasn’t there, i wish i was so I could pick you up in my arms and hugged you until the next day.

jenna<3: me too princess, i love you

sweet Y/N: i love you so so much

-

11/4, one week after.

Jenna brings her flowers that she got for you a few days back, they were a little wilted, but just as pretty as ever. She picks them up and changes the water, gently grasping it and walking to meet you. 

She wore your sweater before leaving her house.

This time she didn’t go to your parent’s house.

The weather was colder as she wrapped your sweater over herself more, sniffling.

The grass was pretty, flowers were everywhere as if she were in a meadow.

She placed the daffodils against the surface of your grave with shaky hands.

As much as she tried to smile, she couldn’t.

“Why couldn’t you have just told me you were going to slip away from my fingers? Why didn’t you tell me that you had an incurable brain tumor? Why did you have to pass away in front of my eyes as you held my hand?” She whispered, her voice cracking.

She knew why you had asked her to read the letter you had gotten her a week after her birthday.

-

first page

Happy birthday to my sweet angel, if you’re reading this, we both know I’m no longer here with you anymore. The pretty sunsets that appear every evening are always a trace that I’m still lingering here with you. I’m sorry I never told you. I wish I could, but I didn’t want to ruin your birthday, I wanted to make you so happy and I couldn’t bear the thought of telling you. So I didn’t. I know you took my favorite sweater the first time you ever wore it, so I told my parents to give all of my sweaters to you so you can hold them and my scent can comfort you whenever you miss me. I had bought a ring for you, I wanted to marry you, you made me happy. I wanted to spend my whole life with you. The ring reminds me of you. It reminded me of us. And even though I’m no longer here to marry you, I want to give it to you as a present to wear to remind you that I’ll love you and I’ll always be holding your hand. I wish I could pick you up in my arms and hug you forever. But I can’t. I remember when we were little kids and I scraped my knee on the concrete when we were biking. You had held me in your arms and kissed the wound, telling me that you would kiss it better. As much as I’m an open wound and your kisses heal me, they can’t heal me this time. But over time, your kisses will heal your wounds of me. Till you finally look up at the sky at the sunset and smile. I love you. 

-

Jenna sobs against the railing of your hospital bed as she hugs you tight, your eyes barely open.

“D-don’t go.” She says, her voice below a whisper as she wants to just cradle you and kiss it better. 

She wishes she could kiss it better. The only thing she could do was climb into your hospital bed, holding your weak body in hers.

She caresses your cheek as you look at her, sniffling a little, “I’m sorry.”

She gives you a tearful smile, sobbing, “Don’t be sorry. I’m sorry. I love you so much.”

Your hair was down as she caressed it, the beeping of the monitor slowing.

Her hand held yours, holding it so tightly so you’ll never let go.

You looked up at her, the smallest smile forming as you whispered.

“I love you too. I love you so much. I’ll love you so much.”

Your eyes close, as much as Jenna loved spending time with you, this was the worst memory she could’ve ever experienced.

She kisses your forehead as you keep whispering “I love you.” Till it stops.

Your breathing slows, till you exhale your very last breath, your hand slipping away from her fingers, your body going limp in her arms as she lets out a gut wrenching sob.

#jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega imagine #jenna ortega x fem!reader #vada cavell x reader #jenna ortega x reader #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega x y/n

[herzloch]

countryside is nympho pride

several people have asked me so I'm writing a small text here

have you ever felt that the countryside is where you belong?

that the trees and the woods make your heart beat harder, that the sun kissed grass and the mellow meadows make your blood rush faster?

but have you also experienced that these are the places where you underwent hate, where you were excluded, where you were denied your right to be?

do you know that distinct feeling, that special kind of place, you crave so much but fear the same way? that peculiar place you need, although it makes your life much tougher?

i am writing this text in a hurry because the night is calling, and the river needs my tongue to sleep, but think about it. When the countryside is part of our identity, why should we suffer for who we are?

If we are country, why do we have to adapt to survive? If we are country, we can be anything. We don't need to live a life of restrictions. that is not what nature has intended for us, and we are nothing but nature's touch. just the way we are and not any other way

it doesn't matter if you are a nympho, if you are a banshee or if you a wild willow woman. Even a mountain mushroom man. we are not alone and we all are connected by roots. all the lonely souls, all the queer farmers out there, all the dew pearl princesses

lets embrace what makes us special. we are blessed by the woods. not to hide but to shine. Respect and be, because we are born free

if the forest, the fields and the river and creeks are your identity, that's something nobody can deny. Countryside is more than meets the eye and we all have moonchild hearts and we are tough like tree trunks thousand times

share and share your message

#welcome to leech world #countryside is nympho pride #be blessed #soeren baptism #you are love #countryside #rural

[indouloureux]

thinking about steve taking his gf on a picnic date to a meadow in late spring, she’s wearing the prettiest sundress, her feet in his lap while she reads a book and he just can’t help but wanna put his head between her thighs and keep makin her cum on his tongue, hearing her make the prettiest noises in the middle of nature <3

thank you for requesting! 🤍

18+ mdni. cw: oral (f receiving), cum eating, tongue fucking, public sex (uncaught). fem!reader

the sun is up high and bright, gilded against the blue sky and the thick, white clouds. birds chirp, trees swishing against each other in the warm summer breeze; the leaves are vibrant in its lushness, and the grass tickle your bare thighs.

although, maybe that's just steve's hair.

buried between your legs, your dress curled up above your belly. you're lucky he found a spot away from everyone else, the tranquil desolation quick to appease your malign anxiety. you thought flower picking and book reading was enough to relax you, especially with his company as he twirled vines over one another to make his make-shift crown.

fortunately, he has different plans.

his tongue starts from your fluttering hole up to your gummy button, throbbing above his thick muscle when he wraps his lips around your clit. you mewl softly, dropping the book down to the blanket to tug on his hair, causing him to moan against your dripping heat.

steve groans. "you taste so fucking sweet, baby. so fucking delicious,"

you flush when he slurps loudly at your still gushing arousal, leaking down his tongue, your slick smeared across his chin and blushing cheeks. steve locks his arms around your thighs and presses his hands down when your hips raise, thighs shaking around his head.

"fuck, stevie," his flower crown's gone askew, purple daisies lost behind his tresses. ecstasy rolls down, a shiver travelling with, your heels hooking around the bottom of his spine. steve sticks his tongue out, lapping up at your folds like he's a starved man. "oh my god- fuck- shit, please,"

he chuckles derisively against your cunt, his hands unhooking from you so that they'd push up at your thighs, until they press against your chest. steve smiles between your legs, lips puffy and shiny. you can't help but lean up and kiss him with an open mouth, tongue venturing his mouth to taste yourself.

delectable.

steve takes your hands in his, lacing them together before he dives back down. you moan a bit louder because you can, and because you can't help it. your cunt clenches when he suckles wickedly at your throbbing bud. it takes a choked sob from you, his fingers trapped between your unyielding grip.

your mewls are that of a mellow preeminence of bliss, tears on the corner of your eyes its breathtaking pleasure. steve moves his tongue down to prod its curled tip at your entrance, until he finally pushes it in.

the tickling feeling makes your toes curl, clamping down on his tongue unfettered. he shakes his head, his nose grinding against your blushing clit. you sob louder, can't decide between throwing your head back in the heat of the ecstasy, or watch him go down at you like you're his last meal.

you choose the latter; besides, his darkened eyes are hypnotizing. keep your eyes on me.

steve's hypnotizing. the pretty flowers on the brown meadow on top of his head, his freckles and his charming lust-driven eyes that makes you stir-crazy.

he keeps fucking his tongue into you, speed mimicking the way his cock would dive into your pretty pussy whenever he'd make love to you. he moans at your taste, feeling himself grow painfully harder at every whimper you made. he curls his tongue, pushes it in until he can't breathe anymore.

but thank fuck he'd been a lifeguard for three years, right? (and a co-captain on the swim team. he doesn't want to brag) (he does)

a grandiose moan flitters through your slack jaw. with his incessant tongue-fucking, your orgasm brinks up to the side, twisting the coil painfully at your lower stomach. you're almost yelling with your loud moans, hands into a fist on top of his.

and you cum without warning, lavishing down his tongue. you deplete alabaster liquid on his tongue, his groans matching yours as he lets it fall down his throat. he unclasps his hands from yours, giving one last lick at your folds like he's scooping your cum into his mouth before he stands back on his knees, wiping the back of his mouth.

"shit, baby," he runs his hand through his hair, helping you roll your dress down. "you always make the prettiest noise when you cum, don't you?"

"can't help it, you whore," you press your knee on his side when he leans down to kiss you. "we should do this more often."

"what? fucking outside?" his nose scrunches. "yeah, definitely. let those people here your hot moans, eh?"

#steve harrington blurb #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfiction #stranger things smut

[maria-ruta]

Finished drawing that moment with Veronica from our vtm dnd game,

when she used her awe powers to start a huge orgy in night club and drunk people’s blood (a little bit from every person), because she was badly wounded from battle with a dragon and needed blood to regenerate

Pink haired lady belongs to - @meadow-mellow

Guy with pink threads on his arms (Baltzar babyboy) belongs to - @yazmati

And girl in red pantyhoses is my friend Tin who’s big Veronica’s simp gdhdhd XD

I spend way too long on this art and I struggled with colors SO MUCH but after all... I think it looks nice c:

#vtm #vamily #vampire the masquerade #vampires #vampire #Veronica Sugar #ych #SO MANY PEOPLE AND BACKGROUND HUH????? WOWIE #thats rare #my art #Baltzer #background

[arllanaeats]

📝Life in the meadows can be pretty mellow~ 🔔🎵

2 Hour Sketch for Dunkie_Duncan!! ✨

#fat art #fat fur #fatfur #weight gain #wg kink #cow #Logan #Cow Logan #Dunkie_Duncan #CommWork #ArllanArt #Timed Art

[definegodliness]

A day in June

The meadow's Shamrock green, and, daisy strewn, A picnic blanket under lazy bones, And muscles, mellowed by this afternoon Wherein a blushing, bashful, Sun condones Our traveling hands, When, nude, we attune To the radiant river; rocks and stones, Aglow by one witness, who tardily sets; The meadow, so, draped with Gold silhouettes.

--- 16-1-2024, M.A. Tempels ©

#poetry #spilled ink #writing #poem #romanticism #ottava rima #rhyme #romantic poem #romantic poetry #love poem #love poetry #spilled thoughts #tumblr poetry #poets on tumblr #creative writing #original poem #fixed verse