#dad!connie

[rissouu]

EARS PIERCED, connie springer.

he can’t handle it when his daughter gets her ears pierced.

“i’m not turning the car around, connie..” you let out a sigh of relief when you finally reached the claire’s. connie had been begging you the whole drive to just go back home and forget this ear piercing shit.

but you couldn’t just let it go, every girl needed their ears pierced at some point. your mom got yours done when you were little so you wanted to stick with the tradition and do the same for your little baby… connie wasn’t going for it though.

“man what do she need her ears pierced for? she just turned one!” he decided to sit in the back with his daughter like he always did. the man took one glance at her in the car seat with sad eyes.. his poor baby had no idea what was coming.

“cause she’s a girl connie. and ear piercings barely hurt i promise, i got mine at this age too!” you tried reassuring him but he still wasn’t going for it. you knew he’d probably be salty for a while but oh well, he’ll get over it soon.

once you parked the car connie mentally prepared himself for disaster, if anything he acted like he was the one getting his ears pierced. he couldn’t stop the anxiety he felt when you opened the door to get the baby out.. he had half a mind to slam the door shut and lock it so you wouldn’t get in, but he knew better.

“baby come on or we’re gonna be late to the appointment,” you gently pulled him out of the car by his sleeve and he was damn near ready to throw a tantrum. your daughter didn’t need her ear pierced but you’d rather have it done now than when she’s older.

it just made more sense, plus you’ve had your ears pierced since you were 2— and never in all your years have you had to get another one.

originally, you were supposed to be the one in the chair holding your daughter. but connie again, wasn’t going for it. he at least wanted to hold his daughter just in case anything went wrong, which is what he was expecting.

you watched the piercer mark your daughters ears, and you couldn’t help the worry sinking in— honestly you were scared too. looking at your daughter smile and giggle in her fathers arms without a care in the world.. it made you feel horrible.

she had no idea what was coming and you just hoped she wouldn’t be too mad at you afterwards.

“okay dad im gonna have you hold her tightly okay? she can’t move or else the piercings won’t be accurate to each other!” connie followed ever procedure possible because he’d do anything to just hurry and get this over with. his heart was already pounding in his chest during the whole car ride, and now it was even worse.

without warning, the worker aligned the piercing gun to your daughters ear and shoved the needle in. (she actually went as gently as she could, but to you and connie it still wasn’t gentle enough.)

the young girl’s face immediately fell into a frown, her previous mood of happiness quickly faded into sorrow. she let out a heart wrenching cry— so intense that her little body started shaking, and that was the last straw for connie.

you couldn’t lie, your heart ached hearing her scream like this. out of all the times she’s cried, it’s never been this intense nor has she ever started shaking because of it.

“no, she’s done. you see she’s over here hollering right?” connie mugged the piercer when she tried to do the other ear, he couldn’t hold his tongue anymore.

“constance stop it! let her do the other ear really quick, it’s her job.” soon enough your husband was mugging you as well, which you quickly returned. you didn’t know why he was acting like you were some evil witch just for wanting your daughters ears pierced?

you waved at the piercer— letting her know it was okay to continue, which she did. the second one didn’t hurt your daughter as bad since she was still stuck on the last one’s pain.

her cries only got louder but now it was more of forced out whines than actual tears. you rolled your eyes at that since it was a habit of hers, forcing herself to continue crying. deep down you knew she got that trait from you but you’d never admit it.

“anddd we’re all done! you did so good hun here, have a sticker.” she placed a yellow smiley face right on your daughters hand, and that was enough to make the young girl feel better.

connie though, he was still salty as hell. he hadn’t said a word to you yet, he just kept staring at the new earrings in his daughter’s ears. yeah, they were cute but fucking useless. like he said before, she could’ve gone without them.

“let me see her pa,” you held your arms out expecting him to give her to you, but instead he did the opposite.

“nah we’re mad at you right now. you on punishment, bye.” he gave you a blank stare and to your surprise your daughter did the same thing. she may not have been that old but she was old enough to know you put her through all that pain.

the tiny girl looked you up and down before rolling her eyes and turning her back on you to lean on her father’s chest. your jaw dropped as you watched connie let out a little chuckle and high five his daughter.

“tuh, okay then little girl ima remember that when you want some milk. i don’t like y’all!”

©rissouu 2024 (it’s been a while yall im sorry, i just had no ideas.. but i hope you enjoyed! more dad!connie to come probably.)

[tcustodisart]

Dad that stepped up.

[screwpinecaprice]

*dusting off another drawing found in my old folders* Oh waw early 2020 connverse. And I drew in 97 dpi RIP

[mercutiothedestroyer]

Levi and his kids at dinner, “I got your report cards in the mail today, and four of you have some Fs that need to be explained”.

Any one wanna guess which 4 and for what courses.

[dadsbongos]

warm and fuzzies

1.1 k words / warnings - grinding, inebriated groping/sex, outdoor action, sniffing

summary - when you two sneak onto the porch during a Halloween party, Connie Springer knows he has the perfect opportunity to woo you.

kinktober: day four - high/drunk ~~~

Red and purple lights flourish around Eren and Armin’s comfy two bedroom apartment. Dulled thumps vibrate against the sliding glass door to your right. Smoke ribbons between two flush faces: yours and Connie Springer. He’s got silver rings and a black sparkly robe and his ghostface mask is laid on top of your head. 

“You put way too much rum in this,” and oh yeah, your dark lipstick is smeared on his lips as he passes your cup back, “Why?”

“The kitchen’s dark as fuck!” you huff, “I can’t see anything.”

Connie shakes his head, gagging histrionically, “No, I think your mixing is just dogshit.”

“Whatever,” eyes rolling, you hold out a hand to take the joint he holds, “Pass, Con’, don’t hog it.”

“You just had it, pretty girl,” your tummy flips as Connie leans over the arm of his lawn chair, bypassing your hand to perch the butt between your lips, “Go on, greedy.”

Despite his jab, you suck and blow -- politely airing the blunt smoke into Connie’s face. He playfully hums and closes his eyes to inhale, then sighing dreamily with a soft thanks, pretty. Red, lidded gaze locked on your own before dropping to your lips.

Gaze drifting sideways, you feel so bold as to reach up and twiddle his little hoop earring, “I like this.”

“Me too,” he mock gasps, “That’s why I got it.”

“Yeah, sassy?” the heat from his skin spurs you to card your nails along his buzz cut.

He hums, eyes fluttering shut to feel your fingers dance along his scalp while taking another hit. Dragging it out until he sears the back of his throat, now holding it up to your mouth, “Here, take it.”

“Hm?” you frown, and he can see the clarity sopping up alcohol in your eyes when you ask, “Are you going inside?”

“Huh? Nah,” he sits back, legs spreading. He wets his lips and encourages the blunt into your mouth with a gentle tap, “It’s gettin’ low. I figured you’d want the last bit.”

“Oh, okay,” awkwardly giggling off your earnest upset, “How courteous.”

“I know, right,” he’s been in your space all night. Eren called it weeks ago when he said you’d show at the party; said if you don’t take this chance to finally make out then I’ll kill you myself. So Connie clears his throat and pats his thighs, “I can be a bit more courteous?”

You giggle again, this time at him, “What?”

Connie shrugs it off -- he’s the funny short guy, thankfully your laughter is nothing new to him.

“How would you dig a new seat?” and again, he pats his thighs. Sparkly robe catching moonlight. 

Blinking twice, you take a sip of your rum and Coke before sliding from one creaky lawnchair and into another to occupy Connie’s lap. Chest pressed against his and hands shyly perched around his neck -- nails tip tapping against sweaty red plastic. Dulling ice cubes clink behind his head, but Connie pays it no mind in favor of staring up at you through hazy eyes. Pupils blown so wide they’re onyx marbles. He laughs in your face.

“What?” you whine, plucking back to take a sip. Face puckering at the sour taste.

“You’re so cute,” Connie murmurs. You can smell vodka ripe from his throat. Vodka and orange juice and weed. Any ocean spray cologne he thought was going to steal the night has long since faded. It makes you suddenly paranoid your own body spray has been choked out. 

“Do I smell bad?” you interrupt. Crickets croak behind you. A dog barks from down the road.

Inside Eren’s apartment, there’s a graveyard smash and drunken cheers.

Very sincerely, however, Connie’s brows raise and eyes widen. His hands land boldly on your hips, rocking you forward to steal an experimental sniff. You’re hardly listening for his response because your crotch notches his in the movement. A meek whimper leaks, one you’re not sober enough to bite down -- or even to have the shame to cover your mouth afterward.

For a stiff, endless moment you pray Connie simply hadn’t heard.

“Did you just moan?” his voice is hoarse, mouth agape and cheeks flaring red.

“No…” you bumble, shuffling onto your knees to stand only to be buckled down by Connie’s grip.

He whines and shakes his head, “You did,” he smiles and gives an airy teehee, “I wanna hear it again.”

“Con,” you whimper. He pushes you against his hardening cock. The pressure forces a huff of pleasure to waft out. 

“Yeah, baby?” Connie’s scraping out suave by the skin of his teeth, despite the rabid rackety thump in his chest telling him he’s about to drop dead, “You like that?”

But when you let out a broken mm mmm and loose nod, his hips jerk up into yours without much thought. A gutless groan vibrating from his lips to yours. Connie gasps when you relent and roll, abandoning the watery rum and Coke in the window sill behind him to curl hands around his neck. Thumbs tracing the hard ridge of Connie’s jawline, culling his mouth open. Velvety tongues clashing as you groan and gasp into each other’s maws.

No matter how light-headed you are, you’re steely firm in wanting Connie -- so you don’t stop him when he starts rolling your bottoms off. Guitar calloused fingertips dip beneath the band of your underwear, Connie honestly moans when he feels nothing but slick.

“You’re so wet,” he mumbles.

“Is that bad?” you slur.

“No way,” he babbles back, “Could slip in right now, you’re so hot.”

His praise makes you grin into the sloppy, sad excuse of a kiss. Connie drunkenly yanks up his rob -- inebriation making him blind to the autumn night chill suddenly icing his bare legs. Pushing his boxers down his knees, Connie’s barely considering trivial things like protection and safety and forethinking because your hole is already kissing his tip. And if you’re so eager, who is he to stop you when he’s just as excited?

Sinking pelvis to pelvis is easy when it’s Connie, who coos and moans and coaxes and strokes hearts into your clit. He hisses, “So good, baby, you feel so good.”

A useless squeal is all he gets in return as you swivel, thighs straining enough to feel the friction of his thick dick stretching you open again and again. 

Crickets chirp. A dog yelps. A car zooms by as trees sway.

You and Connie fumble to feel each other up with fluttery eyes and sideways vision. Pure want clouding good judgment with neither of you bothering to temper swears and wails of one another’s name. Loud music and a prayer all that’s reliable to keep others oblivious. 

And it does not work well: Eren locks the door and cinches the black curtains with a disappointed sigh.

[thena0315]

Someone Has To Watch The Kids

[witchcraftandgeeknes]

I know I did this kind of post with Giles from Buffy already but it's the only thing I could think of after I saw this episode

[thebluelittlewitch]

Hello number one townies fan here

[sugifsgalore]

Are You My Dad? Gif Set

[ifskzcouldfly]

It's kinda sad when there are characters you just know don't deserve to be in the gut wrenching, heart breaking and fucked up universe they are from. LIKE PLEASE THAT'S MY SHOUJO SLICE OF LIFE ANIME BABY. 😭😭

[tcustodisart]

I'm sorry Connie, Starling has won the genetic lottery...

[dazii-kons]

lex:*‘happy’ that Casskon is getting married because he will have an emotional advantage when talking to Bruce that his daughter is now a Luthor*

kon:*takes cass’s last name*

lex:

[brave-and-gentle]

Girl Dad! Jean Kirstein

He's thrilled when your daughter chooses both dance and soccer - two very different aesthetics.

He watches a million YouTube videos on different intricate hairstyles for you daughter's dance recital.

She performs her dance routine for you and him in the living room. She's only six so she's falling all over the place, but that doesn't stop Jean from clapping at everything she does.

By the time the recital comes around, this man has memorized every part of her routine and knows what each move is called.

He and Connie go feral trying to get a front row seat and make sure the place has accommodations for Levi's wheelchair.

Jean, Connie and Levi are all looking quite dapper with bow ties for the recital and they're all holding flowers for her.

For soccer practice and games, he's the ultimate snack dad. Dude's got every possible snack in a giant reusable bag and a cooler full of water and Gatorade.

You and Levi frequently have to hit Jean in the head when he gets too amped up for her soccer games ("she's six for god's sake, chill out!!").

When she falls and gets hurt, he's the first one to run on the field and make sure she's okay. You both take her out for ice cream after.

That moment when your daughter's face gleams with determination on the soccer field? Jean's obsessed with it because that's when she reminds him of you.

[toxictoad]

I have a special disease where I like genderbending characters and thinking about the Implications of that

Anyways I think if Ford was a woman that would be really fun. One: because badass strong science lady and, like, AWOOGA, and Two: because I think it would be really cute for Dipper to look up to her and just think she's so fucking cool, and for Mabel to want to connect with her on 'girl things' but it just doesn't work because she's still feral. And also it would make Stan impersonating her like 300% funnier

[mercutiothedestroyer]

Modern AU Headcanon,

Hange and Levi are the adopted parents to Mikasa,Jean,Eren,Sasha, Connie and Armin.

The kids range from 3 to 8 years old with Mikasa being the oldest and Armin is the youngest.

Basically Levi gets continually woken up for one reason or another as by one, all of his kids for one reason or another, go from sleeping in their beds to coming to sleep with their parents.

The first time Levi is woken up, he finds Mikasa (8 years old) holding the hand of a sniffling Armin (3 years old). “Papa, Armin had a bad dream again” without a moments hesitation Levi lifts the covers so Armin can burrow in with him and Hange and Mikasa follows behind him wanting to “make sure Armins ok”

The second time, it’s Eren (6 years old) looking for Mikasa and Armin and upon seeing them he instantly and quite literally jumps into bed alongside them.

The third time, Levi is awoken to the sound of rustling, thinking it might be a burglar or some animal trying to get into the trash bins, he grabs the bat he keeps under his bed. Upon investigating he winds up finding one of the twins, Sasha (4 years old) in the kitchen helping herself to various treats and ice cream. after making her clean up her mess, the two join the others, Levi bringing her so he could “keep an eye on her” lest she try to sneak down to the kitchen again.

The fourth time, Levi is awoken to Connie (4 years old) , who occasionally sleepwalks roaming the halls humming some song about pigeons. Levi gently kinda coaxes him onto the bed alongside Sasha his twin trying not to wake him.

And the final time Levi is woken up, it’s to find Jean (7 years old) who came because no one was left in the kids room with him, not admitting he was lonely without the others, without batting an eye, Levi lifts the covers so Jean can join the rest of his siblings.

At this point given it was about 6AM, Levi figured he wasn’t going to sleep so just decides to fiddle on his phone.

Hange wakes up about an hour and a half later to find all of her and Levi’s kids adorably scattered across their bed, she turns to see a very tired Levi with bags under his eyes.

“I see we had visitors last night” Hange joked

“Yup” Levi replies tiredly

“Why don’t you try and get some sleep while I get to work on breakfast”

Levi slowly begins to lie down in bed before Hange places a loving kiss on the side of his head “your such a great Dad”

“That’s what I’m told” before he yawns and finally begins to drift off, his family all around him

[deadboystims]

steven universe earrings/charms!! source