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ʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ʷʰᵒʳᵉ ᵐʸˢᵉˡᶠ ᵒᵘᵗ

[glittrcrush]

hello :)))

my name is maia, i’m 22, and this is my side blog for interacting with chara anons!!! i decided to move these interactions away from my main blog so i can whore out and be awkward in peace <3

i will take any and all chara anons hehe repeats are welcome :)))

you must be 18 to interact with me ok!!!

about me | kinks and such ~

current chara anons |

reiner, number 7 on the varsity blue hockey team

connie, the plant thief

[glittrcrush]

we're not there in the relationship? ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meoooow

i'm coming over. I got the goats autograph for you already 😫

- con

wow that bark was really convincing! we should get my good boy a collar to really complete the picture huh 🥺

bring me that shit!!! it’s going straight onto the fridge

[glittrcrush]

eh? 🤨

If you dress up in the goat costume like I keep asking...........aren't you into hybrids, baby? lemme fuck ur little goatussy

- con

GOATUSSY-

actually don’t even bother coming over anymore we’re never fucking again! take your pet play and leave sir 😭

[glittrcrush]

hold on I'll send you a pic.

[IMAGE ATTACHED: connie smiling huge next to the goat and giving a thumbs up]

be honest who looks better?? me or the goat? chose your words wisely cause i'm buying food after this

- con

connie i don’t mean to offend you or anything but…that is a gorgeous goat! i mean look at that smile

you both look good in this pick, honestly what a duo! you should just dump me and buy dinner for this goat instead 😪

[glittrcrush]

He's jealous? 🥺 TOO BAD, MY GIRL NOW, BITCH 🔪

holy shit there's a whole goat at costco here

- con

MF A GOAT???

please tell me he’s in the dairy section and they’re selling fresh goat cheese

[glittrcrush]

I'm coming to boom boom clap. Playing queen. we will we will rock you 💥 💥👏🏼 💥💥👏🏼

I tried. what'd you think the catnip was for? 😒 what's his problem?

- con

stop you know michael hates queen! you’re really trying to get him riled up!

you know what it really is, he can’t handle another man being in my life! he’s jealous

[glittrcrush]

the fuck would i have done to traumatize him?? that little bitch boy is asking for a boom boom clap!! he's lucky i love his mom or the shelter 😒

- con

do not boom boom clap him! he’s a baby! maybe if you showed him a lil love he’d have a change of heart and y’all could be besties

[glittrcrush]

hey, tell michael i'm coming over tonight so he doesn't try to beat the shit out of me

- con

what did you do to make him want to fight you so bad? how do i know he’s not just traumatized 🤔

[glittrcrush]

"you figured that out?" that his mind was dirty. connie knows it’s filthy, even. if he hadn’t gotten you up here, you’d still be the one on his mind. "thought about you from the second I saw you. knew I wanted you up here." his tongue pins between his teeth for a moment, before pressing further out and wetting his lips. the way that you roll your hips against his has connie’s mind spinning; blanket gathered in his fist, looking for purchase before he’s guiding his body against yours - letting his thigh run against your clothed cunt. connie’s smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, twitching into a grin until he’s disappeared against the crook of your neck. he inhales a shaky breath. his cock twitches in the confines of his pants; filled out, and throbbing - looking for relief. connie shivers when you speak so close to his ear.

a soft laugh escapes him with a warmth that spreads across his chest - heart swelling; first signs of affection that could blossom into something more. will blossom into something more if you stay with him. his lips press against the crook of your neck to leave sloppy kisses as he trails down. "you’re way sexier than my hand," he promises, his smile lingering, and carried through his words. when the silver haired man lifts his head again, it’s because he’s grinning and sitting up to tug his shirt from his toned body. he’s littered with stupid tattoos across his collar bones, and down his chest. they stop short of his abs, but start again near his hips. drunken memories (never mistakes). but somehow he still looks good. lids hooded as his eyes rake over your frame. he eyes your shirt before his hands land on your pants. "sorry," he starts with a quick grin, "been thinking about eating you out since I saw you in that party. that alright with you, pretty girl?"

- connie

i must have looked slightly deranged- looking up at connie with wide eyes and a slightly furrowed brow. i guess i was just somewhat shocked. shocked that someone would want to be so intimate with me after having just met. despite the obvious sign that this is where the night was headed. maybe it was just my insecurities getting the best of me, as they often tend to do. or maybe i was just overwhelmed by how hot he was- but any doubt i had, every worry crowding my mind telling me i wasn’t supposed to be there, was quickly washed away by his sloppy kisses and affirmation that i was indeed sexier than his hand. i couldn’t help bit smile back at him, softly laughing at his sly comeback.

my smile only grew at the sight of his collection of silly tattoos. he may have looked like he let a bunch of children scribble on him, but he pulled it off so well. “hey you didn’t tell me you were tatted up like this- these are sick. maybe someday you can tell me the story behind each of these.” my hand dragged across his collarbone, acrylic nails tracing the outline of some of his pieces. i followed the trail of ink that led down his chest. and although the tattoos stopped i continued to run my hand down his torso, across his abs, a small gesture at appreciating his well toned body. i shivered underneath him, a warmth rushing to my cheeks because i was genuinely flustered at the sight of him. my hand trailed down to his hips, lightly brushing the surface of his bulge before skipping back up to a specific tattoo on his lower hip. the words brought a wheeze out of me, i was barely able to recite them through the large exhale of air that escaped my lungs. “‘eat ass, die young’ damn you really are a freak huh?”

my laugh was cut short by his hand landing firmly on my pants. “hey don’t be sorry- that’s more than alright with me. you can do whatever you want to me. whatever your heart desires, or whatever that filthy mind of yours can think of.” looking up at him with dreamy half lidded eyes and a smirk my hand met his on the button of my jeans- “you want some help taking these off? they’re a lil’ tight”

[glittrcrush]

thats cold. i could be good for you, baby

- floch

AHT- do not call me baby! i am NOT your baby!

…you could be my bitch though i guess

[glittrcrush]

u not fuckin wit me??

- floch and not me in disguise

nah we ain’t rockin </3

sorry if that breaks ur heart or somethin ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[glittrcrush]

*His eyes widen at your pet name options but he does take a mental note for later. Sue him, but Reiner is thinking about the situations where he would be calling you his dirty little slut and involuntarily a low groan gets caught in his throat. Quickly coughing to cover it up he glances at you to see if you noticed* “I- I’m sorry haha but i’ll keep that in mind, angel. Perfect, they got great milkshakes if you’re interested”

*He loves the music you’re playing and soon enough he’s pulling into the parking lot. He speeds out of the car to open your door for you* “you look great, Maia.” *he says as you stop out, offering his arm for you if you want to take it as he leads you to the front door* “you like sitting in a booth or?”

- Reiner, Number 7 on the Varsity Blue Hockey Team

(mod: DON'T WORRY SHORTY, IT'S ALL GOOD)

i couldn’t hide my reaction to his suppressed groan a slight smirk raising the corner of my mouth when i spoke, “oh i bet you’d like that huh- if i was a dirty little slut for you.” i let my fingertip lightly touch the fabric of his pants, drifting softly up his thigh. “don’t be sorry- it’s ok, i think i’d like that too.”

i’m not completely sure where this sudden wave of confidence came from, but it felt nice- the way it spread a gentle warmth throughout my body. the feeling only intensified when he complimented me. i had butterflies fluttering around in my stomach when reiner spoke to me, the sensation was so overwhelming it made me slightly dizzy. if i hadn’t wrapped my arm around his i may have fallen over.

it took everything in me to hold back my comments about how strong he was, how good it felt to be locked onto his arm- trading them in for a soft squeeze of his bicep. “how’d you know i was a booth bitch? damn… that obvious?”

[glittrcrush]

"now, why did you have to call out my lack of couch?" but he loves it. he loves that you're willing to tease him so quickly, even if you'd only met less than an hour before. a few hours ago, he was debating even going to the party - now, he would've been kicking himself if he'd never gone. realistically, he knows he would've never found out that you existed and wouldn't have a reason to hate himself if you ended up with someone new. but he'd kick himself over the what-if anyways. but he doesn't have room to think of the what-if when his grin was so big, and he was looking at you. "yeah?" you were the package deal: accepting, funny, beautiful, and kind. everything that connie valued.

when you broke away from his hold, he watched as you bounced on the edge of the mattress and cringed at the creaks only because he knew they were dead giveaways from what the bed was made out of. but you were complimenting them, and laying back. nobody said he didn't think with his cock like other men did; the moment you were laid back on his bed, on top of his messy blankets, he was eyeing you. "I could think of a few things that can happen on a bed." wasn't it the reason he invited you up? because as much as he wanted to know everything about you, he wanted to learn your body too. connie kneeled on the edge of the bed, then planted his hand onto the mattress next to you - holding him up as he towered over you. he let his knee fall between your open thighs, familiar but out of practice with the way he slid it comfortably up against your clothed pussy.

then, he smiled down at you. "you want me to show you some of the things i can do on this bed? it hasn't been christened - I mean, aside from my hand." he thanks every deity that he at least did laundry today, and you weren't going to stumble across any crusty socks. at least, he hoped you weren't. he let the thought escape him when he leaned down, fitting his mouth between the juncture of your neck and jaw - nipping softly as he settled his body against yours.

- connie

just as i was about to make some witty comment about all the things that can happen in a bed- i found myself unable to speak… the sudden pressure of his knee between my legs sent a shiver up my spine that gently shook my entire body. i’m easy to fluster, and connie must have known that from the way i held my breath each time we kissed. or the heat that warmed his hands when he cupped my cheeks. he was confident, funny, sexy- so it was no wonder why i unraveled so easily underneath him, even with the layers of fabric that separated our bodies.

my lips pressed against each other in an attempt at suppressing the moan that was building up in my throat. it came out as more of a slight hum, soft and sweet, as my body relaxed into the messy blankets of his bed. “mmmmmhm- i want you to show me whatever it is your thinking about- i know you’ve got a dirty mind…” my thighs tightened around him, and my hips rolled upwards slowly, hoping to catch even the tiniest bit of friction, anything to satisfy my desire to feel more of him. my eyes fluttered shut for a moment, and i imagined he must be smiling down at me. smiling down at the effect he had on me, the way he made me melt with his touch. i opened my eyes to see that smile still plastered on his face, and i couldn’t help but blush in response. i gazed up at him, my deep brown eyes admiring his features before they disappeared from my view when his head dipped into the crook of my neck. i sighed against his ear, chuckling slightly before breathily pushing out the words “connie- i want you to fuck me. i promise you’ll feel so good when you’re inside of me… no offense but… i’m definitely way better than your hand.”

[glittrcrush]

*where you might've been scared to follow with momentary courage in the kiss before retreating, connie isn't like that. his tongue follows yours when you pull back - taking your parted lips as invitation to slide into your mouth. he inhale a little sharply, cupping your face and steadying before he lets his tongue slip back into his own mouth and he pulls back a little* y'know what? *he's a little out of breath, so he lets out a soft chuckle at it* i don't think my lips are chapped no more.

- con

*the initial shock of feeling his tongue in my mouth was almost immediately replaced with a feeling of relief. to know connie wanted me the same way i wanted him was satisfying in and of itself, and the warmth of our shared breath was just as intoxicating. leaving me a bit dizzy when he pulled his mouth away from mine, my grip on his arms still strong to keep me from stumbling* well i’m just glad i could help you out with that. you’d let me know if you needed help with anything else… right? *i bury my head in his chest, laughing softly into the fabric of his shirt because i can’t believe he puts up with my corny ass. i pick my head back up to dust a light kiss on his cheek*

[glittrcrush]

you've been known to spit on tips - what can I say, i knew you a freaky girl. no chapstick at all? shiiiiit, but you've got candy. give me some sugar - i am your neighbour [the double meaning really does lead to something sweet, and he almost regrets the way that he's been cracking jokes. but it's connie, and his regret dissipates quickly in exchange for his hand finding your waist, and pressing further into the kiss so that it's no longer some soft, frail thing that could break apart within seconds]

- con

*my hands reach up to grab his shoulders, idling down until they’re locked onto his arms, pulling him closer into me with the intent of keeping him there. i pushed myself deeper into his kisses, mimicking his actions. and when his lips parted slightly my tongue slipped gently into his mouth. it wasn’t anything forceful or abrasive, but focused and meaningful. it felt natural to me but i was quick to pull it out, in case that was something he didn’t like…*

[glittrcrush]

*he watches you slide into the passenger seat and internally winces at the way you treat his baby’s door but its fine. You look so pretty when you meet his eyes and without even knowing he starts biting the inside of his cheeks — not weirdly, it’s just a habit of his.*

*Maia. That’s a pretty name, he wonders how you spell it. Maia and Reiner? Reiner and Maia? Either way, you were cute and he’s hot so it’s perfect…if you want to potentially date him of course.* "Maia is a really pretty name, angel. I hope you don't mind me using both"

*His eyes shift down to see you scrolling through all your music and he smiles at your question.* “I do be rockin’ with tame impala, but you can play whatever you like to listen to, I’m cool wit anythin. I like discovering new music.”

*He waits for you to start playing a song before shifting gears,* “you cool with wimpy’s? Diners always have good breakfast for dinner food.”

- Reiner, Number 7 on the Varsity Blue Hockey Team

*i smile at his proposition* everything sounds good coming from him and that deep voice of his. “reiner- you can call me whatever you want. ‘maia’, ‘angel”, ‘dirty little slut’ they all sound perfect coming out of your mouth.” *giggle* “i’m just messing with you, but yeah wimpy’s sounds great to me! let’s get that breakfast food!”

i put a handful of my favorite songs on queue, from all different genres. artists like MGMT, frank ocean, and gorillaz play in the background as we make small talk on the way to the diner.

[glittrcrush]

for a fleeting moment, connie was the source of a sadness he unwillingly produced. the man is quick to pick up on the way that your expression changes, no matter how quick it was, and his brows came to a slight furrow. for a moment he searches your features, even when your arms wrap around his neck. and he should be grateful for this, right? that you'd realized that it wasn't rejection, but caution of your boundaries — but he can't shake the sick feeling that he made you feel bad, no matter how temporary. as second nature though, connie doesn't let his concern show. instead he smiles and teases back, "you don't think my goods are in working order? that's just a little insulting. i'd never scam you." he grins, leaning to close the space again. he can't tell the difference between the weightless feeling of his stomach filled with butterflies, and the one that the elevator creates. and he doesn't really care.

connie's lips are a little chapped. he's never taken the best care of himself; didn't have somebody in his life that really instructed him how to. everything he learned, it had been from watching some of his best friends, and listening to their parents. even then, his lips are a little chapped as they slot against yours. his hand cups your face properly, and his other grips gently at your waist. connie breathes a soft, content sigh against your mouth, then breaks the kiss to smile. he says nothing — for once, he had nothing to say.

the elevator door slides open suddenly, and his hand leaves your waist to grab your hand and drag you out with him. "i hope that was proof enough," he fumbles with one hand, trying to pull his key out. he barely just gets it unlocked and opened before he's getting you inside with a hearty laugh. its layout is the same as yours, but barren. where a couch should've been is just a pile of blankets tossed around with some pillows, and his tv set is on the ground. connie can't bring himself to be embarrassed though, because he's turning back to you and crowding your space again. his breath hot against your own lips. "sorry it's nothing fancy. the bedroom's what matters, right?" he's more confident with his kisses now that you'd given him permission once. connie always moves a little too fast though. where he'd been kissing you one second, he was pulling your hand and dragging you towards his bedroom the next. "i have drinks if you're interested, but i got lazy so i moved the fridge to my room. best fucking decision of my life."

he wasn't lying to you. the fridge was set up in the corner of his bedroom, humming softly. and connie's bed was the only thing really lifted off the ground in his apartment. connie was confident in the way he held your hips, smiling stupidly at you, "it's a little unconventional, but it works for me. if it doesn't work for you, here's your chance to back out." please don't back out, please don't back out, please. his heart was beating hard in his chest, but he barely showed it past his plastered smile.

- connie

between the gentle feeling of connie’s lips pressed to mine, his hand lingering on my waist, and the way he dragged me to his apartment- i was dizzy with excitement before we even made it through the front door. i was too focused on him to really care about the lack of furniture in his apartment, truthfully it didn’t matter to me. i’m used to not having much, and honestly the emptiness felt homely to me. and i was quick to let him know that. “oh come on i don’t care about fancy! i just want you… uh even if that means there’s no couch involved.”

he led me into his bedroom and i was in the middle of admiring the fridge in the corner, when he offered me a chance to leave. and i couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle. “you think a little “unconventional” is going to scare me away? connie i- i love it. i really do.” *i give him another quick kiss before releasing myself of his grip, to sit on the corner of his bed. i bounced on the edge of the mattress- eliciting a little creak from the crates underneath as they pushed against each other* “i love the fridge, and i love this bed. seems comfortable and sturdy enough to me. sturdy enough for sleeping, relaxing, and uhhhh….. and anything else you could think of… that happens…. on a bed-” *i lean back onto the mattress, keeping myself propped up on my elbows* “you got anything else in mind?”