“everything’s Going To Be Okay, I Promise.”

chomp

early access + nsfw on patreon

if your comfortable writing this, can i request joost with a reader who sh? he accidentally finds out by their sleeve accidentally sliding down or something (im on the brink of relapsing and i need angst with comfort 😭😭 not forcing tho lol, if ur uncomfortable writing this don't force yourself!!!)

A/n: I’m totally okay doing this! As someone who has fought this battle I totally get it and I hope you are okay Anon!! You have people who love you and you are so special in your own ways! Beautiful inside and out 🫶 I hope this helps and know you are never alone!! My DMs are always open honey

CW: SH, angst, sensitive topics, Joost being a sweetheart,

YOU ARE LOVED!! be safe everyone!

988 (suicide prevention)

It had been a pretty hot day in the Netherlands and your boyfriend Joost was set on taking you on a hike! Which would have been totally okay if you hadn’t just gone through a relapse… you don’t even know why it happened or what set you off, you cleaned them pretty well but they were still tender and you knew you couldn’t convince Joost to cancel the hike that he was so dead set on.

“Long sleeves, eh?” He blinks at you in suprise his owlish expression kinda funny “yeah! It’s a cute shirt!” You blow him off waving your hand dismissively and your boyfriend nods with a shrug “it is cute you got me there” he pinches your cheek before leaning down and giving you a big ol kiss on the cheek before peppering your face with them. The sunshine that your boyfriend is always makes you feel so free and warm. “Let’s go!! I want to get there before it gets packed!” He chirps taking your hand and pulling you out to the car after making sure you had enough water and packed the sun screen

After hiking for a few hours you and Joost found the most beautiful ledge looking over a beautiful river covered with pine trees and mountains as far as the eyes can see. “Wow” you mutter wiping your brow and fanning the neck of your shirt “that’s breathtaking” you mutter and Joost chuckles looking over at you “it is isn’t it? But the view infront of me is even better” he purrs and you look over at him blushing madly “don’t even with me” you laugh covering your face with your hands leading to Joost wrapping his arms around you in a big hug “let’s take a selfie!” He says tugging his phone out of his pocket “say cheese schat!” He puts the phone out in front of you two

As the sun gets closer and closer to setting the more you forget about your arms to busy listening to Joost tell you about random things he knows about the wilderness or just random facts he finds interesting. Without thinking you tug your sleeves up to your elbows to help the air circulate through your clothes and cool you off. Joost looks back at you mid laugh at a dumb thing he had brought to your attention about ducks “and then I learned that buffalo!-“ he stops taking a quick glance down at your revealed arms and pauses- and then you watch his face go through a few different emotions- landing on devastation “schat…” he mutters stepping towards you like you might run. Realizing your fatal mistake you can sense the color draining from your features

“Joost I-“ you try to come up with excuses or reasons but you come up empty “I’m-“ you stop feeling your boyfriend slowly pull you into his chest and wrap his arms delicately around you “why would you feel the need to hurt…” he questions searching for the words through his broken English “I don’t know…” you respond honestly not trying to move your arms or run away- just leaning into Joost like a life line “I’m so sorry-“ you start but joost shushes you softly shaking his head “don’t be sorry, you aren’t in trouble and you have nothing to be sorry for” joost says pulling away and gently bringing your arms up to his face kissing around the sounds careful not to irritate them or cause you pain “come to me next time my love” Joost mutters gently looking up at you “please allow me to help you” he pleads and you nod starting to tear up “okay..” you whisper and Joost straightens up and kisses you passionately “I love you with everything I am. I love you for any amount of time your head can come up with and more.” He confesses “and even more than that” he runs his fingers through your hair “I love you” he wipes away your tears and holds you close

When you two got home Joost had pulled you into bed and kissed you more times than you could count praising you and rubbing your back “you are beautiful. So beautiful” joost says softly between the two of you “beautiful”

A/N I hope you all know how loved you ALL are!!! I may not know everyone but I love everyone and no matter how hard your battle is never give up! You are all so strong!

Sorry if this seemed rushed or wasn’t that good…I’m on my phone and at work 😂 but I saw this request and knew I needed to get it out!!

I love you all!!!!!!

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.

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.

I was sad and bored so I drew some potatoes

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

DOODLES

Hi there!

I saw that your requests are open :D

May I ask for hcs or a little scenario, if you wish, of how Swiss and Mountain would react to seeing reader (he/they pronouns, if possible) up really really late because of nightmares and insomnia? I’m thinking about fluff and platonic relationships! (Cuddles? Little kisses? Yes please)

Thank you so much for your time and for your writing! writing! 🖤

❝kiss the nightmares away❞

➵ “i’ll be your little sunshine.” —❤︎

pairing: swiss and mountain x male!reader (he/they)

theme: fluff ✿

a/n: first of all, i hope you’re doing well hon, i hope this fic can soothe some potential nerves you have there <3 i hope this fic met your standards. and tbh it can be read as platonic or romantic so i didn’t use the platonic tag

cw: insomnia sucks, that’s really it. swiss and mountain are very caring for the reader here

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his head hurt so much.

normally, the insomnia never got this bad— but tonight was a particularly shitty night. not only was his day at the ministry rather rough, but y/n had just experienced a chilling nightmare that still sent shivers down his spine— which only worsened the effects of their sleep condition.

it was anything but pleasant, but he hates to say that this wasn’t the first time this has happened.

insomnia was a bitch, but they have grown accustomed to dealing with it on their own— even if it sucked.

sighing heavily, y/n’s feet carried him through the ministry halls and into the kitchen, in hopes to find a snack that’ll soothe his mind and hopefully calm his nerves down.

the fridge door swung open and y/n grabbed the nearest thing on the shelf, not even bothering to look at what he had just grabbed— or the label for that matter.

just as y/n was about to open whatever container he snagged— the sound of someone clearing their throat made y/n whip his head around to find the source of the sound.

“you know you’re holding a jar of mayonnaise, right, sweetie?”

confused, y/n turned his head to the entrance of the kitchen, and was met with a familiar multi ghoul leaning against the door frame. swiss, with his arms crossed, looked at them in an almost amused manner.

y/n looked down at his hands to see that he was indeed, holding a jar of mayonnaise. he didn’t even notice, he was probably way too tired to even function. sighing heavily, he opened the fridge and put it back inside.

“sorry, i didn’t notice.” y/n responded, looking downcast to avoid swiss’ gaze

“i can tell.” swiss replied back with a cheeky tone, before he made his way over to y/n. he could already tell something was up.

“so what are you doing up so late?” swiss asked, his tone of voice shifting into a more caring one. y/n didn’t respond, his silence was already a good enough answer for swiss, and the multi ghoul sighed.

“that bad, huh?”

“it’s always bad, swiss. but tonight has just really fucked me over.”

swiss let out another heavy breath of concern, and brought his large, clawed hand to gently rub y/n’s back— who was currently hunched over the kitchen island, head bent down. it was the most he could do to comfort the poor boy.

at that moment, heavy, but gentle footsteps, made their way into the kitchen, causing both y/n and swiss to look over at the kitchen.

it was mountain. he must’ve heard one of them come down to the kitchen. tilting his head in confusion, he turned to swiss.

“what’s going on?” the earth ghoul asked, almost innocently.

“insomnia is kicking y/n’s ass again.” swiss replied back, his tail flicking a bit as he spoke. he then went back to rubbing y/n’s back.

“damn right it is.” y/n groaned out, his forehead resting against the table as he just let swiss rub his back.

mountain just let out an ‘ah’ at Swiss’ answer. he felt bad for the poor boy, he knew how bad insomnia could get at times. all he knew now was that y/n needed some comfort.

the drummer turned to look at the vocalist, and the two exchanged a knowing look before nodding at each other. at that moment, the earth ghoul scooped up y/n in his strong arms, cradling him like a baby— which made them yelp from the sudden change.

“what the—!? hey what are you guys doing??” y/n asked almost suspiciously, wondering what in hell these two ghouls had in mind.

“what do you think, honey?” swiss said from behind mountain, peeking over the earth ghoul’s shoulder to look at y/n. “we’re going to help you.”

it wasn’t long until the trio reached mountain’s room. y/n breathed in the fresh aroma of healing herbs and fresh water, must’ve been from the decorative plants in mountain’s room.

being the gentle giant he was, mountain carefully placed y/n on the center of his queen sized bed, and it wasn’t long until the two ghouls were all over y/n.

swiss was cuddled up on the right side of y/n’s body, his head buried under the curve of their neck, while his arms proceeded to wrap around y/n’s waist and his legs tangled in the other’s. mountain then moved to y/n’s left side, his chest pressing against the smaller boy’s back softly while he draped his long arms over y/n’s and swiss’ bodies to move them closer to him. the earth ghoul’s tail was also wrapped around y/N’s leg affectionately.

the position was… oddly comfortable, and it was quite serene too. it put y/n’s mind at ease, and his muscles visible relaxed after being stiff for so long. both swiss and mountain took notice of this, and started to purr lovingly— the vibrations of their purrs only serving to further heal y/n.

“this is nice…” y/n muttered out softly, to which swiss chuckled slightly.

“told ya we’d help, pretty boy.” swiss teased back slightly, making y/n only rolled his eyes at him.

“oh shut up.” they retorted, eliciting a chuckle from mountain, who rested his chin on top of y/n’s head.

“alright, simmer down you two. i think we all need to sleep. especially you, y/n.” mountain said with a more firm, but soft tone, making both swiss and y/n nod.

swiss couldn’t resist, but he pressed a soft kiss onto y/n’s cheek to help comfort him, which in turn made them giggle from the ticklish feeling. mountain let out another chuckle and placed a kiss on top of y/n’s head, purring softly right after.

y/n definitely wasn’t expecting his night to go like this. being pulled into a cuddle pile with the flirty multi ghoul, swiss— and the sweet and gentle earth ghoul, mountain.

his insomnia was definitely bad.

but these two ghoul’s provided enough comfort for him to make him feel safe.

and that feeling was enough to allow his mind drift off into a dreamless, but peaceful sleep, appreciating the warmth of another’s arms.

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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