#please request guys... please...

[tulippanes]

hii i was just wondering if i could request a second list of cheeky shoto head cannons? i really enjoyed the other ones you've made. if you do not want to do it again please feel free to ignore this request. thank you!!

𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐘! 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈²

t. shoto x reader

pt. 1

. ݁₊ ⊹⁀ word count: 494 . ݁₊ ⊹⁀ warnings: N/A . ݁₊ ⊹⁀ type: drabble, fluff . ݁₊ ⊹⁀ a/n: thank u for requesting this i loved writing the cheeky shoto drabble and i loved writing this one (i love shoto)

cheeky! shoto todoroki who sometimes acted upon instinct, such as having a sudden urge to touch you only to blame it upon you ‘having a spec of dust’; so he puts.

cheeky! shoto todoroki whose hand comes up to pat your head, an indication of when he’d proud of you… and sometimes an excuse to give you some affection when he wants to.

cheeky! shoto todoroki who would huff and sigh to indicate that he wanted your attention. the two of you sat at the library, side by side as you both studied. well, really it was only you who was studying. shoto let out a quiet sigh. a couple minutes passed and another quiet sigh escaped past the bored boy. another couple minutes passed and this time he huffed as if he were frustrated.

just as he was about to sigh again, you quietly groaned in irritation and turned to look at him. “what is it?” you asked.

he met your gaze, slightly tilting his head to the side. a small hum can be heard from him, “..nothing.” you stared at him with exasperation and he returns your look with a small smile.

cheeky! shoto todoroki who would act like he didn’t understand a certain problem or question on a worksheet only so you could deliberately get closer to him. he called out your name and you turn your head in response. “i don’t get this,” he said with furrowed brows.

“lemme see,” you replied. he pointed to the question he was ‘confused’ on and watched out of the corner of his eye as you drew nearer towards him. it was easy to for him hold back the little grin that tried to slip through.

cheeky! shoto todoroki who saw you in the halls early morning before class started, his legs automatically speeding up to catch up to you. he grabbed the handle of your backpack and spun you around so you faced him. he leaned in close, to the point where your noses almost touched. “good morning,” he whispered. he heard the way your breath hitched and he leaned back, walking past you and motioning for you to follow.

cheeky! shoto todoroki acted like he did something back there. (he in fact, did do something)

cheeky! shoto todoroki who would feed you the food himself whenever you asked for a bite from his. “here,” he bluntly stated as he held up his food to your mouth. you leaned back slightly in surprise, glancing between him and the food that he was holding up.

“let me–”

“eat it,” he interrupted you. you gave in (who can say no to that face, after all?) and took a bite from the food in his hand. you slowly chewed and watched as he looked proud of himself.

“you did that on purpose,” you said, words incoherent due to your mouth full of food.

he took a bite from his own food too, “don’t talk while chewing.”

[theelmoarchive]

Hello tumblr it's been a bit 🔥🔥

I made this like a month ago when i was only halfway through PD season 2, but I actually just finished it completely so it's a little outdated-

Might update in the future who knows

They're all trans btw, if you cant tell 🫶

Ghostknife and William bonus

[d1s-0-b3d13nc3]

He’s the worst

[biweeklylttm]

handfull of pebblets for each of your iterator designs

24: Everyone is here! Except sliver cause this was driving me insane.

[stoneytruck]

u asked for swansea/daisuke suggestions so please consider: daisuke painting swansea's nails and gossiping about the other crewmates to him. male teenage girl and his dad..,,

At first I wasn't going to add any dialogue at all, but then I decided to play with the balloons in Illustrator and this nice page came out!

Thank you so much for the request, I can't wait to get more from all the other dai & swans fans 😈😈🙏🙏

[venileix]

Hey love your content xx

I have a request

Could you please please do a size kink with Anakin - Anakin wants the reader to ride him but reader is hesitant because of his big dick. But he guides them grasping there hips and thrusting into them

If not that’s ok x

PAIRING: Anakin Skywalker x F!reader SYNOPSIS: You are finally ready to go further, but it seems you've bitten off more than you can chew. WARNINGS: sexual content, unprotected sex, size kink, riding NOTES: MDNI! Thank you so much for reading my content and requesting! I hope this is what you were wanting. sorry it took so long, i was on the other side of the country for almost two weeks...

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Love and attachment was forbidden for a Jedi, and that rule was strictly enforced, shoved down the throats of clueless younglings who were taken before they were able to form an idea of what love was even supposed to be.

But if this was so wrong, then why did he feel so right?

Any thought to pull away from Anakin flew out the window the moment his lips met your skin.

You quickly found out you were much less informed on this topic than Anakin soon after you began this relationship.

How? You weren't too sure, but you were not complaining as his lips trailed soft kisses down your neck.

The air of his room was cold, but the temple walls provided the soundproof-like affect that he was looking for as he kept you on his lap.

You could feel his lips spread into a grin against your skin as you brought your hands up into his hair, tugging as he worked on your sensitive skin.

Only a few weeks ago, a shared mission ended in a confused kiss between you two, and now here you were, in his room, on top of him on his own bed.

Shifting your weight, readjusting your position on top of him caused you to rub up against him; and my force, he was hard.

You gasped, the contact felt electric as his hands immediately found their place, perfectly fitted against your hips, a low groan ghosting over his lips.

You were frozen in place, his breath quickening against the neck of your skin as his hands grasped your hips, as if to restrain himself.

"Can you do that again?" Anakin's voice was hoarse, his warm breath over your skin sending shivers down your body.

Your eyes widened, hands slowly trailed down from being tangled in his hair, to rest on his shoulders before you allowed your hips to slowly rock downwards again.

His groan of approval was enough to heighten the sensation you were feeling, making your hips move on their own again, as if desperate to chase those beautiful sounds from the man under you again and again.

"Oh, force," He moaned, using his hands to pull you harder against him.

Anakin could feel your arousal pooling between your legs, through the thin panties you wore underneath your nightdress.

He wasn't sure he would be able to contain his desires if you continued this, making him pause your movements, hands firmly on your skin.

"You have no idea what you are doing to me," His blue eyes were dark with pleasure filled desire as he stared at you, trying to regain his breath.

His words and voice, force, that voice, caused your hips to involuntary to try and push against his, but his hands kept you in place.

It was like your body was possessed, chasing it's own pleasure, you weren't entirely sure what you were even doing at this point.

"Please," You whined out, body almost shaking in anticipation, "It feels so good, Ani."

Force, Anakin was absolutely done for.

You watched his chest rise and fall, quickening at your words.

"Are you sure you want this? There's no going back after we do this." You could hardly even fully comprehend his words, just nodding along quickly.

Anakin couldn't believe how lucky he was.

He gently pushed your hips away from him, laughing softly at your confused pout as you sat up on your knees above him.

But that pout quickly shifted into astonishment as he was soon rid of his sweats and boxers.

"Ani," You gasped as he pull you back closer to him, "I don't think you'll fit."

Even with your very limited knowledge of intimacy, you understood what he was planning to do.

"Believe me," He smirked, "We'll make it fit."

Something about his words made a new heat rush to your core, and you were now suddenly very aware of how soaked your thin, cotton panties were as you hovered above him.

"Are you sure?" He grinned at your unsure tone, hands moving up your thighs, pushing the satin fabric of your nightdress up until he could grasp the flesh where your thigh met your hips.

His breath hitched as he could now see just how wet you really were.

"I'll take care of you baby," He glanced up into your eyes before takin one hand do move your panties to the side, almost moaning at the sight of you, "It might hurt at first, but tell me if it gets too bad."

Your entire body was shaking in anticipation as his hand on your hip guided you down onto him.

Your body jolted as his tip glided up and down your slit, getting covered in your own slick before slowly getting swallowed as Anakin pulled you down as gently as he could.

Inch by inch, the pressure and sting got stronger, your whines, which probably should have made Anakin's chest tighten with remorse, instead made it all the harder for him to hold back.

His panting mixed with your own as your lips ghosted over each others.

Somewhere within the pain, you felt him reach the deepest parts of you, places begging to be felt.

You had never felt anything like this before, moans ringing through your ears as the man under you held you down on him with fingers pressing into the skin of your hips.

For a minute, it was like everything around you faded away, the two of you surrounded by the white pleasure and pain.

"Ani," He almost gave up all of his morals right then and there as your voice floated through his ears.

"I've got you," He breathed out, "Are you okay?"

You could barely speak as he shifted ever-so-slightly underneath you, "Force, please move Ani."

You did not have to tell him twice, his hands gently moved up to your waist to slowly raise you up and he couldn't help but harshly pull you back down as your moan filled whimpers filled the air.

You almost screamed at the rough pleasure, your head dropping down to lay against his bare shoulder.

The pain of being so full and him stretching you out only brought more pleasure as he slowly continued moving your body up and down over him.

He whispered sweet nothings, breath hot against the shell of your ear, loving the way your whines caused his spine to shiver.

"Oh, Ani!" He hit that spot inside you that caused you to clench oh-so-tightly around him.

His hips bucked up at the tone of your voice, and he couldn't help the way it made him even harder, if that was even possible, when you screamed at the feeling.

"Please, please, please," You babbled out, unable to form any proper sentences, begging to feel that same intense pleasure again.

"Well, only if you insist," He spoke cockily through his whines, voice slightly cracking as whimpers escaped while he gripped your hips, nails digging in as he drilled his hips up into you.

Your mind went blank, you could feel his body get hot with sweat as you went limp against his shoulder, completely consumed by the white hot pleasure raking through your entire body.

Anakin could hardly keep his eyes open as he moved your body up and down to meet his thrusts, moans meeting your indistinguishable babbling of pleasure.

"I'm so close," He whimpered, head leaning down to rest on top of your own, "Come on, baby."

Neither of you had ever experienced anything like this, and suddenly you realized, the Order was wrong. There was no way in the whole galaxy, that this connection could be wrong.

"Cum with me," He could feel how hard you were clenching around him, "Please."

With one last harsh thrust, the feeling of you coming undone around him brought him even higher than he was before.

Your moans mixed together as your body shook, thighs trying to clench together despite the body between them.

Anakin's moans and whimpers spilled over you as he nestled into your neck.

You sat there, frozen against each other as you slowly came down from the intense feeling.

"I told you I would make it work," You could have laughed at his teasing if you weren't so exhausted.

[dia-the-fangirl]

I know this isn’t usually my topic of choice when posting… but I need help. My parents and I just realized that I’m borderline anorexic and I’m scared. I’ve always been skinny and weird when it came to food but it’s getting bad. Christian tumblrs, please pray for me. I’m going to need it.

[nickelpilled]

minimum wage fast food/restaurant worker hamilton au. if u even care

[mellohiizz]

can i get just art of uu!minute a he stands there full of shame by ash's side? knowing he is nothing more then a tool now, and will never make it upto spoke, or planet, or mapicc and squiddo. even if he doesnt trust them as far as he can throw them, he cant bring himself to look the closest thing he will ever have to friends in the eyes as he stands at his enemies side.

well, anon. hello. ^_^ let me just ask you something first. first of all! how dare you. second of all. who hurt you?? why are you like this? what's your backstory? i need to know what to use against you./j you're now part of the problem, and my therapist will hear about you.

i did draw it, but without any whimsy. why are people sending me angst filled requests? can i please just be silly and draw gays and girls?

[genries]

　　⠀　　　forsaken　elliot　set

[somewherewithouttaxes]

Daydreams

requested from @hulkingharbor

note: I'm attaching this to the Bleeding Light lore because I love the character I made, and this scenario is eating me alive :))

this is a long one. Sorry not sorry

Summary: Kurt doubts his beauty and worth. Ready takes it upon themselves to prove how much he means to them. Angst and fluff (kinda spicy but also not). Gender-neutral reader.

The mansion roof was a lonely place, but good to relax one's mind. Good to let creativity flow without the judgment of coworkers and students. Good to drown out the never-ending plaguing thoughts with bird chirps and whistling wind.

But no better remedy to stress is a best friend.

You and Kurt stopped conversing on the roof a long time ago. All that was left was a stagnant, yet calm silence. You lay on the bare concrete, letting each spinal joint decompress and muscles settle. Kurt sat next to you, staring off into the horizon, which was turning into a marvelous spectacle of purples and oranges.

You turned on your side, facing him with your body and eyes. He didn't notice you, but this didn't phase you. All you needed was to see him.

"You're so beautiful."

The words barely escaped, the whisper sticking in your throat. Kurt's head whipped down to you. Those perfect golden eyes flashed with confusion. "Pardon?"

A soft smile graced your cheeks. Your eyes couldn't help but light. "I said you're beautiful."

Kurt's eyes fell from you. You watched his jaw clench and muscles agitate. Several moments passed before he spoke again, and the one-word response grated on your mind with his frustration.

"Why?"

"Why am I talking?" Your grin faltered.

"Why are you doing this?" His accent tainted his words thicker, his telltale sign of nerves. You pushed yourself up to level with his face. "Please stop lying."

"Love, I'm not lying-"

Kurt's nearest hand hit yours away as you tried to touch him. "I'm not in the mood. Stop."

"Kurt, I'm not lying!" You ducked around to peer under his insistently ducked head. "Why would I lie? Have I ever lied like that before?"

"Because... stop." He scooted away from your gaze. His tail flicked in agitation - he never used that with you. "I don't want to talk about this anymore."

Your lips settled in a horrified frown. "Why do you think I'm lying? Please talk to me."

Kurt did not talk to you. He disappeared without another word in a cloud of purple and black smoke.

You threw your hands up, head whipping around the perimeter of the roof. "What the fuck?" You shouted to the sky. No response. No Kurt. You shuffled together your papers and pens, throwing everything into a haphazard pile in your arms before booking it down the stairs.

Nothing tugged at your heart more than to find Kurt immediately, but you couldn't function with your supplies so loose in your arms. Shouting for him all the way, you threw open your bedroom door and let the papers and pens fall to the floor just inside. Only mere feet back down the hall, Rogue chased you down.

"Y/N! Are ya okay?" Her powerful hands landed on your shoulder, concern painted across her lovely face.

"Have you seen Kurt? He just ran away from me after we had an argument. I'm worried for him."

"Oh, nah, I'm sorry, sugah. Do ya want me to find 'im for ya?"

You huffed a strong sigh from your mouth, propping your hands on your hips. A dull lump was forming deep in your throat. "No. This is my problem."

Your next stop was his bedroom. It had to be. His only other safe place was the roof, which he would never hide on if he thought you could still be there.

Your breath quickened with every nearing step to his door. With the number of times you'd made this walk in happiness, in giddy readiness for a late-night movie or jam session to grade papers, the growing pit of fear in your stomach should not be so frightening. Never before could you fathom dreading his bedroom.

Your knuckles made a quick rhythm against the door, calling his name one more time. You hated to risk invading his privacy, but you were desperate just to see him; a fulfilling conversation aside.

Slowly the door creaked open, revealing his empty bedroom. After a quick sweep of the visible areas, you backed away to retreat before a soft sniffle hit your ears. Barely, just beyond the edge of the couch, a dark spade lay pathetically on the wooden floor. As quietly as possible you closed the door, tip-toeing to the side of the couch. The side of Kurt's body revealed itself by the side coffee table.

"Please go away."

"Not until you talk to me, Love." You crept closer. The air between you fizzled. He was contemplating leaving again. Your body lurched to the floor, landing one hand on his bicep. "Please! Don't leave me!"

Kurt tossed your hand to the side. His curls hid most of his face, which you could sacrifice a finger to see fully. Anything to see him. You sighed, crossing your legs before him. "Why do you think I'm lying?" You prompted again, your voice softer with a newfound patience. "I'm here for you. What will it take for you to talk to me?"

A hand freed itself from the safety of his lap to wipe the running nose beneath the tear-soaked cheeks. "Ich weiß nicht was ich tun soll." His shoulders heaved.

"Babe, I still don't understand," you muttered pathetically.

Kurt's tongue swiped over his bottom lip. Your mind flashed to inappropriate places. "I am not beautiful," he stated, his flawless curls shaking with his head.

Okay. The nub of the problem.

This scenario had run through your head a hundred times before, all in different ways. Different places. You or him being the first to initiate. But no amount of practice in your imagination could prepare you for the looming threat of destroying the best relationship in your life.

Anything for a chance to cheer him up. To see his gorgeous smile, his perfect eyes light up for only a few more minutes.

"Okay. I'm going to tell you this once and you just... need to believe me," you swallowed the bile - the fear that everything could go wrong. That you had ruined everything so perfect about your relationship with three simple words in a moment of adoration. "I do love you. You are my best friend. I cherish our friendship so much-"

"Stop..." Kurt tossed his head back. Given the context, you despised the way his Adam's apple bobbed and the way you wanted to study its perfection under a microscope.

"Just- let me get through this all. I cherish our friendship so much. You understand me better than anyone. I feel the safest around you. And I love the endless nights bonding over the silly nerd shit on the balcony with endless ice cream." This was it. No going back now. "But the amount of times I've gone to bed at night daydreaming about something as simple as going on a date with you... I mean, a proper date. And I imagine so many kisses, so many other things that friends don't do. Sometimes, I even get so desperate that I go through scenarios from that day, but I imagine I'm treating you the way I truly want to."

You couldn't look at him anymore. If so, you may see him staring back at you with such horror and disgust, that you would never be able to look at yourself in the mirror again. "And I do this just in the hope that the daydream will turn into a real dream, and I can sleep through those lovely imaginings and wake up... and... yeah. That is that."

Nothing from him. No words, no shift in position. All you could offer now was the closing line you rehearsed in your mind a hundred times since opening his door.

"I do think you're beautiful. You're the most beautiful person in this entire damn mansion. I'm not daydreaming about anyone else."

When the suspense was ready to rip your heart open, you finally peeked. Kurt was staring. Not with disgust, but with wonder. Hope.

"How do you think these things?" was all he could muster out.

"Pardon?"

His six fingers fidgeted with themselves. You wanted nothing more than to reach out, take them, and kiss each of them until all doubts were ridden from his pretty little head.

"I don't understand. The last person I gave my heart to was disgusted. Horrified by me. I don't understand how you... don't."

Impossible. The thought of him with someone else, no matter how long before you, dried your mouth and made you want to hurl right there. But even more so, the thought of anyone convincing him such horrible narratives could be true... it made your blood boil. Your skin crawl. Nothing was comprehensible to you of how anyone could think of him in such a way. Not Kurt; not the handsome, skilled, kind, and brave man in front of you.

He was too kind for the world. No matter what became of him, how the world treated him, he never faced it with hate. Never pure, genuine hate for the world. Only for himself.

Slowly, knees cracking and heart aching, you reached for him as you willed yourself to stand. Kurt watched you silently beg him for a moment before accepting the offer. You led him to the edge of his bed and simply sat. Held his hands harder when he allowed himself to settle and relax.

Apprehensively, you sucked in a deep breath and steeled your eyes with his. "Please hear me, Love. You are not horrifying, Kurt. You're not disgusting. You are not. I love you, whether or not you choose to believe it, I love you. Both as a friend and as... anything else. However you'll take me."

Your hands snaked up to his neck, cupping the lean muscles beneath your palms. Warm, soft, and true. "It's okay if you don't reciprocate. I just need you to know that someone sees you as beautiful. I would never lie to you."

As if time stopped and you were left fighting through molasses space, your lips touched his cheek. Lower to his chin. Lower to his neck.

"I think your skin is so lovely. It's my second favorite color; second only to yellow."

His throat rumbled under your lips. A firework of giddiness exploded within your stomach.

While your lips traveled onto his collarbone with delicate kisses, daring to taste the rich blue skin only twice, your hands traveled with a mind of their own to play with his three-fingered hands.

"People have three fingers all the time. I see this as no issue." You brought one of his hands to your face, planting more kisses on his palm and down each individual finger.

"I quite like your ears," you confess, dragging one finger along the edge to mess with the pointy tip. "You know folks dig the elves from Lord of the Rings. So how could this be any different?" You smile.

For the first time since you dared call him what he was, Kurt smiled back. He grinned enough to flash the brilliantly pointed canines, which evoked vivid images you would dare never tell your mother.

You were about to start the journey down his chest, something you'd been all too excited to see for months, when the other hand laid a delicate grip to your chin. Masterfully, Kurt steered your face to his, and within milliseconds your daydreams came true.

His lips were still salty from the onslaught of tears, but nothing could have tasted sweeter. Together your lips worked as one, moving and sucking as though life itself lay beyond. Your back hit the mattress, hands scattering to touch every inch of his lean torso.

And then his shirt was off.

While you admired him, finally unburdened and accepting of your words, his mischievous tail snaked to your torso. Butterflies fluttered deep into your abdomen when the strong tail wrapped partially around your waist and lifted you closer to Kurt's body. He smirked down at you, amused by your desperate squirm.

"Is this what you dream of, schatz?"

A sly giggle escaped you as one finger ran down his back, so near to the spine to send gentle shivers through his entire nervous system. "You have fur," you smiled, tilting your head curiously.

"Ja?"

"It's cute." You pulled his face down to you again. You allowed this kiss to be slower. To taste him more. When Kurt pulled back with a wider smile than ever before, there was room in his eyes for nothing more than joy and relief.

"Ich liebe dich."

You ran your lovesick fingers through that beautiful head of hair. You knew what that phrase meant.

[junodoom]

excellent drawing request i received on insta

personally i think it’s a great context for my first time drawing nagito komaeda

[cankersaurus]

I have to hide my true identity from my friends (Bully 2006 fan)

[funnymothguy]

I give up here have these

[wickedfreakho]

Eren who falls deeply in love with you at first sight.

He saw you at an outing with his friend. You were getting tea from a small cafe in town with your pretty hair in a high ponytail, a white bow sitting perfectly at the top. Your outfit consisted of a business casual look as you were getting something to drink before a job interview.

Once Eren's eyes landed on you he couldn't look away.

I have to have her he thought to himself.

"Yo, Eren?" Connie called out to him snapping his fingers in front of Eren's face.

Eren blinked a few times before tuning into whatever Connie was saying.

"My bad..I'm listening"

"Anyways I was talking about how Sasha ate my whole can of pringles in less than an hour..." Connie continues to complain about Sasha's eating habits. While Eren was only half listening to him, you were grabbing your tea from the pick-up counter.

Before you left, you thought it was a good idea to get napkins just in case you spilled some on the table at your interview, which you hoped wouldn't happen.

Eren just so happens to be next to the table that has straws, napkins, and whatever else.

Walking towards the napkins, you grabbed a few before looking to your right to see Eren in all his glory.

His hair was effortlessly pinned back, a few stray strands escaping with carelessness. His soft pink lips glistened, hinting at a touch of vaseline, while his deep jade eyes met yours with unwavering intensity.

Too nervous to even process what's going on, you smiled politely at him and walked out of the cafe, pushing the door with your shoulder.

It didn't matter if he wasn't paying attention to poor Connie's words. If Eren learned anything from this short and small encounter it would be the difference between 'pretty' and 'beautiful'.

yeah i guess i would consider this my first piece of writing...enjoy!

@ wickedfreakho , pls don't copy, translate, or repost my work without my permission babes <3.

[citrusilly]

help i cant stop drawing him (007n7)

the uncensored ver for the second pic is under here,,, its suggestive *gulp*