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

DOODLES

simon riley hates when you smoke, so whenever he feels the need to smoke he’ll wait until you’re sleeping or busy because he knows you’ll want to join him. he’ll sneak onto the balcony and light a cigarette; hold it between his index and middle finger, take a long drag and tilt his head back to watch the smoke puff from his mouth.

the sound of the door sliding makes him shut his eyes, he only sighs and drops his head slightly, moving away from the banister and sitting on the mini couch.

leaning forward to take another pull from the cigarette, he leans back into the cushion and looks you up and down. he rolls his eyes at your face, pouty lips and wide eyes glued to his hands — the smoking cig that burns ash onto his clothes.

tapping his thigh, he shifts his hips upwards before spreading his legs. in an instant you’re straddling his hips, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before reaching for the cigarette that he’s holding. simon only shakes his head and pulls his hand away from yours, sitting up slightly and wrapping an arm around your waist.

“no,” he grumbles. pulling you into his chest, he returns the gesture and pecks you on the lips. when you whine and squirm in his hold he has to bite back a grunt, his eyes hardening as you frown with glances towards the cigarette.

“don’t be like that, si.” you say, trailing your hands down his shoulders and squeezing around his biceps. you lean forward and bump your nose with his, smelling the tobacco that lingers on him. “give me a taste.”

simon knows that he’s being a hypocrite. you don’t smoke often, and majority of the times when you join him outside are when he’s smoking first. he influences you, but he has his urges and sometimes can’t wait til’ you’re away.

begrudgingly, he loosens his hold on you, rubbing your arm as a gust of wind breezes through your hair. simon tucks a strand of hair behind your ear before he settles his hand on the back of your neck.

“open your mouth.”

a smile grows on your lips and without much thinking you’re doing exactly what you’re told. you watch as simon leans forward, you can feel his chest rise from underneath your hands as he inhales. ash begins to fall from the end and you swipe away at his shirt, small smudges staining the soft material.

simon’s fingers gingerly squeeze the back of your neck, he tugs you towards him until you’re lips are just barely hovering his. his thumb caresses your jaw before he blows the smoke into your mouth, humming when you inhale it and lean into him for more.

when you tilt your head away to blow out the smoke, he turns you back to him before pressing his lips to yours. the subtle taste of tobacco that strays on your tongue makes him groan. and times like these make him hate smoking with you a little less.

Built to Fall

Pairing: Papa Emeritus II x Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Platonic relationships, techincally male reader but the gender doesn’t really matter, implied/referenced self-harm, no self harm actually occurs, referenced verbal abuse, mentions of alcoholism/substance abuse, family issues, emotional hurt/comfort, found family, crying, angst, fluff, soft secondo, cuddling, literal sleeping together, father/child relationships, bad italian translations, pet names, physical affection, no beta we die like nihil, etc. 

A/N: oops. i have issues. i keep forgetting to put this on tumblr. enjoy i guess lol 

WC: 3349

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Our Little Brother

Asgard is a very strange place, at least that’s what Y/N thinks. The third son of Odin and Freya sometimes wonders how can pass as an Asgardian.

The population of warriors clashes with Y/N’s personality perfectly. The latter, as the God of Nature, is petit and plump figure, along with his shy and kind personality, he couldn’t be more different than his people.

“Y/N, my dearest flower, what has you so troubled?”

Ah, his mother, Y/N loves his mother dearly, she is the strongest woman that he knows. Freya taught Y/N a lot of things, thanks to her he became a master in healing magic.

When he was younger, Thor and Loki joked that Y/N was a mama’s boy, but they found it very cute.

“Nothing too troublesome, mother, I’m just worried about them.”

Them, Y/N is referring to his father and brothers. The three of them were at some war campaign, Y/N doesn’t remember, he never liked wars anyway.

But, the fought of losing his brothers and father breaks his hart. Every time this happened, Y/N worried that they wouldn’t come back.

Y/N loved his brothers dearly, Thor and Loki were his heroes, always protecting him, always making sure he was all right.

They were so different, but yet, so alike. Thor was an extrovert, a booming force, perhaps a little childish, but he had a good heart.

Loki, he was closed off, some would say he was mean and evil, but, there was no denying, he was extremely intelligent. Always ready to defend Y/N if he needed it. You don’t want to get on his bad side…

“Why are crying, my dearest brother, who hurt you?”

One time, when Loki discovered someone was making fun of his brother because of his weight, Loki cursed them, and Y/N never so his bully again.

And Thor, he didn’t mind physically fighting someone who offended his brother.

“Y/N, we’re back!”

After hearing his brother’s booming voice, Y/N ran to the throne room. Finding, his brothers and father, still in their armours.

He practically jumped in Loki’s arms, the God of Mischief wrapping his arms around Y/N, to stabilise him.

“You’re such a baby sometimes, Y/N. Did you miss me that much?” Loki teased.

“Shut up! I know you like it!”

“Don’t I get a hug?” Thor asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

After hugging and kissing Loki loads, Y/N jumped into Thor’s strong arms. The eldest brother spinning him, laughing like a child.

“He has blossomed into a handsome young man.” Y/N heard his father whisper to his mother.

Y/N loved moments like this, where they could all be together, like a true family.

Sure, they weren’t perfect, but they were his family. And Y/N loved his family with all his heart.

Forehead smooches 💋

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

Aizawa x daughter!reader - get through this together

Could you write a dadzawa in which he has a teen daughter (she is biological) but she is depressed and maybe she was thinking abould hurting herself but Aizawa stopped her? - Anon💜

TW: mentions of attempted self harm and depression

You had never been one to talk about your emotions, your struggles, and in a way you very much took after your dad in that sense.

You had been struggling for a while, and you were great at hiding it through smiles and laughter, always keeping yourself busy whether it was with friends, school work, hobbies, or spending time with you dad, there wasn’t many occasions you were alone.

But, like now, when you were alone you were forced to sit in your own company.

Sit with your own mind, and it slowly take over, the negative thoughts, the dark and twisted thoughts that you hated thinking about slowly ran riot around your brain.

Eventually you find yourself sitting in your bathroom, clutching tightly for any shred of happy thought or positive emotion that would help light your way from the darkness as tears ran down your face.

You had been struggling for so long, looking for anything that would help you, and nothing you tried ever worked, they always came back.

So, now you sit, a small but sharp knife you had taken from the kitchen, clutching it in a white knuckle grip.

You didn’t want to scar your own skin.

You didn’t want to be the reason that you were bleeding.

You didn’t want to actually do this.

But your brain was taking you too, almost screaming at you to.

It was telling you this was the only way you would feel normal, the only thing that would make it all better, that you should just do it because nobody would notice if you did.

Slowly the dark thought began to win the silent battle you were having with yourself, and you slowly raised it to your arm with a trembling hand.

You were so confused and focused on this you weren’t paying attention to anything else around you.

Which mean you didn’t know your phone had been ringing in your room, or the fact your dad had all but come running home from where he was stood trying to call you in the shop.

You didn’t know that he had searched the entire house for you until he saw you through the slight gap in the bathroom door.

Slowly he approached, kneeing down just in front of you and he wrapped his hands around yours holding the knife.

“No…” Aizawa spoke quietly.

You slowly up and looked at him, he wore a worried look on his face, his gaze fully fixated on the knife in your hand.

“Give me the knife…” he quietly commanded.

The moment your grip loosened on it he took it and slide it behind him, and he immediately started checking you for injuries.

“You’re okay… you’re okay…” he whispered.

Aizawa wasn’t sure if he was whispering it for your sake or for his, maybe it was for both of you, but he kept repeating it as he checked your arms.

When he didn’t see any wounds or any scars, he was quickly to pull you into his arms, pressing your head to his shoulder.

“I’m here… I’ve got you…” he whispered.

Something about those words just seemed to make the dam you had built inside of you snap, you threw your arms around Aizawa, and sobbed heavily into his chest.

His heart shattered at the sound of your sobs, and he held you tighter, resting his chin on the top of your head, running a hand up and down your back trying to comfort you.

“Let it all out kiddo… I’ve got you…”

As you carried on sobbing into your dad’s chest, he shuffled a little so he could sit down, pulling you against him so he could hold you in a tight but comforting embrace.

“Whatever you’re going through… whatever’s going on… we can get through this okay? Together. Just.. just never hurt yourself… please.. please never hurt yourself…” he spoke quietly.

“I’m sorry…”

Aizawa gently shushed you, holding you a little tighter.

“It’s okay… we’ll get through this okay? When you’re ready we’ll talk about whatever’s going on, about what we can do to help.”

You gave a small nod, and Aizawa let out a small breath, making sure to keep a tight hold on you.

He was fully prepared to sit with you all night, no matter how tired he was, or how early he had to be up tomorrow, you were the most important person to him, and if you had to sit in the bathroom floor all night, then that’s what he would do

Don’t Forget Your Place

Word Count: 2,663

Pairing: dom!Loki x femboy!sub!Reader

Warning: Smut, sex toys, restraints, anal sex, masturbation

Summary: You decide to break one of Loki’s rules. He has to put you in your place once again.

You and Loki were dressing up for a party held at Stark’s Tower. You both were dressed in all black. Loki’s eyes raked over your form, a smile on his face. One of the things he loved about dating you was your style and the way that you dressed. You didn’t dress like the stereotype of males in their early twenties. You were different. The black crop top, choker, fishnets, painted nails, skirt, and boots proved that. “Ready?” “Mhm.” He took your hand and drove you to the location. You knew that you’d be here for a long time even after mostly everyone was gone. Everyone greeted the two of you when you walked in, providing compliments mostly towards you. 

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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

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.

Secret

Captain Price x M!DogHybrid!Reader

Warnings: MORE HYBRID SHIT, I’m in a Price mood Ngl, bjs and shit, uhh workplace sex?? Idk, cigar smoking, uhh idk you’re under a desk and someone comes in, gay, bleh, no established relationship?, not proof read

★ Being hired as a hybrid to work with the Task force meant many responsibilities. A lot of those responsibilities meant being around the captain a lot. You didn’t complain, following orders was just something you were meant to do. If he called for you, you would come. Like a dog to its owner, you didn’t complain or get annoyed when you saw him. You were fine with the captain, even enjoying his company from time to time. Sometimes he would just call you in to sit in his office, strike up a conversation involving a topic or two before sending you on your way. It didn’t bother you, even if it was just to collect a few pieces of information from you.

★ Some would even make jokes about you two getting it on in his office, Price quickly shutting down the idea being spread by any dumb rookie. You would just chuckle at the comments, the way he would immediately stop the words from spreading would surprise you. It wasn’t like it was a lie, anyway. When someone would bring up that joke, your mind would immediately skip to what you did in his office last night. Your ears would twitch on your head, tail wagging out of sight while Price chewed out the recruit. He was hot when he was serious, you weren’t going to lie. You were always more than excited when he would use that tone on you, too. The way he could easily command you always made your stomach feel warm, the instinct to be obedient to him made it easier for you to comply.

★ The jokes floating among the rookies weren’t just pulled out of thin air, most of the time. A few could swear on their lives that the few times they’ve walked by his office, muffled groans could be heard on the other side. Others, they heard quiet whimpers, or the quiet rocking of his desk. Maybe the captain just liked to do certain activities in his office, and no one had the balls to ask what they were. But deep down, they all came to the conclusion that Price was in there having his way with you. The way you submit to him wasn’t unnoticed, even though it could just pass as you being a loyal hybrid.

★ And maybe that was what it was that was making you like this, the need to please an authority figure making you more vulnerable to him. And for the many times noises were heard, that’s exactly what was happening inside. The shuffling of a desk rocking and the whimpers were no mistakenly the heard sound, the captain fucking into you at a brutal pace as you were bent over his desk. Tears collected in your eyes as you moan and whine, his rough hands holding you in place. One of his hands was kept on your neck, holding you still. The other was holding onto that tail of yours, keeping it from getting in the way. In a way, he found its frantic movements adorable, your body giving non verbal signs of enjoyment.

★ Then there was the groaning, that one giving itself away sometimes. You would be in his office, snug sitting under his desk on your knees. You had come in maybe thirty minutes before, a hazy look in your eyes as he looks up at you from his papers. He calls you over, asking every appropriate question before inviting you under his desk. He makes sure you want it, grabbing your chin gently and making you look up at him. He asks one more time for good measure, finally letting you free his cock from his pants as he continues to smoke on his lit cigar. After a few minutes, your slowly easing his cock into your mouth, quiet whimpers leaving your throat.

★ Price doesn’t force it in, or pull it out of your mouth. He knows to let you take your time, this being some sort of stress reliever to you. Every once in a while he’ll reach down and stroke his hand through your hair, chuckling at the sound of your tail thumping against the wood of his desk. The smell of the cigar fills your nose as you continue to suck on his cock, your eyes still holding that hazy hue as you look up at him most of the time. At one point, he blows the smoke of the cigar playfully down at you, chuckling as you groan and try to swat the smoke away. You both sit in a comfortable silence for a while, enjoying each others company.

★ Well it was quiet, until you heard the unmistakable sound of a knock on the door. You panic, sitting up quickly only to hit your head on his desk. You whine, rubbing at your now throbbing head as you look up at Price, panicked. He gently shushes you, grabbing your chin and slowly guiding you back to his cock. You open your mouth obediently, even though your eyes hold so much confusion. He presses a finger to his lips, a small “shh” sound leaving from behind it as he moves his chair closer to his desk. You choke slightly on his cock, small noises leaving you as you wait for his instructions. What surprises you is when you hear a very audible “come in!” from the captain, your eyes holding a slight sense of fear. He just sneaks his hand down slowly to gently rub at your ears, putting his cigar out as the person walks in.

★ Its a casual conversation on details for a mission you’re all going on, Prices hand leaving from below the desk to shuffle around some files on top of it. The recruit stays longer than you would like for them to, taking Prices cock out of your mouth and licking at his tip. You smirk slightly as he glances down at you, fully aware of what you’re doing. Your tail thumps quietly against the floor, almost wanting for you both to get caught. Price clears his throat and leans back slightly and continues talking to the recruit, his foot slowly moving to press down on your tail, a quiet noise of shock leaving you as his boot holds it in place.

★ When the recruit finally leaves, Prices chair is moved back out, his foot moving off of your tail as he glares down at you. You give him a playful smile, yelping somewhat in surprise as his hand moves to the back of your head. Your head is forced down on his cock, pathetic whimpers and small gags leaving you as he guides your head on his length, drool seeping from around his cock as you let him do it. Tears prickle in your eyes as he stills his movements, hand pressing your head down and releasing down your throat. He slowly eases his dick out of your mouth, watching you cough quietly and swallow. He hands you a small water bottle he has sitting on his desk, tucking his cock back into his pants as you drink from it. He moves his chair out to let you leave, only for you to shake your head. He hums, moving back in and letting you follow through with your own idea as he moves to his papers again. You hum contently, resting your head on his lap.

★ Who wouldn’t want that kind of attention from their Captain?

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