DOODLES

EMERGENCY REQUEST - tw for this if somebody needs it— anyway can I please have aizawa and a male!student reader comfort. Reader recently relapsed in sh and has been struggling with neglectful/oblivious parents? I need some comfort cause my recent relapse hit hard :(

TW: SH

A/N: First off I'm really sorry you have to go through that, I myself have been struggling with relapse so I understand in a way. But I know you can get through this, I believe in you. If you need to talk I'm free just shoot me a message. I'm here and there are others as well. Sorry if I'm late, I hope this helps.

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"Hey don't forget to meet the deadline for gear changes and costume alterations," Mr.Aizawa said while closing of class. Before you walked out, "Hey Y/N please stay back I need to talk to you about something." You were nervous, a cold sweat had formed against the back of your neck. Everything had been going wrong lately, you had already messed up so badly and there was no fixing it. You took small steps towards Mr.Aizawa's desk, your hands tightend around your bag strap and the tears threatening to fall had not come yet.

"Y-yes sir... What ... what is it?" you tried to calm your wavering voice but it was no use. You felt a warm hand on your head gently patting your head, "Kid, you've been a bit off these past few day," you wanted to cry, you couldn't believe he'd noticed you tried so hard to hide it. "I know I come off as a harsh teacher but I do care about you Y/N so if there's anything that's bugging you, talk to me. I'll help where I can," it didn't take much more for the tears to overflow.

He bent down a bit a wiped your tears, "Take your time, tell me if you're comfortable. I'm right here just let it out." Aizawa rubbed your shoulders as he tried to calm you doen, "I-... I recently h-had a relapse *sniffle* and it's been so hard to deal with. M-my parents they just they don't care frick... god I don't even think they know. I've been try but it.. I-." The tears wouldn't stop. His face turned for a second, jaw clenched. Was he angry at you? No, his eyes soften as he assured you. He was mad at them.

"Hey this is not your fault , I need you to know that. You're so brave for dealing with this all by yourself. Things like this happen. Here what if you're ok let me see how they are and if its ok we'll have Recovery Girl treat them. Or i can just make sure they're ok. Whatever you need kid," he looked at you as waitogn for a response and a nod was enought for him. Aizawa wiped the last of your tears.

"We're gonna have to talk to the principal and we'll see what we can work out. We might have to discuss with your parents but I'll see if to keep them out of it. We are gonna see what's best for you and get you what you need ok," he gestured for you to follow him.

"Let's get you checked out. I'm sure you know this isn't easy but I'm gonna be there and the school is going to do they're best. But if you change your mind to keep this personal I'll do my best. You're one of my best students and I'm always going to belive in you," he smiled soft and very differnet to most times. You could trll he meant it.

"Thank you Mr.Aizawa. I was afraid... I just thank you," you offered a weak smile as you head to the infirmary. "No problem kid and there's no need to be afriad you're a hero afterall, "he ruffled your hair one last time.

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I hope this helped. I decided to write a drabble, but I hope this helps

 Your Friends Vs Your Best Friend

Found one of my first ever Ghost fan arts. I've improved a lot since then. Might recreate it lmao

Rainy Day

Summary: Copia comforts you during one of your bad days.

Warnings: depictions of depression and anxiety, mentions of past emotional abuse by parents, mentions of religious trauma, mention of feeling numb

You woke to the sound of distant thunder rumbling, the morning bringing with it muted sunshine and a sky full of gray clouds.

The sunrise any other morning would be hypnotizing, splashes of color transforming the world right before your eyes, but today you sit at the window and watch as deep black night fades into a gray morning, painting everything outside the window in a dull palette.

Rain was sure to follow the mixed hues of fluffy clouds, so you parted the curtains, snuggled back into bed, and watched as the first drops began to stream down the glass.

The weather outside perfectly mirrors the way you feel today. There are shades of dark and light in the sky, warring for prominence just like your thoughts do. You feel apathetic and exhausted, ready to waste your day doing nothing; that wars with your need to do something, to be productive when you’re away from work, as if you’re a failure for not using your time like everyone else says you should.

It reminds you of your mother. In your mind, you hear her screams of calling you “lazy”, telling you that you were a pig for not using your time productively. You think about your father, telling you that you need to do something.

But today you just can’t, and you feel worthless.

It leaves you in a whirl of emotion, and you feel numb from the slowly creeping chill of depression that’s suddenly weighing down on your soul.

So you lie there, watching the gentle streams of rain turn into a downpour, battering the window for long hours that seem to pass too slowly and too fast simultaneously.

You change your position in bed only once, from facing the window to facing the door. Light presses against your closed lids, and you open your eyes to see Copia quietly closing the door, walking over to take place on the part of the bed unused by your large cocoon of blankets.

He says nothing, his presence only obvious by him gently brushing his fingers through your hair. You answer his silence with your own, covering his crossed legs with a soft blanket and laying your head in his lap.

He hums thoughtfully, adjusting himself for your comfort until you’re both in a position to watch the pouring rain change the landscape outside.

“Are you comfortable?” he asks, resuming his gentle massage on your scalp.

“Yes. This is perfect,” you reply, a tiny smile gracing your lips for the first time today.

You can feel his eyes on you, his head tilted down, but you don’t meet his gaze. It’s the sound of the rain outside, married to the feeling of his fingers moving against your scalp, that draws all your attention. The mix almost makes you feel calm.

Almost.

Long moments pass in this shared embrace, but instead of feeling comforted you begin to feel worse, the anxiety welling up in your stomach. You peek at the clock - 4PM - and groan, unable to push down the way your feelings are rising to the surface.

You’ve wasted your whole damn day doing nothing, and now it’s almost over.

The thought multiplies itself through your mind until there’s nothing else there. Not the rain, slowing to a gentle spray; not the way Copia’s fingers massage your scalp; not even Copia himself, whose comforting warmth surrounding you had previously eaten up your thoughts.

“What is wrong, amore?”

“I feel so ashamed of myself right now,” you tell him.

He encourages you to tell him what has made you feel this way, and so you do. You tell him about this sadness that had come this morning. How you felt so unmotivated to do anything, yet felt like you had to so that others wouldn’t see you as worthless, like you know your parents did.

By the end of confiding your feelings to him, you’re crying. Salty tears leave tracks in their wake, that Copia gently wipes away with his thumbs.

He moves you out of his lap, helping you to sit up so that your face is almost level with his. His hands cup your cheeks, and he brings your forehead to his lips. It’s not a kiss, he just brushes his lips against your skin, before pulling away and looking into your eyes.

“You are not worthless.” His hands leave your face and take your hands, thumbs rubbing against your knuckles. “I know that it’s easy to feel that way, especially because of how your parents treated you, and your past experience with religion. But now you are here. Lucifer understands that you need a break sometimes. He’s not disappointed in you, and neither am I. Nor anyone else, so you don’t have to feel that way anymore. And I know that those feelings and thoughts won’t stop overnight, but I am here to help you make them go away.”

Copia pulls at your hands, bringing you into a hug. Your nestled against his warmth again. His words chip away at some of the thoughts in your mind, and despite the way you feel otherwise, it’s comforting.

There’s warmth here. A safety you find in him that isn’t easy for you to feel on days like this.

The anxieties, fears, and the depression all begin to fade into tiny pinpricks of light. Still hiding there, somewhere on the edges of your mind, but small enough now that you can see more than the dragging darkness that clung to them.

You let yourself sink into the warmth of this moment, relaxing completely against him and allowing your eyes to fall closed. Copia gently threads his fingers into your hair again, humming thoughtfully at the way you shiver pleasantly at his touch.

You knew that this was a temporary setback and that the thoughts would come back again. But for now, this was nice.

lollipop... bttm male reader.

!!.. amab reader, reader has oral fixation, top is kinda mean, reader gives head, cockwarming at start...

his eyes lingered on your lips as he watched you lick your popsicle a little too.. good.

the way your tongue licked the popsicle skillfully, not a single drop dripping down your chin.

you however noticed the staring and quirked an eyebrow at your friend's weird look. " you sure are good at licking that popsicle "

you choked and pulled the frozen treat out of your mouth. you glared at him as your face heated up. " i'm going to shove this popsicle up your ass, pervert! "

he only smirked " don't threaten me with a good time.. " he lazily replied while continuing to eat his ice cream.

" weirdo... " you whispered under your breath.

after that little incident, you couldn't help but keep eating anything that required some form of licking or sucking around him. making it look more sexual every time as a way to say something.

a week had passed since that incident that caused you to drop more and more sexual hints towards him.

you sat down next to him as you adored a lollipop in your mouth. you started to suck that lollipop a little too enthusiastically which earned you a look from him.

" i hope your teeth fall off from all those sweets you've been eating. " he snarkily said to you before returning his attention to his phone.

you side-eyed him and rolled your eyes, obviously frustrated at him not getting a clue at all.

this fucking dumbass.. you got up with a grunt only to be pulled back on the couch by him.

" finish that lollipop and i'll give you something else to suck on. "

never in your life have you ever finished a lollipop in mere seconds.

a grunt left your lips as you looked up at him, your glossy doe eyes filled with nothing but lust.

" shit baby, if i knew this mouth was that good i would've let you suck me off a long time ago. " his voice's a few octaves lower than usual, making your dick tremble in your shorts.

your nipples are hard, the feeling of the cold wind making you shiver a bit.

he strokes your hair, his hand traveling from your soft locks to your cheeks, his finger wiping the tears from your eyes. " y'know, i always knew what you wanted all this time. seeing how desperate you were for me was just so cute.. "

you glare up at him, a bit pissed at how he's been toying with you all this time. " but seeing you so frustrated was just.. " he didn't finish his sentence as it was interrupted by his laugh.

you gag a bit as he forces himself deeper into you, a sick look of pleasure in his eyes as he watches you suffer. oh but he knows, he knows how much you are enjoying this by the tent in your shorts.

your shirt was discarded somewhere a long time ago, your body already filled with bite marks and hickeys from no other than him.

you whined at him, the vibration sending itself straight towards his cock. the stimulation only makes him near.

" alright, alright. since you're so desperate i'll give you what you want. "

he grabs a hold of your hair and began thrusting into you, his cock hitting the back of your throat. the feeling of your mouth being full and the taste of his salty pre cum just making you see stars.

you occasionally lick his bottom side and hollow your cheeks out, in an attempt to make him cum faster and oh, it was working.

" shit baby.. if you keep doing that i might just cum right now. "

and that's exactly what you want as you look up at him, batting your eyelashes as if asking for it.

he smirks and thrusts into you harder, his hips slowly stuttering, nearing his release. " f- fuck.. you better take what i'm giving you, slut. "

his semen shot itself into your throat, painting it white. your eyes roll into the back of your head as you swallow every drop. without even realizing it, your own release comes as you soil your pants.

" bet you fucking love swallowing your own best friend whole huh? " he laughs in your face.

he looks down at you, doting at the sight of you drinking down every drop of him, your own pants wet without him even needing to touch you.

" attaboy. "

I was sad and bored so I drew some potatoes

Forehead smooches 💋

It's important to smooch your Soap at least once per day <3

Slowly, For You - Papa Emeritus II x Male!Reader (NSFW)

Forgive me father, for I have sinned.

Anyways, I wrote some fun times for my wife finally. Sorry for my mutuals/followers who are still waiting for my Adrian and Marvel shit to update. Y'all gotta wait until I stop wanting to fuck this old man

Short and simple; not proof read

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NSFW WARNING: handjobs, slight voyeurism mentioned

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A cheek was pressed softly against a thigh, eyes upturned towards the looming figure above them.

Slow, lazy, strokes were being done by the hand merely inches from the face; slowly getting the man above him off

Y/n watched as Secondo tried to focus on his work. The man was straight faced, but every few minutes when Y/n would press his thumb into the head his mouth would become a flat line and his breath would pick up ever so slightly.

A hand was in Y/n's hair, petting Y/n's head with just as slow movements as the hand on his dick. Y/n smiled sweetly at the small form of affection. It was all he needed in return. He just wanted to please his Papa.

Y/n heard a page flip and the fire ghoul who was collecting books to return to the library left. Y/n saw Secondo's eyes glance down at him and he took that as his cue.

His movements became more fast paced, as he was now allowed to actually do so. He watched as Secondo's mouth parted but no noise came out. It made Y/n's stomach flutter seeing him slowly coming undone.

Y/n put more effort into it and Secondo finally let out a shuddering groan and leaned back in his seat. He put down his pen and tilted his head back. Y/n could feel the muscles in Secondo's thigh slightly move and twitch under his cheek.

Y/n watched with pleasure as the man finally came; his mouth opening with a silent gasp and his thighs jolting. Y/n kept his hand moving, a bit slower though, as he rode out the high. Y/n didn't mind the feeling of the cum on his hand. It wasn't the worst feeling he's every experienced and would love to feel it anytime with Secondo.

Secondo let out a sigh and Y/n let go of his dick. He brought the hand up to his mouth and made eye contact with Secondo as his eyes opened. Y/n slowly licked it off his hand with a smile. Secondo watched him with light amusement until it was done.

When Y/n's hand was free of the substance, Secondo carefully pulled him up and off his knees. He helped Y/n into his lap and kissed him tenderly. Y/n was glad that the man wasn't wearing his Papal makeup, as it would be a bitch to explain and clean up.

"You did so well." Secondo spoke softly to Y/n, who smiled back.

"Thank you, Papa. Anything for you." Y/n pressed another kiss to the man's lips.

For my one and only anon <3 | Warnings: NSFW, very short, anal sex (reader is a bottom), reader has a dick, reader wears ‘feminine’ clothes + makeup, readers ass is referred to as ‘boypussy’ once, mild degradation, reader flirts with other men, creampie?

Ghost with a slutty m!reader would be an interesting combination. He’d support your slutty lifestyle. Happily buying you dresses, skirts, heels, lingerie, makeup, etc. He’d proudly show you off, twirling you around while you’re sporting a skin-tight dress that accentuates your curves and just barely covers your ass. Ignoring all the hungry stares from onlookers who also want a piece of you, unfortunately for them, you’re his.

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“P-please slow d-down!”

Your muffled pleas fall on deaf ears. Ghost’s thrusts are unrelenting as he bullies his cock deep into your boypussy. Slamming into your prostate with scary precision, making your back arch deep. Had you not been flirting with drunk men at the bar, you wouldn’t find yourself ass-up face-down while receiving your punishment from Ghost. You just had to egg him on. Letting those bastards put their filthy hands on you, letting them feel you up, and touch what’s his. Despite Ghost’s many warnings in the form of glares, you furtively ignored him.

Ghost scoffs at your pleas for him to ‘slow down.’ If you really want to be a dirty slut, he’ll treat you like one. Ghost pulls your hair, lifting your face off of the pillow. Your makeup is in ruins while mascara streaks run down your face. There’s drool on the side of your mouth, and your eyes are unfocused. "The dumb little slut is cock drunk, eh?" You let out a pathetic, high-pitched whine, your mind too dazed to form sentences. Ghost chuckles at your pitiful state. He continues to thrust himself into you, his movements becoming more erratic and desperate as he approaches his climax. “Fuck, I’m close."

You feel a thick substance fill your insides, some of it spilling out. You groan at the feeling. Ghost rides out his high for a minute before going still. You try to lift your head up, but are quickly shoved back down. You’re momentarily confused until you feel Ghost get close to your ear. "I’m not finished with you yet."

Fuck.

I’m sorry Popia but I’m not on the square I’m on the spectrum