❝kiss The Nightmares Away❞

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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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.

HERE IS WHERE I GOT THE IDEA FROM!! vvvv

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Comfort.

Hobie x gn!reader FLUFF!

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Summary: You were feeling like shit and that led to loss of sleep and etc. Hobie took notice and decided to pop in while you were crying and helped you out, along with a lot of hugs and comfort (need that fr).

Contains: relatable reader 🥲, hobie being a w, life is shit, crying, hobie best comfort pillow, clingy hobie, and yes.

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You had been feeling like shit lately. You had no idea how much it had been affecting you until you found yourself on the brink of tears after every single inconvenience.

Luckily, your best friend, Hobie had been noticing your change of mood and decided to pay you visit one night..

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A knock on your window was heard as you were interrupted from your cry session, your pillow soaking in your tears.

“Hey.. it’s me, luv. Can I come in?” Hobie’s muffled voice was heard from the other side of the window.

You propped yourself up with your elbows and sat up from your bed, sniffling as you wiped your wet eyes with your arm. You stood up from your bed, stumbling over to the window as you unlocked it, opening the window as the cold breeze hit your skin, making you jolt up slightly.

Hobie quickly let himself in, shutting and locking the window as he turned around to study your face.

Your eyes were red and puffy and your breathing was ragged and disheveled. You seemed zoned out as you stared at the floor, not saying a word as your heavy breaths and sniffles was the only sound coming from you.

Hobie opened his arms and pulled you close, craning his neck so he could put his head on your shoulder while he rubbed your back, your face buried into his chest, the coldness from the night wind quickly being replaced by his body warmth.

The way he rubbed your back and hummed into your skin made you go over the edge, quickly bursting into tears as you gripped onto his shirt, his chest getting wet from your tears soaking into the soft fabric.

“Shhh.. luv. I’m here.. it’s going to be okay..” His thick accent making you cry more. He had some sort of effect on you, a safe feeling every time he came near you.

After a bit, Hobie spoke up again. “Do you wan’ to tell me wha’s wrong now?” You nodded, your quick breaths coming out your mouth as you began to speak.

Hobie only nodded as he continued rubbing your back, giving you occasional nods and hums as he listened to you ramble on everything that had been happening, and also the fact that you slowly began to say that you hated life and nothing was making you as happy anymore.

You knew he felt sad as you continued on, his hand going slower before eventually stopping and kept it pressed onto your back. He slowly moved his head so then he could face you, taking your hand and bringing you to the bed, him sitting down as he looked at you. “Sit down wit’ me, luv.”

You did so and he shook his head, pulling your legs over so you were sitting on his lap, softly pushing your chest so your could rest on him, soft hums coming from him as he took your hands in his and rubbed the back of your palms.

“Y/N..” You mumbled a “yes?”, moving your head back so you could rest on his shoulder, him looking down at you.

“I’m here for you, you know tha’, righ’?” You nodded, the tears slowly coming to a stop as he brought his hand up and wiped them away.

“Don’ be afraid to come chat with me, m’kay? I’m all yours.” You nodded again, moving your head back down as you stared at his hand rubbing yours, a soft smile on your face. He brought the other hand and wrapped it around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

He smiled too. “Look a’ me for a sec, luv.” You did so and he brought his lips down and kissed your forehead, a soft chuckle escaping him, amused by your reaction as your lips parted for a second.

“Go on and rest now, Y/N. I’ll be here when you wake.”

BONUS!! 💕

The morning sun shone through the blinds of your window and the birds tweeted outside.

A soft groan escaped your lips as your eyes fluttered open, bringing your hand up as you rubbed your eyes. That was when you rendered in what was happening and you felt a pair of large arms tightening around you.

“Mm.. stay still.” Hobie’s voice rumbled lowly, he was clearly half-awake.

A smile creeped up on your lips as you snuggled closer to him, his body heat and scent making you feel sleepy again.

“I’m not planning to go anywhere.” You said.

A soft chuckle was heard above you as his arms around you tightened more.

“Good. You’re not gonna leave my grasp for a while then, luv.”

WHOOP WHOOP I FINISHED 😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈 HOPE YOU LIKED IT AS MUCH AS I ENJOYED WRITING THIS SINCE IT WAS SUCH AN ADORABLE CONCEPT💕💕

ALWAYS LOVE AND TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF 😘💕😻 MUAHHH!!

….gyatt. 🤭💥

Have a Smoke?

» joostklein x fem!reader

» domestic fluff, smoking, stargazing

» 617 words

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As you sat on the balcony of your apartment, relaxed back in one of the chairs, the wind and chill of the cool night air nipped at your bare arms. You shivered slightly, something that the beautiful blonde boy beside you took noticed too.

“Cold, schatje?” His deep voice questioned softly. You nodded your head slowly, and he got up silently and headed inside your shared apartment.

After a few minutes, he returned with a hoodie in his hand for you, and one hugging his own body—both of which were his. He handed you the one in his hand which you accepted with a smile.

“Thank you, love,” you said to Joost softly. You slipped the hoodie over your head as you felt its warmth engulf you and his scent fill your nostrils. It was much bigger on you, fitting loosely around your smaller body. It was your favorite of his hoodies.

“Graag gedaan, mijn meisje,” (You’re welcome, my girl) Joost says sweetly, returning your smile. He sat back down in his chair, leaning back to his former position of comfort. Out of his pocket, he pulls his lighter and a pack of cigarettes.

As you look up at the stars, watching as they slowly flood the darkening night sky, Joost takes one of the cigarettes from the pack. He slips the box back into his pocket, and puts the butt of the cigarette in his mouth. He lights it, holding his hand up to block the tiny flame from the night’s wind. The end of it takes to the flame, and he puts the lighter back into his pocket, taking in a breath of the cigarette before taking it out of his mouth. As he blows the smoke up into the air, he nudges you, holding the cigarette your way with a smirk.

Joost is aware that you don’t smoke—you never really have. Cigarettes were more of his thing, but it didn’t bother you. It had long become a silly custom between the two of you that he would always offer you a puff of the stick, which he knew you would decline. However, distracted by your search of shooting stars and constellations up in the sea that was the night sky, without thinking you had taken the cigarette from him.

Not even thinking twice, you held it between your pointer and your middle, and held it up to your lips. You breathed in softly, not paying attention, until suddenly you realized what you were doing. As the smoke filled your lungs, you began to cough. You quickly handed the stick back to an amused Joost. You coughed the smoke from your lungs, your eyes wide.

After your fit of coughing was finally over, feeling nauseous, you took a deep breath. Joost laughed lightly. “You don’t like?” His words were gentle. You shook your head no, reaching for your drink beside you. You took a sip of it, hoping to wash the taste of nicotine away.

“Not at all,” you verbally answered his question. You groaned, “I feel sick now.”

“Oh, liefde, het spijt me,” (Oh, love, I’m sorry) he spoke, a hint of concern in his voice that was reflected in his face. He scooted his chair a bit closer to you. “Come here.”

He moved in closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you leaned your head against him. He put his head against yours, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead warranting a small, contented hum from you. The two of you sat there together on the balcony, his arm wrapped tightly around you, as you both gazed up at the stars. Slowly, you drifted off to sleep in his warm half-embrace.

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» A/N: Thank you for reading! This is my first Joost fic, and if you have any requests I will gladly take them!!! Hopefully you enjoyed, and stay safe out there :3

Nothing breaks Simon’s heart more than seeing you cry.

He hates it, it makes his skin crawl, and he feels helpless.

He watches the tears roll down your cheeks, leaving shiny streaks down your face. Your eyes red rimmed as you wipe at them furiously with your hands.

He feels terrible as he pulls you into a bone crushing hug. One hand on the back of your head pressing your face into his large chest. The other around your waist, holding you tightly against him.

His grip tightens when your knees give out, both of you slowly sinking to the floor. Until he’s on his knees trying to hold you together, trying prevent you from shattering to pieces in his hands.

His lips press to your hair as he rocks you slowly back and forth. Soft murmurs fill your ears as he tries to assure you that it’ll be okay even though he knows it very well might not be.

He holds you, long after his legs start to ache, his muscles tense from being in the same position for so long. He listens to your sobs quiet, your breathing slowing as you manage to calm down.

The soft “sorry..” that comes from you makes Simon feel sick. You should never apologize for showing emotion, for being human. For experiencing sadness.

Rage bubbles in his chest as she listens to you try to explain your emotions away, listens to you apologize for “falling apart” and saying “it won’t happen again.”

Simon suddenly wants to rip whoever made you feel like you couldn’t express hurt to shreds. To feel them shake beneath him as he makes them take back what they said to you. Makes them say sorry for making you feel like you weren’t allowed to cry.

But he doesn’t show you how upset he is that someone had made you feel like you can’t cry. He doesn’t tell you hoe his knees have gone numb from kneeling on the hard floor. He just continues to hold you, his arms sore.

As you collect yourself all Simon wants to do is see you smile. To see your lips turn up in even the smallest smile. So he does what he does best in situations like this.

“What do you call an angry veggie?” He asks, pulling back ever so slightly so he can see your face.

“Uh…” you pause, your face scrunched slightly, “what?”

“A steamed veggie,” he grunts, and for a moment he’s worried he said the wrong thing. But then your lips twitch, and a small smile breaks out on your face. along with a dramatic roll of your eyes has Simon letting out a small breath of relief.

Simon hates to see you cry, but he also loves being the one to make you smile after.

 Your Friends Vs Your Best Friend

I was sad and bored so I drew some potatoes

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. "

Forehead smooches 💋

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

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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