#crybaby reader

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x crybaby!reader

Summary: Draco can't help but fold every time he sees you crying, especially when it's his own fault.

CW/Genre: p in v sex, smut, fluff, dacryphilia, slight emotional sadism, one shot, proofread, mentions of violence (not in detail), slightly ooc, hbp Draco

1.3k wrds cross posted on ao3

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Of course, Draco Malfoy knew he was bad. Everyone knew it. Being a Death Eater's son doesn’t exactly make you out to be a model student. But Draco had never felt quite as bad as he did right now, holding your sobbing form in his arms as he held back a smile.

Draco knew he should be a respectable boyfriend, one who would wipe away your tears and hug you tightly, reassuring you that everything would be ok. He should be punching in the face of whoever spread that oh-so-mean rumor about you right now. And of course, he would later. That student would be lucky to make it to the hospital wing without having to crawl.

But now, Draco couldn’t help but stare at your tear-streaked face as you clung to him for comfort. He had tried, really tried, to be the nice, caring boyfriend for you, but he just couldn’t help the way his pants tightened at the middle when you looked up at him with those big doe eyes.

It wasn’t his fault when those extra ingredients slipped into your potion the second you looked away. He hadn’t *meant* to change your potion from the bright red Professor Snape had instructed you to make to a muddy brown. And really, he didn’t expect you to burst into tears in the middle of class when Snape reprimanded you. He had held your sniffling form tightly, whispering sweet words to you, and of course, to everyone else, he did look like a model boyfriend.

“Baby, it’s ok. It's just a little mistake, yeah?” He had said to you, using only the softest tone for his sweet girl. “Happens to everyone, y’know?” He had reassured you gently, rubbing your back and placing a tender kiss on your forehead. He couldn’t help the smug expression on his face that you were oblivious to, face still buried in his chest as you held back sobs.

“You’re the only one I can go to, Dray..” You had mumbled into his chest, he hadn’t meant to ruin everyone else for you, but god did it feel good. You hadn’t noticed the way he subtly adjusted himself in his trousers, concealing a painfully hard member. You hadn’t noticed how he slipped off after class, quickly making his way through the hallway and to the prefect's bathroom.

You were oblivious to the fact that he was roughly palming his cock, still imagining your tearful face as he came. And of course, you never noticed when he slipped back beside you at meals, his face still flushed from his disappearance. What you *did* notice was the way he slipped his arm around you and pulled you in for a kiss on the cheek. Making sure to show you off to his friends.

When he had finally started dating you (after the many attempts it took to get you to stop being so oblivious to his affection), your need for comfort only increased; not that Draco minded, of course. That’s why you were here right now, in his arms, choking on your tears because of a silly rumor.

He traced patterns on your back with one hand, the other holding you close as you trembled against him. Draco loved nothing more than the sight of his fragile girl crying. You just looked so good with a flushed face and red rimmed eyes.

“Shh.” He gently silenced you, forcing you to look up from his shoulder as you pressed yourself even closer against him. “It’s all ok, baby, I’m gonna make it better.” He spoke softly as he tilted your face to the side with a gentle hand under your chin, giving his lips better access to your stained cheeks as he gently kissed every tear away.

Draco slipped his cold hands under your blouse, ensuring his lips never left your face, making their way down to kiss and nip at your jaw tenderly. His hands slid up further, reaching your lacy bra and swiftly unclasping it to squeeze and rub your breasts.

“Dray…” you choked out, still sniffling slightly, and *god* did his cock practically weep at the sight of you sitting so pretty just for him. Eyes still brimming with tiny tears. He quickly silenced whatever mindless complaint you had with his lips against yours, mouth melting at the warmth as his skilled fingers rolled your hardened nipple in a way that made you gasp against his mouth.

His hands left your breasts to struggle with your skirt, fumbling with the zipper before pulling it down along with your matching sheer black panties.

“Did you pick this out just for me, baby? I'm so lucky, aren’t I?” He spoke out between sloppy kisses, words slurred from the addictive contact. You nodded dumbly, hands moving up to wipe away stray tears, smudging your makeup slightly in the process.

“My beautiful girl.” Draco’s hands came back up, this time to fuss with his belt. The metal buckle clanked loudly as it hit the floor. He pulled down the zipper to his trousers with one hand while the other found its way up to your back, pulling you closer against him so that your head was resting against his shoulder.

His erect cock came free as both trousers and boxers were pulled down, lips once again connecting with your neck to leave bruises and small kisses. You gasped against his shoulder, whining quietly at the sharp bites left by Draco.

“Shh..” he murmured, hand smoothing down your hair as he returned to kiss your temple. His free hand came down to pump at his cock before guiding it to your warmth. The satisfaction of meeting your dripping cunt, forcing a sigh out of him, deep voice meeting your own as you gasped loudly against him.

“Fucking perfect, baby.” He spoke out, cock still sinking into you. There was no place Draco would rather be, especially while you were still whimpering and teary from all the crying you had just done.

As he began to move, tears once again began to well up in your eyes. You moaned softly, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. Draco quickly set a rough pace, not caring to go slow; he couldn’t help it when you looked so needy and defenseless against him.

“Wanna see you.” He grunted, hand coming up to gently push your face away from his neck to instead make eye contact with you. The sight of you still crying, sobbing even, just for him was already enough to make his thrusts sloppy, speeding up inside you as he groaned from pleasure.

His skilled fingers came down to rub at your clit, circling it tenderly as your hips involuntarily jerked against him to meet his cock. You cried out from the overwhelming pleasure, eyes still brimming with tears as Draco got both of you off.

“Fuck I’m close.” He groaned against you, lips meeting yours again in a sloppy kiss. You nodded against him, eyes rolling back. You never needed to tell Draco if you were close; it was always apparent by the tears and the way your back would arch as you pressed closer to him yet again.

His thrusts got faster, becoming even sloppier as he moaned lowly. And with a few more rough thrusts, he spilled inside you; fingers still circling your clit as you came in tandem. His movements stilling inside you soon after, as you came down from both your highs.

He kissed your temple, hand rubbing your back gently as he pulled out of you. Fluids leaking out of your gaping cunt as he moved.

“Feeling better yet?” Draco chuckled against your hair, still peppering kisses against you as you sniffled.

“Love you, Dray.” You murmured softly with a nod, arms circling his neck as you hugged him tightly.

“I love you too, baby.” He laughed again, signature smirk becoming obvious as he pecked your lips. He maneuvered you so you were lying on the bed coming down next to you soon after. And with a final murmur of praise, he pulled you close and fell asleep, arms still holding you close.

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Crybaby! Reader x Rafe Cameron

It had been weeks of the same routine. Rafe was up early, gone all day, and by the time he got home, he was too exhausted to do anything but collapse into bed. You understood at first—Rafe worked hard, and running a company wasn’t easy. But as the days turned into weeks, his absence began to gnaw at you.

Tonight, you’d reached your limit.

You were sitting on the couch, scrolling aimlessly on your phone, when the craving hit. You wanted ice cream, something sweet and cold to take your mind off the void of Rafe’s company. You peeked into the kitchen but found nothing that would satisfy you.

“Rafe?” you called, walking into the bedroom where he was sitting on the edge of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt.

“Yeah?” His voice was tired, his eyes barely lifting to meet yours.

“I wanna go for a drive. We can stop and get ice cream or something,” you said, your tone hopeful.

Rafe sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “Baby, I can’t tonight. I’m dead on my feet. Can’t it wait until tomorrow?”

The casual dismissal stung. “No, it can’t wait,” you snapped, your voice rising. “You’ve been saying that all week! Tomorrow, tomorrow—what about me, Rafe?”

“I’m doing this for us,” he said, his tone defensive. “I’m not saying no because I want to. I’m exhausted, okay?”

You stared at him, your emotions bubbling over. Before you knew it, you were crying, your chest heaving with sobs. “You don’t care! You don’t care about me anymore!”

Rafe frowned, standing up. “That’s not fair, and you know it.”

“Fair?” you spat, your voice cracking as you stomped your foot. “What’s not fair is you ignoring me all the time! All I wanted was a stupid drive, and you can’t even give me that!”

“Dolly—”

“Don’t call me that!” you screamed, tears streaming down your face. Your words tumbled out in a jumble, barely making sense. “You don’t listen to me! You don’t care! You just… you just—”

You weakly shoved at his chest, your small fists thumping against him as you hiccupped and choked on your sobs. Rafe stood there, letting you vent, his hands hovering as if unsure whether to grab you or give you space.

“You’re mean! And, and… I hate you!” you wailed, though you didn’t mean it.

Finally, Rafe had enough. “Alright,” he said, his voice firm. He grabbed your wrists gently but firmly, holding them still. “That’s enough, baby. Stop.”

But you didn’t stop. “You don’t love me!” you blubbered, your head dropping forward as you sobbed uncontrollably.

Rafe sighed, pulling you into his chest despite your protests. “I love you more than anything,” he murmured, his arms wrapping around you tightly. “But you’ve got to calm down, okay? You’re working yourself up too much.”

“I-I can’t!” you hiccupped, your body shaking in his hold.

“Yes, you can,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “Breathe, Dolly. Come on, with me. In and out.”

You tried, but the sobs kept breaking through, your breaths coming in shallow gasps. Rafe scooped you up and carried you to the bed, sitting down with you in his lap. He started rubbing your back in slow, soothing circles, his chin resting on top of your head.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he murmured. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I just… I just wanted…” you sniffled, unable to finish your sentence.

“I know,” he said softly. “I know, baby. I’ve been a terrible boyfriend lately, haven’t I?”

You nodded against his chest, your tears soaking his shirt.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice full of genuine regret. “You’re right—I haven’t been around enough. I’ll fix it, okay? Starting tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” you mumbled, your voice small and wobbly.

“Promise,” he said, lifting your chin so you could see the sincerity in his eyes. “And tonight, I’ll make it up to you. We’ll stay up and watch whatever you want, or I’ll run out and get ice cream. Anything you need, baby.”

You sniffled, wiping your face with your sleeve. “Just want you…”

“You’ve got me,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Always.”

Your sobs began to subside, your breathing evening out as Rafe continued to hold you close. You clung to him, your face buried in his neck, finally feeling the comfort you’d been craving.

“Love you,” you whispered.

“Love you more, Dolly,” he murmured, his voice a soft promise against your hair.

bf!rafe cameron x bimbo reader

she walked like sin on satin heels. bubblegum gloss, glitter on her lids, and that tiny pink mini barely covering her ass. everything about her said trouble, but rafe? he was the kind of boy who begged for it.

she twirled her gum around her finger like it was a cigarette and rafe cameron swore she was made in a lab. a doll. a daydream. a walking heart attack in heels that clicked when she walked toward him, always toward him.

“hi baby,” she purred, soft and sweet like cotton candy melting on the tongue.

he was leaning against his truck, hands shoved in his pockets, but the second she got close, all that fake nonchalance went out the window. she was wearing his varsity jacket over her outfit. god, she looked like a fantasy — his fantasy.

“you wearin’ that just to kill me?” he asked, voice low, gravelly, eyes drinking her in like she was his favorite kind of poison.

“no,” she said, giggling. “but if i did, would you die happy?”

rafe smirked, stepped forward, cupped her cheeks in those big, rough hands and tilted her head back like she was something precious. “i’d die fuckin’ euphoric, princess.”

she gasped all dramatic, plush lips parted like she was in one of those old romance films. “you’re soooo obsessed with me.”

“can you blame me?” he murmured, eyes flicking down to her lips. “look at you. you’re like... the end of the world.”

she blinked up at him, lashes thick and fake and flirty. “i don’t even know what that means.”

he laughed. soft. stupid. completely enchanted. “means you’d be the last thing i’d wanna see before the apocalypse.”

she tilted her head, letting that process with her glossed-up, bubble-brain pout. then she grinned like sunshine. “aww, baby, that’s soooo sweet.”

rafe kissed her like a man possessed. slow and messy and full of hunger. her gum got caught between their tongues, but she didn’t care. she moaned into it, fingers tangled in his golden hair, hips bumping into his, all heat and perfume and pink-sugar chaos.

he pressed her up against the truck door, his jacket falling off her shoulders, but she didn’t fix it. just kept looking at him like he hung the stars in the sky.

“you smell like strawberries,” he muttered, burying his nose in her neck. “you’re gonna ruin me.”

“duh,” she said, giggling. “that’s, like, the plan.”

he groaned, head thudding against her shoulder. “you have no idea what you do to me.”

she bit her lip. “i do. that’s why i wear the little skirts.”

he looked down at her legs — long, smooth, tan, perfect — and nearly whined. she hooked one over his thigh, pouting up at him.

“you gonna take me to the diner or just keep kissing me till i’m dizzy?”

“both,” he said, without a beat. “diner first. dizzy later. maybe both at once.”

the neon motel sign flickered outside like a dirty promise. room 7 smelled like smoke and lemon cleaner, but rafe couldn’t care less.

not with her sitting on the edge of the bed in her thigh-high socks and panties, reapplying her gloss like they weren’t about to ruin the room.

“you look like a dream,” he muttered, kicking off his boots.

“i am a dream,” she said, smacking her lips. “and you’re so lucky i picked you to have me.”

“i’d thank god if i thought he had anything to do with it,” he murmured, crawling between her legs. “but i know you’re way too good for heaven.”

she giggled, squealed when he grabbed her thighs and dragged her closer.

“careful! i just did my nails.”

“then you better hold onto the headboard, baby,” he growled, yanking her panties down with his teeth, “cause i’m about to make you forget your name.”

she gasped, tossed her head back, eyes all heavy-lidded and pretty while he buried his face between her thighs. one hand in his hair, the other clawing at the sheets, high-pitched moans falling from her lips like a pop song stuck on repeat.

“rafe— ohmygod, rafe—”

he hummed against her, grinning, totally feral. “say it again.”

“rafe,” she whined, “baby, baby, please.”

he pulled back just long enough to look up at her, lips shiny with her gloss and her. “you look so fuckin’ pretty like this. all messy for me.”

she blinked down at him, face flushed, hair a mess, and god, he wanted to take a picture. frame it. tattoo it on his chest.

“come here,” she whispered.

he climbed up over her, hand slipping under her bra, squeezing just to make her gasp. she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him like she owned him — which she did.

he slid in slow, thick and deep, both of them moaning into each other’s mouths.

“god,” he hissed, “you’re so— tight— fuck—”

“told you i was a dream,” she whispered, biting his lip. “don’t wake up, baby.”

he laughed. “never could.”

they moved together like it was choreography. like a vintage tape left on repeat — her moaning his name, rafe whispering mine, mine, mine in her ear, her pink nails scratching down his back, her lips parted just enough to look obscene.

when she came, it was loud and pretty and perfect. when he did, he swore he saw stars.

after, she laid on his chest, tracing hearts on his skin.

“you’re, like, so obsessed with me,” she mumbled, yawning.

“you don’t even know the half of it,” he whispered, kissing her forehead.

and when she fell asleep, lips parted, cheeks pink, hair a mess, rafe just stared at her like she was everything. because to him? she was.

and he'd burn the world down just to keep her soft and spoiled and smiling like that.

Babiess I started zoloft and sleeping pills today (I'm actually doozing off right now but i wanna post this) so let's hope it doesn't mess with my creative juices Crybaby reader but she doesn't cry in this, drama queen Osamu, implied past dacryphilia My works: enjoy Bye now - Mars ♡

"Do you think I'm a crybaby?" You asked, glancing up at your lover

Osamu pauses for a moment, "I think you have a big heart" he smiles when he feels your glance, 

"That's not what I asked" you pout, fidgeting with his fingers as you both walked down the streets on Yokohama in the late evenings 

"You cry...easily yes, but that is not necessarily a bad thing"

"It's inconvenient though, I mean for me and other people"

"It's beautiful," Osamu whispers, shifting over to stand closer to you, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, "It's one of the main reason that drew me to you" he cups your face, tilting it up so he can shamelessly drink in your beauty 

"...really?" You stare up at him

"Mhm, I admire, maybe envy if I'm being honest, your ability to live your life with your heart on your sleeve."

"...oh" you were stunned, he envied you? For being a crybaby? Were you hearing him correctly?

"Why would you envy such an annoying trait?" 

"It's not annoying and whoever made you feel like that is stupid, can you kindly tell me who it is, my sweet love" he smiles, it lights up his entire face 

"Not a chance" 

"Worth a shot" 

"It takes a lot of courage to cry, and it's a very human thing to cry" he pinches your cheek softly, "And plus you look so cute with tears in your eyes," leaning down and brushing his lips against your ear, “especially when you’re crying so sweetly in my sheets”

"YOU’RE SO WEIRD" You scoff, clearly flustered, the heat creeping up your neck and spreading across your face 

"You love me" he chuckles, enjoying how easily he can render you flustered

"Unfortunately"

The gasp the detective lets out is so loud it startles the other people around the street 

You want to crawl into a hole and never leave 

"It's unfortunate that she loves me, so she says" he tells the people around, "My heart is utterly broken, however shall I live, there's no point of life" 

"Oh my god" you cover your face with your palms, "Please stop" you whisper to him 

"Osamu, let's go"

He backs away, one hand on his heart, "Why? So I can sleep in a bed with someone who doesn't love me?" the other hand flung over his eyes, "This pain is unbearable" 

"I love you" you close the distance between you and him, grabbing his face and kissing him, "I love you, drama queen" 

He smiles, it's beautiful and the embodiment of sunshine, "Okay, we can go home" he giggles 

"I'm gonna kill you" 

"Dirty talking in public? A first for you, Bella"

"Oh my fuck-" you sighed and took a deep breath, "You're so fucked when we get home" 

"Promise?" He adjusted the crotch of his pants, you glance down for a second, regretting the decision the minute your eyes met his

"Are you seriously hard right now?" You scoff, this bastard was truly unbelievable 

"Yup"

KINKTOBER: knotting + dacryphilia + marking

word count: 1.3k words / mdni / 18+ i love writing for bachira <33

your roommate is really hot. applying to become roommates with someone who you didn't know led to unexpected problems- like falling for him. his cheerful and eccentric personality drew you in, his amber eyes and his black and yellow hair keeping you there. a very attractive man in every sense. a very attractive werewolf.

decades ago werewolves and other monsters would have to hide who they are but the times have changed and society has progressed. one of the reasons why you're glad you're born during this progressive age is now you can go into sex shops and buy sex toys... monster sex toys... werewolf toys.

you didn't go out of your way to buy a monster sex toy, you just wanted a new vibrator, maybe something a little quieter now you have a roommate but there was a whole section on monster toys. huge, thick, ribbed, knots, it was rather daunting to see all of them. your eyes were drawn to a particular dildo though, thick and with a knot, you guess around 9 inches. you read the label below it and it's a werewolf dildo. in the end you end up buying it but you tell yourself that you might not even use it, you're just buying it because it was cheap. it wasn't, you couldn't even afford to buy the vibrator you wanted as well.

when you get home you throw the dildo under the bedside table, sometimes your eyes drift over to it but it's been weeks and you haven't used it.

you make your way into the living room and turn on the television, throwing a blanket over you. you think about asking bachira if he wants to watch a movie with you, you hear the shower run and look for films while you wait to ask him. you don't hear the shower stop and you don't hear the door opening, already focused on your task of choosing a film. "oooh, what are you watching?"

"i haven't deci-" you turn to look at him and he's wearing his towel, and nothing else. it's definitely not the first time he's done this, it's pretty frequent but every time it floors you. it should be illegal for someone to look so good. "bachira put some clothes on!" you squeak and he laughs loudly at your reaction before leaving and coming back a couple minutes later this time with clothes on. you end up watching a film and that night your hand reaches under your bedside table. it was only fair that meguru touched himself to your muffled moans, it seems you forgot that werewolves have supernatural hearing and you're basically putting on a show for him. he can't hear any porn so he wonders what you're thinking about. little does he know it's about him.

it happens nearly everyday now, once you've started it's hard to stop. stripped down and turning your face against your pillow muffling your moans and making your wrist hurt as you repeatedly thrust the dildo into your pussy. however, unaware to you, your noises get louder, as you get closer you whine loudly and bachira can hear squelching noises and he imagines him getting you to make the noises. as you push the knot into you you whine "meguru" and he cums everywhere, all over his chest and pants loudly. he didn't imagine that. you definitely said his name.

immediately he leaves his room and he flings open your door and and you whelp trying to cover yourself with your hands. "bachira wha-" before you can finish what you were going to say he goes over to the bed and grabs your hands, forcing them away from your body.

"don't cover up. it's rude to tease," he grins and your eyes widen. he grips your wrists in his large hands and licks his lips as he drinks up your soft body with his eyes, making you shiver.

"tease? tease, i-i haven't done anything!" you don't know what he's talking about but you're hyperaware that you're naked and exposed with a knotted werewolf dildo currently in you with your werewolf roommate above you completely naked too, and you can feel his hard cock against you which you're trying not to look at it.

"oh, really, so calling my, whining, my name as you fill up your cunt isn't teasing?" he licks a tear that starts to fall down your face, 'you look so cute'.

your eyes widen and you try and wiggle out of his grasp, " 'm sorry! ' didn't mean to! just like you a lot meguru!"

bachira doesn't try to stifle giggles, making you cry more and he ruts against your chubby stomach. "awe why didn't you tell me? we could of been doing this for ages." he teases but you can hear that he's being genuine. you sniffle and look up at him in shock and awe at his 'confession'. "such a silly girl," he grins as he sees another tear and wipes it with his hand. "it's a good thing i like you too," he kisses your wet cheek. "never knew you were such a crybaby though." he never knew he would be so turned on by seeing you cry either.

"i'm not a crybaby." you mumble.

"oh please," bachira rolls his eyes and without any warning pulls the dildo out of you, making you screech, suddenly feeling so empty. when he sees it he grins wide, not only covered in your juices but very clearly knotted. "awe did you buy this because of me?" you turn your head to the side not wanting to look at him, embarrassed. 'cute'

"do you want my cock?" he asks cockily and you head snaps back to look at him. "i promise it's much better then that small piece of plastic you've been using." he grins and ruts against you again. your mind goes blank as he says 'small,' that toy is anything but small, how big is he?

you nod your head, "good girl." in one swoop he thrusts into you, not stopping as you scream and grab hold of his arms and hold him tightly to ground yourself. he laughs at your reaction as he keeps thrusting hard and fast. he wasn't lying when he said your toy was small. his cock feels thicker than your wrist and is longer than average too, you feel like you're feeling ripped apart but still he doesn't slow down, in fact as you cry more he gets even more feral. "you look so pretty crying for me," kissing your cheeks and soft jaw.

bachira grabs hold of your malleable hips and sinks his fingers into you groaning at the sight and the feeling, using them to pull you towards him and off him, aiding in his movements.

he doesn't even need to work hard for you to come. of course he doesn't you're his 'good little mate' meguru actually growls when he thinks that, shocking you in the process. it seems impossible but his thrusts get harder and it almost hurts but the slight pain is pleasurable. "fuck, fuck," he grabs hold of you so tightly he's going to leave bruises and pushes his knot into you and stuffing you full.

you scream, you cry more than double that you have been, your arms flail and your swear you're going to bleed. "sssh, shhhh, it's okay," he strokes your hair and wipes your eyes. you sniffle and he continues comforting.

" 'ts big," you say through tears.

A/n: wooohoo!! a Dazai request! I'm so in hate with this man! i wanna kiLL him so much!! + NEW DIVIDER 😋😋 IDK IF HIS HEART ONE IS BETTER OR THE FLOWER ONE I USUALLY USE *SNIFF*

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type: headcanons!

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this is...Dazai Osamu x GN! reader

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