#littlebit-of-art

[frudoo]

Having a shit day so everybody look at me and my husband and our baby girl

ily and your beautiful perfect amazing gorgeous scrumptious work @littlebit-of-art

Also debating on whether or not I should do a face reveal for you beauties

[luminousbeings-crudematter]

Ok but what if reader tells HIM to put HIS back into it? What then?

(OP is referring to this post)

Toxic ex boyf Ghost and a reader who’s sick of him (but not his dick???) OHHH now we’re talking!

"You heard me, sweetheart? Better make it good fo' me, made me come all the way here." The words are punctuated by hard, deep thrusts, and the occasional twisting of his hands in your hair.

Oh he's so fucking hateful, you think. If he weren't making you feel so good, if you hadn't missed the bam bam bam of his cock inside you so much, you'd jab your elbow into his ribs.

"Make it worth my while, Simon," you gasp, and he freezes. "Put your back into it, will you?"

When he just refuses to move after a moment, you have to take matters into your hands (and hips) and fuck back into him and the sounds of your now-dripping pussy make it sound a whole new level of obscene.

His answering groan sounds like it tears out of him, growly and deep from within his chest. "Oh sweet girl. I'd never have left if I'd known you could fuck like this."

[3amfanfiction]

@littlebit-of-art your stickers got here and my four favorite made their way to my laptop 🥰 it was hard to pick though, they’re all so cute!

<33

[ohbo-ohno]

Just gonna tell u that Jaws by sleep token reminded me of your ghoap 🥺

"Show me what wounds you've got show me love, Show me those pretty white jaws, Show me where the delicate stops"

is SO fucking ghoap, my god. tysm for sharing this

[3amfanfiction]

“You need to learn how to defend yourself.”

What?

When you looked over at Simon, a raised eyebrow was your only response.

“Have you looked in the mirror recently?” he deadpans, gesturing in a sweeping motion from your face to your toes.

As a matter of fact, you have. You’re standing in front of one right now, finishing your skin care for the night.

He continues without waiting for a response, “You’re fucking stunning love and some jumped up idiot is going to get ideas while I’m gone.”

You finally have to break you silence for that comment—laughter ringing out, bouncing off the bathroom walls. “Simon Riley!” you admonish, “Nothing like that is going to happen! Have you forgotten you moved us to literally the safest town in the country?”

“But it could,” he responds sternly, not taking your backtalk for a moment, “look at how easy it is to squish these cute cheeks,” he slipped his arm around your neck from behind, your jaw cradled in the warm V of his elbow.

“Just look at this, what are you gonna do now?” he taunts, voice still steady but eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Like a cat batting around a toy.

You laugh delightedly, “That’s easy,” you turn to the side, leaning forward a bit to get around your cheeks, “I’ll bite them!” You chomp down, teeth pressing a neat ring into the skin of his arm.

Once you decided he was properly marked you let go, looking back into the mirror to admire your new artwork.

A clean ring of teeth marks showed on his bicep, skin slightly shiny with your drool. You made eye contact with him again through the mirror, “they won’t stand a chance,” you finish.

“You little witch,” Simon says, fondness creeping through every word. His other hand comes up to properly restrain you, causing your cheeks to chipmunk out around his arm in a beautiful pudge.

“I’ve been planning a new tattoo and I just figured out what it’s going to be,” he eyes your bite mark, something close to reverence flashing in his eyes, there and gone before you could properly recognize it.

You giggle while relaxing back, safe in the crook of his arms.

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Snippet inspired by artwork from @littlebit-of-art

haven’t seen one of these for chunky people, despite how perfect our cheeks are for this

[bugaboozz]

big into marvel latel y

[galacticleague]

when i tell you i SPRINTED to krita, kinda more of a painting test or exercise than anything else but. god im so fucking excited i just had to fuel my pure joy into something so i drew the announcement post🫡🫡🫡

[palossssssand]

brainstorming trito’s parents. Haven’t solidified names or designs yet but they were very loving and he misses them much.

[burgerking-drive-through]

pspspspspspsps

“Hi. Ok. So.

Whippaw told me to not fall for the ‘pspsps’.

So you can still pat me.

But if Whippaw sees I’m going to need to stab you. To keep up appearances.”

[that1strangedapple]

Anyone here watch Empress LittleBit’s Minecraft videos?

[swordsandholly]

@littlebit-of-art has really been inspiring me to draw again so here a companion piece to this post I made a couple weeks ago.

[luminousbeings-crudematter]

Oh my god hello??? I can't believe you followed me 😭💜

BroooOooo I love your art!!

[duskier]

Werewolf AU / fat hairy werewolf gf x poly!141 idea rambling in honor of the art by @littlebit-of-art ♡

|| okokok werewolf lore is always varied but I love the idea of like. shift at will werewolves, but they have forced shifts during the full moon where they get all primal and stuff... thinking about the 141 in the woods, in hiding from bad guys, getting cabin fever and impatient as hell. Pissed that Laswell has benched them (though understanding she has legitimate reasons why)

Soap finds you first, middle of the night. Well, you find him, actually. He was just sneaking out for a cigarette, went alone because he didn't want to share- his pack was running low. You're a tall creature when shifted, much too large to be excusably identified as a wolf. It's the full moon, so the 'you' isn't all there- moreso your hindbrain, your dumb dog of a wolf self. Of course *she* makes a beeline towards Soap after smelling him in the air, first human you'd seen in years- he thinks he's about to get mauled to death but is pleasantly surprised when he sees your tail wagging and you're nudging him to come play with you.

The rest of the squad looks at Soap like he's nuts when he comes by with you in tow, the "can we keep it?" look on his face. Ghost has half a mind to shoot you, no matter how damned cute you looked flopping over on your back, your primal way of telling the group you were friendly.

Price knows you're something strange, not a normal wolf. After some bickering between Soap and Price ("He looks cold :("..."it's a wild fucking animal, Sergeant") you're allowed to curl up on the couch in the den of the cabin, just in front of the fire. The wood of the furniture squeaks under your weight, reassuring Price you wouldn't be sneaking anywhere at night without him noticing.

...But come morning time, when you are you again- human, that is- Price is left speechless. Who was this beautiful, stark naked woman, and why was she on the couch? Where'd the wolf thing go? Poor man, fighting his urges to look you up and down over and over until he'd memorized every silky furry curve, the soft pout of your lips...

After an embarrassing wake up call, a lot of screaming and scrambling, you were sat in an oversized blanket wrapped around you and explaining who and what exactly you were to the 141. You appreciated the warm place to sleep in, so you offer them a deal- let you move in, you'll hunt for them in your wolf form. Easy enough.

What you never could have expected was how much you would become attached to the team. It starts off small, them getting used to your large wolf form- Gaz gives you a scratch behind your ear once in a while. Then it becomes so common for you to rest on him that when he sees you, he wordlessly clears his lap, a perfect resting spot for your head. Soap asks to draw you once, then it becomes a natural thing and he's a sudden canine anatomy expert in weeks, half his sketchbook filled with you- human and otherwise. Price checks in on you, worries over you and waits up every night that you're out late hunting for them. Reminds you not to push yourself, you've stocked them plenty for winter, as he wipes your bloody maw clean with a towel before bed. Ghost gets annoyed at your limp from stickers caught in your paws, but then it becomes a daily ritual for him to groom you all over, pulling out annoyances caught in your fur or paws.

...That's just when you're in your wolf form. When you're in your human form, the men are all just as sweet, if not sweeter. Price finds an old record player, teaches you to dance to the music. Revels in the feeling of pulling your soft body close, hands lovingly caressing every inch of your body as you sway in time, your pretty head resting on his chest. He becomes quickly besotted by the feeling of your arms under his hands, the silky hair covering inch of your skin making him just mad with affection and want. Soap makes even more portraits- drawings with harsh and soft lighting, never wanting you to ever hide your body in the ways you'd been taught to previously. Can't stop raining down compliments on you the entire time, as if every five minutes he's blown away once more at your beauty. Doesn't miss a single tuft of hair, a single bit of your body. Gaz who finds every way he can make you laugh because once he's heard it, once he's seen the way your laugh moves through your whole body and the way your smile lightens the room, he's like a lovesick puppy. (It becomes bad news for Soap, because nothing made you laugh quite like Gaz pranking Soap, each prank becoming more and more childish.) Ghost takes the meager rations they have- thankfully bolstered by your hunting- and makes the best warm meals you'd ever had. Makes you taste test every meal- never plated until it has your approval. Watches you with his golden brown eyes, searching for your praise.

One night, Laswell shipped them their new rations and included a bottle of bourbon, a late birthday gift for Price. 'Sorry you're still there,' a note on the bottle apologized. The team couldn't care less about being there, so focused in on you. You take turns having small shots of the liquor and end up watching the men as they excitedly share story after story with you, each wilder than the last. Price puts his big warm hand on your leg, unable to keep himself from squeezing gently. Gaz has his arm on the backrest behind you, fingers toying with your hair. Soap sits at your feet, his head on your knee, you feel his stubble against your skin whenever he speaks. It's Ghost who breaks rank first, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear and telling you you're the prettiest girl he'd ever met. You blush, and he says he'd like to kiss that blush right off of you. It's slurred, it's silly, but it works, and you let him kiss you, his mask rolled up to his nose. Soap protests, then, of course, how dare he not get a kiss. You jokingly ask Gaz if he'd like one too, of course he agrees and you oblige them both, as if it's the most natural thing in the world. You turn to Price, who was watching intently, eyes glittering in the firelight. "Come here, love," is all he has to say before you're crawling onto his lap and kissing him silly, the peanut buttery smell of his cigars filling your senses.

From there it's as natural as breathing to wake up in a cuddle pile, to kiss them all goodbye before going out on a hunt. For each of them to take you to bed, alone or all together or somewhere in between. They treat you like a precious thing, but never like glass- they know all too well how strong you are.

They find out even more of your capabilities when they are attacked.

Full moon, you're out hunting. Happily secure in letting your wolf side take the reins, looking for the best deer to take home for your boys when you hear a crack like a whip in the distance. You hear Soap screaming just as everything goes red for you. The primal side still in control, all it can think is that your pack was in danger. You ran faster than you ever thought possible, bulky wolf body breaking through old trees, unstoppable in your path to your mates. The men you kill in your way aren't anywhere near prepared for you, slaughtered like nothing. From your boys' perspective, you were a terrifying sight to see. Snarling and monstrous, standing on your back haunches taller than a building, soaked in blood and gore. It isn't until all enemies were silenced that you're capable of thinking anywhere clearly enough to look for your boys, make sure they were okay.

Thankfully, no one was hurt. Ignoring the mess covering you, you were sniffing and nuzzling each of them ignoring their protests in disgust, distressed whines leaving you. They weren't able to calm you that night, having to allow you to stalk a perimeter around the house all night long, daring more enemies to come. It wasn't until the next day that they found you, human form collapsed in the dirt from exhaustion. They take the time to bathe you, gently and with reverence, grateful for both your life and their own. Softening your skin with lotions and oils after, wrapping you in their nicest blankets and surrounding you in a giant cuddle pile so that when you awoke, you'd feel safe.

And you do. You can't imagine life without your boys.

[tinytimbits]

I feel like Tim would be such a learning little.. like he'd be reading those books like 'coding for kiddos!!' and stuff like that and even tho he already knows all of it he'd be sooo happy to learn again but as a toddler this time

-@lunas-little

oh he would love doing hour of code and using scratch like i am a coding nerd and i LOVED doing those in 4th/5th grade it was awesome

he'd love using littlebits or snap circuits too!! i had both as a kid and they were my favorite thing EVER!! i had some that you could plug into a computer and run code on it to display pixel art! i made a flashing heart on mine :3

[gemmahale]

The aggressive cheek squish is sending me. He looks so smitten.

Also, girl's got his hat on and I love that for her. (Also, her outfit is 100% adorable.)

gym buddies (you never get anything done)

second time drawing Gaz went way better 😅

[devil-in-hiding]

LOOK BEHOLD

@littlebit-of-art giving me a little squish 🥹🥹🥹