You know what? I'm just gonna dump my AO3 here cause I like to share. Have some Obey Me, Mystic Messenger, Tokyo Debunker, Naruto... I slowly add fics. When I manage to actually finish them.
For introductions, this is my OC, Mochika, Mochi for short
you know that trope where it’s princess + knight, but they’ve both been captured by the bad guys and the princess is now gripped by the jaw by the villain, receiving a thin cut to her cheek while remaining completely still with a defiant look in her eyes even as a droplet of blood begins to trickle out of the wound, all while 3 people AT THE VERY LEAST need to have their hands locked on the knight because he’s thrashing around like a wild animal, trying so so so desperately, violently, to get to her?
The Boys reaction to reader crying on their first time. not from pain or anything just. Overwhelming Love (and maybe some overstimulation)
love you, bestie <3 your headcanons always kickass
yay yay yippee yippee!!! some good ol fluff <33
cw: first times, corruption kink (tohma, kaito, taiga), overstimulation, some of them think crying is hot mb, and some of them are ALSO crying, orgasm denial in edwards.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
Jin slows his pace, swiping his thumb across your cheek as his brow furrows. Gently, vulnerably, he asks you if you’re okay in the softest voice, a voice reserved only for you. You blubber confessions of love and wrap your arms tight around him, and Jin feels like he’s finally found his peace in life.
Tohma is a tease. He knows your body language like no other, and knows that these are not tears of pain. He kisses your cheeks softly, savoring the saltiness as he drills into you, ruining you for everyone else. After he’s done with you, my dear, you’ll only think of him and his dick, and how no other man can compare.
Luca stops immediately and pulls out of you in a panic, brow furrowed with worry. He asks if you’re okay and apologizes if he hurt you, but stops speaking when you curl up into his chest and whisper that you love him. He sucks in a breath and shudders at your praise, allowing you to guide him back into you as your moans crescendo.
Kaito is, more likely than not, also crying. His lower lip trembles as he kisses you, making weak little thrusts into your body as he’s overcome with affection. You’re real, and he’s doing this to you. You’re in his bed and whining his name and letting him touch you—you must be an angel—and now he’s dragging you into his depravity and sin.
Alan stops immediately and asks you what's wrong, his voice gruff. You’re quick to reassure him through your sniffles that you’re not in pain, that you just love him so much, and your emotions are flooding out of you before you can stop them. Alan’s heart swells in his chest when you tell him keep going, don’t stop, I love you.
Sho stops with a rough hey, are you okay? Once you tell him the cause of your tears he intertwines your fingers, pinning your hand against the bed as he grinds deep inside you. His eyes rove over your face, picking up each and every change in your expression, savoring the broken wails that leave your throat.
Leo does ask, albeit...rudely. “What are you ugly crying for?” He’ll scoff and hide his face when you tell him the reason, mumbling something about how that so lame and you’re too much of a sap. Heaven forbid you feel the way he twitched inside you at the praise—he isn’t ready for you to discover the softness within just yet.
Haru kisses your tears away, asking breathlessly if it feels good. When you nod and whine, he laughs, breath brushing against your ear as he marks the expanse of your neck and shoulders. You’re beautiful always, but you’ve always looked ethereal when you’re in his bed, crying out for him.
Towa giggles as tears fall down your cheeks, the shiny droplets enticing him to taste. He flicks his tongue against your cheek and makes an awed noise at the taste. It’s like he can feel your love! You can feel it too, right? Towa doubles his efforts, always a passionate lover, making you see stars underneath the night sky.
Ren is too busy hiding his own tears from you to notice when you start to cry. His hands clutching your hips, his thrusts soft and slow, he brings you to your peak over and over, touching all the right places just like you thought him to. He hopes he can do this again with you. Every day, if you want him to.
Taiga coos condescending at you, shamelessly licking a stripe across your cheek. He murmurs about how good you taste when you cry, fucking you harder, begging you to give him more of your sweet tears. You wail, scream even, and Taiga only gets harder at the thought of you only wanting him forever.
Romeo is soft with you when you’re in his bed for the first time, it being his first real time making love with someone he cares about. He’s gentle with you as you cry for him, kissing your knuckles and gazing upon your shuddering form with smoldering eyes, fucking all the noises he never knew you could make out of you.
Ritsu notices immediately and stops, asking if there’s anything wrong or something he should improve on. You can tell he’s nervous, sweat beading his brow, and for once he’s without his handkerchiefs (being stark naked in your bed.) He’s relieved when you tell him no, that you just love him so much. He leans over your body to press a reverent kiss between your brows, worshipping you with the sweetest adoration.
Subaru’s eyes are dark when he sees you cry. He purposefully drags more moans out of you, watching as you writhe and hiccup and wail underneath him. He sighs, leaning over you, murmuring sinful promises into your ear as he unravels you. This, he thinks, is the closest someone like him will ever get to heaven.
Haku is soft and kind with you, slowing his thrusts until your sobs have been reduced to sniffles. He asks you why you’re crying, calls you princess and holds your hand, hair falling in front of his face. When you tell him why he sighs deeply, squeezing his eyes shut as he twitches inside you. C’mon, princess, that’s mean. You can’t just say that sort of thing to someone.
Zenji wipes your tears away, staring down at you fondly as he makes love to you. It’s so easy to get lost within you, to lose his poet’s tongue as he rambles like a mad man. Love confessions and praise spill from his lips as you squeeze around him, the two of you connected, together, one.
Edward chuckles, shamelessly uttering filth into your ears. His hips do not slow, his lazy thrusts unrelenting as he brings you to the brink only to snatch it away. When you cry out in displeasure at your ruined orgasm, he fakes sympathy, drying your tears with the pad of his thumb. Be nice to him, darling. He’s an old man.
Rui presses his forehead against yours, torn between clenching his eyes shut and never blinking again as he stares at you. You’re crying. He kisses you softly, pushing his needy hips against yours, sloppily grinding into your cunt. He needs you. He knows you need him too. Rui hears you sob soft love confessions and nearly cums from your sweet words alone.
Lyca doesn’t understand why you’re crying, and so, he asks. He may not show it, but hearing how much you care about him has butterflies raging in his stomach. Lyca’s eyes dart away and he pouts. It’s not fair that you have such an effect on him. You shouldn’t just say stuff like that—and if you’re going to say it to anyone, it should be only him forever!
Yuri is another who does not notice, too busy fighting back his own tears as your loud admissions of love ring throughout the room. He loves you too, don’t you get it!? That’s why he’s doing this with you—he’d never do this with anyone else. You’re special. You’re his. And he intends to keep it that way, so don’t ever leave!
Jiro is blunt, asking you if it feels good or if it hurts. When you answer the former, he smiles just a bit, leaning down to kiss you. His mouth swallows up your cries as he finds every spot that makes you louder, bucking against him like you’ve lost control of your body. He takes pride in bringing you the most pleasure—he’ll be damned if he doesn’t give you the best orgasm you’ll ever have.
Nature Documentary: these deep sea creatures can withstand crushing pressures of thousands of pounds per square inch!
Me: they’re not withstanding a goddamn thing. The pressure is a part of them. Their interiors and exteriors are equalized. Just because your respiratory system is built around a pair of fragile poppable bubbles-
