Sounds funny, but the 1999 game Donkey Kong 64 featured a crying fairy queen as a side character who honestly got me going when I was a teen. She just hovered in the center of the room, crying in an endless loop. It was a rather primitive sound and animation, but triggered me enough to get me aroused, particularly the way you could just make out her breasts and shoulders bouncing as she sobbed.

I'm generally glad to comfort anyone who needs comforting. The thought of anyone going without it is sad to me.

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NeedHerSobs wrote:

Amans lacrimae wrote:

Very sweet obs, seems this girl is used and very comfortable crying to you, this definitely wasn't the first time she cried in front of you, was it?

Actually it was. We'd only been internet friends before this and it just so happened that this was our first irl meet-up.

If its not too personal, did your online conversations include crying? or did she end up being so comfortable crying in front of you?

She has, in messages, "cried" to me before during difficult times, and I've said things like "I wish I was there to comfort you" to which she replied "I wish you were too." She told me that I'm very good at making her feel safe irl.

There's quite a lot of context I could add to this one to explain the full situation, but to be honest, it might be better just to give the briefest backstory and get right to the sweet parts of the story. So long story short, a female friend of mine is suffering from a really severe case of when-it-rains-it-pours and things are looking quite bad for her. Circumstances happened to be that I would be in her vicinity for a couple of days, so I wound up spending two days with her to try and give her some moral and logistical support. 

Needless to say, she was in a fragile emotional state throughout the whole duration, and probably half the visit was spent with her crying on me. Each time it would begin the same way, with her engaged in some sort of sensitive or difficult conversation, and her voice would gradually begin to choke up with periodic sniffles and her eyes glazing over with a film of tears that weren't yet ready to flow.

Eventually something would cause things to spill over and her face would clench up into an expression of anguish, with her lips peeled back in the way that several people on here seem to adore. This would lead to her falling into my arms, or beckoning me over for me to hold her, sometimes sitting on a couch, sometimes standing in a kitchen and hugging, sometimes lying on a bed and wrapping around each other. The sound of her sobbing was soft and low-pitched, full of bitterness and hurt, followed by a silent pause, and then a sharp hiccup every time she took a breath though her tight throat. 

At one point she awoke in the early hours of morning from night terrors, hyperventilating which would turn into more sobbing, as I sat next to her on the bed, wrapping a blanket around us and, nuzzling my forehead against hers, trying to reassure her that she was safe. It took the better part of two hours to calm her down from that.

At another point, she fell against me, opened armed, as we sat on the bed talking, and pulled me down with her, where

Alright, let's try and get everyone in if we can. More people would finally get it chugging along.

I'll dm some links to everyone when I finish my errands tonight.