#[[ gently crying... ]]

[falafels]

pt.57: the marathon!! <pt.56 pt.58>

Kevin in his I’m Fine era except he does not possess Josten levels of ability to lie to yourself and vommed in a forest <3

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[kandadze]

The sheer intimacy in this little moment. Hope this is what you had in mind, @no-sh1t-sherly

[st-hedge]

Beanie babies from hell (holy shit I finished this)

[neonbonded]

Oops! All edging

♡ ft. love and deepspace men x fem!reader ♡ cw: edging, mouth covering, overstimulation, crying, possessiveness, 18+ ♡ a/n: five different flavors of filth, one shared goal — break you slowly and make you love every second. if anyone knows the source of the pic I used, please dm me so I can credit! it’s been sitting in my phone for years now 🥺

Xavier — Quiet hands, loud need

It starts slow. It always does with him. Soft kisses. Patient fingers. A murmured “lie back for me, sweetheart” in that low, tired voice like he has all the time in the world.

You try to stay still. You do. But his fingers stroke deep and slow—two, then three—and your hips lift off the mattress like they’ve got a mind of their own.

“Xav—” ���Don’t talk.” “But I—”

He cuts you off with his palm. Gentle but firm. Hand over your mouth, thumb dragging over your cheek as his pace slows even more.

“Too loud,” he murmurs. “What if someone hears you like this? All soaked and begging for it?”

You whimper. Your walls flutter. You clench around nothing when he pulls his fingers out again.

He does it four times.

Four times he brings you to the edge of orgasm and then stops—pulling away, watching your lip tremble under his hand.

“You’re so close,” he breathes, kissing your temple. “But I want you to feel it mean something.”

Your eyes fill with tears. Not sad ones. Desperate ones.

“One more,” he says. “Give me one more cry and I’ll let you fall apart.”

And when you do?

He slides inside you so slow, so deep, your back arches off the bed. His hand stays over your mouth. Your scream gets swallowed.

“That’s it,” he groans. “Take it. Just like that.”

Zayne — The doctor will see you now

You were the one who started it. Straddling him while he worked, rocking your hips against his thigh like a brat, whispering “you’re always so calm, doctor. don’t you want to ruin me?”

He lets it go. For a minute.

And then?

He grabs your waist, flips you onto the exam table, and slides your panties down with slow, surgical precision.

“You want ruined?” he says, expression unreadable behind those glasses. “You’ll wait for it.”

And you do. For so long.

His fingers are relentless—pressing into you slow and deep, curling with clinical focus, rubbing your clit just enough to make your breath catch—only to stop when your legs start to shake.

“Too soon,” he mutters, brushing a tear from your cheek. “You cry so easily. So messy already.”

You sob. His hand moves up. Covers your mouth.

“No one wants to hear how needy you are,” he says, voice low. “Be good. Be quiet. You wanted this.”

He holds you there—pinned and pulsing, trembling on the edge again and again, his palm muffling every whine and gasp as your body begs to come.

You nod frantically. Tears spill down your temples.

“That’s better,” he whispers, finally pressing his fingers just right, just fast enough. “Now stay quiet while I let you fall apart.”

And when you do? When you scream against his hand, hips stuttering, whole body arching off the table?

He finally groans.

“That’s my girl.”

Rafayel — Cutie, you’re gonna cry for me

“You’re being dramatic,” you snap, panting, legs trembling.

“You’re being loud,” he purrs.

Rafayel’s got you on your back in his studio chair, legs thrown over the armrests, shirt bunched under your arms, face flushed from the third time he’s pulled his fingers away just as you were about to fall.

“Just admit it,” he says, painting lazy circles around your clit. “You love when I tease you like this.”

You glare. He leans in. Grins.

“You gonna cry about it?”

You open your mouth to argue—he covers it immediately, palm pressed over your lips, thumb brushing your cheekbone like he’s drawing you in charcoal.

“No, no, cutie. You don’t get to be loud when you’ve been so bad.”

His fingers thrust back in—deep, slow, curved just right. Your scream gets muffled against his hand. He moans.

“That’s it. That’s the sound I wanted,” he groans. “You’re such a mess for me.”

You squirm. Your hips twitch. You’re begging behind his hand.

“You want to cum, don’t you?” he whispers against your neck. “Then let me hear that gorgeous cry one more time. Just for me.”

You do. You break like wet paint, sobbing into his hand as your orgasm finally slams through you—shaking, twitching, ruined.

He kisses your forehead like you didn’t just scream his name into his palm like a prayer.

“You’re my favorite masterpiece.”

Sylus — You were warned to stay quiet

“Keep your voice down.”

That was your only warning.

But now? Your back’s arched off the bed, thighs trembling around his hips, and you’re moaning loud enough for the entire Onychinus compound to hear.

Sylus tuts above you, voice low and dangerous.

“Didn’t I say be quiet?”

You open your mouth to answer—his hand clamps over it.

Not gentle. Not sweet.

Firm. Inevitable. His.

“No,” he growls. “You don’t get to talk. Not after you’ve been whining like a needy little brat every time I pull away.”

Because he has. Again and again. Thrusting deep just until your eyes roll back—then stopping. Fingering you slow, soft, cruelly perfect—and then pulling away when your whole body tightens.

“You like this, don’t you?” he murmurs, palm muffling your gasps as his fingers return—slow and steady, curling inside you, thumb working your clit like a weapon. “Getting edged like a toy. Crying for it.”

You sob into his hand.

He grins. Leans down to whisper against your ear.

“You’re going to cum when I say so. Not before. Not after. And you’re gonna take it like the filthy little thing you are.”

You nod, frantic.

“Good girl.”

And when he finally lets you go? Lets you come with his hand still over your mouth, your scream breaking behind it— He doesn’t stop.

He just keeps going.

“I warned you,” he pants. “Now you get all of me.”

And you do. Again. And again. And again—until you’re boneless, wet, ruined, and trembling in his arms while he kisses the tears off your cheeks like they belong to him.

Caleb — You sound too good and it’s making him crazy

He didn’t mean for it to go this far. It started slow. Sweet. His hands on your thighs, his voice soft, coaxing you open under him.

“You’re already so wet,” he murmured, kissing your knee. “You’ve been waiting for me, huh?”

You were. And now you’re loud. Arching off the bed. Whining. Begging.

“Caleb—please—Caleb—”

And that’s when he loses it.

“Baby,” he groans, voice tight. “You’re too loud.”

He covers your mouth with his hand—not to tease. Not to shame. But because if you keep saying his name like that, he’s going to break.

“Fuck,” he whispers against your neck. “You’re driving me crazy.”

And then he starts edging you.

Not on purpose. At first.

He thrusts slow. Deep. Pulls back when you tremble. Stalls when your breath catches.

“Shh,” he whispers. “I need you to hold it. For me. Just a little longer.”

But it happens again. And again. He keeps pausing. Letting you almost tip over the edge, only to slow it back down, kiss your neck, murmur sweet things with a voice so soft it makes your heart ache.

You cry against his palm. Tears spill.

“Hey—hey, it’s okay,” he says, panic flaring in his eyes. “Don’t cry, baby. I’m right here.”

You whimper again. Try to speak.

“What? You wanna cum that bad?”

You nod, frantic.

He exhales like he’s the one falling apart.

“You sound so pretty like this,” he breathes. “All ruined. All mine.”

And then he moves—harder, faster, still covering your mouth as you sob against his hand, your body coiling so tight it hurts.

“Come for me,” he whispers. “Come and show me you’re mine.”

And when you do—shaking, gasping, soaked and messy and clinging to him like you’ll drown—he kisses your cheek.

Then your jaw. Then your chest. Then your hands.

Still inside you. Still holding you close.

“You don’t ever have to be quiet with me,” he murmurs. “Just don’t ever stop saying my name.”

[leclercskiesahead]

Together

[purplepixel]

[luminique]

You don't have to do this but I NEED me some Lighter as an adopted older brother or has a baby with the reader. I'm a sucker for big brother or fatherly things!!

‘it’s a rough life out here in the outer ring.’ those words echoed through his head as he scooped up the little baby wrapped up in a blanket. it’s face was all red, seemed to be a few weeks old at most, but he didn’t recall seeing this small package here before. its cries were quiet, due to it being muffled by its own blanket.

the hatred he had in his heart could not overtake how much it throbbed at the sight of such a small bundle of joy, pressed up into his chest as he cradled it to sleep. how was he going to explain this to the rest of the girls? how was he going to explain this to you? but more importantly, how was he going to bring it back without waking it from the loud roar of his bike? piper’s driving was out of the question and calling all of the girls over would just scare it even more.

as he made his way back to his bike, the baby’s little fingers had found its way to his scarf, tugging at it gently. once he had sat down on his bike, he carefully removed his scarf and used it to cover up the precious baby. it was preoccupied enough to not notice him turn on the engine but now was the difficult part; driving back one handed while ensuring it doesn’t wake up.

slowly, he was able to arrive back, a lot later than usual however. he was carefully shushing the baby, stroking its cheek so gently as he made his way to the fire pit. he paid no mind to lucy questioning his absence, nor did he try to entertain caesar’s invitation for a spar. he flopped down on the couch, the warm fire reflecting off of his shades. he looked around for you, desperately wanting some sort of reassurance in this situation.

of course the girls had immediately swarmed him but the moment their eyes landed on the little bundle of joy in his arms, they immediately softened up. awww’s and ooh’s could be heard, like a weirdly harmonized symphony. not before long, your head popped through the crowd and it felt like he had let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

the baby was so good, barely making a noise as he carefully handed it to you, albeit a little clumsily. however, it’s little hand was wrapped around lighter’s finger, gripping it like it’s life depend on it. “this little one really likes you, huh?” you’d try teasing him but he was using all of his power to not just melt at the sight.

he didn’t know he was such a softie. yeah, the Sons of Calydon have made fun of him for being soft once in a while, especially when it came to you, and he knew it but constantly denied it. now seeing you cradling this baby, cooing at it, something in his chest felt warm and it was definitely not from the fire.

after a few minutes, the baby started crying and of course everyone went into a panic. they scrambled around, trying to figure out what had occurred and it turned out that the baby just needed a change of diapers. a kind mother nearby living nearby was more than happy to assist, teaching how to clean and feed. no one ever told you about how stressful it is to handle a crying, squirming baby but after changing it’s diapers and giving it some milk, this was when you realized that the little baby was a girl.

everyone was exhausted and the girls had gone to rest in their rooms. it was fun nonetheless but taking care of a baby is a lot more work than you thought. you flopped back on to the couch, baby still in hand, slowly patting her to sleep. lighter followed you around, wanting to keep the baby close in his sight.

“what should we do with her?” you quietly asked, eyes slowly closing as the baby’s breathing could be felt on your chest.

‘it’s a rough life out here in the outer ring’ there it was again. that same voice in his head. was it telling him to keep the baby? or was it telling him that staying here isn’t the best option? the proxies down in sixth street might know an adoption pla-

he felt your head resting on his shoulder, the slow rise and fall of your chest. a bundle of joy, all wrapped up in his scarf, gripping it tightly like how she did with his finger. as long as he had you, he was sure she would be brought up well. the other members of the Sons of Calydon would also not reject because that’s another girl for them to adore.

he removed his sunglasses, taking one last look at her small face before resting himself. then he looked at you, clearly exhausted yet keeping still for the baby. they say it takes a village to raise a child, he’ll come to understand if it’s true. the start of a new life, for not just this abandoned baby, but for him too.

[motherfucker-somewhat-limited]

not enough talk about how Harrow "barely enough muscle tone to lift a sword" Nonagesimus pulled Gideon's body off that fence post all by herself after beating Cytherea

[kiwicorgii]

i may be late to the party but hello dirk gently nation :]

[orion-archives]

(NO SPOILERS BELOW. SAFE POST.)

I just went to watch Transformers One...

I can't believe I'm crying over a sticker and a rap song (THE PEOPLE WHO ALREADY WATCHED THE FILM WILL GET IT)

IT WAS SO FUCKING GOOD. THE SYMBOLISM, THE ANIMATION, THE CHARACTERS, THE OH-SO-FUCKING-GOOD-I'M-GONNA-KISS-THE-COMPOSER SOUNDTRACK.

Honestly, to all the people who were calling the film bad because it was "childish"... Oh, oh man, oh you poor little sweet summer child, you have NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT ACTUALLY HAPPENS.

I'm shaking of pure shock and raw emotion.

Bumblebee and Elita One, I love them with all my sould and Optimus was amazing but D-16 TAKES THE ENTIRE FUCKING CAKE, DEAR GOD. MAN. HE WAS SO. SO. UUUGGHHAAAAAAHHHHHREEHEKSN–

I wanna punch Sentinel. I watch to punch him so bad in the face. Several times.

Now if you excuse, I'm gonna go cry in the corner now while drawing fanart.

[drrav3nb]

CHYNA & EDDIE GUERRERO SMACKDOWN! (Aug 24, 2000)

(cred to FullWithDivas for the videos!)

[feralforestgoblinn]

Mon coeur compagne

Uncensored on Patreon

J'desole pour mon francais miserable... j'ai besoin d'aide

[bucky-obsessed]

I love this

[casualavocados]

I asked myself why I failed to notice. It was the first time we'd been apart that long. I found the birthday gifts you prepared for me in my room, from my 18th to my 21st. ...Shut up. I started to think about what you were doing back then. Were you celebrating my birthday all by yourself?

KISEKI: DEAR TO ME Ep. 12

[jabberwockymoreau]

Starting Wheel of Time after also having recently watched all of Rings of Power gave me so much whiplash like what do you mean it's possible to have thoughtful plots, compelling characters, pacing that actually lets the story breathe and develop, worldbuilding that's not stupid, actual diversity...what do you mean it's possible for Amazon to make actually good fantasy television...I'm crying. Don't tell me these things.

[braisedhoney]

time to try again.