#mwah mwah I give her kisses

[rosetyyyler]

Heyyyy guysss I’m back at it again

Whenever I post art I feel the need to like go in depth on all my choices like I’m some pitching a character to someone but it’s so fun anyways

Ignoring my wildly inconsistent style on this one, from left to right I have a cute little going out number, a fit that is very easy to run around with the Doctor in, and a cheeky little look inspired by Rose’s Moment fit, cause what’s not to like about arm warmers and nonsensical layers tbh

Back to my Pinterest hole I go to gather more references for yet another batch because silly fun haha hehe

[lichilly]

cw—pwp (porn without plot) we are hopping right into it folks, reader is referred to as cute and pretty, reader has a vagina, Jill is a pussy eating fiend, one small moment of Jill speaking inside your head

wc— 1,199 words

(Forgive me if this is not up to par, I haven’t written smut in a long time so I’m still finding my footing!! I hope you guys enjoy <33)

“Jill…” Her name slipped from your lips in a desperate whisper, your voice trembling with embarrassment. Your fingers clung to her shoulders, seeking support in any way you could. She lifted your thighs higher, pressing them up towards your chest, her thumbs caressing the sensitive skin at the back of your knees. Each touch sent shivers cascading through your body. You were completely bare, all except your underwear.

Her smile brushed against your inner thighs, her lips trailing slow kisses along the tender skin. Each kiss inched closer to your core, your hips rising instinctively, seeking more.

“You’re very eager today, Sunflower,” she murmured, her breath hot against your skin. Her nose brushed teasingly against the damp fabric of your panties. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”

She flattened her tongue against you, licking slowly up the wet patch staining the fabric of your panties. Your fingers trailed down her biceps, nails grazing her hot skin. She moaned at the faint taste of you, the sound vibrating against you. Plump lips closed around your swollen clit, sucking at the fabric with a fervent hunger that made your hips buck in short, desperate jerks.

“Jill—!” you shrieked, eyes rolling back, a fog of pleasure clouding your mind as you panted heavily.

Her lips released your clit, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against the now spit-soaked fabric. The sudden loss of contact made you whimper down at her through the haze of need.

“I’m sorry for teasing you, Sunflower… It’s just,” she trailed kisses up your clothed mound, her teeth grazing the hem of your panties, “you make such cute sounds when I do.”

Her fingers bunched the laced hem, gripping your hips as she tugged the material down your legs. A gust of cool air hit your exposed cunt, sending another shiver through your already trembling body. The curtains swayed gently in the breeze from the open window, the room dimly lit by the setting sun.

“Could you hold your legs up for me, Sweetheart?” she asked, her voice sweet, as if she was asking you for a more innocent favor.

You blinked at her, breathing heavily, before the request registered in your foggy mind. Nodding, you tucked your hands under your calves, holding your legs up to your chest once more.

“Thank you…” she murmured, a soft smile playing on her lips as she tucked her face back between your thighs, now unhindered by any flimsy cotton.

Your body tensed at the closeness, every nerve ending alight with anticipation. Her eyes were locked onto you, studying every twitch, every shiver. Your hands shook as you held your legs, body aching for more. Her hands cupped over your ass, thumbs tracing the sensitive skin where your thighs met, mere millimeters away from where you needed her most. She pulled at the skin, spreading you open wider, her gaze never leaving you.

“Gosh, Sunflower, you’re making such a mess!” she laughed sweetly, watching your face scrunch up in a bashful pout.

“Let me clean you up,” she reassured, her voice trailing off as her tongue traced up a trail of wetness.

Your mind fogged over, body relaxing as your head fell back against the pillows. Her tongue continued its slow, deliberate journey, licking at your fluttering entrance with heavy flicks. She moaned, savoring your taste, her eyes closing in focused bliss as she drank you in. Panting moans filled the room, punctuated by gasps and the repeated plea of her name. She couldn’t get enough, her hands pawing at your hips to pull you closer. A mix of drool and slick dripped down her chin, your wetness foaming against her lips.

With each flick of her tongue, she brought you closer to the edge, the hot knot inside your tummy tightening. Words became babbles, thoughts melting into incoherent sentences. All you could think of was Jill, how she had woven herself into the most intimate parts of your being.

She smiled against you, her eyes opening to meet yours. “Open your eyes, Sunflower. Let me see your pretty eyes,” she pleaded against you, the words muffled but clear. You obeyed instantly, tearful eyes meeting hers.

You tried to focus, the knot inside you burning, aching to be cut loose. She hummed in satisfaction, her eyes locked with yours as she sped up her licking. She was everywhere, her hands kneading your skin, her nose brushing against your clit as her tongue filled you.

“Jill—I’m gonna—” you pleaded, feeling the fire inside you start to consume you. All your senses were heightened, a dewy fog clouding over your eyes as your ears hummed. It felt as if your bedroom was breathing with you, the curtains brushing against the window pane with each inhale and flowing away with each exhale.

Jill’s lips wrapped around your clit once more, her eyes dripping with primal need. She sucked, the tip of her tongue flicking against the overly sensitive bundle.

Let go.

Her voice whispered within your consciousness, wrapping you in honeyed words.

Cum for me.

Your lips trembled, eyes flickering shut as you let yourself crash into pleasure. Your vision went black, ears ringing as waves of ecstasy raked over your body. You jerked, letting go of your legs and weaving them into her soft hair. You mumbled her name between gasps and pleas, not even recognizing your own voice anymore. She released your clit with a pop, her tongue finding its place against your gushing entrance, beckoning more release with each slow lick. She wrapped a heavy arm across your lower stomach, keeping your twitching hips pinned against the bed. A thumb pressed against your clit, swirling in tight circles.

Her tongue stroked lazily, licking up the last of your release before she slowly parted from you. Her breath puffed against you, strings of sticky cum connecting her lips to you before they broke off. She pressed wet, gentle kisses to your trembling thighs, bringing your mind back to the present.

Your nose scrunched at the stickiness coating your lower half, now far too aware of the mess coating your inner thighs.

“You did so good, Sunflower,” she praised, licking her lips and scooping a thumb across her chin to catch what was left. She reached up, trailing her wet thumb across your bottom lip, gently opening your slack mouth. You closed your lips around the digit, obediently sucking the essence of yourself off. She smiled warmly, her hips tucking against yours as she pulled her thumb from your mouth.

“I’m going to run us a bath, okay? Can you wait here for me?” Her voice was soft, reassuring as she cupped your hot cheek.

You nodded, blinking sleepily at her as she slipped off the bed. She flitted out of the bedroom, her energy high and unwavering, as if she hadn’t made you cum with just her mouth not even mere seconds ago.

The sound of the bath faucet turning on sent a calming shiver through your exhausted body. Your eyes fluttered closed, too worn out to stay awake. As you sank deeper into the throes of sleep, the last thing you felt was a gentle kiss on your forehead.

[illovehaileesteinfeld]

princess ~ caitlyn kiramman

based off a character ai bot by: @/ZaunsLooseCannon

~ * ~ * ~ pairing ; princess!caitlyn x maid(?)!reader

sfw. no use of y/n

long ass drabble 😭 : not proofread (as always)

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caitlyn was tired, exhausted even, after a day of visiting suitors, all ones that royally disappointed her; your promise before letting her go kept her going through the day.

helping the girl up the castle stairs to her bedroom, you let her lean against you, unlocking her door once the two of you had made it up to her room.

inside, set up on the small table, there were plates of fruit; juicy oranges and red strawberries, a bowl of pomegranate seeds and a spoon to help avoid the inevitable mess of fruit juice.

outside on the open balcony, she looked out to see what you had set up, gasping softly and feeling her heart warm as the small fort of blankets and pillows, a few candles lit as the sun had just began to set.

she looked down, meeting your eyes with slight tears in her own, oh so ready to relax with her favorite person after a long day of interaction with selfish men.

"you didn't need to do all of this" she said, her voice soft, a single hot tear falling down her cheek.

"shh, sh princess, you deserve more than this" you whispered, bringing her to her bedroom where there were clothes set out, a long tank top and some shorts. "now, change and meet me outside" you spoke softly, grabbing the plates of fruit and moving out to sit on the balcony, turned away from the window.

setting everything down, you smoother out a soft place for the princess to sit, tying your hair out of the way and unbuttoning the baby blue shirt you wore over a white tank top.

she came out a moment later, the sunset having already progressed as she sat down, wearing a soft smile. her body relaxed in the sea of blankets, sitting close to you and holding your hand.

"this is gorgeous.." she muttered, reaching to pick up a strawberry but stopped by your hand, looking at you slightly confused, but blushing when the fruit was brought up to her lips. she took a bite, the flavor of the berry melting on her tongue as she chewed.

"you deserve to relax, princess" you whispered, voice gentle as always when it came to her, leaning close to the girl and setting the base of the berry down when she was finished.

"you make me feel like i deserve the world, you know?" she muttered, her expression fully content with a small smile as you brought a few pomegranate seeds to her lips.

"because you do"

~ the night fell, most of the fruits eaten and the plates discarded across the balcony. the two of you had laughed what seemed like more than ever, talking about every little thing from her suitors to how a few stars in the sky looked like a cat; you both felt incredibly at ease.

as the moon was high up in the sky, you rested your head on the taller girls chest, cuddled up against eachother as always. you didnt know what exactly you two were, definitely closer than most friends but neither of you willing to go further.

inhaling her perfume, the scent had a rush of warmth running through your body, so familiar and sweet; something you would never forget, even in the next life and the one after that.

she hummed softly, rubbing a hand through your hair, both of you growing tired.

"this is perfect" she whispered, looking down and meeting your eyes with her own blue ones, a small smile on her lips.

"you're perfect" you whispered, nuzzling against her chest, fatigue finally setting in as her mere presence comforted you.

"..you make me feel perfect"

"good."

the quiet exchange meant more to here than visible, her heart melting at how effortlessly you made her feel happy, feel good, feel.. loved. she pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, looking down and seeing your tired droopy eyes.

"get some rest, sweetheart" she whispered, only holding you tighter as you wore a sleepy smile, nodding slightly. there was silence for a few moments, her watching you and you reveling in her touch.

"caitlyn.?" you whispered, eyes opening slightly.

"hm?"

you leaned up, whispering gently in her ears "you deserve the world" you spoke softly, meeting her eyes and pressing a gentle, warm kiss to her lips as you leaned back down.

her cheeks went pink, and she knew that would be the first kiss of many.

"you give me the world" she replied, kissing your forehead gently, arms tightening around you as you both drifted off.

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i miss my girlfriend so we get caitlyn fluff!!

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@joel-girl

[dootznbootz]

Odysseus is the type of guy who oozes rizz and can and will say the sweetest shit to Penelope and revels in her being happy with it ("You're beautiful in red" when she blushes. THAT type of cheesy bullshit. Have you READ the shit he says to her in the Odyssey?) but if she gives it back, he just freezes and Odysseus.exe stops working. Especially since he was the one doing all the flirting in the beginning until she finally chills out and "allows" herself to have a crush.

Penelope: ...You know, I don't really know if your name fits you. Odysseus: Oh? You don't think "Pain in the ass" is a good fit? Penelope: It definitely is...But...I don't know. Maybe it's because when I think of you, I don't think of pain, I think of joy... Yeah, instead of "pain giver", you're a giver of joy."Joy Giver" perhaps? Odysseus:

Penelope: ...Are you okay? Odysseus: *completely red and continues to make a high-pitched squeaking sound like air being let out of a balloon*

He gets more used to it as they get further along in their marriage but in the beginning, this guy was screaming into his pillows and kicking his feet and twirling his hair and being stupid :D

[gentletrait]

Sweet like saccharine

[tshortik]

Forever Changed

Artfight of Aarya for @artbytesslyn!

[roachazoa]

My SECOND ever artwork on tumblr. Wild

Day 1 is Stargazing, and what better sky to look at than 6319F3 technicolor headspace?

Doughie had A Bit of a time after ovenbreaking out of the Breaven with Biscuit. Mar shows Doughie the wonders of the technicolor sky that dough missed out on in dough [redacted] amount of years!!! Doughie’s still a bit disoriented from saturation, but Mari invites dough for a picnic. All is well in the fabricated world.

Doughie’ll get used to the sky, maybe. Maybe dough can find a new life out here, and dough doesn’t have to be relatively alone in this new world. (Doughie loses all 488 clams of dough own life savings)

Logically, Biscuit is supposed to be here but I don’t want to draw a third person in this image so Biscuit’s checking out the mural that depicts them both as gods and recontemplating bisc own life choices. Truly the most Oho TM guy ever.

Also I was Very smart and i ended up not time managementing. So I only finished like 2 drawings. If i feel like doing the rest, we’ll see.

Alt ver.

[parksoeun]

GOEUN ✧ SWEET JUICE

[creaturetap]

drawing rhana is wonderful because i get to think about her as i do so, which is one of my favourite activities

[toffeemugg]

ohhhhhhh my god. episode 6 means everything to me. the music choice. the fuckin... dumb (/affectionate) teenage romance miscommunication subplots. lockwood's "she's just an associate". george and lockwood going "okay this is fucking stupid" when lucy is gone with the skull for 10 minutes. the ball scene in its ENTIRETY

[rosetyyyler]

Realizing I never posted this which is criminal because not only did this take 15 hours of drawing alone but also I did my best to teach myself Sherman’s Gallifreyan, and I did it all while cramming in my art finals, but it was all WORTH IT because I love Rose Tyler

[dreamlandiasims]

ok i have a LOT of thoughts about the last post (i'm sorry this is gonna be quite the ramble):

first off i'm very curious to know like what people's takeaways were from the conversation. do we feel like erwin was in the wrong for running away from things, do we feel like frankie was in the wrong for lashing out/making it all about her, or do we feel like neither are in the wrong and it's just an unfortunate situation on all sides?

for me, all 3 kinda hold true at the same time. my main focus with this scene was establishing that they're coming at this whole situation from different places. with everything that's happened so far, frankie still feels like it's all happening to her, an inconvenience to her, and can't really acknowledge that she's had an active role in the way things have played out.

personally i feel like erwin's retreat is justified. we know from his and frankie's earlier conversation about the history of strangerville that he's aware of the more sinister happenings but is just trying to live his life in spite of them, and acknowledges that he's actually quite scared of the roswells/biosim tech. he did take frankie to the lab, which was a big step outside of his comfort zone, but getting her to the door was as far as he was willing to go. then everything happened with jill and he got so caught up in the possibility of achieving his ufology dreams that he stopped thinking about the potential consequences. so his conversation with meredith was a bit of a reality check for him.

where he could've helped himself, though, would've been to at least try and explain what happened to frankie or cahill. but also tbh frankie especially hasn't really shown him a lot of compassion so far, so i don't totally blame him. if she had been gentler in the moment and created space for him to explain his decision, he might not have shut her out.

ok but ALSO, frankie's moment of "i need your help" is also a big step for her. even though in her mind she's still "owed" erwin's help, she can't often admit that she does have to rely on other people sometimes. bittersweet tbh that she was finally able to voice that but it didn't change erwin's mind... that probably won't help her immediate character development...

[mrsoharaa]

god forbid that you ask your roommate for help for a simple task....

[that0nebird]

Want so badly to share my thoughts on TC and how life is strange fans LOVE to hate every LIS game to come out after the first because they can’t let Arcadia Bay go and they miss out on BEAUTIFUL storytelling because of their stubbornness and refusal to grow with the media they claim to love but I CANT because I will be ripped to shreds and have a pipe bomb in my mailbox by noon.

[autism-swagger]

Any other artists go through phases where you're so uninspired that you can only do scene redraws of your favorite character

^ reference images tee hee :3

[verysmallcyborg]

oops sorry another picture of fornax dropped out of my wallet