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liquidstar · 1 year ago

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HI my close good friends have been SO very kind to me about the little oc writing practice excerpt i posted, and its genuinely helped me to be less self-conscious abt it (but i am still posting in the dead of night lol) but!!! because of this i wanna post one more today. again, very much not the final product (who knows when that'll be!) but, well, here's what i got i guess!

the needed context for this excerpt is that it happens after a mission which ended with saiph in the infirmary with a broken arm, after al told him not to be rash!!! but the more IMPORTANT context is that it mirrors a scene just before the mission, where saiph refuses al's help with a t shot, laughing off the question and saying he's not scared of the needle like when he was younger. he's been doing this for so long now after all... (also because im not using fantasy explanations for trans stuff here, he does have to have a shot lol)

anyway,

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The night following a mission's end always proved to be the most exhausting. The adrenaline rush dissipates, leaving only the harsh reality of injury and blood loss. The enervation is an unrelenting burden weighing on the body, and every movement becomes onerous. This is nothing to speak of the emotional fatigue.

Preparing for bed in their shared inn room, neither Saiph nor Al could say a word. A thick, oppressive atmosphere lingered. The dim lamp cast a solemn and hazy glow, adding to the sense of lethargy that seemed to suffocate the air. The cathartic release they had experienced at the infirmary has left a miasma of unresolved tension.

Even in the midst of fatigue and injury, Saiph was determined to do things alone. He managed to change and brush his teeth with his non-dominant arm, completing his nightly routine on his own, without much hassle. Except…

Saiph looked at Al, laying by the lamp with a book, his face partially hidden in the shadows. For a brief moment, the book seemed like a barrier- breaking it felt like a taboo.

Hesitantly, Saiph manages to speak, “Hey,” Al glances up almost immediately, and he continues, “Could you, like…” His words faltered as he gestured towards his bag, finding it hard to look at Al’s face, “I mean, it's just that, y’know, it's hard to do a shot one-handed. So…”

“Huh?” Al furrowed his brow in confusion, before processing these fumbled words. “Oh,” he puts his book down the second he grasps this as a request for help. Saiph hands Al a little pouch, and Al removes a needle and vial.

“You gotta-”

“I know, I've seen you do it.” Al smiles, “Go sit down.”

Saiph nods and takes a seat on his bed.

Al prepares the shot and kneels down, positioning himself between Saiph's legs. He carefully places the very tip of the needle on Saiph’s skin, and Saiph tenses at the touch. The room suddenly felt warmer- too warm. It was difficult to breathe, not just from the physical strain, but also from the intensity of their proximity.

Al stops to focus on the needle for a moment. Before he can press it down, he looks up at Saiph and clarifies, “But still, tell me if I mess up or anything,” with sweaty palms, Al adjusts his grip slightly, adding, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You're fine,” Saiph replied with an uneven voice, unable to vocalize any further sentiment. Avoiding eye contact, he instead chooses to fixate on the ceiling, trying to gain a semblance of composure. He takes a single glance at Al, before immediately looking away again. He blushes at the sight, and he quietly reaffirms, “You're doing fine.”

With that confirmation, Al looks back down. He rests his arms on Saiph's legs and steadies his hands. The low light is making it difficult for him to focus his eyes, and there's a ringing in his ears that just won't settle. Still, he eventually builds enough nerve to stab the needle in, just the slightest bit.

He feels Saiph twitch. “It doesn't hurt?” he asks without looking away this time, keeping his eyes focused on the tiny little prick he just made.

“No, it's- it's fine,” Saiph is no longer capable of averting his gaze either. He maintains a fixed stare below, studying the image of Al between his thighs. Truthfully, Saiph can't even feel the needle; he's significantly more preoccupied with Al's steady breathing, or the slightest parting of his lips in concentration, or the faint flush on his cheeks. He needs to shake these ideas from his head right now.

At Saiph's confirmation, Al pushes the needle deeper, exhaling as he does so. He feels Saiph slightly, incredibly slightly, jolt at the sensation. It must feel different when someone else does it, Al supposed.

With a final push of the syringe, the injection was finished. Al pulled the needle out and set it aside. He, however, stays in place. In fact, neither party makes any effort to pull away. Not even by an inch. The only sound in the room was the quiet hum of electricity, the only movement was in the branches out the window. Was it fatigue that kept them locked in this intimate position? Or something else? That would be too troublesome to contemplate further.

After a long, still moment, Al breaks the silence, “I don't mind helping like this,” His voice was painfully weak, painfully himself, “Ask me for more. I want to help you more,” He declared with more ambition.

“Maybe…”

“Please,” Al lifts his arms and wraps them around Saiph’s waist, still on his knees, clinging desperately, as if Saiph would fall away if he let go. “If there's ever anything… Anything…”

Saiph's free hand warily moved to Al's head, running his fingers through his hair, mixing the black and white strands. “I know,” He said with a faint smile.

Al looked up at him, their eyes meeting for the first time since they entered this dingy room. Al’s eyes were baggy, exhausted, on the verge of tears. Above all, they were begging. For some reason, even in this vulnerable state, Saiph could only think of them- of him, as beautiful. Saiph pushes the thought back and moves his hand to cup Al’s cheek. He tries to give him a reassuring look.

Al closed his eyes at this gesture, leaning into the comfort for only a second. He apologetically stands up, finally breaking away from their entanglement, and returns to his own bed. He doesn’t bother to pick his book back up, making the covers his new barrier.

Saiph remained on his bed, unsure if his reassurance had been received. All he could think to say was a soft, tentative, "Good night."

No, that was a lie. He could think of one other thing, but he didn't say it. It's the fatigue speaking, surely, so he shouldn't say it. It would be inconsiderate of Al too, so he wouldn't say it. Even if it were the truth, he couldn't think it.

Bisected onto separate beds, the room returned to its miasma of unresolved tension.

#finn's ocs #last time i posted abt hungry. this time im posting abt TIRED.#whats next? thirsty? probably not no. join me next time when mira gets kinda parched (not)#but this was kinda my practice for writing any sort of romantic scenes bc even w creative writing i havent really done that before?#so i hope its fine lol #anyway no yeah these dudes are abysmal at talking about their feelings but even worse at just being normal #like your friend asks you for a favor and youre already on your knees #but thered be no scene if they were normal LOL #theyre also so fucking tired and kind of not thinking straight. no straight thoughts in general actually #also i really didnt bother going into detail abt how to prepare the shot and stuff mostly because like. it would just slow down the scene #this is NOT an informative guide youre NOT supposed to be this intimate about it. unless you want to i guess

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jackleopard · 2 years ago

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I went to a school to test some kids today for my thesis and the teacher who received me and talked to me while we waited for the headmaster was the nicest person 💕💕💕

#he was like ‘ah what are you doing for your thesis’ and we started talking and he has a philosophy degree and we like debated about #psychology and philosophy and education and stuff #and he was so interesting and also sooo nice he kept like saying ‘wow I’m really enjoying your ideas and your perspective’#and then he was also super nice when I needed a place to test the kids in and he like helped me move chairs and tables and get the kids from #their classes #then I had to stay there over lunch time and he was like adamant that I must eat and that the school could give me food and I didn’t have to #go out and buy anything but I had to tell him no bc my stomach is sooo sensitive I couldn’t eat (and also I’m a picky eater aksjjdd)#and he was like so worried that I would faint that i would be hungry or thirsty etc #and then when I finished he insisted on walking me out of the school and to a main avenue — because the school is in this kind of ‘unsafe/#dangerous’ area and I was like ‘thank you but you don’t have to’ bc he had helped so much #but he wouldn’t hear of it so he did walk me and I was so grateful bc a) I have THE worst sense of direction so I was going to get lost #and b) it was a really long way to the main avenue and I was glad for the company to distract myself of how tired and hungry I actually was #and lastly he told me that he really wanted to come to my thesis presentation whenever I did it because he was really impressed by how well #i articulated myself and how interesting my subject was which was so 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺#idk it was really like such a heartwarming thing he was just SO incredibly nice and made a day that could’ve been sooo tiring a lot better #uni #personal

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jonny-b-meowborn · 2 years ago

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i just cried after doing the dishes because of my paws being in pain and because I feel like I'm being a terrible host because I'm kinda tired of my guests. I love spending time with them, but having to go to work, do my house chores, keep them entertained and fed, is just too much. And I feel like being overwhelmed makes me a horrible host. I didnt tell them anything, I'm trying to seem like I'm not that tired, but just because in my head I'm getting tired of all that, I'm bad. And yes I know that my thoughts don't make me bad, but that doesn't matter because while I know that I still feel like absolute piece of garbage. Because like, how could I even think of that. I'm supposed to be happy about them being here, and I am happy, but I am also constantly in pain and have to do everything around the house and it's just too much

#i feel so guilty for that but sometimes i wish theyd leave early even though they just came here #not because i dont want them to be around #i just dont want to have to do absolutely everything for them #but i have to. theyre my guests #i wish they lived closer so we could meet without all that exhausting bullshit #just. go get a coffee or pizza together every now and then #but since they live across the country they cant visit often so every visit has to matter #and what makes me even more guilty is that im mostly tired of my sister's boyfriend #i like him. but im tired #my sister is my everything and i would kill and die for her. she can do whatever she wants #but also she does whatever she wants. if shes hungry or thirsty she knows she can just grab anything she wants from the fridge or whatever #because shes family. she lived with us most of her life. our home is still her home #but her boyfriend is someone new to this place. he lives differently from us simply because he wasnt a part of our family until recently #technically he can do whatever he wants but i know how awkward can it be to rummage in someone elses fridge #and he shouldnt have to clean the place. because hes a guest #so while my sister is just living here for now i have to do everything for him #and because im already making a meal for him why wouldnt i do it for my sister?#i do it anyway when only she is visiting because i love her #you know honestly im just a better host when there's only one guest. its not that overwhelming #okay also im hungry but i cant eat anything bc of various stupid reasons #mostly just. i dont feel comfortable eating around people i don't know thay much #but also i feel like i cant eat anything if i dont give them that thing too. but they already ate something this evening #there wasnt enough of that meal for three people so i just made them food. but now i fant get anything else for myself #without giving them that thing too but theyre not hungry anymore bc they already ate #and I'm just too fucking tired to make anything for everyone #i want to just make myself some toast or sandwich without having to do a million of them #im just generally tired and hungry and overwhelmed and in pain and i feel so guilty for being those things #ough #bee buzz

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fallenstarcat · 1 year ago

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sometimes i feel like people forget autism is a disability. and that’s not a bad thing! i’m all for disability acceptance, im proud of my disabilities. but i feel like we forget autism can hurt.

it hurts that i have to put more time and energy into socializing than others.

it hurts when i need to move so bad, usually cause im overwhelmed by either my surroundings or emotions, that i thrash and hurt myself.

it hurts that i cant be in places that are too loud or too bright, which on bad days can be as simple as a small, quiet noise or dim lights.

it hurts that i struggle to tell when im hungry, thirsty, tired, etc. so i can’t properly take care of myself. it doesn’t help my insomnia and i get very nauseas and get UTIs.

i 100% believe in autism acceptance. i don’t want a cure. but i also want us the acknowledge that it can hurt. it doesn’t mean my entire life will hurt, but some parts will. and i want a community where we can see both sides, see the hurt, and celebrate it anyway.

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howemuginative · 7 months ago

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If I have to stay awake one more night feeling like something is wrong with me only to find out that a drink I had that day had surprise caffeine in it one more time

I'm going to move to a new country where 90% of drinks aren't caffienated

#It was mountain dew #I thought it was safe because it was a fruity non-tea based drink that's not advertised as an energy drink #But I think to other people it's well known to be caffienated #But like #Why are my only options any more sports drinks and juice #and sometimes rootbeer #also lemonade but I'm finay tired of lemonade after years of it being my most common option #I'm just so thirsty and I love fun drinks #And so so hyper right now #It's like hyperfocus with nowhere to direct it and no physical energy to do anything

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scholarhect · 1 year ago

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i’ve been trying to “i want to die? no ✨ i want a change in my life ✨” girlboss myself for years but i still think “i need to kill myself ☹️” each and every time i’m in a sort of bad mood. not sure what this means or implies, if anything. might be nothing at all. might be a bit of language that means nothing

#post tag #was at the store like ‘no microwave chicken tikka masala? i want to DIE’ ok girl let’s relax #bad mood today idk. went shopping to shake it but then i felt weird about spending money…#and also i spent a couple hours out & i got thirsty……..#so now i guess i have to sit and drink water and fucking recover from my sephora trip #i did get a new belt for $10 though. win because i almost bought new pants but decided the pants i have are fine i’m just tired of wearing #the same belt every day #although i think i do still want new pants……. it’s not pressing anymore though. i can be content #but basically i need to get a job. that’s the problem #there’s another problem but i don’t have a plan to solve that one #i HAD a plan but i started feeling less good about the plan so now that’s part of the problem and i don’t really have a good plan anymore #anyway.#the other night when we were out i said smth vaguely innocuous but self reflective i guess & my friends were like ‘are you in therapy…’#and the verdict there is if i don’t use my free therapy sessions by the time i graduate then i’m ripping myself off. so i guess i should #but like. what would i say…………

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syxnewt · 1 year ago

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As it has been many times in my life, I am reminded of an oft repeated phrase: go to bed nigga

#I'm black (just in case I forgot to mention it ever)#Anyway I say this because I am so tired I literally cannot work #Also dehydrated #I think I feel like this when the Big Three are sapped #The Bug Three being water food and sleep #I'm tired hungry and oh so thirsty #i forget my water all the time but the one time I'm also a little hungry? (Sleepy is a constant state)#I am sitting in the bench in the employee bathroom waiting for my mom to pick me up #I feel like if I went to bed at like 9 none of this would be happening #Even though I went to bed at like 11 and slept until ~8 I think #I'm blaming it on sleep because my body is so tired and wants to be on the floor #Hopefully I'm not sick and it's just a depletion of stats #This must be what it's like to be a sim (very uncomfortable)

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whorelaud · 6 months ago

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꒦꒷ 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 hushed fantasies ¡

pairing brother's best friend¡nicholas chavez x fem¡reader

summary thinking you were messaging your friend, you accidentally sent your brother's best friend a thirsty paragraph about him, with Nicholas opening it before you get a chance to delete it. what you were not expecting was the leading conversation, causing realization to wash over you as he hints your desire is not one-sided after all.

contains suggestive, sexual tension, a bit of dirty talking, a brief kiss, flustered reader, cocky nic, hes also very freaky (uhh???)

a/n this is the silliest thing ive ever written i was giggling the whole time while writing it. likes and reblogs are v much appreciated!!!

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You: the amount of self control i have is insane because why do i not have this mans dick in my mouth rn please i need nic so fucking bad its not even funny anymore he is everything i want in life id let him use me any day morning afternoon n night im available ugh i dont even get the ick when its him he was acting like a dad earlier yelling at us to grill the meat right and it was so adorable ill call you daddy u want me to call u sir i dont kink shame im down for whatever king omg stop he got hurt earlier and he GROANED???? i almost fell to my knees YAHOOO he definitely whimpers #needthat 10/10 i just know its thick ooh tip pink shade #d97e77 thats insane till my knees are bruised and my throats scratched my panties fell tears are rolling down my thighs OMG PLS can you feel my pain hes so bodangshis how does my brother look at him and not wanna fuck him id be all over him if that was my friend gahhhd!!! hes actually so sweet he kept speaking to me earlier so i dont feel left out of the conversation and i find that adorable do u think he slaps it before he cums oh my his girlfriends so lucky im ab to put her in a headlock ahaha this is gross no man should have this much of an impact on u unless their dick is big and the sex is absolutely amazing yooo what he probably knows how to please a lady id be hard if i had a dick rn STOPP he has a happy trail im gonna lose it hahah lets find out where it leads i dont wanna think ab that im going crazy literally pulling my hair out that should be u baby GIVE ME A CHANCE?!!!! thinking ab him makes me so nervous this is getting a little too srs ahaha okay im sorry hows life?!? i miss u :(

Sending that message, you were anything but expecting the response you got in return, not from the man himself, that’s for sure.

nic: oh?

nic: i think you got the wrong person

You audibly gasp, realization washing over you as you read over the message. That was, in fact, not for Nicholas, nor was it for anyone but your friend to see.

You panic, putting your phone down to process what happened, needing a moment before responding. Right, you needed to do that.

But why did he see it so fast? He didn't even give you time to comprehend your message, the text switching to read in an instant.

Hell, it was midnight, and it’s been a long, tiring day for the both of you, having been out the whole afternoon, merely to come back to the hotel and spend more time with your other friends.

Everyone decided to end the night off early; early being a bit before midnight, with you heading to your room afterwards. Your brother and his best friend shared the room taking place next to yours, making it easy to reach out to him.

And for that, you were grateful since Nicholas was with him; meaning you got to see more of him throughout this trip.

You’ve had a crush on Nicholas for god knows how long, with it starting the moment your brother befriended him. You’ve technically gone through all the phases he experienced, hell, you saw him more than your own parents.

He was sweet, a little too sweet, perhaps it bothered you. Nicholas was very known among women, he knew how to attract a lady, showering her with praises until he eventually got what he wanted.

That made you extremely jealous, knowing you couldn't have him. He was forbidden, off-limits, someone you could only admire from afar.

And that stupid crush of yours led to this conversation, one you didn't want to discuss.

You: i didnt mean to send that to you

The text switched from delivered to read right away, causing your breath to catch in your throat.

nic: clearly

nic: i dont have a gf btw

Why did he feel the need to clarify that, and why were you relieved over hearing it?

You buried your face in your pillow, feeling heat reduce from your body. You’ve never been this embarrassed before, not around Nicholas. While you were weird sometimes, it was never this bad.

He wasn't supposed to know about this, nor discover it the way he did.

You: cover your eyes pls

You: this wasn't for u

nic: you sure?

nic: are there any other nics in your life?

Your stomach twisted at the message, hand coming up to cover your mouth as an audible gasp escaped your throat. How could he say that?

You felt all sorts of emotions wash over you, unable to process each one of them as you read the message over and over again.

You: what if there is

The question was risky, it could either end with him telling your brother, or him teasing you over it and brushing it off. Either way, you couldn't have him, so why not just fuck it and go with the flow?

nic: then that would be disappointing.

Your breath caught in your throat, vision going blurry as Nicholas’ bubble kept appearing and disappearing.

nic: id really hate that you feel this way about someone else

Oh my god, were you dreaming?

You could not believe your eyes. You turned off your phone, letting the dimness of the room seep through for a moment before you unlocked your device once again, heart skipping a beat when you realized it was real.

Nicholas, your brother’s best friend, might have been flirting with you, but that’s just in your head, right…?

You: ??? wdym

nic: you first

nic: was this about me, doll?

The pet name made you weak to your core, spiraling you over the edge as you put your phone down for a second. You took a deep breath, feeling your face heat up at how suggestive the boy sounded.

He sounded so desperate, you weren't sure if it was the tiredness, or him being genuine. Either way, you’re fucked, because you’re willing to do anything for him, even if it means breaking your heart.

You: what if it was

You: what will you do ab it

You felt nauseous as you waited for a response, groaning when the boy disappeared for a minute. Did you say something wrong? Why did he suddenly leave?

nic: then id risk it all

Speechless. Your mouth hung open, chest filling with lust as a breath heaved out of you.

You: are you saying this because you’re tired

nic: no

nic: god no

There was no ounce of self control in your body left. You almost screamed, overwhelmed by a new sense of emotions.

Is this how it felt? Because fucking hell.

You: it is

nic: it is what?

You: this is so embarrassing

You: why are you making me admit it you know exactly what im talking about

nic: baby

nic: jus tell me

You: no you suck im going to sleep

nic: WAIT no come here youre so cute

You blushed at the message, unable to suppress the smile forming on your lips. God, he’s such an idiot. And you were totally swooned for him.

You: i literally just sent you a message talking ab how much i wanna suck your dick what about that is cute

nic: oh? so you do admit it

You: …

You felt nervous, realizing how serious this has gotten. From a silly message turned into you contemplating whether this was a good idea. The last thing you were anticipating while typing that message was a confrontation, one from Nicholas; at that.

nic: you couldve told me yk

You: do you hear yourself

nic: ? what

You: nic you know this is wrong

You: youre gonna wake up tmr and forget all ab it

nic: you knkw

nic: yoirw so fucjinf hot

You came to a halt, noticing the amount of mistakes the boy was making. Your mind wandered somewhere else, feeling heat crawl past your neck, all the way to your face.

You: what are you saying

nic: fucking hell

nic: take the hint baby

You froze in your spot, tongue coming out to wet your lips, suddenly feeling heat travel to in between your legs. Don’t give in, don't give in, don’t give in.

You: what

nic: you couldve asked me if you were curious

nic: i wouldve happily showed you

That sent you over the edge. Your mind went fuzzy, unable to process the last few texts you received from Nicholas. He was being serious, dead serious, you were sure of that.

The texts you exchanged always revolved around your brother; usually Nicholas asking whether he was home or not. However, this one was different.

He was hinting something, something very risky that you were unable to resist.

You: dont say that

nic: what, you don't believe me?

You: nic

nic: give me five

You stared at the message on the screen, confused on what he meant. Your eyebrows furrowed with puzzlement, awaiting a message, merely to get nothing in return.

As you were about to shut your phone and go to sleep, it pinged, the notification startling you awake. You clicked on it immediately, mind going hazy as you read the message over and over again.

nic: open the door

nic: im outside your room

You didn’t hesitate as you got up, swiftly walking your way to the door. You unlocked it with haste, vision going blurry as you caught sight of Nicholas, who was standing inches away from you now.

He looked just as desperate as you were, maybe even more. And that was it, it was all you needed to pull him by the collar and cease the distance between you two.

The moment his lips collided with yours, you realized that maybe it’s worth ending up with a broken heart, because Nicholas tastes fucking addicting, and you found every way to make good use out of that obsession.

The possession of knowing he’s off limits, yet here he was, eagerly kissing you numb.

#nicholas chavez #nicholas alexander chavez #nicholas chavez x y/n #nicholas chavez x reader #nicholas chavez x you #charlie mayhew #grotesquerie #father charlie mayhew

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erensbrat · 3 days ago

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10 Forbidden Desires hosted by @merakidoll

contains: p in v, afab reader, mention of “ma(ma)”and some other stuff ><

“fuckk Connie,w-wait”

“throw that shit back on me ma”

Now..How did you get here?

You and your homegirls had pulled up to THE party of the summer.Bass boosted music, weed, cocktails and martinis? Yeahhh you had to turn this shit upp.You stepped in heading straight for the drinks, and in the corner of your eye you saw him. Connie Springer, your boyfriend who you weren’t talking to, leaned against the wall with a blunt in his mouth, surrounded by Jaeger and Kirsten. You decided to ignore him—act like you didn’t even see him and grab a drink.

After twerking with your friends, a couple shots of don julio and weed in your system, you went outside for some fresh air.Only for the one man you didn’t want to encounter, to also be there.His low, hazel eyes nested on you while you tried to pretend you didn’t feel his gaze.

Connie had been having a little bit of trouble with his friend down there. He had been watching you all night, shaking your ass with your friends in that skimpy black dress you wore, barely covering your ass.The weed didn’t help either, he just kept thinking about how the positions he was gonna fuck you in.But you kept avoiding him. The two of you weren’t on speaking terms because you were mad at him. He was just so fucking friendly.Flashing his stupid grillz at thirsty hoes when he know he got a girl back home.

“You still mad at me ma?” His asked, voice low with raspiness.

You contemplated ignoring him, but honestly, you were tired of ignoring him, so you decided to answer him.

“Yes Connie. Feel like shouting at you but I don’t wanna deal with your bullshit.”

“You can scream and shout at me later, ‘m tryna fuck you right now.”

caught off guard, you turned your head in disbelief.

“Connie be so fucking for real, you’re joking right?”

“You look good mama, not boutta lie to you.” he licked his lips before bitting his lip,looking you up and down.And you were not gonna lie either. Your man was FINE. He had on a gray beanie that matched his gray sweats n a black hoodie w a white shirt peeking through.Maybe the alcohol n weed was catching up to you because arousal started to pool in your panties and you started to get bold.

“Oh yeah? Maybe you should show me how good you think i look then, you can make it up to me while you’re at it.”

And thats how you ended up here.Head pushed into Connies mattress with tears running down your face.

“Connieee oh my godddd.”

Your pussy couldn’t help but clench around Connies length, making him breathe out a moan.

“Fuck mama,shes sucking me in so gooddd.”

He wrapped his hand around your throat, continuing to pound into you from the back.His voice made your pussy throb, the squelch sounding so pornographic while the headboard of the bed hit the wall with every thrust.

“Connieee slow down, ‘cant take anymore”

“‘m tryna show you how sorry I am ma, this shit yours n you ‘finna take it.”

His hips smacked against your ass,while his nails dug into your hips. You were sure you would be bruised in the morning.You looked back at him to see his teeth between his lips, letting out airy moans.He smiled at your fucked out face, make up ruined and hair messy before thrusting deeper.

“y’looked so good today ma, was h-hard all day n you were mad at me.”

You moaned back into the sheets throwing it back onto him when his tip hit your g spot.

“‘m sorry Conn”

He was fucking you so deep,eyes rolling back from the pleasure,you grew hot and started seeing white.

“shittt right thereee Conniee”

“right here mama?”

“yesssuhhhh”

His free hand pushed your back down, deepening your arch which made his dick hit that spot over and over again.

“This mine right?”

“yess connn, s’all yourss” you blabbed,overwhelmed by the immense pleasure.

“yeah? you not gon give my pussy away?”

A knot started to form in your stomach,cream spilling out of your cunt as a warning that your orgasm was approaching.

“noooooo- shit connie im closeee” you cried out.

“‘m gonna make you my wife yeah? m-marry you n fuckk, get us a nice home n give you my kids. ‘m all yours, i promise” he blabbed

“connieimgonnacumm” you whined

“Cream on your dick mama,f-fuuck ‘m cumming”

As if that was your trigger, your walls clamped on him,spasming as white spilled out of you, as you both came together.Your arch faltered lying flat on the bed collecting your breath. Connie moved from behind to next to you, back against the headboard.You looked up at him, to see those hazel eyes peering back at you.

“You forgive me mama?”

you sighed, using your elbows to prop you up.

“Yes Connie, I forgive you.”

#connie springer #connie x reader #connie x black reader #aot smut #connie aot #lust #forbidden desires

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be-xkyy · 1 month ago

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Hiii! Could you do another yan platonic son imagine pls

𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐 𝑌𝑎𝑛! 𝐿𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑆𝑜𝑛

Warning: platonic yandere, possessive, jealous, crying, a little cute?, mentions of childbirth, newborn baby, pregnancy symptoms, this is PLATONIC.

Tagging list: @kthehoeforfictionalmen ★ @dreamlessnight ★ @riawrld ★ @darkuni63 ★ @minshookie29 ★ @rosey1981 ★ @thejadevvitch ★ @jellystar-star ★

Divider credits: @cafekitsune ★ @bernardsbendystraws ★

Masterlist

Part 1

Yan! Little Son who's become the most clingy to you since he found out about your pregnancy and his new future "little brother" or "little sister."

Yan! Little Son who is always hugging you and kissing your cheeks and telling you how much he loves you soooo much and a bright smile appears on his little face when you tell him you love him back.

Yan! Little Son who always cries and hugs you worriedly when you feel dizzy or vomit because of pregnancy symptoms, his little hands grab your shirt and he looks at you with big tearful eyes.

"Are you going to die, Mommy?! Please don't die!"

"Oh... I'm not going to die my dear, it's just your little brother or little sister being a little fussy with Mommy."

"Why does he do that?! He makes you sick and cry! Tell him to stop!"

Yan! Little Son who tries to help you as much as he can as your belly gets bigger; he brings you juice when you're thirsty, takes the remote from his dad so you can watch TV, and brings you ice cream from the fridge to eat while you watch TV (he ends up eating more than you).

Yan! Little Son who rests his little head against your swollen belly, giving you kisses on your belly (he clarifies that they are for you and not for the baby) while you play with his hair, twirling the strands in your fingers.

Yan! Little Son who, at night when you and his father are asleep, takes the opportunity to talk to the baby; he rests his mouth on your belly, covered by your silk pajama, and speaks in a low murmur so as not to wake you.

"Listen kid, you don't like me and I don't like you, okay? But I promise to tolerate you a little if you stop making mommy sick and if you let her sleep, she's really tired, you know? Oh! Also, stop making her eat ice cream with pickles! It's disgusting"

Yan! Little Son who gets upset when your third trimester approaches and you start preparing your things and the baby's things to take to the hospital, he insists on wanting to go with you to the hospital and pouts when you tell him he can't go with you.

Yan! Little Son who gets excited when his paternal grandmother comes to live at the house (to take care of him when you have to go to the hospital) he eats cookies, watches her knit and enjoys the pampering and gifts she brings him.

Yan! Little Son who wakes up one night when you breathe heavily, inhaling and exhaling forcefully you let out a scream of pain that makes he shouts worriedly at his father, pulling his hair hard, respecting him with a jump.

Yan! Little Son who moves worriedly on the verge of tears when you let out whimpers of pain and his father comforts you before shouting to the grandmother who comes to the room and when she sees the situation she takes him away despite his screams and struggles.

"No! Let me go, Nana! I want to go to my mommy!!! She needs me! Moooommy!"

Yan! Little Son who remains upset and cannot sleep despite his grandmother trying to lull him to sleep, he sobs almost the entire night until he inevitably falls asleep from exhaustion, the next morning his grandmother wakes him up, bathes him and dresses him with a smile telling him that she is going to the hospital to meet his little brother.

Yan! Little Son who when he arrives at the hospital holding his grandmother's hand, impatiently leads her to the reception asking for you and when they give him the room number, he pulls his grandmother telling her to hurry.

Yan! Little Son who when he arrives to your room does not hesitate to take his grandmother's hand and push the door, quickly entering the room, you are lying in bed with his father sitting next to you while you hold a bundle in your arms, he approaches timidly when you call him.

Yan! Little Son who lets his father lift him up and sit him on his lap while you tell him to bend down to see his new little brother, he slowly obeys his eyes scanning the red baby who is vigorously breastfeeding at your breast.

"He's very ugly, he looks like a hairless rat. I don't like him."

"Oh! My dear, don't say that about your little brother!"

"You were just as ugly, or I think even uglier than him, when you were born, son. 👀"

"It wasn't! Mommy, tell Dad something!"

Yan! Little Son who starts arguing with his father until you calm them both down and ask him if he wants to hold his brother; he reluctantly agrees, and you take the baby away from your chest and place the tiny bundle in his tiny arms. He looks down at the baby, who smiles happily at him.

"Why are you smiling..? Uhm... maybe it's not so bad to have you around, but be good to mom or we'll give you to another family... okay?"

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