#sobs wails cries throws up

[bees-among-the-okami]

HOLY SHIT AN ACTUAL POST FROM USER @/BEES-AMONG-THE-OKAMI????? YES IT IS I!!!! So a close friend of mine introduced me to Generation Loss, and we watched all three episodes together! It nestled deep into my brain and really just. got my creative juices flowin’. So! Here I present to you, Ichi-go Ichi-e! A GenLoss fanfiction that does include an original character (oc) as one of the main focuses! I think you’ll like them, I hope you do! So far I only have the first chapter up-and-running, but I am actually working on the second one now! PLEASE comment and such, I love seeing comments on my work especially since I’m an artist first, writer second!! love y’all ❤️

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47976424

[bigcryptiddies]

I GOT IT

[foxett]

Holy shit more suntan!!

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

not to be unhealthily and overly invested in a genshin asmr series but awuauaiWUAIAOAUWUAAUUGUGJHRHRHHGJGJG

[ev-enhotterthanyou]

when you put your perfectly decent playlist on shuffle but it's shared with your friends and suddenly there is wenometchaindasuma SurroundSounding your ears at max volume

[syl-stormblessed]

guys i finished last argument of kings :(

[nexus-nebulae]

wails dramatically

[soulspice]

didn't bring my iPad to work today so I can't draw

[doll-face222]

Had this idea about Rafe’s best friend! Reader who hasn’t been with anyone in like a year and is getting really worked up. Maybe she had a terrible week and there was a last straw and she’s yelling and yanking on her hair and throwing things and Rafe is kind of realizing she just needs to be totally dominated and taken care of so he does

rafe x bsf!reader

a/n: i totally love that idea anon !! first time writing ever i just didnt want to let sweet nonnie down, so apologies if its not that good !

cw: smut, swearing, drool.

rafe knew you haven’t had a hookup in ages. you would vaguely mention it, when it would be just the two of you in either one’s rooms. if he was being honest, he pitied you. he even wanted to be the one to help you…

you were pissed off the whole week. maybe it was your hormones, with the way you would get annoyed at everything.

whether it be traffic making you late to events, or people at the country club being rude, steam was coming out of your ears.

you were like a ticking time bomb waiting to explode anytime now. good thing your bestfriend kept you grounded whenever you were feeling overstimulated.

so there you were, in your room getting ready for dinner with your family and the camerons. rafe on your bed scrolling on his phone, patiently waiting for you.

you were quiet while doing your makeup on your vanity table, not your usual chatty self. normally you would go on and on about anything and everything under the sun, yapping for hours on end.

rafe knew something was up.

“something wrong bunny?” he asked, using the nickname he gave you referring to the time you dressed up as a bunny for halloween when you two were little.

“no,” you replied with a pout, voice barely above a whisper.

rafe knew better than to push you, so he just sighed and kept quiet.

a few moments have passed, and rafe hears a soft ‘oh fuck’, a thud, and heavy breathing from your vanity. he looks up from his phone and sees your head down, soft sobs coming from the table.

when he got up to come closer, you shot up. screaming, crying, wailing even. rafe could see your problem now: you smudged your mascara. you started yanking out your hair curlers, figuring they were useless if your makeup was ruined anyway.

“woah woah- hey bun!” he yelled, pulling you by your waist. he placed you on your bed, rubbing up and down your arms to soothe you.

rafe guided you gently so you were laying your head on your pillows. he was in between your legs, arms caging your frame.

“shh calm down baby,” he whispered, wiping your mascara stained eyes with his thumbs.

he petted your hair, large hands slowly making their way to your cheeks.

“i’m here, i’m here.” he cooed as your cries hushed, turning into soft hiccups.

in this position he could feel you wet through your bloomers. he looked at your eyes as if to ask for permission silently, before he cupped your mound through the frilly fabric.

“what d’you need bunny?”

“need you rafey,” you whined. he carefully pulled down your bloomers, a string of slick connecting your pussy to the fabric.

rafe grew hard at the sight, taking his thumb to run across your slit. his other thumb trailing to play with your nipples through your top.

you mewl at the simultaneous sensations, given you haven’t experienced them in a long while. he took that as a sign to circle your clit, causing your eyes to shut and your legs to close, only to be blocked by rafe’s broad figure.

he then plunged two fingers in and out of you, thick digits stretching your tight hole. rafe’s hand that was previously playing with your tits find their way to your mouth, muffling your lewd moans.

“let’s be quiet bunny. your parents might be downstairs” he shushed, deep voice making your pussy clamp down on his fingers.

fingers curling up to hit your sweet spot, rafe could feel you getting close.

“you can cum baby, go ‘head,” he signals, feeling you gush all over his hand. eyes rolling to the back of your head, you felt euphoria rush through you.

as you rode out your high, rafe removes his hand from your mouth, drool dripping from your mouth and his hand.

“sorry,” you squeaked. he didn’t mind anyway, just happy you probably had your first orgasm not from your own fingers in months.

it never occured to you that this was an option, to be touched by your own bestfriend. this wouldn’t be the last time it happens, you could tell.

“thank you rafey.” you smiled weakly at him, looking through your lashes. he didn’t say anything, just kissed your forehead.

“are we late to dinner?” you asked, suddenly remembering why you were getting ready.

“i drive fast, we’ll make it,” he smirks, grabbing your small hand to cup the bulge through his pants.

dinner could wait.

likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated !! love, scarlet.

[lazy-gyu]

TAGS: NSFW , DOMINANT TOP READER , NON-HUMAN CHARACTER , SUBMISSIVE BOTTOM CHARACTER , MDNI

It was frustrating when you were running late for work and couldn't find a single pair of socks in your closet. Over the past few weeks, you've noticed some of your clothes going missing - at first just small things like dirty boxers and socks, but gradually larger items like shirts and pants. You searched everywhere - the laundry room, the hamper, behind your bedroom door, even under the bed. You emptied your entire closet, but still couldn't find anything. At this point, you were convinced a thief was targeting your wardrobe... but that didn't make sense. Your wallet was still on the coffee table, the fridge was fully stocked, and none of your furniture had disappeared

One random day, you noticed the basement door slightly opened. Curious, you headed downstairs and followed a trail of your missing clothes to a shocking sight - a naked creature with gray skin and empty, void-like eyes curled up amidst the garments. He was sobbing, legs spread as he desperately rubbed his dripping hole, trying to relieve himself. His delicate hands groped his fat nipples, turning them a deep pink from the lewd touches.

The creature nearly jumped when he saw you staring at him. Embarrassed, he used his hand to cover his slicked hole. "Don't... h-hurt me," he pleaded in a soft, trembling voice as he got on his knees and crawled towards you. You backed away, startled, but he gently grasped your hand. His legs shivered from the cold basement floor, making your heart race.

Looking up at you with loving, empty eyes, he trembled and bit his lip nervously. When you turned to leave, he thought you were abandoning him, throwing him away. But you returned with a blanket, wrapping around his shivering form and carrying him back to the living room. His hands clung to your clothes as he sniffed your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. Gratefully, he babbled his thanks as you fed him human food and treated him kindly, he shifted uncomfortably on the sofa, breathing heavily. Unable to contain himself any longer, he crawled into your lap, moaning and hugging you tightly. You gently stroke his head, causing him to purr and bask in your affection.

Your hands roamed his back, making him shiver and whine. Groping his plump ass, you spread his cheeks, eliciting a gasp as his nails dig into your skin. Realizing he may have hurt you, he loosen his grip, looking apologetic. You smiled reassuringly and asked him to hug you again, which he did eagerly.

Coiling your fingers, you began to play with his dripping wet pussy. His eyes widen in disbelief as your digits sank into his needy cunt. Overwhelmed with pleasure, he started grinding against your hand, desperate for more stimulation. Such a needy creature, craving to be mated and bred thoroughly.

As you finger his pussy, he can't help but hump your hand vigorously, his clit rubbing against your palm. You spanked his ass in warning, causing him to sob prettily against you. Gripping his face, you spat into his mouth, which he happily swallowed.

"Love... you... me love..." He whispered in your ear, voice trembling with emotion. "Love... me too," he repeated, gazing at you adoringly. You kissed his cheek tenderly, guiding his hips upward. Freeing your throbbing cock from your shorts, you positioned the tip at his soaked entrance. He gasped in delight as he felt your fat cockhead pressing against his folds.

Wrapping his arms around your neck, you slowly sink your shaft into his tight, wet heat. He wailed and arched his back, relishing the delicious stretch. "You want this, right?" you murmured in his ear. He nodded dumbly, grinding back against you.

"Oh... ah... mmm... fuck..." He moaned wantonly as he rode your cock like a bitch in heat. The burning sensation of being stretched by your thick member made his thighs quiver with excitement. Gripping the his hips, you pounded into his tight pussy with increasing intensity. He cried out in ecstasy, his walls clenching around your throbbing cock. You could feel your orgasm building, the pressure becoming too much to bear. You can feel your cock and balls getting wet because of his slick.

With a final, powerful thrust, you buried yourself deep inside his quivering cunt. He let out a high-pitched wail as you exploded, filling his womb with your hot, thick seed. His eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out as he experienced the most intense orgasm of his life.

You collapsed onto the sofa, both of you panting and covered in sweat. He nuzzles against your chest, purring contentedly. His mind filled of you being his mate and him being your wife... He loves you so much so please breed him everyday ♡

[writing-fanics]

Nothing lasts forever

Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

[warning: cheating: angst: panic attack: implied death]

‘More than anything music box’

As you stood there, your heart felt as though it had stopped beating at that very moment. Your breathing started to slow down as your smile faltered and transformed into a frown. A look of profound sadness and sorrow took over your face as you gazed at the scene before you.

Your eyes were fixed on Lucifer, one of the most beautiful angels in all of Heaven, the one you had opened your heart up to and shared your deepest feelings with.

But now, you were witnessing him cheating on you with Lilith, the first woman and Adam's wife. The pain you felt was almost unbearable, as you watched the love of your life betray your trust and shatter your heart into a million pieces.

You could feel your throat closing as your breathing quickened. You felt sick to your stomach as if someone had punched you in the gut. You wanted to throw up. You wanted to scream. To cry, to disappear from existence. You couldn’t believe he’d do such a thing to you, were you not enough?

Were you not as beautiful as she is? Were you too clingy? To annoying? Why did he betray you and your trust?

He promised to always be by your side when you needed him, to always catch you when you fall. To be your shoulder to cry on. To never break your trust.

But here he was breaking that very promise and trust, leaving you feeling empty and hollow. The two of you were made for each other, and with the scene unfolding before you. Made you think otherwise.

“I love you, Lilith,” whispered Lucifer, as he stared at Lilith in awe kissing her on the lips.

Your whole world shattered as your back hit the tree, and you slid down onto the ground. Placing your hand over your mouth, muffling your wails. You couldn’t breathe and felt the world closing in on you. You were nothing to him. You sniffled quietly placing your head into your hands, and wept as you swiftly flew away.

You fell into a heap on the floor of your house, sobbing as you curled up into a ball. You saw everything and what you saw would forever be engraved into your memory, you’ll never get it out of your head. Seeing them like that, him like that with another woman. Made your stomach turn, how could he do such a thing to you?

“W- Was I not enough?” You whimpered, as you lay in the fetal position. Your face is red and puffy cheeks stained with tears, your heart aching and unbearable pain. You knew he felt what you were going through at this moment, and couldn’t care less to comfort you. Your love was bound and could feel each other's emotions when they became severe, and you knew for a fact he could feel it.

But didn’t care enough to comfort you. He was having too much fun with Lilith, doing things that he should only be doing to you his lover.

You thought he would never do such a thing to you. Never betray you and break your heart, and here he was ripping it right out of your throat. If he had noticed you would he have stopped? Would he have kept going? Taunting you, teasing you, on an act he’d never done to you. Such an act he’ll never do to you now.

You thought your relationship was good perfect even. Yes, you had the occasional fight but would always end up back in each other’s arms, holding each other lovingly. Feeling safe and secure in each other's warm embrace.

“I'm so sorry, my dear duckling," he whispered, pulling you close and showering your shoulder with gentle kisses. "Please know that I understand how you feel.”

"I forgive you, Luci," you said, enveloping him in a warm embrace and smiling through your tears as he held you. He pressed a tender kiss to your forehead and whispered comforting words in your ear, promising to make things right.

You banged your fist against the cold ground; gripping at the fabric of your clothes, as you cried. The tears didn’t seem to stop and wouldn’t anytime soon. You couldn’t breathe, the room around you started to spin. You felt dizzy and nauseous, feeling bile rising in your throat causing you to gag. You swallowed and gripped the side of your head.

You tossed it to the ground, screaming and crying in anger and frustration. “HOW COULD HE DO THIS TO ME!” You shouted, trashing everything that reminded you of him. You couldn’t stop crying, the things this man did to you. How he made you smile and laugh, how he made you fall head over heels.

You wanted to disappear and fade back into dust, your original form. To not be forced to live with this pain for all eternity, knowing that even after this you’d still love him. He’d come back and apologize slowly making up for it but…..

You stood there with the other angels, his siblings trying their best to comfort you. As you watched him be banished from Heaven, cast down with his new lover. Leaving you there alone in Heaven, with no shoulder to cry on.

You found yourself standing amidst a group of angels, feeling a sense of unease and trying hard to keep yourself composed. As you looked ahead, you noticed him standing before Lilith, his wings stretched out protectively, shielding her from any harm. The sight of him being so close to Lilith made your heart ache with a mixture of emotions.

You couldn't help but wonder if you were so unpleasant to look at that he couldn't even spare a glance in your direction. The whole situation left you feeling conflicted, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy towards Lilith, who seemed to have his undivided attention.

As you stood there looking at him, you noticed that his gaze had shifted to meet yours. It was then that you saw a hint of remorse in his eyes, and you couldn't help but feel a wave of sadness wash over you. In that moment, a single tear trickled down his cheek, and you averted your eyes, unable to bear the intensity of the situation.

As you looked away from him, he noticed the tears that had welled up in your own eyes, and the hollow, defeated expression etched on your face. It was a moment of deep emotional turmoil for both of you, and the silence that hung between you was almost suffocating.

“Nothing lasts forever,” Azrael said, as he placed his hand on your shoulder squeezing it gently in reasurrance.

You shook your head and stepped outside of the courtroom, stopping at the stairs. You reached around your neck taking off the necklace, Lucifer had given you years ago.

You stared at it for a moment, opening it. A soft melody played, tears trickled down her cheeks as whisps of yellow magic swirled, around the locket music box. A duck swam in a pond while a swan, swam up next to it nuzzling their heads into each other.

As she witnessed the heartwarming scene unfolding before her, she couldn't help but let out a choked sob. A tearful smile graced her face as she watched the duck and the swan gradually transform into Lucifer and You, respectively. The two characters held each other closely, their embrace exuding a sense of comfort and security.

Lucifer, still holding onto You, took to the skies, flying around with exuberance. His laughter filled the air, and his smile was contagious. You, too, shared in his joy, reveling in the moment with him.

As they soared through the clouds, a vivid memory of their first kiss flashed before your eyes. You remembered how you had wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, and he had held you close to him. The moment had been magical, and it was a memory that you cherished deeply.

You smiled, closing the locket as a gust of wind blew the magic away, and you along with it, returning back to your original form to dust.

A/n: idk what I just created there’s no part ii for this unless y’all beg me for it but idk still]

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[tswkento]

༉‧₊˚. jjk men when they see you cry!!

author’s notes: heyaaa this is some hurt/comfort for anyone who cries and feels nothing afterwards. instead, feel these beautiful men’s arms around you🤪sorry for any typos btw

* ˚ nanami kento;

“oh– darling?”

initially, he is hesitant to do anything because he doesn’t know if it’s the type of crying that you need to do on your own or the one where you need his shirt to wipe your tears against — so he stays close with a gentle caressing motion on your shoulder. you don’t take too long to show him that you absolutely need him; with the way you bury your face in his chest and your arms wrap tight around his middle.

nanami’s heart breaks a little along with yours whenever you cry because the way your shoulders shudder with the sobs escaping your throat and the way you wail, subconsciously trying to show him your pain, it’s all just too much so his eyes water and his nose stings as he actively sniffles, trying to stop his own emotions.

nanami kisses your temple from time to time and doesn’t let you go until you pull away yourself, an embarrassed laugh escaping you about your state, but kento is quick to shush you and assure you that you’re okay and it’s important you let out the pent up stress or any other thing that bothers you, even if it’s through uncontrollable crying.

overall, gives the best hugs ;))

* ˚ gojo satoru;

“oh no no no, baby, don’t cryy~” his brows knit upwards as soon as he sees the corner of your lips twitching downwards and your watery eyes looking away, but satoru doesn’t let you look away.

his hands cup your cheeks and he cooes at you as if you were a little baby, caressing the skin with his fingertips to distract you and kissing you all over your face while you inhaled shakily and continued weeping with your eyes ashamed and downcast. satoru stands impossibly close, one arm sliding down and behind your back to bring you close and he starts doing the thing he does the best — talking!

he barely talks while you wail and cry, but when you start to calm down he becomes a lot more talkative and even teases you, grinning in delight when you crack a smile at him and focus on him instead of whatever it was that was plaguing your mind. gojo continues peppering your face with pecks, complaining about the saltiness, and feels his own heartbeat slow down when you finally come back to your senses again.

* ˚ sukuna ryomen;

“who did this to you?” he mutters darkly as he stares at you from afar.

you shake your head at him while turning away, a feeble attempt at hiding yourself from him while you mumble under your breath about being fine, but sukuna is not stupid. sooner or later he will find out the reason why you’re erupting in such violent cries so he decides that for now he will try his best to console you and make you feel better.

with a hand on top of your head, sliding down to the back of it to stroke it while he positions himself in front of you and demands you look at him. his cold fingers soothe the heat of your cheeks and glide over your eyelids to wipe away your tears while you fail to regain your breath and keep eye contact.

sukuna places a single kiss on your forehead and when you finally calm down, he throws an arm around your shoulders to bring you flush against his chest. it’s a quiet moment where you just take long deep breaths and stare through him while he brushes away wet strands of hair and cleans your face, and in the end, with a tilt of his head, sukuna asks “alright?”.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Heart V

Mapi León x Ingrid Engen x Child!Reader

Summary: You're sick

Ingrid knew there would be health issues throughout your life. She knew that routine doctor's appointments would happen every year for you. She knew that the medication you took lowered your immune system.

She knew that at some point, you'd get sick.

She didn't realise it would be this quickly.

You woke with the sniffles which turned into a sore throat and then a headache and a bad tummy. It all spiralled from there.

It started on the weekend.

Saturday was spent going to a check up. Sunday was game day but on the drive home, you threw up all over yourself.

Monday was a day off and it was clear that you had no hope of getting better quickly. You were sniffly and tearful and it was an all-around bad time for everyone.

They take it in shifts with you. Ingrid stays with you for one half of the night. Mapi takes the rest of it.

There's twenty minute powernaps fitted in between it all when they can manage but most of their time is spent up with you as you struggle to find sleep.

"Mapi!" Ingrid calls," Come on, we've got to get to the car!"

She paces the length of the apartment with you in her arms. Your nose is all stuffy and you've woken up with the worst case of blocked ears of your life.

It's clear your ears are giving you the most grief. You whine and huff and desperately pull at them as if it will dislodge the build up in them.

Mapi's getting changed from her evening shift with you and Ingrid can do nothing but pace and pat your back in the hope of settling you back down.

It's been another bad night. You slept in short half an hour bursts in between crying, puking and crying some more.

Mapi skids into the room, still in her socks as she throws things into your bag, stocking up on medicine and water and your favourite toys. She hops around the room as she forces her shoes onto her feet before practically sprinting out of the door.

You make it to training just on time despite your awful wails the entire journey.

Patri and Pina both wince as Ingrid walks in with your sobbing form.

"What's wrong with her?"

"She's sick," Ingrid says plainly," Badly. The doctor said it's the flu."

As if to prove her point, you burst into a violent coughing fit and Mapi is instantly trying to soothe your throat with water as soon as it's over.

"Did you give her medicine?"

Ingrid angrily drops her bag into her cubby. "Oh, wow, Patri! What a revolutionary concept?! Giving medicine to my sick toddler! Why didn't we think of that?!" She snaps.

Ingrid sighs deeply as she looks at herself in the mirror.

"Sorry," She says after a long breadth of silence," I'm tired. I didn't mean to shout."

"No," Patri says quickly," You've clearly got a lot on your plate. I hope the little one feels better soon."

There's a respite briefly during training when you decide the hot Barcelona sun is perfect for napping in and you sleep under a tree nearby, wrapped up in a blanket despite the warm weather.

Mapi learnt very quickly not to fight you when you said you were cold despite the fever ravaging your body. All she can do is hope that the extra warmth breaks your fever so you can feel better when you wake up.

She's kind of happy with the outcome of your nap.

You've sweated out your fever which is good but you still feel bad. Your nose is still stuffy and you keep rubbing at your ears to unblock them.

The worst part of this now is that you've got clingier than ever before. You latch onto Mapi as soon as you see her and refuse to let go.

She's kind of glad all they're doing now is general fitness stuff because there's no way she could do anything technical with you still attached.

It's pushing it doing fitness stuff too but Mapi had come prepared.

It was an impulse purchase when you first fell sick and Ingrid had laughed until she cried when it arrived. Mapi was not dissuaded and she brought out her purchase, ignoring the snickering from Patri and Pina behind her.

With you still clingy and wanting nothing more than to crawl into Mami's skin, you let her manipulate your limbs into the toddler carrier.

She straps you in and then straps it to her chest.

She stands and has to find her balance quickly before triumphantly turning around to show everyone her solution.

They all laugh but Mapi doesn't care, not with the way you relax so easily against her and not when you fall into another fitful sleep.

[letbludcook]

warning. explicit sexual content

tags. creampie, slight dumbification, blud tried to be gentle only to end up ravaging you, idiots in love type of fucking

you and him having sex for the first time and he's so annoyingly gentle as if you're made of fragile glass. the fact that he still managed to make you cum with his fingers despite all that baffled you.

but then, just right after you came, he hesitates putting his dick inside. he gets out of bed, says something along the lines of "let me get us a bath," until he hears you huff a sob. he turns to you again only to see you touching yourself. begging him, perhaps out of spite, to drop the hesitation.

you're a big girl—his girl, even—and that means you'd be able to take all of him. you know what made him walk back to bed, pet your head, pepper you kisses, and mutter apologies?

"i've been prepping myself like this every night, been imagining you inside me for as long as i can remember."

you incoherently moan your grievances—of how much you need him, of how desperate you are to feel his dick slamming you, of your yearning to hear the slushing wet sounds of his balls slapping against your skin as he pushes even deeper, and most of all, of his cum flooding you at the peak of it all.

what a bad man he is, he thinks to himself, as he pulls your fingers out of your cunt. he brings it to his mouth, holding back a chuckle.

"prepping yourself with this, darling?" he muses, then sucks on your fingers clean, savoring your taste. you nod, pathetically so, and he shakes his head. "but these pretty little fingers are far from enough if we're talking about prepping."

it's the thought that counts, though—his gentle apology kiss on your hand tells you that much. and you quickly come to understand his point when he replaces your fingers with his actual dick.

"you see?"

then he thrusts inside.

god, it is indeed not enough to prep you.

"b-but, yeah," he rasps, then there goes another thrust, "it must be hard for you, no?" he thrusts again; you gape your mouth open, "never knew you like me��fuck, baby—this much."

hell you do like him so much; if you're not a babbling mess you'd be able to throw a banter, but he sucks on your nipple, quickly earning your forgiveness.

"mind repeating what you said earlier?"

which one? you ask in your mind, physically incapable to speak as soon as his fingers flick on your clit.

"you want my cum flooding you? you like me that much to let me do that, huh?"

"yes!" you wail, oh the things that could bring you back from being dumbed by this man. "b-been—hah—yearning for it, please."

his approving hum thereafter just tells how pleasured he'd be to do that. you really are no fragile glass he must mind touching. you're his girl, his woman, and you own every crevice of his body. if you wish a hard one, then a hard one you'll get.

it doesn't take long for him to lose control as per your wishes—his dick slamming, the wet slaps of your skin echoing inside your bedroom in synch with your cries and his growls. much to your pleasure, he eventually traps your legs down so it wouldn't escape as he cums.

you're trapped—helplessly bound, wrists on top of your head by his hand—because you want to. because you wish for it. when he buries his dick deep inside you feel his seed gushing, emptying, as he struggles to flutter his eyes open because he wants to see your face while he empties himself. it brought you to a seemingly endless bliss.

you two take your pretty time coming off your highs.

and despite your weakened state, you still sit up to look down as his cum drips from your cunt.

you giggle softly, thinking; this wouldn't be the last time you'd ask him to do this.

ERWIN smith, LEVI ackerman, WOLFGANG grimmer, KENZO tenma, GOJO satoru, AKI hayakawa, etc.

[de4dlyniightshade]

꩜ PRETTY WHEN YOU CRY

꩜ pairing: spencer reid x afab!reader

꩜ rating: +18, mdni

꩜ word count: 1.3k

꩜ warnings/contains: smut, drabble, sub!spencer, edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, dacryphilia, sobbing, begging, pet names(pretty boy, baby), praise.

loosely based on this post (warning!!! the link is actual porn!!proceed with caution!)

© to de4dlyniightshade. no translations/reposts.

[WARNING!] - explicit sexual content! mdni!

꩜ A/N: honestly this is mid asf but i just love writing abt making pretty boys cry :3

"P-please! n-need it!" Spencer cried out, tears streaming down his pink cheeks as he desperately thrust his cock into your hand, chasing his release that you'd deprived him of at least six times now. You loved edging him, bringing him so close to cumming before ripping it away from him. You loved the power you had over him, knowing that he'd do anything for a release.

"Doing so well, pretty boy, just a little more," you said from where you kneeled between his legs. Your voice was sugar sweet as you ran one hand up his inner thigh, the other continuing your brutal pace on his oversensitive cock, a constant slew of whimpers and sobs spilling from his lips.

Spencer was completely fucked out, his mind numb as he felt his orgasm so close he could practically taste it, fucking into your hand sporadically as he let out a choked sob, his head falling forward, and tear drops falling onto his stomach. Spencer was always so good for you, taking anything you'd give him and never complaining. Like now, you'd told him to keep his hands by his sides, and he hadn't moved them even once, his hands gripping the chair you'd sat him in so hard that his knuckles turned white.

"P-please, please, please! 'm so c-close! p-please!" Spencer begged wantonly, his hips twitching uncontrollably as his whole body began to shake, throwing his head back and letting out pathetic cries.

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth at the sight of him, so worked up and needy, his eyes screwed shut and his jaw slack, too fucked out to even attempt to contain the sounds that poured from his lips. You felt his cock twitch in your hand; a loud gasp ripped from his throat as he felt the beginning of his orgasm.

You tore your hand away from his cock abruptly, the loss making Spencer choke out a sob. "N-no! p-please, please, I c-can't take it," he wailed pitifully, his whole body spasming as he fucked into nothing, trying to find friction that wasn't there, desperate to cum before his orgasm subsided, all while his hands remained still.

"Shhh, baby, shh, I've got you." You smoothed your hands up his thighs as you spoke softly, watching large tears spill from his eyes, streaking cheeks, and down his neck. "Please..." His voice was meek as he looked at you with wet puppy eyes, pleading with you to let him have his release. You could tell by his demeanour that he couldn't take any more of your torture and you weren't going to make him.

"Okay, okay, baby, you've been such a good boy for me; you deserve a reward." You gently wrapped your hand around his cock as you spoke, his hips immediately rutting into your touch. "t-thank you! thank y-you!" He keened, letting out a sigh as he let his head drop back, fucking into your hand once again while you stroked his painfully hard cock, the tip red and swollen from all the edging.

"Such a pretty baby, so good for me." Your voice was smooth and sweet as you worked him to his orgasm for the umpteenth time. The sound of his needy whimpers and whines was like music to your ears, knowing that you were the only person who could make him feel this good.

Spencer's thrusting got sloppy as he felt his release quickly rising in his stomach, his length twitching in your hold. "C-close! 'm close!" He whined loudly, his body all but giving out, unable to thrust into your hand anymore. You took over, pumping his length at a fast pace, a wet squelching filling the room from the copious amount of precum that coated his cock, the lubricant aiding your movements.

Spencer let out an especially loud moan at the feeling of you running your thumb over his slit, his hips spasming uncontrollably as more tears spilled from his eyes. "That's it, baby, come on, cum for me, pretty boy." You knew that he wouldn't cum unless you told him he could, so you made sure to let him know he could, feeling slightly bad for edging him so many times.

A line of tears ran down Spencer's bare chest as a near-constant stream fell from his eyes. You always loved how he got so overwhelmed that he couldn't help but cry at the pleasure every time, without fail. It was endearing to you that you made him feel so good that it reduced him to a sobbing mess.

"You're so pretty when you cry, baby," you breathed. You didn't think what you said would affect him all that much, but as soon as you uttered the words, he let out a strangled moan, his orgasm knocking the breath out of him as he gasped and whined, his whole body shuddering as he came all over his stomach and even up to his chest, the thick white liquid dribbling down onto your hand.

You let Spencer catch his breath as you languidly stroked his length, only stopping when he tried to pull away from you at the overstimulation. You stood up from kneeling between his thighs, moving to be straddling his lap. Spencer opened his eyes to see what you were doing; his brows furrowed in confusion as he looked up at you with dazed eyes.

"One more for me, pretty boy," you smiled almost wickedly, watching Spencer writhe underneath you as you wrapped your hand around his tip and immediately set a brutal pace. "c-can't! I-I can't," he gasped, his hands finally moving to grip your thighs. He wasn't trying to push you away or stop your hand, which showed you that he could or would use your safe word.

"Yes, you can, baby. I know you can. Show me those pretty tears, hm?" You teased him, watching him fall apart completely at the overstimulation, his whole body tensing. Spencer was quick to give you what you wanted, tears welling up in his eyes again, threatening to spill over any second.

"There they are; you're such a good boy, Spence." You knew that he wouldn't last long with how oversensitive he was; he was already sensitive and reactive from the get-go, and your teasing and brutal overstimulation only heightened it.

You watched his tears stream down his red cheeks as he sobbed and whimpered, his cock twitching in your hand, indicating that he was close, his hands gripping your thighs tightly in an attempt to ground himself. "g-gonna cum! p-please c-can i?" Spencer spoke almost incoherently; his brain practically fried. You could just barely make out what he said, mostly because you'd heard him babble so many times before.

"Of course you can, baby," you crooned, caressing his waist with your free hand as you watched him fall apart, squirming and shaking uncontrollably as his jaw fell slack, his hips lazily rutting into your hand a few times before he came undone, painting his stomach white again as he shuddered under you.

"No more...please," Spencer whined, his voice cracking and raspy as he spoke. You raised your clean hand to his cheek, wiping his tears with your thumb as you smiled at him. "No more," you agreed, knowing that he couldn't handle it even if you wanted to.

Spencer leaned forward to wrap his arms around your waist, tucking his face into the crook of your neck as he breathed heavily, his thighs still shaking in the aftershocks of two orgasms and at least an hours worth of brutal edging. You held him close as he came down from his high, stroking his hair with one hand and his back with the other—not before messily wiping it on your pants, of course.

You furrowed your brows when you heard Spencer's breathing quieten down, but he remained still, his face still buried in your neck. You tapped his back a few times, waiting for a response, and when there was none, you realised that he'd fallen asleep, completely exhausted but content.

You just let out a breathy laugh, wrapping your arms around him gently, trying not to wake him. You knew he wouldn't sleep long so you thought it best to let him have a little power nap, after all, he did deserve it.

[rishiguro]

HAIKYUU BOYS WHEN THEY THROW THEIR WEDDING RING

ft. bokuto; suna; atsumu: kuroo; ushijima

a/n: the fact that i posted this exact prompt on my deleted blog but i don't remember it anymore—

jjk version

it was no secret that BOKUTO sometimes had problems controlling his emotions. he wasn't necessarily as affected by them as he was in high school, but there were enough moments that made him feel ashamed when he thought about them; just like he did right now. he was sobbing violently, his arms pressing you as close to you as ohysically possible. he wailed apologies, only stopping to take a breath every once in a while. he snapped out of his anger the moment the ring left his hand, but he was afraid that the damage couldn't be undone. he could only beg, proclaiming his love for you over and over, even if he knew that his behaviour just disproved his claims.

arguing with SUNA was tiresome. it was like he never even cared, not being attentive and only brushing you off. he never thought about the impact of his words once he did answer you, trying to get you off his back as soon as possible and with any means necessary. but even he understood when he went too far. he realized it when you took a deep breath, muttering something that he could not understand and turned around, disappearing into the bedroom only to come out a few minutes later with a bag over your shoulder, not even sparing him a glance as you rushed out the door. he clenched his jaw, picking the ring up and clenching his fist, staring out the window with a heavy chest.

ATSUMU was a prideful and confident person, he hated being confronted with his faults. he never really reacted well afterwards, either snickering a comment back or just waving the criticism off. no one was safe from this side of him, not even you. but he wasn't an idiot either. he saw the way your face fell when his ring landed on the floor, how you were shaking as you went and picked it up, only to retreat into the bedroom silently. he stayed still, not even daring to move an inch, only looking at the place you stood just a second ago. how did he let it go this far?

KUROO hated arguing and the yelling that came with it. he hated the irrational things he says during them, how every sense of reason is being thrown into the wind just to get to you because of his pride. and right after he threw his wedding ring across the room and stormed out, slamming the door behind him, he broke down, hugging his knees as he cried. he didn't know what came over him, he didn't know why he would ever think that what he did was okay but how could he face you after what he had done?

it was rare that arguments with USHIJIMA got so heated. you barely ended up shouting at each other, much less underline your words with some kind of big gestures. so it was even a bigger shock when he raised his voice at you, fiddling with the ring on his finger until throwing it away with some accusatory yell. you were too shocked to even say anything, only extending your arms in front of you to protect yourself as you stared at him with big eyes. he wanted to step closer, he wanted to hug you, he wanted to fall to his knees and beg for forgiveness; anything so that you wouldn't look so afraid of him anymore.

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