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[huchidori]

[glittrkink]

y’all wtf is up!!!

[missmeinyourbones]

“can we always be this close? Forever and ever” w connie please?😭

10. CAN WE ALWAYS BE THIS CLOSE, FOREVER AND EVER? (connie springer x reader)

for L’s lover event! based on these prompts

Exhaustion climbs throughout your body like a fleeting tickle. You feel it in the tips of your fingers, all the way down to your toes. Connie feels it, too. 

After a day of lounging in the sun, he lays spread out on your shared bed—his tanned skin contrasting against the cream white sheets. You’re not far from him in the slightest, as you tuck yourself into his side, one leg wrapped around his frame to keep him in place. He lays on his stomach, one hand underneath his pillow and the other firmly thrown across your body. 

The position allows you to admire his back—broad and toned as he relaxes into the comfort of the mattress. You watch it slightly rise and fall with his breathing as you caress the endless amount of freckles scattered across his skin. You wonder how many of them there are, if they ever do actually end. You think they're lucky, to get to live on the warmth of his skin for eternity. 

Silence and the wafting scent of sunscreen envelopes the two of you as the moment feels like a dream.  

“Hey,” he whispers like telling a secret, as if anyone would hear his words when it’s just the two of you, weaved into one another’s limbs and lips. 

“Mhm?” you continue to caress his back, continuing to count the sun-kissed marks that litter his shoulders and sides. They look like their own personal little constellations. Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three…

“Can we always be like this—this close?” he elaborates before you can even ask him to explain.

You don’t know if he’s referring to your physical or emotional status—if he means the way you’re practically crawling into one another’s skin and morphing into one body, or the way that you're comfortable enough with one another to be counting back freckles as if they’re sheep. You don’t think too far into it, as your answer is the same either way. 

“Yeah, I’d like that,” your reply is simple and sweet, fitting for the moment the two of you share. 

“Forever?” he childishly grins, finally opening his eyes. Pupils dilated and irises wide, filled to the brim with curiosity and innocence.

Thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two...

“Sure, Connie,” you humor him. 

“Forever and ever?”

“Connie—”

“Forever and ever and ever and ever and ev—”

His childish behavior of squirming in your hold and shrieking in your ear makes you lose count of the dots on his back. He’s too quick, too strong as he wraps himself around you even tighter, now practically on top of you as your chin rests on his shoulder. 

“Knock it off, idiot.”

The two of you stay in this position for a little while longer, your hands continue to scratch and rub his shoulders and upper back as he presses his nose further into your neck. You could fall asleep like this, comfortable with your lover’s weight firmly pressed on top of you—but the sun setting through the curtains is a humbling reminder that dinner doesn't cook itself. Someone has to be the adult here and feed the two of you. 

Connie feels you tap his shoulder a few times with the palm of your hand, before rustling around in his hold, an attempt to get him to free you from his grasp and stand up. His grip on you tightens, and is followed by a lengthy whine. 

“Stay.”

“Okay,” you sigh in faux defeat. Dinner can wait, you suppose, “Only for a few more minutes.”

After all, you do need to restart your freckle-count all over again. 

One, two, three, four...

“How about forever and ev—”

The force behind your abrupt push has him falling off of you as you finally stand. He’s laughing, very pleased with himself and the reaction he was able to pull from you. Walking towards the kitchen, the last thing you’re able to make out from his fit of chuckles and wheezes is a string of I’m sorry, baby’s and Couldn’t help myself’s. 

Yeah, someone has to be the adult here. 

[glittrkink]

EVERYONE SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY CONNIE!!!

[missmeinyourbones]

Hii! I want to request 'what do you say when tears are streaming down your face in front of everyone you know?' + Jean :) Thank you!

“WHAT DO YOU SAY WHEN TEARS ARE STREAMING DOWN YOUR FACE IN FRONT OF EVERYONE YOU KNOW?” (J. KIRSTEIN)

part of L’s RED (TV) EVENT!

“You said you’d be here.”

He hears your icy tone before he sees you. He knew he’d be greeted with daggers from you, having missed your birthday party. You were excited, it was supposed to be fun. He was going to meet all of your family and friends and you were supposed to be happy. But, Jean had missed it. And quite frankly, you didn’t care much for his excuse as of why. 

He gently shuts the front door behind him, locking it. He removes his jacket, still facing the door; he’s afraid to turn around and see the look on your face. “Okay, look—I can explain. I know that-“

“Do you have any idea how stupid you made me look?”

He turns around at your accusation and what he sees shatters his heart into pieces. You stand in your party dress, the one you eagerly showed him last week when you’d bought it for the occasion. It’s a soft shade of baby blue and  it makes his chest feel heavy, like he swallowed cement. You look pretty. You probably looked a lot prettier earlier, he thinks, when you didn’t have mascara tears dried on your cheeks like a water color painting. 

You arms are crossed against your chest, defensively, like your comforting but also protecting yourself. From him. You continue, voice harsh and blunt, “I bragged about how amazing you are to all of my friends and family, told them how good you are to me, how much I love you-”

You stop as your voice breaks up, feeling like you're being strangled by your own grief. Tears threaten to fall from your eyes again at any given moment. You didn’t even know your body could produce anymore until you finally let them slip.  

“-And you couldn’t even show up for my birthday party?” you whisper so softly, you aren’t even sure Jean could physically hear it. But he does. The guilt smeared all over his face confirms it. He winces at your next words, “You made me look like a fool.”

“I know, I’m sorry, I-” but he cant find it in himself to finish his sentence. There’s nothing to say, he knows he cant say anything to make his actions excusable. He’s upset that he hurt you, and selfishly, he’s even more upset that his reputation with your family and friends is most likely soiled. He treads lightly,  “What’d you tell them, y’know, about me being late and-“

“What do you say when tears are streaming down your face in front of everyone you know?” you bark, confirming his worst case scenario thoughts. 

He should’ve known it was a stupid question to ask. The silence between you two, aside from your ragged breathing, lasts for a few minutes. When you do  speak up again, he almost gets whiplash from craning his head up so quickly. 

“I defended you. Like I always do.”

He hates that his chest deflates in reassurance. Like you always do. He knows it’s true; you always defend his careless mistakes, even when it leaves you battered and bruised, alone on your kitchen floor. 

“But not anymore. I’m not defending you anymore, Jean,” you swear, and he’s never seen you mean something as much as you do in that very moment. 

He thinks about a way to make it up to you, but he doesn’t think he’ll get the chance to prove you wrong on your birthday next year. 

[howelljenkins]

having to come to terms with the fact that love is not an everlasting performance in which you attempt to retain the attention of your significant other but rather a release of control and putting faith into them and trusting them to choose to stay with you no matter what you have to offer

[howelljenkins]

to love and be loved is to rest

[lue-arlert]

18+ minors and ageless blogs do not interact

You never understood why Connie would kiss the back of your left thigh before or after he ate you out.

It was never little sprinkles of kisses, just one kiss, one peck of his lips, always in the same spot, then he was back down devouring your pussy, fingers deep inside of you, curling and pumping against your velvety spot.

Sometimes he would do it before fucking you from behind. He’d lie on his stomach, clutching your thighs and knees as your face was buried in your pillows, and he’d plant that little kiss, sometimes more than once, then he’d crawl up over you and stretch your cunt around his cock, hands tight around your hips and waist, fucking himself deep inside of you.

And when he’s done, and you’re all fucked out, laying on your stomach, catching your breath with his seed pooling all over your back, he’d kiss that same spot of fat on your thigh.

While he was cleaning you off, you finally got around to asking him why he always kissed you there, the warm damp rag feeling so good on your sore back.

He smiled wildly and leaned down to kiss that spot again, then shifted over to kiss the side of your head.

“You have a freckle there,” he said with a tone as of you should know this already.

“Hmm?” You tried craning your head to see, but your plump ass cheek was in the way.

He rubbed his palm over your thigh, kissing your head again, then shifting once more to kiss the back of your leg in that same spot.

“I love your freckle.” Was all he said, smiling against your skin.

[blvkvvolf-deactivated20220918]

my biggest kink is being liked and wanted

[glittrkink]

my blog startin to look like an eren stan account lemme set my priorities straight

[glittrkink]

WHY IS EREN SO TAN

[nihaalart]

it’s him, it’s fanfic!eren

[avendell]

Eren 🌙

[glittrkink]

dominic fike is the reason why i think connie should bleach his hair

[1252291-deactivated20250321]

𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘 ㅤ( E. YEAGER ) 🔞 * you don’t have to read the original, but sequel to online

after you received a random add on snapchat a few months back, you started messaging them regularly, only to find out that EY199’s a lot closer than you both originally thought.

content: slight breeding kink, daddy kink, dubcon, filming, submissive reader, no protection, cunnilingus, fingering, slight choking. note: afab & she/her pronouns. // an: this is what eren looks like in this fic. thank u @glittrkink for being my beta! //  wc: 5.6k+

minors dni please.

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[canongf-archive]

imagine saying “i’m baby” as a passing joke in front of your f/o but instead of laughing they just smile and touch your face and murmur in all seriousness “yeah, you’re my baby”

[sugarmapleships]

[bagsyy]

NUT VID ANALYSIS: AOT EDITION (pt. 2)

warnings: 18+ minors dni, contains masturbation, fem reader

contains: levi ackerman, porco galliard, marco bodt, bertholdt hoover

a/n: nut vid part 2 electric boogaloo. ty @piecksz for being the sexiest beta<3

LEVI will not send one out of the blue, you have to chip away at his resolve. rile him up while he’s at work by sending pics in that little red lacy number that he loves so much. when he returns the favor… it’s vengeful. refuses to give you what you want by positioning his body so that you can’t see his pretty dick. you can, however, see the way his chest heaves and his abs twitch when he’s close. he’s another one who tries to keep the whimpers to a minimum. instead, he opts for the occasional grunt so that you don’t have permanent evidence of his honeyed moans. 

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