#cw : crying

[toxicbrothel]

POV

Joel has to drive somewhere, and Carter is busy. It’s just you and Joel, and you’re taking the smaller van. As Joel gets in the driver’s seat, for the first time he tells you to buckle up. It feels silly, given everything that’s happened in this van while it was moving, but you do it anyway. The road is mostly quiet, and you never see another car. It feels weird having a seat all to yourself, but seeing Joel drive really turns you on. His massive triceps casually flex with every turn. His thick thighs shake a little on the bumpy road. Joel looks over at you and does a double take, allowing himself the hint of a smile. 

“What?” you ask. 

He shakes his head as though to brush it off, then says. “The way you were lookin’ at me.” His nose pulls downward and he bites his lip like he might actually laugh otherwise. It gives you such a burst of joy that you could cry if you dwelled on it too long. 

“How was I looking?” you smile. 

He shakes his head. His nose twitches again. 

“How?” you plead. 

“. . . Like,” he shrugs.  “Like you’re . . .watchin’ a movie, or somethin’.”

You shrink into your dress to hide your smile, embarrassed of how wide it is, and for something so simple to make you so happy. It’s wrong to feel happy when you’re driving by pits full of skeletons and rotted clothes, you think. Looking out the window, looking at anything but Joel, is a reality check, but you can’t keep your eyes away long. 

You bring your left knee up on the seat and turn toward him, resting the upper left side of your head on the headrest as you watch. “I never see you drive, you know.” 

“Guess not,” he agrees. 

“I like how you do it.”

He reaches over and pets the crown of your head, and his eyes travel down your body before he returns his hand to the wheel. “Dress looks good on ya."

“I love it,” you gush. You fiddle with the hem and look down. There's that sting and pressure behind your eyes again. It’s the fact that he picked it up for you, back when he used to leave you at the trailer. And he didn’t give it to you until now. He wasn’t sure you’d like it, he said. Then, on this unseasonably warm day, he finally took it out of the bottom of one of his drawers. Like it was always in the back of his mind--you'd like to know what else is back there.

Unshed tears begin to blur your vision, and when you blink, the tears web your lashes. Joel notices. He watches you for a second and your lip quivers. He looks at the road again. You bring your knee down from the seat and look straight ahead, and when you blink again, one rolls down. Joel draws in a slow breath through his nose and looks at you as he exhales. You wipe your eyes with your fingers, then glance at him, brow furrowed, and quickly shake your head like you don’t wanna talk about it.

He nods in agreement and goes back to watching the road. A few seconds later, he looks at you again and puts his hand on your thigh. His voice takes on a soothing tone. “I know, sweet pea.” After a minute, he opens his mouth to say something, but doesn't. 

He rubs your thigh, then squeezes it. You nod and take a deep breath.

He adjusts his head on the headrest, looking pensively at the road. He's driving with one hand. He makes everything look so easy.

Sitting side by side, with what feels like a massive gap in between, even though he can reach you. . . It suddenly feels wronger than ever. You feel strange and exposed without your bodies together. 

“I feel weird in this seat,” you admit and wish it didn’t come out whiny. 

As soon as the sentence leaves your mouth, he takes his foot off the gas and the white noise of the gravel becomes slower, more soothing as he pulls off the road. He parks on the grass, surveys the area in silence for a few seconds, then turns off the engine. He gets out and gently closes the door. You take off your seatbelt while he’s coming around to your side.

You start to open the passenger door, and he opens it the rest of the way. You scoot to the edge of the seat and he leans into the van. You wrap your arms around his neck and his hands on your back pull you even more toward the edge. “It’s okay, I got ya,” he murmurs. You wrap your legs loosely around him, and he pulls you flush. A moan slips out when you feel him against you. You lift your chin, and when your lips brush his beard, he tilts his head down. His lips quickly find yours, and he moans quietly into your mouth as his embrace tightens.

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Thank you so much for reading! And ty for the photo, Lum! 🌸🫛 💕

I imagine she picks the flower at some point on this trip as well.

[moreandmoredior]

Leave me, break me, make me c☆m TW: afab! reader/female anatomy, Foul language, cursing, oral fem! receiving, crying, smuttt, toxic relationship-ish???? ♡☆Synopsis: You and Dabi had a big fight, bigger than the ones in the past, convincing Dabi that you two were over, especially when you said some more hurtful stuff on your end. But what happens when you send him a crappy apology text, and Dabi gets one last fuck before you slip from his arms once again.

♡☆ Dabi running right to your door the moment you text him a semi-thoughtful apology, knocking on the door as opposed to his past window entrances.

♡☆ Dabi kissing you the second you open the door and kissing all up your neck and jaw, not caring he’s barely said hello, or acknowledged your fight, and every time you try to tell him to slow down, that you still need to talk about what happened, he can’t

“Can’t, princess. Need to fuck this pretty pussy first.”

♡☆You can tell him whatever you want, but he can’t pull away till he fuck you out of your sense, because deep down, he feels like you won’t take him back unless he does

♡☆ Dabi giving you the best head, no matter how much you try to talk him out of it, how you wanna be the one to give him something because of how bad you lost your temper at him, he can’t let you. He won’t let you.

♡☆ Dabi who makes you cum again and again all on his tongue, his erection evident in his boxers, but he couldn’t have cared less, just as long as he gets to taste your pretty little pussy, as long as he can enjoy you one more time before you decide he isn’t good enough and leave him.

♡☆ Dabi who fucks you with such fervor, but this time, it’s a bit different, it’s a bit more vulnerable than all the other times you two had makeup sex

♡☆ Dabi who cums inside you, the biggest load you had ever felt, you’re sure of it. But this time, he isn’t stopping. No matter how much you try to stop him he just keeps going, not that you could say much anyway, anytime you tried to open your mouth, a wave of moans leaves your mouth instead.

♡☆ Dabi who fucks his cum deep in you, making sure some part of you doesn’t forget him when you leave, even if it is your pussy.

♡☆ Dabi who whines so loud in your neck, your ears and head growing fuzzy and hot hearing his little whimpers and moans as he lets out all his pent-up anxiety in fucking you. 

♡☆ Dabi who babbles about how much he loves you, how much he needs you more than air itself while his pierced dick hits your cervix, making your brain and thoughts all foggy, only being able to mewl out responses as he thrusts with such vigor

“F-fuc-kkk Doll, this pussy’s got such a good grip on me, love you s’much baby fuck! I missed you s’much, missed this pussy s’much you have no idea princess-”

♡☆ Dabi who fucks you even harder now that he knows the both of you are close, trying to make this the best sex you two have ever had, all while trying to keep his emotions locked in, because damn everything if he didn’t make this about you, your pleasure, your well-being. 

♡☆Dabi who releases an even bigger load when you finish all around him, your heat closing all around him and making him light-headed and hot all over, moaning and whining so loud into your shoulder, babbling about how good your pussy treats him, how much he needs this pussy.

♡☆ You laying there in absolute bliss, head over heels for the man right next to you, until you finally notice your shoulder was a bit wet, feeling Dabi’s breathing blow against it, and as you try and pull his head up, you see the pretty, rosey pink painting his cheeks along with his tears, mixing with the little drops of blood from his skin-patches and piercings. And before you could ask what happened, what you did wrong, he uttered the most heartbreaking words you had ever heard

“ Ppl-please, please don’t leave me doll… Y-you can’t break me like that”

♡☆ Dabi who holds your pinky and looks down bashfully at your fingers intertwined, finally shooting the final blow to your heart.

“Please don’t break me like that.”

Look at me, posting 2 fics in a day, this is a first lol

also pls ignore the SHIT quality this was, it was not my best work, just word vomit, might get rid of it later idk....

[stunie]

yk when ume’s childhood gets animated …

[dead-dove-orchid]

Deciding Moment.

[acesandocs]

Did a little drawing but its pretty heavy so serious trigger warning for: blood, vomit, crying and implied mutilation

Baby's first murder 🔪💖

But seriously tho, along with the many complicated feelings Ace had for her old boss some of them were affection bordering on a crush. So while Ace recognizes the relationship she had with him as bad in hindsight, in the moment Ace immediately regretted what he did.

His boss could be equally sweet as he could be violent. And while nothing explicit was going on it was a weirdly intimate relationship. Very similar to Jinx and Silco from arcane. He would often criticize her for acting or dressing masculine and pushing her to act more like a proper girl.

I must stress that this was bad and he was a gross creep who took advantage of a homeless teenager to do criminal work for him, he deserves no sympathy.

Was inspired by the staging in this music video. if you wanna try watching it cw for some bad stuff in that too.

[guppygiggles]

[the-rest-of-what-remains]

[gemini-sensei]

Part Two of this Post - inspired by @sensei-venus CW: angst, bully targeting weight and body image, slapping, and crying.

What if after thinking about her best friends (secret crushes) so much, Reader can't finish the movie. But instead of dragging herself to her room, she decides to go to the party. She knows where it's being held, it isn't that far from her house. She's still in her costume...

Before much more thought can be put into the idea, she finds herself walking down the street. She's three houses down when she hears the music and sees all of the cars lining the road.

There are people in costumes coming in and out of the place, laughing and drinking and having a good time. No one questions her as she makes her way up to the door or when she walks inside. She wasn't invited but no one stops her from joining. It's loud and there are lights flashing and people dancing. The house itself is already a wreck, but no one cares. Everyone is having fun.

She mills around the place, seeing people she recognizes and others she doesn't. Kids from other schools have shown up to drink and eat food and hook up with people. That's what parties are for, right? So what the Hell am I doing here?

It isn't long before someone in a devil's mask stops her. He jumps out and scares her, laughing at her reaction. She tries to shrug it off with a scoff, but the guy is jeering at her. And she knows that voice. It's tormented her for years.

Kyler lifts the mask and laughs in her face. He points at her. "Ay yo, you shoulda seen the look on your face! You looked like you were about to shit yourself!"

"You're so gross," she tells him, shaking her head. She tries to walk around him so she can ignore him for the rest of the party - she might just go home. But he stops her by blocking her path.

"Hey, wait wait wait, what are you supposed to be, a witch?" he asked, checking out her outfit. He snickers and she knows an insult is coming. "More like a fat bitch!"

It shouldn't hurt anymore, she's been through it a million times before. At least that's what she thinks, that she shouldn't be affected by it anymore, but the tears spring up anyway. She tries to wipe them away before Kyler can see them, but he does and he starts laughing.

"Aw, c'mon don't be a baby, Reader. You're always so soft," he mocked, poking her doughy stomach. She recoils from him, but he just keeps jeering her, tormenting her like the perpetual child that he was. "Y'know, if you lost some weight you might look half decent. I might even sleep if you."

She let out a wretched noise between a scoff and a sob. "Is that supposed to be some kind of compliment?"

"You should want to sleep with me," he says smugly. "No one else is going to want to since you're such a pig."

She slaps him across the face, fed up with his bullshit. She cries hard, letting out the pain and frustration. As he holds his cheek and looks up at her, she backhands him to get a good hit on his other cheek. One of the rings she wore to go with her costume caught his skin and cut his face, a little blood trickling down his cheek.

"Go fuck yourself," she spit at him and turned to leave.

People who just witnessed the awful things he said to her and her retaliation move out of her way. No one offers to drive her home, only watching the tears streak down her face. It only makes her feel worse, opening her eyes to the fact that she actually came to the party friendless and alone. It sucks.

She gets halfway across the lawn when she hears someone running after her. "Reader! Wait!"

She doesn't know why she stops, but she does. She turns to find another masked figure following her. He's wearing a Jason Voorhees costume and carrying a prop machete. It's dark in front of the house, with all of the lights and action going on inside or in the backyard and anyone else would have a problem seeing who it is.

He stops in front of her.

"What do you want, Eli?"

"How'd you know it was me?" he asks, pulling the mask up. He looks at her tear-streaked and sad face.

She gestures to his costume. "You have a pattern with Halloween costumes. I didn't expect you to stray away from that. It doesn't matter, though. You can go back to your party."

She turns to leave, but he takes her hand into his, stopping her.

"You don't have to leave. You-"

"No, no it's fine. I don't even know why I came to this stupid party." She pulls her hand away from him. She wipes her eyes but the tears keep falling. "I don't know what I expected. This isn't some stupid movie where I can come to a cool party and things get magically fixed between us. So I'm going home. Don't stop me."

And he doesn't. He watched her walk down the sidewalk, unsure of what to do. He feels the tear in his heart reopen, or maybe it had never healed at all, but he can't deny how much he misses her. He slips his mask back down and hides the tear that falls down his cheek.

Reader cries on the walk home, pushing herself into her house when she arrives. She breaks down, running up to her room to hide from the world.

Maybe she should have just gone to bed to begin with...

[hplonesomeart]

He found out he’s not the highest rated anymore….isn’t taking it too well <<

[stemms]

I'm joining the c!Dream butterfly chat propaganda! This is an illustration of my ProtegeInnit tl kin memory that I've rp'ed with @mcg-127 :)

[chaotic-neutral-fanfics]

Vulnerable

Mitsuya Takashi X Reader

Warnings: Size kink, Vibrator, Crying, Sub drop (?), Aftercare, Pet name “Princess”

Word Count: 583

A/N: This is my first piece of this kind of writing in a year, so please forgive me for how short and awkward it is. Thank you. 

Small. You felt small.

Usually, your size difference with Mitsuya was enough of a turn-on to have you tugging at the fly of his pants all by itself, but today was different. As you started to come down from your final high, the vibrator between your legs was turned off and set on the bedside table. You were facing Takashi's chest and your fists still clutched tightly to the fabric of his shirt. The hand that had previously held the buzzing toy to your clit now came to rest on the small of your back. All of a sudden, you realized tears were streaming down your face. Despite your confusion, the salt solution continued to pour from your eyes. You didn’t feel sad… just small.    

His broad frame seemed to engulf your smaller one. It wasn’t just your stature that felt diminished compared to Takashi's, it was also your strength. You knew he was stronger than you, but the reality of how stark the difference was hit you out of nowhere like a brick. Your mind flashed to the bruises his fingers would leave after sex from holding onto your hips and just how easily he could choke you with one hand. As this almost crushing sense of vulnerability set it, you found yourself crying harder. 

You wanted to do what you always did when you needed comfort, snuggle into Takashi’s warm embrace but this almost prey-like fear was preventing you from doing that. Takashi was equally if not a little more confused than you were. He was caught off guard by your sudden outburst and had no idea how he could help you. Stuck in this awkward position, he decided to just not do anything and let you guide the situation. 

Although hard, you managed to start calming yourself down enough to the point where you could bury into Takashi’s welcoming body. He quickly got the hint and wrapped his arms around you, cradling you in a tight embrace. Your tears seemed to dry up eventually, and you found yourself shaking instead. At this point, your brain felt cloudy and incapable of thinking any complex thoughts. Mustering up the bit of strength you had left, you pushed yourself away from Takashi slightly and croaked out “w-water?” 

Takashi didn’t say anything in response, wordlessly helping you into a seated position leaning against the headboard, and handing you a glass of water with a straw in it. He sat up next to you, remaining silent. Takashi knew you, and he knew that you would talk when you were ready. 

Once your thirst was taken care of, you uttered a quiet “Thank you,” handing him back the glass which he set on the nightstand once again. You both sat there, the silence filling the air wasn’t uncomfortable, but rather uncertain. Your brain was far too tired to try and convey what had happened in words to Takashi. Takashi on the other hand was smart enough to not demand an explanation. Finally deciding to speak up, you asked “can we watch a TV show?” Takashi was a little surprised at first, he figured you would want to talk about the prior events, but if you weren’t ready, he was going to respect that. “Sure, Princess. What do you want to watch?” 

He reached for his laptop, setting it in between you two and subsequently initiating your normal aftercare routine. While the events of that night’s intimacy had not exactly been normal, both you and Takashi were feeling a lot better.

[stunies]

how am i supposed to fight when im in tears 😭😭

[recovering-vamp]

[logan-the-artist]

C3 Janus RN

the a n g s t

from this ask game!

[cotton-candy-918]

Tw blood like A LOT of blood-

Inspired by the song "Brutus" by The Buttress

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Guh I love this song

I had fun with this heehee

Without writing

[maternity-morningstar]

Ahhh, I hope angel can pull through his emotions the baby isn't Val she's so small and helpless my heart hurts 😭😭

Angel retreats to one of the empty rooms, shutting the door behind him. He collapses onto the bed, curling up into a tight ball as his mind races. The panic hasn’t fully subsided, and he feels like he’s suffocating under the weight of it all. His breathing is shallow, his body trembling with each shaky breath. Everything feels wrong—too wrong to handle. The image of the moth demon girl haunts him, reminding him of Valentino, of everything he’s been trying to forget.

After what feels like an eternity, there’s a soft knock on the door. Angel ignores it, hoping whoever it is will go away. But the knock comes again, more insistent this time.

Lucifer: *gently from the other side of the door* Angel, it’s me, Lucifer. Can I come in?

Angel doesn’t respond, but after a few moments, the door creaks open, and Lucifer steps inside. He closes the door behind him, taking in the sight of Angel huddled on the bed, looking smaller and more fragile than he’s ever seen him.

Lucifer: *softly* Angel… I’m worried about you. Can we talk?

Angel remains silent, his back still to him. Lucifer approaches the bed slowly, sitting down at the edge, careful not to invade his space. He waits, giving Angel time to process his presence.

Lucifer: *after a pause* I heard what happened. I know you’re scared. I can’t imagine how hard this is for you. But you’re not alone, Angel. You don’t have to go through this by yourself.

Angel’s shoulders shake with silent sobs, but he still doesn’t look at him. Lucifer takes a deep breath, knowing he needs to tread carefully.

Lucifer: *gently* I know that baby reminds you of Valentino. I know he hurt you, in ways that no one should ever be hurt. And seeing her, it’s like all those memories are flooding back, isn’t it?

At this, Angel finally reacts, his grip on the sheets tightening as a fresh wave of tears spill down his face.

Lucifer: *continuing* But she’s not Valentino, Angel. She’s just a baby—a baby who needs love and care. And I know it’s terrifying to think of being a parent, especially when you didn’t ask for this. But you have so much love to give, and that baby is a part of you too.

Angel finally turns to face him, his eyes red and swollen from crying. His voice is small, broken.

Angel: *whispering* I’m so scared, Lucifer… I don’t know if I can do this. Every time I look at her, all I see is him. I don’t want to hurt her, but I don’t know how to be what she needs…

Lucifer’s heart aches for Angel. He scoots closer, reaching out to take Angel’s hand in his.

Lucifer: Angel, what you’re feeling is valid. You’ve been through so much, and it’s okay to be scared. But you’re stronger than you think. You’ve survived things that would have broken most people. And I believe that you can be the parent that baby needs—you just have to give yourself a chance.

Angel squeezes his hand, trying to steady his breathing. Lucifer’s words bring a small measure of comfort, but the fear is still there, gnawing at him.

Angel: *voice trembling* What if I mess up? What if I can’t love her the way she deserves?

Lucifer: *gently* You’re already worried about doing right by her, which shows how much you care. Love doesn’t always come easy, especially when there’s trauma involved. But you can take it one step at a time. You don’t have to be perfect; you just have to be there.

Angel nods slowly, trying to take his words to heart. The terror hasn’t completely gone away, but he feels a little less alone in facing it.

Lucifer: *softly* You don’t have to do this alone, Angel. We’re all here for you—for both of you. And if it gets too hard, if you need help, just ask. There’s no shame in that.

Angel looks at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. It’s enough to make him believe, just a little, that maybe he can do this.

Angel: *whispering* I’ll try… I don’t know how, but I’ll try.

Lucifer: *smiling softly* That’s all anyone can ask for, Angel. And I know you’ll do your best.