#tw: nswf

[astaroth1357]

Most to Least Likely to Cry After Sex

Okay so, this might be a personal thing on my end, but I have long kept a running list of characters that I believe would cry after having sex. It is a perfectly natural response and there is absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about if it happens ... though it is surprisingly entertaining to think about in terms of fictional characters. And of course, I have a list for OM as well.

Contents: Nsfw/suggestive, depending on your definition, but not explicit. Emotional vulnerability explored.

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Levi

I think anyone could see this coming. Levi almost certainly has cried or would cry after sex. And depending on what you're doing, he may even cry during sex too.

Bless his little heart, it is 100% because he is always riding an emotional rollercoaster of the highest highs and lowest lows. The realization that somebody out there actually wants to be intimate with him would send his whole body into a meltdown. Have patience.

Mammon

Also kind of a no-brainer. He's only a little less likely to cry than Levi because he's better at putting up a front when he really wants to.

Unlike others on the list, Mammon gets super embarrassed if he gets overwhelmed and cries after sex but he rarely tries to hide it. It's kind of his way of reaching out for more affection, he wants to be coddled and reassured that his partner accepts him no matter what. He thrives on unconditional love like that.

Satan

Hear me out. Satan is canonically a kinky little fucker, I don't think he would cry after an especially "playful" rendezvous. It would be the really soft and intimate moments that get him everytime.

We have to remember, he's still a little new to this whole "experiencing feelings" thing. An emotion as overpowering as love is going to flatten him like a steamroller. He won't even realize that he is crying until his tears start staining the sheets. Be gentle. Talk him through it. Again, it's perfectly natural if it happens.

Belphie

I think Belphie will cry for bratty purposes more than anything else. I am wholly convinced that he will cry on demand if it gets him what he wants.

Lord forbid the MC tries to go anywhere before Belphie is ready because he may just grab onto them and start the waterworks. If you could withstand the full force of a pouty, teary-eyed Belphie begging just "5 more minutes" of cuddling, you're a stronger person than I am.

Simeon

Only lower than the other guys by virtue of having quite the stranglehold on his inner emotions, but he will let them out if he's comfortable to do so.

Let me be clear, Simeon wants to cry everytime. He wants to lose himself completely in his partner and let it all wash over him. It's just the social and moral questions surrounding what's happening that keep him from doing so. (Poor thing #1)

Asmo

Another person who can cry on demand or just get overwhelmed, but it won't happen often.

Put quite simply, Asmo's been around the block. He has a pretty good handle on himself even during his come downs. However, he knows how much it could mean to your partner if you're willing to show that side of yourself to them. So if MC says/does something that genuinely touches him, he will cry without shame.

Diavolo

Would almost certainly get misty-eyed if he was with someone he truly cared about. He may not cry, but he'll have to rub his eyes some.

Make. The. Prince. Feel. Loved. The realization that he has someone that he doesn't have order or trick into staying around would floor him. He's far, far too well-versed in maintaining a certain image to fully breakdown, but those feelings would all still be there regardless.

Lucifer

Also gets misty-eyed, particularly after make-up sex.

He would rather sheath his own nails into the skin of his palms than get caught crying, but if he really screwed something up (and was willing to admit it) then he would get a little vulnerable in the moment. It would be fleeting, though.

Solomon

It can get to him a bit, he's a pretty lonely guy, but he's more likely to make a joke or say something out of the blue just to hide from his feelings.

I don't think Solomon quite lets himself ponder or self-reflect on things that genuinely upset him. He's very goal-driven and future-focused, so indulging in these softer moments would be foreign to him. If he ever feels like crying, he'll immediately try to distract from it rather than letting the feelings out. (Poor thing #2)

Beel

I just don't see him crying. He's very comfortable with himself, he doesn't really repress his emotions, and he knows he's well-liked and well-loved. Beel would be just fine.

It's not a Solomon situation, of course. Beel does self-refect and he genuinely engages with others. I just don't think this would be a shocking level of intimacy to him. He already loves others about this deeply to start with, so just expect a really smiley Beel!

Barbatos

To be clear, Barbatos can cry and he has cried before in his life. It just won't ever be after sex.

Similar to Solomon, I think Barbatos lives his life with a certain level of detachment from the world around him. He wouldn't get overwhlemed after sex because he can't. It's not that his mind is elsewhere, it's that he blocks himself from getting too emotionally invested in such things to begin with. (Poor thing #3)

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[misvni]

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[lemonflavouredchaos]

Brute Force

Aka Dmitri and Reader get rough. NSFW MINORS DNI.

It's not often that he feels like being rough with you, but when he does Dmitri can exert unbelievable strength. You take short, shallow breaths through your mouth as the broad span of his hand presses down on your lower back.

The play fight had started gently, but when you sank your teeth into his shoulder Dmitri had made the kind of sound that brought colour to your cheeks.

And in a blink you were on your stomach, arse being dragged back into the air as he stripped your leggings and brought his hand down on the bare flesh with stunning efficiency. The sharp crack made you gasp, then moan as heat spread,

"God save me," Dmitri mumbled, "you bring out the animal in me."

He presses two fingers into you pinning you in place with the weight of his body, murmuring filth in your ear,

"Sweet little thing, hm? So tight and wet for me," he pants against you, the press of his cock on your flesh as he leans over you and let's his weight press your stomach to the mattress is almost too much, "do the men you work with know how you beg for me? Hm? How easily these legs open for me?" He pulls his fingers away and fumbles until his cock pushes into you, stretching the needy flesh without mercy, and you whimper and buck under him. "Good girl." He grunts a number of sweet nothings as he takes you, hard and fast enough to shake the bed and make it obscenely obvious to anyone in within earshot just what the two of you are doing.

"Dmitri," you whimper his name and reach back to hold his neck, coaxing a kiss in the hope that it will soften him, but when his hand closes gently on your throat and he pulls you up to meet him, his free hand roams to your breasts and gropes the flesh with bruising force, drawing a yelp,

"Forgive me," he murmurs, burying his face in your neck as the pace slows. After reaching a sudden fever pitch, he falls back into himself, "God you're so sweet for me," he whispers and kisses and takes you slow, hips rolling steadily until you squirm and gasp, then his fingers find their ways between your legs.

Tomorrow he will look at you with big doe eyes, shocked and appalled at the lovebites and hand prints he has left on you, though you'll reassure him that you loved every second.

Tonight he takes a fistful of your hair and tugs you back to the edge of the bed, kicking your legs open so he can slip between them, places a hand on your hip and whispers something too filthy to repeat before sinking back into your aching cunt, dragging you back onto him again and again.

[jasontoddsguns]

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Report + Block: Cilanfvcker: TW for NSFW

[Credit to Ranford on Twitter for originally putting this in the know and giving out the username. MASSIVE trigger warning for NSFW mentions, proship/rape/CP/z00phillia shit. I'm struggling not to vomit at all of this rn]

[I censored the profile image because it was highly nsfw-ish and I'd rather not jumpscare you guys with it - You're welcome.]

This person on Instagram is uhm... a Kr@ttc*st shipper (whoop-dee-fucking-doo) but he also apparently makes several z00phillic edits about WK.

He's also made CP artwork of Zach, the Kratts, and Gavin (and openly expressed the desire to make shota CP of all of them).

He thankfully does not have Tumblr, but he has other socials which I will encourage you to block [DO NOT ENGAGE WITH OR INTERACT WITH HIM OR USE THIS POST AS A SCAPEGOAT TO DO SO HE IS NOT AT ALL WORTH ANYONE'S EFFORT TO WASTE THAT IS HOW AWFUL HE IS]:

[https://www.youtube.com/@occultyagi2792/about]

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Another callout post since there has been lies and misinformation spreading.

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TW: Harassment, Falsely accusing other fans of ableism, Talk of Smut/ NSFW fanfictions, lying about age in public discords. And screenshots of the inappropriate borderline nsfw lines in their fic.

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[mountainvroyce]

location: in the mountains of the vale during the year axell spent with the clans

behind him he could hear the footsteps of another person following him on his patrol. they were light, quick. he didn’t need to look back to guess who it was. she had been annoying with him for most of the day.

runaa was pretty enough for a mountain clan member. dirty blonde hair that was always pulled back into a braid, green eyes. she had lovely hips. that was the first thing axell noticed about her. he’d left finger-shaped bruised all across those hips. she allowed him to take her again and again and again. whatever way he would like. he pulled the words from her. muttering to him that she was his and to please never stop.

there were multiple nights when she snuck into his tent late into the evening. he’d take his pleasure from her, allowing her, at times, to enjoy herself as well. whenever he felt kind enough. and yet despite his harsh treatment, she would come back again. telling him that her brother, the clan’s leader, would kill her if he ever found out. on one of her visits she told him that again that her brother would kill her if he found out. axell had to resist the urge to roll his eyes, instead he bent her over, and leaned down to whisper to her. “let him do it then.” and even then she still came back.

it was desperate. 

so he was not surprised that she followed him into the woods when he was supposed to be on patrol alone.

but there she was. pouting her lips and crossing her arms as she looked over at him.

“you are avoidin’ me, aren’t ya?”

of course, he fucking was. why would he willingly want to be here for this conversation? why would he want to chat with someone so clearly annoyed with him?

“i wouldn’t call it avoiding. i would say i’m doing my job here, which involved being off alone. go back and join everyone else.”

“we have to talk.” she said.

“why the fuck do we have to talk?” the lord commander sighed. gods this was going to be exhausting already.

“because i ‘ave something important to tell you.”

“then it can wait until i am back from my patrol. go back to the group.” he instructed her again as he began to walk away. and yet like a baby duckling she followed right on his heels through the woods and towards the rocky mountain top.

“no, i don’t want to wait. i want to talk to you.” axell ignored her as he walked, hoping she would just give up and go away. but no she continued to follow him through the trees and rocks.“you can’t keep ignorin’ me axell….axell.” no response back. “my brother is our leader. i could have you in trouble in a heart beat. you ‘ave to listen to me.”

that got his attention. the large man stopped in his tracks, looking over his shoulder at her. “i have to listen to you?” he repeated. she nodded her head back, holding her head high like she was in charge. he stalked back towards her, his hand around her throat pushing her until her back hit the tree behind her. his hand held firm around her throat, not choking her but enough to hold her still. “is that right? i have to listen to you because you’re brother is in charge? i don’t think that was ever the deal.” he said to her, leaning down close. “in fact i think our deal was that i was in charge.” his other hand explored down her waist, gripping onto her hips for a moment. digging his fingers in deeply. “i don’t take orders from you.”

his hand on her hip began bunching up the fabric of her skirt. his hand snaked under her dress, running over her upper thigh. his touch ghosting over her center. but he did not move any further. instead he looked directly into her eyes, waiting. waiting for her to give into him. the look in her eyes was needy once more. he felt her hips move closer to his hand, hoping for his touch. she whimpered and after a moment, her eyes closed in defeat. “axell please.”

that’s all he needed to hear as he pushed his fingers inside her. her hands clawed onto his back, letting out a moan into his ear. he moved quickly, harshly but she didn’t care. she bucked herself down onto his fingers wanting more. like a wild woman. desperate. pathetic. a moment ago she was furious at him and now she was allowing him to take control of her so easily. despite the noises she was making and how she clung onto him, seeking her end, he took no pleasure from this moment. he was shutting her up. he was ending this now. he waited until she was close. so close. before he pulled fingers from her, wiping them on her dress. “go back to the others. pull yourself together.” he did not wait for her response as he stormed off back on his patrol.

there was a blissful silence for a time now. he could be left to his own thoughts as he walked up the steep path towards of the cliff tops. he was sure he’d get an earful later from her back at camp but for now he could be alone with his thoughts. it was the only time he could be himself once more. it was a precious time to him and he hated seeing it ruined by her. it was only a few minutes before she appeared again having climbed up the path to see him.

“are you that frantic for me to finish you off that you follow me up here?” his voice was low, almost in a growl. this annoyance was getting on his last nerves. “fine. if you want it that much bend over the rock. we’ll finish this quick.” his hand began undoing the laces of his own pants. if it would shut her the fuck up.

“i’m pregnant.”

he stopped. “what?”

“i’m pregnant. you are the only man i ‘ave been with lately. the child is yours.”

fuck no. no this was not happening. she was not pregnant. no. no no. fuck. he cursed himself for being so careless with her. the last thing his mind had thought of was knocking the bitch up. he assumed she was laying with dozens of other men anyways and if she was with child then it would be one of his. but no, the fucking bitch had to choose only him.

this could not happen. no, he would not let this stand in his way. this was not his child. that was not his wife, or his partner or his lover. it was a simply a woman. that’s it.

“are you goin’ to say anything?” she snapped. how dare she sound annoyed with him.

“what the fuck do you want me to say? what? hmm? that i cannot wait for our child. no. there is no way i’m believing that you’ve only spread your legs for me. let some other man claim the child it is not mine.”

“fuck you asshole. you aren’t the one in charge anymore. this child is yours. my brother knows of the pregnancy. he will insist we will be handfasted together. you will be raisin’ this child with me if you want to keep your head on your shoulders.” god she looked so smug. he wanted to bash it agains the rocks behind her.

his hands clenched together, his knuckled turning white as she spoke to him like that. how dare she speak to him like that. he was a royce. a lord and she was nothing. she was no one.

“you’ve told you brother about this?” he asked, careful with his questions. she nodded in response. “did you tell him you were following me up here to tell me?”

there was that smug smile again. “i’m not stupid. no, he doesnt know. i snuck off when no one was lookin’.”

no one knew she was here. something shift in the air just then, but only one of them knew.

“so, we’re going to get married? fucking hell.” he muttered, walking closer to her. 

somewhere in the heavens, a clock had begun ticking down for runaa. it was only a matter of time.

“yes. we ‘ave a kid on the way. you’ll be a good dad.” she smiled proudly, wrapping her arms around axell as he drew closer. she had won in her mind. she had gotten the man who had alluded her so much. the one who seemed so distant would soon enough be hers. 

“mmm yes, a dad…” his hand traced up her body, over her chest and rested on her neck once more. “but what sort of mother would you be? hmmm? a woman from the mountain clans with no respect for her lords?” like a viper lunging for it’s pray his hands wrapped around her throat. this time he squeezed hard. “you’d be no mother. just a whore who spreads her legs for the first man who gave her attention.”

runa’s eyes grew wild as she felt the air being cut off to her lungs. and this was not like any other time axell had gotten rough with her in bed. no this felt dangerous, this was serious. she kicked her legs as she felt him begin to push her backwards. her hands tried to pry his grip off her neck but they would not move.

“i would never allow myself to marry someone like you. you are nothing. you mean nothing to me. all of your clansmen mean nothing to me.” his voice dripped with poison with each word. 

she could barely take in any air but she managed to get a few words out. “but…you’re….you’re child.”

“do you really think i would let you carry my child? no. none of you ever would.” he squeezed her throat harder the more he spoke. the more his anger took over. suddenly she was right against the edge of the cliff, his hands the only thing that held her upright. her bloodshot eyes glanced down at the chasm below her, wide with fear. she shook her head, trying to get out any words. trying to desperately plead with the man. 

“you are not worthy to carry my child. and you never will. i will make sure of that” he growled before releasing her over the cliff. the lord of runestone stood upon the edge and watched her rocket towards the ground. he did not flinch as she crashed onto the rocky bottom, unmoving.

axell calmly gathered his bag and made his way down the other side of the cliff. he would continue his patrol far away from here, ensuring no one knew he was in the area. it was just another problem gone. that’s all she was. just a problem.

but perhaps it was time for him to go home. his real home.

[clown-cult]

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[nightmareinfloral]

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[misvni]

Escapism

[lemonflavouredchaos]

Beg

It started with you calling him at work. Being a security guard is hardly the same as Kamchatka, and you know he gets bored...

So you call him and tell him about your day, your panties, and how you brought yourself off in the bathroom thinking about him and you're sure your boss knows. The goal was to drive him mad, but Dmitri only laughs, deep and throaty, and whispers that he loves you before hanging up.

You thought the plan was a bust until he got home. Quite how you went from on your feet welcoming him home to on your back on the couch you can't say. Your skirt is up at your waist, your legs raised over his hips, his hand firmly but gently on your throat as he fucks you mercilessly.

The whole couch moves when he thrusts hard, and somehow that feels obscene. When Dmitri pulls the front of your shirt open, popping two buttons, and drags the cups of your bra down you realise your tease may have been more effective than you thought,

"Feels so good," you gasp and he chuckles, burying his face into the crook of your neck for a few moments,

"Trying to drive me mad," he pants in your ear as he pulls back, hands on your hips dragging you with him until he's kneeling on the floor and you're bouncing in his lap. All you can do is whine; his cock is stretching you to the limit,

"Please," you whimper and he shakes his head,

"I should keep you in my office," he pants, "tie you to the desk and remind you who's body this is." You gape: dirty talk is common, but this is filthy. "Mm? Make you take me over and over, fuck you so good you scream. Who'll know? Just us in that big building... I could do anything to you."

You wrap your arms around his neck and gasp, trying to keep your cool, but Dmitri presses the thought,

"Or maybe I'll come to yours, hm? Fuck you nice and slow in the supply closet? Slow and hard so that every man there knows you're taken care of." His fingers have pushed between your bodies, he brings you off quickly, grinning when you gasp and moan loudly. In the haze of pleasure, you realize he's not under you anymore... then his hand slipps into your hair and the head of his cock presses against your lips.

"Are you going to behave from now on?" Dmitri asks as if expecting an answer - as if he's not fucking your throat just like a pussy. You managed to shake your head and he laughs, "No? Hm, pity..." he's losing his grip, you can see it in the half-lidded, soft look in his eyes, "I...uh...I-" he groans, cheeks flushing when you swallow every drop.

"You're going to be the end of me," he says after a few moments, but it's a tease; he kisses the top of your head and leads you to bed.

[jasontoddsguns]

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