#some fluffy stuff

[redpulsive]

SYLUS ( ˶˘ ³˘)♡ Marking him up with lipstick before he takes a shower!

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You take an opportunity to tease him before the two of you have a little date night together.

As you get ready for your date with Sylus, you’re finishing up your makeup look in the bathroom by putting on your favorite lipstick. Sylus walks in at the perfect time, clad in nothing but his leisurely robe as he heads to the shower before getting ready. You turn to him and gently grab the fabric that drapes him, stopping him in his tracks. He raises his eyebrow and a flashes you small smirk, slightly confused by your action. “What’s the matter, kitten? Are you going to miss me too much while I’m in the shower? Who knew you could be so clingy.” He teases. You play along with his teasing by requesting a kiss from him before he gets in the shower, which he happily obliges. As he leans in for a smooch, you quickly kiss him on the cheek instead. He looks in the mirror and sees the lipstick mark you gave him before glancing back at you. He feigns disappointment as he addresses your behavior. “Oh, that’s it? Seems like you won’t miss me that much if you’re only giving me a small kiss on the cheek.” You shake your head at his claim, pretending to care as you grab ahold his face and give him a kiss on his other cheek. He lets out a million dollar chuckle as he holds you by your hips and gently pulls you closer to him, begging for more. “Ah, what a little trickster you are. I suppose I can indulge in your game for a short while.” With his permission, you continue to pepper his face with kisses. Leaving marks on corners of his mouth, around his eyes, his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, everywhere but his lips until his face looks like it’s riddled with a lipstick oriented disease. He keeps his eyes closed, occasionally opening them to see the reflection of the damage you’ve caused in the mirror, smirking to himself as you torture his face with your pretty lips. Eventually he gets a little dazed from the barrage of kisses, rubbing your back to try to get you to relax. “Alright, kitten… we need to-�� before he can finish that sentence, you move your kissing assault down to his neck. He lets out a small huff and narrows his eyes, lightly squeezing your hip while his eyebrows furrow ever so slightly at the sensation. “Mm… you really can’t get enough, can you?” You shake your head as you don’t stop, leaving kiss after kiss until his neck is also plagued with the lipstick disease. “Sweetie…” he whines, pleading with you as the two of you share a glance with eachother. You don’t listen to his plea as your mouth starts making its descent to trail kisses down his chest, but you only get a few lipstick marks in before he suddenly cups your chin and stops you. You look a bit surprised as he tilts your head up to face him, giving himself access to plant a single sweet kiss on your lips, making you mark the one spot you purposefully missed. “I beat your game.” He rubs a thumb over your bottom lip as he whispers in your ear, smirking at your sheepish reaction. “Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed it, but perhaps we should continue playing after our date. Then I won’t have a reason to wash off all of your markings until we wake up tomorrow.” He lets go of you and pinches your cheek before looking at himself in the mirror one last time. He’s taking in how much your lips have claimed him before ridding himself of his robe and stepping into the shower to clean your personal canvas for later use.

Aughhh this one was so fun to write!! I’d do anything to be able to kiss this man all over.

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[neigepomme]

˙ ✩°˖ ✈️ bulking szn / caleb x reader

synopsis; who knew your lovely and insanely strong boyfriend could get even more muscular — even more sexy. gotta thank bulking season for that!

⋆ 800 words / suggestive (NSFW) / fem reader / 2nd person

caleb's hot. he's been hot.

you know that, and everyone around you knows that — it's almost become a running joke how he gets stares from everyone when he's out and about.

what you didn't know is that he could get even more attractive. who could blame you, though? he looks like he inspired michelangelo's david — and he can get hotter? now that's just plain greedy. except it's happening, and all you can do is stare at him more than usual.

and here was your greek god of a boyfriend standing in the kitchen, preparing his protein shake. sitting at the kitchen island with your chin resting on your hand, you were staring at him, ogling him. his arms looked so good. how would they feel around your neck, you wondered — but your daydreams had to be cut short by the sound of a refrigerator door closing loudly.

"you know baby, a picture might last you longer. i can feel your eyes on me, and i'm not even facing you."

"mmh, i'm just not used to this whole," you make vague gestures in the air, "bulking thing. gotta stare and memorize it."

he laughs, and you keep on openly admiring him. when he mentioned that he'd be bulking soon, you just nodded, not entirely sure what that implied. the caleb you knew from your childhood and teenage years was strong, yes, but mostly athletic. this meatier, buffer version was new, but so, so, so welcome.

right now, his muscles weren't as defined as you were used to. he looked more.. soft. still as strong, but he seemed bigger — he could already dwarf you before, but now, it was way more serious. not only that, he's traded his looser shirtless tank tops for compression shirts, and it was such a delight for your eyes. his pecs looked bigger, and his back — his back. just a little more broad. just a hint more sexy. was it even legal to look that good?

but man, whenever you hugged him? it was like heaven held you in its embrace. the cherry on top of your very attractive (beef)cake. he was so much warmer too — caleb always ran hot. he's your personal heater during the winter months, but now? he was burning hot. or maybe is it just how you see him? who knows, honestly.

funniest thing about this situation, though? caleb knew you'd react like that upon seeing him get more buff, but he didn't know you'd be that affected by bulking season. he knew how much you enjoyed his physique, and bulking up in order to cut and get stronger and bigger than you, just seemed like a nice challenge. a good way to keep himself busy and please you.

there was one more thing though, way more challenging than keeping tracks of his macros in his new diet. you made it insanely difficult to keep his hands to himself. first, it was the staring. he was well aware that you couldn't really help yourself, he was there looking all handsome just for you. the half-lidded stares when he worked out, lingering glances at his arms and chest, bedroom eyes when he wore that compression shirt one size too small, were to be expected. the way you basically undressed him with your gaze occasionally made him flushed, but caleb couldn't even comment on it — he did the same to you practically daily.

and then came the physical touch.

caleb wasn't shy. he knew he looked attractive, and he knew that you found him attractive. he also knew you were touchy, but your touchiness increased tenfold when he started bulking, always poking and prodding at his body. a perpetually careful hand making goosebumps appear on his skin as you softly traced the lines of the veins on his arms. did you know what you were doing? or were you unconsciously exercising your right to touch his body as if it were yours to own. oh well, it basically was — he was your possession as much as you were his.

god, you made it so hard to hold back, though. caleb just wanted to manhandle you and show you that he wasn't just getting softer — his strength remained. he could still bend you whatever which way he pleased (and he knew you'd enjoy it), but he held back. he held back because after years of yearning, years of practiced patience, he knew the reward was worth it.

so caleb just kept on tolerating it. after all, bulking season wasn't over just yet — he could handle your hands roaming around a little more. three more weeks until he could show you his full potential.

you'd get your lovely buff caleb showing off his muscles for you, and in return, he'd get his even lovelier girlfriend underneath him and return all the physical touches he's been subjected to while bulking — he'll have you oh so pliant and responsive to his roughhousing in bed.

fair trade!

🍎 pomme's final notes — don't look at me too hard this is so self indulgent i just really like strong guys and i've been rewatching caleb content and his back is just. irresistible i'm gonna chew on him like those buff bear breads

[paintedcrows]

There you are, hiding from your friend Bill, are we?

Or, why you should never let your demon near your brother pet cat. Fan art for the wonderful fic 'How to Cat Burglar a Family' by @dark-lord-of-awesomeness! It's now complete! And (despite how this looks) very sweet!!

[heyhanibee]

cat distribution system found gyomei。・°°・(＞_＜)・°°・。

[luchigeon]

the witch and the werewolf

[sugarlywhispers]

Just thinking about Bakugou falling to the floor, laughing –silently, shoulders shaking– as you try to ease your son's sadness over his own dad crying in laugh at an awful drawing the kid did of you. Artistic, you called it, which made Bakugou loose it completely.

"It's ugly," your five year old son says, pouting and looking deflected.

"Oh, no, honey... it's b-beautiful!" You're trying so fucking hard not to laugh too.

At least you have the decency to hide it, trying to be as kind and gentle with your son as possible. Contrary to your husband, Bakugou Katsuki, who is almost laying on the floor, not hiding his laughs at all. The bitch.

Your son sighs in sadness. "It's good, honey, I promise. You just... You just have to keep it up, okay? If this is what you like, do it. Keep drawing and practicing until you feel good, alright?"

"But daddy is laughing..."

That makes your husband laugh louder and harder, now completely laying on the floor.

"DADDY DOESN'T KNOW ANYTHING, ANYWAY. DON'T LISTEN TO HIM!" You yell over the strenuous laugh of Katsuki, before throwing one of the pillows of the couch at him, successfully hitting him on the face.

"Do you like it, mommy?" Your son's pretty wet puppy eyes makes you melt.

"Of course I do. I'm going to put it over the fridge door, like I do with all your drawings, baby," you promise as you hug your son. He hides his face on your neck as his little arms hug you back tightly around your neck.

Your eyes found Katsuki's, who is still on the floor, crying. His eyes then find again the drawing that it's forgotten on the floor and he begins laughing again.

You are so gonna kick his ass.

But you have to admit... the drawing is funny.

[homkamiro]

what do you think about the ship between that LITTLE GAY medic and that LITTLE TEN TIMES GAYER scout

I like quick fix when it's

Overall, if showed to me correctly, I can love them in any way!! Sure!!!!!

[makenna-made-this]

BAWKtober Day 12 - Quilt

I've got your love to keep me warm

[ihatebrainstorm]

for the requests, anything with drift? maybe a bit of dratchet or wreckers era drift :>

Some nappy dratchet o)-(

[luna-loveboop]

I find it funny that Wild, who has basically a couple years ish of full life experience, comes up with the most insane theories for everything

He assumed that the only other explanation to Four being able to split in Four was. That he was quadruplets who'd been hiding this whole time???

Also apparently he believed that his wolf companion Twilight in botw was a diety (and felt very uhh shocked upon finding out that he was not)

Malon made things worse, telling him about her aliens theory

What's even FUNNIER is that every time Wild expresses any sort of confusion at magic stuff that he's never seen before, everyone else in the chain acts like it's crazy for him to be weirded out by it

Honestly maybe Wild's the only one with his head on straight, rather than everyone else who are just like 'it's magic bro' like no he's right this is weird

I appreciate this because it's very considerate of the fact that he woke up with no memories not too long ago, so he doesn't have much experience to explain the stuff that's 'normal' for the chain. Plus the explanations he comes up with are funny.

:)

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Art and comic and adorable character by Jojo @linkeduniverse au :D

[canisalbus]

I had a dream where I met Machete, except he had a cool gray gradient and was extremely fluffy so I speed drew this as soon as I woke up

I'll call him Katana

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[fl00mie]

honestamente, no sé

to prevent confusions i'm giving credits of every fankid in order (starting with the tall one)

layden (fresh x ink fankid) by @/sugary-alienn dot (cross x ink fankid) by @/yo-honne abstract (reaper x ink fankid) by CATA-824 on wattpad gradient (error x ink fankid) by @/askcomboclub paper jam (error x ink fankid) by @/7goodangel palette (dream x ink fankid) by @/angeutblogo blueprint (swap x ink fankid) by @/pepper-mint aiden (zack x ink fankid) by ariscastleart

[b1asho]

How would it feel to give each of your sophonts a hug? Would they like it? Or find it weird? What's their social equivalent?

The wh huggability scale, where most of the sophonts unfortunately fall on the "????? !!!!!! hey don't do that please" side of things

Written words are (from bottom left to right)

'don't do that again' *immobilized * and 'let's go touch that weird chicken'

The scale drawing goes from 'try it! ' at the top to 'DONT' at the bottom, descending order is kixeli, Prectikar, rossetians and drecu, sundyne

[turbo-tsundere]

Chibi Gonta for the soul <3

[silverior968]

Redraw of some doodles I did wayyyyyy back and then never posted. Many such cases

[Image ID: Several colored sketches of human versions of TFP characters. The biggest doodle on the page features a human version of Ratchet, drawn as a 50-something year old white man with pale, lightly freckled skin and various scars, including a big one on his chest, and teal eyes, along with sideburns and a goatee. He's holding a tea mug in one hand, and gesturing with the other. The dark spots under his eyes are larger than normal, and he looks tired. His ginger and white hair is messy. His tea mug reads "world's okayest grandpa". His outfit consists of blue trousers and a loose ABBA-shirt. His speech bubble reads "Yes I do look like shit, I'm so glad you noticed. Now can we please circle back to the fact that it's 4am and your elbow is broken." The doodle on the top right of the page is the same design of him from the shoulders up, smiling with his eyes closed, and with an outfit that consists of a red and white zip-up and jacket. His hair is no longer as messy. The text next to the drawing reads "I realized I have a hard time drawing this version of him happy." The last doodle, placed on the bottom of the page, shows him and the human version of Optimus, drawn as a middle eastern man with light brown skin, also aged 50-something. His hair is long, tied into a ponytail and black and gray in color. He also has stubble and various scars, including plague scars on his right temple. He is wearing a black turtleneck. They are taking a nap together, pictured from the shoulders and up. Optimus has his arms loosely around Ratchet's shoulders, both fast asleep. Ratchet is wearing a white zip-up with a red lining. /End ID]

[ipetite69]

⋆ . ˚ rafe learning to love with you ‹𝟹

before meeting you, rafe had never taken his love life seriously. sure, he had dated girls here and there, but he had always broken off things with them before they got too unnecessarily attached.

then you happened.

you were there, at the bonfire, looking all pretty and clueless under the light of the incandescent flames, and he just had to talk to you. he had no idea that that hunch that made him walk over to you would result in more than just a simple exchange of words.

you spend hours and hours talking that night, and it felt strange to him. he didn't have the urge to take to his bed for a ephemeral sexual encounter. no. it was as if something inside of him clicked when you both say your goodbyes and promised to see each other some other day.

soon, the first date came. then the second. and the third. he had found in you a place of comfort, or relaxation, things that he had faked for the longest time. talking to you, hearing you laugh, admiring your pretty smile—not so subtlety, watching the sunset together, having a drink, or even spending time with you in silence had become his favorite activities.

randomly one day, he felt that pinch in his chest, right where the heart is, at seeing you in the distance as you made your way to him. there and then, he realized that he loved you. he loved you. you had taught him how to love, how it felt to be truly loved.

rafe's far from perfect, and he knows that more than well. but to you, he's someone who deserves to be loved and taken care for. you had given him a chance and made him feel seen, as if you understood his intricate mind. he can't say he doesn't panic. he sometimes does, mostly when he thinks of the chance of fucking it all up and hurting you—accidentally, of course.

but as he now holds you close to him, thinking of the the enigmatic concept of love, he promises to you in a tiny whisper in your ear that he will protect you against all odds, even himself.