#dacrylagnia

[empresskylo]

‧₊˚➛ 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 [j.h.]

━━━━━‧₊˚➛ you’re heading back to college and your boyfriend, jim hopper, is pretty upset about it. then he gets an idea that would make you have to stay.

pairing ‧₊˚➛ dark!jim hopper x afab!reader

tags ‧₊˚➛ 18+ content, smut || fingering, dub-con, dacrylagnia. reader described as ‘small’ and hair that can ‘sprawl out’ under them. baby-trapping. breeding kink. age gap.

w.c. ‧₊˚➛ 2.1k

a.n. ‧₊˚➛ pls read warnings before reading!

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Jim felt your small fingers interlock with his own as he walked you back to his truck. You spun around so you were facing him, your backside leaning against the driver's side door, your hands entangled with his. “So…” You said, heat rising to your cheeks.

“So…” he mimicked with a grin.

“I found out my start date,” You mumbled quietly, not wanting to start this conversation. But you knew you had to. Your eyes averted Hopper’s intense visage. You knew he wasn’t going to take this well. “For school, I mean.”

He looked at you, his eyes darkening. “When?” His voice was throaty as he spoke.

You gulped, your eyes finally looking up at his. “Three weeks,” you said softly like a timid child.

You felt Hopper’s hands fall from yours. He moved them onto the truck, one on each side of your shoulders. He growled, “And you’re just telling me this now?”

“I only just found out!” 

He squeezed his eyes shut and let his head hang limply. “Fuck,” he breathed. Hopper didn’t want you going back to college. He had tried to convince you to stay. He promised that he would support you. He’d give you everything you wanted. And yet, you told him no. It made Hopper furious, why did you seem to care about school more than him? He had been avoiding the day you told him you’d be going back because that meant leaving him. Five months you’d be gone… And he wouldn’t be able to see you. Your school was across the damn country. Then you’d come home for winter break, and for what? You’d just be going back in a month to do it all over again. 

“We still have time together…” 

“Not enough.” His voice had grown gravelly, it sent a chill running up your spine. He tilted his head, his nose almost brushing against yours as he leaned down towards you. He hated how you made him love you. “There will never be enough time.”

“I know,” you said feeling small. “I’m sorry.” You felt a tear escape your eyes and trickle down the side of your warming cheeks.

Hopper took in a deep breath and used his thumb to gently wipe away the salty droplets under your eyes. His thumb lingered, brushing soothingly against your cheek. Your head instinctively leaned into his touch. 

He slowly brought his face to yours, your lips hovering over one another. You felt yourself stifle a cry, you felt horrible knowing you were the one making Jim upset. He placed a delicate kiss against your parted lips, devouring any sadness that was leaking out of you. 

His hand slid to the back of your head, pulling you into him so your bodies clashed against one another. Your hands gripped the bottom hem of his shirt as he kissed you. 

He pulled away, his hand still nestled in your hair, his face mollified. “Let’s not talk about this anymore. I just want to take you home with me. Okay?” 

You nodded meekly and Hopper placed a kiss on the top of your head. 

You had seen the way Hopper’s hands gripped the steering wheel as you drove back to his place, making your heart sore. He was still thinking about it. Obsessing over the fact that you’d be leaving him. It made you recline into your seat, wanting to turn invisible. 

Jim was silent as you drove home and he was silent while you both walked in through his cabin door. You gingerly walked in behind him like you were avoiding setting off a bomb, set your things down, and slipped into his bedroom. 

You started to take your clothes off, only managing to shed your shirt, when you felt Hopper’s warm hands engulf your hips. You jumped at his touch at first but immediately relaxed into a feeling so familiar. Jim’s hands trailed their way to the waistband of your jeans. Your hands hesitantly went to meet Jim’s and you gently pushed your jeans down your legs. Hopper spun you around to face him, his arms pulling you in close. You looked up at him, tears welling in your eyes again. “Hopper, I’m so, so—“ He cut you off by kissing you. His movements were rough but still laced with love and warmth. You melted into his touch, letting him kiss away all the dread and fear building between the two of you. 

He pushed you back so you stumbled into the bed, the back of your knees coming in contact with the mattress. Jim’s lips left trails along your jaw and collarbone as he worked your bra off. You sighed, loving the way his kisses felt on your skin. 

Jim stood back and shimmied his own clothes off apart from his boxes and pushed you back against his bed so your hair sprawled out beside you. 

“I love you,” he muttered, his lips coming in contact with your nipple making you gasp. 

Your hands immediately rose to Jim’s hair, digging them in deeper as he suckled against you. One of his hands slid between your legs, gently stroking your clothed clit. 

You whined, you were already soaking wet. 

He pulled back to admire you, then used his fingers to hook around your underwear and tear them away from your skin. Your hands clawed at him, urging him to come closer. He obliged, his weight heavy on top of you while he kissed you again. Jim rolled his hips into you, his hard length pressing right against your clit as he did, making you breathe heavily. “I love you, too,” you whispered. 

He looked at you, your eyes still red and tears staining your cheeks. “You look so pretty when you cry,” he mumbled. You felt your chest flutter, your hands gripping his biceps. He reached down and pulled his boxers off before rubbing his thick finger between your folds. You felt like you didn’t deserve his loving touch at this moment, but you couldn’t hold back your moan, your lips parting as he teased you. 

Jim chuckled in the back of his throat as he watched you. He began to rub the bundle of nerves set between your thighs making you arch your back off the bed and into his chest. 

“You like that, baby girl?” 

Your eyes were still brisked with tears, so when you squinted in pleasure, they rolled down your face. “Mhm…” you hummed. 

One of Hopper’s fingers plunged into you without warning, curling once he was in all the way. You moaned, your cunt stinging slightly but mostly filled with ecstasy. He held still inside you. You went to buck up your hips, pathetically attempting to get Jim’s hand to move. He enjoyed watching you struggle. 

You choked when Jim decided to push another finger in, stretching you out. “Baby,” you cried.

“What’s that?” He cooed.

“I don’t deserve this.” Your eyes were closed as he fingered you, tears steadily falling down the side of your face.

He grinned and started to move his fingers in and out. You gripped his arms tightly as you tried not to moan. Jim was growing painfully hard and couldn’t stand to suffer any longer. “Do you trust me?” He asked as he pulled out of you, making you humph. You nodded your head impatiently and he dexterously flipped you around so you were on your hands and knees, your head colliding with the bed. His hands were placed against the low of your back, massaging the skin as he wiggled his boxers off. You turned to peer at him. His face was filled with darkness and yours was littered with sorrow. 

You usually used condoms since you didn’t like how the pill made you feel, but you trusted him with your whole being. Jim slid into you in one shocking thrust. You yelped burying your face into a mattress to muffle your sounds. 

Jim was swearing nonsense under his breath as he waited for you to adjust. Your eyes were closed tightly as you felt him begin to pull out and push back in. You gasped as he bottomed out.

It took a few more go’s before Jim started to pick up speed and force. He held your hips so tight in his hands that you wondered if they’d bruise.

Jim began thrusting, his hips hitting you so hard that you felt the back of your thighs burning as he collided with you. 

You moaned desperately loud, his cock hitting your cervix with each pump. Your face was further buried into the mattress and you felt yourself begin to get lightheaded. This is what you deserved. Jim was grunting with each thrust, loud ah’s and erh’s leaving his lips. His hands were pulling you in to meet his hips each time he bottomed out, your skin growing hot beneath his touch.

Just as fast as he had begun, Jim halted. He flipped you around again so you laid sprawled before him. 

He was nestled inside you again before a single beat passed. You groaned, clinging to his back as he settled himself inside of you. Jim began kissing your neck, his other hand clutching your head as he thrusted. “I love you so much, baby,” he mumbled into your hair.

Your lips parted but you were too cockdrunk to even speak. You just mewled beneath him in response. 

You could feel yourself growing close, your walls clenching around Jim’s cock. That pried a groan from Jim’s throat, his cock twitching inside you. Your legs and arms wrapped tightly around Jim’s body and he was pressed close against you, his hands tucked beside your face and intertwining with your hair. You never felt so close to him before. 

Safe. You felt safe. 

Your head buried into Jim’s shoulder, his moans coming out loudly with each thrust now. Your hips instinctively bucked against his, your clit rubbing against his body as you did. You mewled, your nails digging into Jim’s back like claws. 

You trembled beneath him, your body was painfully close to orgasm, but you prevented yourself from letting go. Jim mumbled breathlessly in your ear. “It’s okay, baby.” You felt tears trickle in your eyes. With Jim’s loving words, you unraveled under him. Your walls tightened around Jim and your legs began to shake. Your felt your eyes and mouth scrunch up as your orgasm took its time entering your body. 

At the height of your high, you felt something hot fill you, accompanied by Jim’s husky growls. Your eyes widened, Jim’s cock expelled his seed into you, the hot liquid already filling you up so much that it had to escape around Jim’s length. You felt the tears rush down your face. You couldn’t speak. 

Jim continued to moan, his come seemed to be neverending as more shot inside you with each of his lazy pumps. Your arms slackened, your cunt still twitching around Jim, dragging out his own high. You threw your head back involuntarily, groaning. God, he felt so good filling you up. 

Jim began to slow his pace and he could feel your body still beneath him. He pulled his head from your neck and looked at your tear-covered face. Your chest began to rise up and down faster, sobs escaping your lips. 

He rolled over quickly, concern in his eyes. He pulled you into him so you were snuggled against him, his cock still inside you–he wanted to make sure his seed took hold of you. 

His hand began stroking your head as you sobbed. “Shh, it’s okay, baby. I got you. Everything’s gonna be okay.”

His name struggled to get past your cries, “Jim–”

He tucked you into him closer. “I love you so much. Everything is going to be fine. You trust me, don’t you?”

You were ugly crying into his chest, too stunned to properly speak. You just nodded against him. He smiled in return and continued to rub your back. 

You did trust him. 

Your arms wrapped around him tightly as he held you. You cried for a good while longer, Jim holding you close to him. 

Once you stopped, he cleaned you up and helped you into one of his t-shirts. Your eyes were red and puffy as you sniffled on his bed. Jim crawled into bed to meet you, pulling you into his front side, his arm draping around you, and his warmth radiating into you like a furnace. He mumbled sweet nothings into your ear as he held you, stroking your hair trying to comfort you. 

“I love you,” he said sleepily. 

You paused, feeling his hands pressed against your stomach. A small cry tickled your throat as you spoke. “I love you, too.”

#‧₊˚➛ #jim hopper #jim hopper smut #hopper #hopper smut #jim hopper oneshot #jim hopper fanfic #stranger things #stranger things smut #smut #hopper st4 #chief jim hopper #chief hopper #jim hopper x reader #insert fic #hopper x reader #stranger things hopper

[griefabyss69]

Eternal Rains Will Come - Paraphillia 05 - Dacryphilia

Steddie - Rated: M - 3.1K

[ AO3 ]

Happy belated birthday to @steddieas-shegoes!!! I hope you enjoy it <3 <3 <3

Summary

Dacryphilia (also known as dacrylagnia) is a form of paraphilia in which one is aroused by tears or sobbing. --

Eddie helps Steve out in the kitchen and Steve's impulse control fails him. Excerpt

"Alright, stop it with the stink eye," Eddie says, and starts to cut the tomato properly. "I'll be on my best behavior."

"Uh-huh," Steve says, flat and dry only to continue the little game they have going on. The one where Steve has to pretend Eddie annoys the shit out of him so he doesn't stick his hands up his shirt. "You're real good at behaving."

Eddie's grin is all dimples as he works, efficiently enough that it's satisfying to watch, even if everything's kind of uneven.

It's getting turned into sauce anyway, so it doesn't matter. Besides, they only have each other to impress.

They prepare the tomatoes, then a green pepper, some garlic and basil to simmer on the side, and…

An onion.

Steve fucking hates chopping onions, so when that's the only thing left, he pretends like he's so busy, sticking his head in the fridge and rearranging shit as if he's actually doing something useful. Eddie's sigh is weary, but he starts to peel it anyway.

"I dunno how the pros do it man," Eddie says, already wincing before he's even got the knife in it. "Maybe their eyes just become immune to this shit?"

Steve gives him a little shrug as he starts heating up oil in the sauce pan. There's a couple smashed cloves of garlic and an open can of tomato paste waiting to kick everything off.

"Maybe they've got industry secrets, or maybe they just need to cry a lot. Robin knows someone who works in a kitchen and from what she hears it's like, hell in there."

Eddie laughs, one side of his mouth all halfhearted about it as he chops the onion in half.

"Yeah, Vecna wouldn't stand a chance as a line cook," he says, continuing to chop.

#griefabyss69 writing #paraphillia series #steddie fanficiton #steddie fanfic

[todosmeiape1an]

Damian developed dacrylagnia, sí.

#damianya #damian x anya #spy x family #aged up #spy x family fanart #anya x damian #damian desmond #anya forger #ship art #dacryphilia #sxf #sxf fanart

[playing-with-dax]

What do Dax and Verik think of dacryphilia?

I'm gonna break my own rule about answering asks in the order I receive them lol. I'm working on drawing a response to the ask I got before this one, but writing a response takes less time and this way y'all can have some content in the meantime 😊

For those unfamiliar with the word dacryphilia:

def: Dacryphilia (also known as dacrylagnia) is a form of paraphilia in which one is aroused by tears or sobbing. The term comes from the Greek words dacry- meaning "tears", and philia meaning "love"

Dax:

He wouldn't enjoy being brought to tears by pain or degradation, BUT if you make him so desperate for release that a few tears roll down his cheeks while he begs for it? Absolutely here for it. He would need a little extra effort put into his aftercare though.

If he made you cry it would be an accident and he would feel so so bad even if he knew you were into it. There isn't a mean bone in the poor boys body, even just for roleplay 

Verik:

I don't think he would like being made to cry at all, but if you asked to be brought to tears he would be more than willing. He would ask you loads of questions about what exactly you liked, what would be too much, setting boundaries/safe words/etc. A lot of effort would go into "studying" for it so he knew he was doing a good job for you lol. And even though he's big and scary, you would get the best aftercare with lots of snuggling and generally doting on you

#if you sent me an ask about eating ass im working on it i promise 🍑 #dacryphilia #demon x reader #monster x reader #demon boyfriend #monster boyfriend #demon fucker #monster fucker #asks #dax #verik

[pleasuremehere]

Dacryphilia is a fetish in which a person becomes sexually aroused by another person's crying or tears. The term generally refers to those who are turned on by the crying of others, but can sometimes refer to the pleasure someone experiences from their own crying, both as a physical release and an emotional catharsis. A very small survey conducted in 2014 found that those who experienced dacryphilia did so out of compassion for the person crying, or in response to a dominant/submissive dynamic as a form of sadism. Dacryphilia may also be voyeuristic in nature when the person enjoys watching another person in this vulnerable state.

The term comes from the Greek word for tears, "dakrya," while "philia" means love. Dacryphilia is also known as dacrylagnia.

In practice, dacryphilia may be incorporated with various types of BDSM play. A dominant partner may elicit tears from their submissive partner through heavy pain play, rough body play, verbal humiliation, or power play. Conversely, a submissive partner might cry during a BDSM scene as a display of service or deep emotion. Within a BDSM scene, tears and sobbing can be pleasurable to both submissives and dominants.

Although there isn't a lot of content online for those with dacryphilia, online forums devoted to this fetish tend to be less explicit and mostly focused on images, gifs and videos of people crying. FetLife also includes a group for dacryphiliacs.

#dacryphilia #aesthetically pleasing #healthy relationships #dating #aesthetic #ask blog #ask game #art #artists on tumblr #asks open #healthyfood

[anowamij]

WARNING

WARNING

All the content I have written on this tumblr is for entertainment purposes and I do not recommend you to read it if it is about a subject that you are uncomfortable with. I do my writings in general with physical and birth chart reading, there is no certainty. (Birth chart reading is a very detailed subject and may be a sign that everyone overlooks, if you noticed this in my readings, please feel free to comment and correct me)

Dacryphilia (also known as dacrylagnia) is a form of paraphilia in which one is aroused by tears or sobbing. The term comes from the Greek words dacry- meaning "tears", and philia meaning "love".  

This was a request by; @whatudowhennooneseesyou ty sm for request <3  

Pt.1  here

Ranking from most to least likely to have a Dacryphilia fetish  Pt.2;

Most

Yunho : Yunho can be emotional as a wife because yunho will only tell his true feelings around people he trusts. ( Moon in 8th house Gemini ) I think he is very emotional in sex ( 12th house Mars Scorpio ) when he feels bad emotionally, he will want you to express your real and sincere feelings to him in some way. In addition, it is obvious that it is a dense unit in every sense. Tears and tears of pleasure to lighten all your emotions in sex, your emotions are cleansed by Yunho’s kissing and giving you cute compliments. Even though he is very hard in sex, he is soft in words and feeling. For example, 'Okay darling, just focus on the feeling and don't think about anything else. don't be hard on yourself'. He can say 'baby give your hand' and  after kiss your hand. He shows the other side of him that is scorpio towards people he doesn't like. But if you are with him, he will never show you that side of you,(he is a pisces for youu) he loves you carefully. He avoids others and becomes very jealous of you and overprotective of you.

San Seonghwa: It's like San and Seonghwa just want to try everything a little more experimental and find out what they like and don't like in terms of confusion. And even if they like to give orders in bed, they won't say no to you giving orders to them and being dominant. They want to feel and try everything and add it among their loved ones.

One day, you suddenly follow the handcuffs, treat you harshly and scold you, the other day. They may want you to do the same thing for them. Because the moods of both are very changeable and they like to be guided by their emotions rather than their minds. (especially San feelings are very unstable.) But I think they like it very much when you are in it and there is variety rather than the same way every day. Because they do not like rutine they constantly seek change and confidence.

Yeosang : Yeosang seems to be very peaceful in bed. The sentence we can explain Yeosang most clearly; "The most beautiful word is the one that has not yet been spoken, and I haven't said it to you yet. '' would be. ( That’s so Yeosang ) 

He enjoys reading books or watching movies more than experiencing love. You can get his attention by talking about things he didn't know before. He loves mind games.He does not like displays of excessive emotionality. A woman who needs a lot of attention and someone who acts with the idea of ​​eternal love does not appeal to him. That's why I think Yeosang might not like the signs of being overly emotional and if he sees that you are doing it on purpose, he will immediately turned off, but if he understands that it is an involuntary and natural instinct, he will remain neutral towards this fetish.

Do not hesitate to share your fantasies, the person you can act most comfortably in this regard is the man with Eros in Gemini. Check out new places often, as he hates the monotony. Share with him the interests that will pique his curiosity.

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#natal chart #ateez writing #ateez #ateez yeosang #ateez smut #ateez seonghwa #ateez fanfic #ateez fluff #Ateez hongjoong #ateez san #ateez yunho #ateez scenarios

[angelmorningstar]

if you want to be my friend or talk to me my discord is 'dacrylagnia'

[throughthelensofthebabypanini]

“They met by pure chance.

Peter was working a very much illegally obtained job as a pizza delivery boy, and Tony had just escaped Obadiah's dreadfully boring client briefings. Peter makes his last delivery to a shitty nightclub- the same shitty nightclub Tony picked to avoid paparazzi.

Tony is not gay. He's really not. He's just drunk and painfully horny. He figured he'd give it a chance because this guy was very hot- and definitely on the young side but that's what bouncers were for, right? To check ID.

He didn't expect to fall in love. He didn't expect to be someone's dirty secret. He didn't expect to be the one begging for a relationship.”

Made my first ever moodboard for this starker fic I’ve been obsessed with for quite a while now which is Dacrylagnia by Extraho🤩

It’s very well done and a big departure from the common dynamic that I’ve seen starker portrayed in fics💖 here’s the link and as always, mind the tags!💕✨

#starker #peter parker #tony stark #marvel #mcu #spiderman #tony stark/peter parker #tom holland #tony stark x peter parker #robert downey jr #starker community #starker fanfic #starker fanfiction #starker fic #dacrylagnia #dacrylagnia by extraho #extraho #moodboard #starker moodboard #daddy peter parker #baby tony stark #pre iron man #starker ao3 #anthony edward stark #peter benjamin parker #throughthelensofthebabypanini #baby panini creates

[foli-vora]

also was thinking about some of Dave York’s kinks and I’m a firm believer that he is into dacryphilia

YES.

A google result for those who don’t know—dacryphilia (also known as dacrylagnia) is a form of paraphilia in which one is aroused by tears or sobbing.

God he’d love it. So many scenarios are popping into my head right now fuck. Like he always liked the typical tears when you choke on his dick, but like this is different.

You cry watching a movie one night and he’s just like fuck. Fucks you into the couch and licks the tears from your cheeks.

#it’s loving Dave hours #all day every day #I’m trying to get some groceries for my client and this is just not helping #staring at the aisle of toothpaste lost in a Dave fantasy

[ranzawayugo]

Dacrylagnia

[ivanpedrosa]

Dacrylagnia

[angelmorningstar]

dacrylagnia — Today at 8:12 AM

Someone said "I forget youre male sometimes" so i asked "what do you assume" and they said "Female amputee"

neh — Today at 8:23 AM

well

how would you type then...

dacrylagnia — Today at 8:23 AM

i like how thats your biggest problem with that...

[hales-comet]

"Dacryphilia (also known as dacrylagnia) is a form of paraphilia in which one is aroused by tears or sobbing.[1][2]It carries the theme where a person (often a Top in a BDSM relationship) induces another (the bottom) to cry, or otherwise show a strong emotion." (Wikipedia)

#fuck yes man #dacryphilia #dacrylagnia