#men crying

It was late. like past midnight late.

You and Jason have been dating for a few months now. It started off casually, but the more time you spent together, the more comfortable you became.

Then the lies started…

His job? According to him, it was something to do with financing, but you never got to know more about that. A whole room in his apartment, you weren’t allowed to go in. Even if you got too close, he would freak out and push you away. The times he would tense when you would touch him (he shrugged it off as some childhood experience).

Constantly being out late. Like right this instant. He has missed a date you had planned, one that you reminded him of a million times in the passing week. He didn't even text or call. Naturally, this made you worry, so you went to his apartment, opening it with the spare key he gave you for emergencies.

You paced around his living room, chewing on your nails. Anxiety pulsing through you to the point it made you nauseous. Your mind could only lead you to two explanations. He was cheating on you… Or he was dead in a ditch somewhere. Neither was good.

You frantically called his cell for around the tenth time, only to be met with his voicemail. “Hey Jason… I’m really starting to freak out. Please call me back.” Your voice wavered  with your plea. The grip on your phone tightened enough to turn your knuckles pale.

That’s when the window slid open. Your boyfriend tumbled into the room. A red helmet dropped to the floor. He looked exhausted… oh yeah, and there was blood on his clothes.

“Holy shit,” you muttered, rushing over to his side, helping him not collapse.

He looked up, his eyes widened. Fear and panic combined as he stared at you. “What are you doing here?” his tone was unnecessarily harsh. He pushed past you, kicking the helmet further away as he dropped to the couch. He pulled off his brown jacket, and underneath looked like some fucking hero costume.

“I have been trying to get a hold of you for the past four hours.” Your voice turned hoarse, disbelief taking over. “Where the fuck have you been?” you questioned, stepping closer as you looked down at him.

He leaned back into the leather of the couch, a hand running down his face with an exhausted sigh. “I can’t talk about this right now,” he said firmly, raising a hand before you could respond. “Just head home, okay?”

You had been frantic for an upward of four hours, scared to death about, well, his death. Now he was asking you to just drop it and head home. Usually, you would reluctantly just agree and head out, but now you were being shoved over the edge. It was secret after secret with him, lie after lie that you would most likely never get the answers to.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” A humorless laugh leaves between your lips. You shook your head, pressing your palms to your eyes. “Yeah, ok fine. Just don’t expect me to come back, because this is insane.” You grab your bag from the table and head straight for the front door.

Before you can get it open, you feel his hand wrap tight around your wrist. The words hit you before you even turn, “Don’t go…” It was whispered and weak. He tugged you in hard, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

“Fuck, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry… please don't leave…” his voice wavers.

You’re just trapped in his grasp, wide-eyed and utterly confused. Just a minute ago, he seemed frustrated and looked like he couldn't care less. Now he was holding you and begging you to stay. And wait… what was that wet feeling on your neck? Oh, oh shit. Was he crying?!

He gripped you tighter, but still resisting enough not to hurt you. He let out a soft hiccup against your skin, choking out broken pleas and apologies between shaky cries. His hand moving up to cup your face, he pulled back to look at you. His eyes were red and glossy, and his lips pulled into a tight-lipped frown.

“Please, baby, don’t leave me.”

a/n — I am finally back!! I swear my professors are trying too kill me... but I am trying my absolute best too write. I’m also such a huge DC fan but this is for first time writing for it so I’m kinda nervous…

Just a small thing that I adore about Castlevania as a show is that we see a lot of men cry. And with that I mean really ugly cry, rather than having a single tear sexy-cry. I love it.

contains: CORBIN CRYING, smut, sex (p in v), semi dom!reader, semi sub!corbin

a/n: I can’t even he looked so good crying 🫪 also this is really short i’m sorry..

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Corbin had waited far too long to get his hands back on his girl. He was proud of all the work you did but couldn't help how insane he got over you when you were gone for too long.

You had been gone in LA for two weeks for work. You had multiple brand things which left you unable to leave, and finally, today you were coming back.

He anticipated your arrival all day, he made sure the apartment was cleaned perfectly, he restoked the pantry with all of your favorite snacks, he even made sure there were fresh new sheets in your bed.

He picked you up from the airport, he nearly collapsed from the smell of your perfume when you hugged him. His faced nested in your neck.

The ride home you could tell something was off, it was the slightest behavior, he was sensitive to your touch and hesitant to touch you. You reach your arm out to the back of his neck, brushing your thumb back and forth gently, "What's wrong?" you ask. His grip tightens against the steering wheel. "Nothing baby, I'm okay." He answers, pressing his lips together looking at you.

You let it go for the rest of the ride, but the second you got home you dropped your things down and asked him again. His hands lightly against your waist, you walk closer to him as he backs up, "I'm okay pretty, I promise." He backs into the couch, crashing onto it, you straddle his hips, he groans at the feeling of you against him again.

"Babe," you chuckle, "Tell me what's going on." you ask again, your words soft with him like he's going to break.

"Nothing I just missed you" He replies, his cock hardening underneath you as he speaks. "Hmm, I see." You say in a teasing voice.

You begin to lift the white tee off him, your nails lightly grazing him as you do. You lay him back down, pressing wet kisses down his stomach, his breath shudders at the action.

You remove your shirt, revealing your chest fully to him. "Fuck I missed you so much." He admits. You chuckle at his words, "Me too baby, I missed this." You say, palming his clothed dick.

His whole body has a reaction to your actions, you remove the rest of both your clothing, you climb back on top of him and sink slowly on his dick, "Fuck baby" He says, his knuckles basically turning white from his grip on your waist.

You gain a steady pace, rocking back and forth on top of him. "You're so good to me." You praise, his neck rolls back at your words. He watches as your body swallows him fully, his hand reaches up and toys with your breast.

You go faster on him, whimpers and groans leave his mouth uncontrollably as you pick up the pace, "Keep your eyes on me Corbin." you instruct. He listens to you right away, "You're such a good boy for me." You praise, you watch as his eyes turn red and fill with tears, "You missed me that much, huh?" You tease as they begin falling.

"Cum with me baby." You say, leaning down to kiss against him.

You watch his face as his cock twitches inside of you, your walls clench against him as a coil builds in your stomach, his cock deep inside you ask his body locks up and cum shoots inside of you, your juices fall onto him, spilling out the sides.

"Thank you" he says breathless, looking up at you like you're the whole world. You laugh at his words, pressing a kiss on his lips before laying with him.

Waterboy after Robert sends him on missions that have less than a 6 percent success rate and he still clutches:

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