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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 • 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐈𝐭 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞

“So if I get missing, these are my last wishes..I hope you get ‘em right, girl if I don’t make it home tonight.”

synopsis: Connie has never been one to pour his emotions out or even wear his heart on his sleeve. But when you two have a much needed heart to heart about his lifestyle and future, he lets you know exactly what’s on his mind. But a deal gone wrong brings his words to fruition far too soon.

content warning and themes: black fem reader, plug connie, dancer reader pet names, angst, mentions of drug use/selling, mentions of death and gun violence, use of AAVE (connie is hc’d as afro-latino in this), heavy language, comfort, pregnancy mention, hospital visit

This is a commission request for @animelover-77! I love Connie and it’s been a minute since I’ve written a full story for him so I’m super excited for this one. Thank you so much for your support, patience and trust in me to create this for you!

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sounds of whirring sirens rang from outside of the apartment complex..police vehicles speeding by along with the souped up sports cars they were in pursuit of. It was the unfortunate norm around this neighborhood and the noises oftentimes kept the residents up at night but others? They thrived in this lifestyle. They welcomed the idea of chaos and trouble..including Connie Springer and his girl..his long time ride-or-die (Y/N) (L/N). On the third floor of Paradise Villa; the cream colored and lavender exterior of the high rise apartments were the living quarters and..operational front for the local drug dealer. “Aye (Y/N), mama...hand me that.” alluding to the box of baking soda sitting on the counter top across from you. Your boyfriend, standing at the stove with a spoon in hand and a Pyrex mixing glass on the opposite side. You, on the other hand, were seated at the dinner table but no meal was being served.

Rather, you were nursing a blunt with a spaced out glare over the thud of music softly playing into the background. Feet curled up on the chair, dressed in your bonnet and black shorts with a pink sports bra covering your chest as you thumbed through several stacks of money. Dirty dollars earned in blood by him through various deals right there in their complex and surrounding areas. Everyone knew of his reputation and all of the people that Connie rolled with. They had the entire city underneath their fingers and were making money faster than they could spend it.

It seemed as if it were a pretty lucrative venture and that for the two twenty somethings, it was a reality that only anyone could dream of..but behind that glamor of new clothes, expensive cars, chains and shopping sprees were an entirely separate underbelly of danger, deception and hardships that most couldn’t dare fathom. But here you were, knee deep in this treacherous lifestyle, standing ten toes beside the man you swore you’d do this crazy ride with forever. But as it stood..the way things were going, you couldn’t be so sure if there was a limit on that. If your clock was ticking and that at any time, you’d have to part ways. It was an emotion and concern you were on your sleeve daily. Through the shopping trips, parties and great sex, the stress could clearly be seen on your face. Connie knew the toll it took..worrying that he'll never come home. That the cops could get the door in on you guys at any time or that you may end up with a phone call saying that he had been hurt or worse in a deal gone wrong. Sometimes, the thoughts plagued your mind so vividly, that they’d keep you up for hours on end, hell, if you even slept at all. This life wasn’t exactly new to you and quite frankly, it was far better than the one you came from but it didn’t make it any easier. However, your boyfriend could only hope that the material possessions could be of some consolation to the chaos.

“Nine bands. That’s just from tonight’s drops for your two runners.” it was news very pleasing to his ears, so much so, he’d turn the stove off and come sprinting over to you in complete glee; even planting a kiss on your cheek. “Shit, that’s what they supposed to do. ‘Bout time they start moving some real fucking weight.” clearly alluding to the fact that he had to threaten or harm two of his underlings to get the results he needed. Doing so by the hand of his plethora of semi-automatic weapons. From the AK47 and M9 he kept stowed away in the bedroom to the 45MM pistol that stayed loaded and tucked away under his shirt. He was a dangerous man as is but knowing the type of heat he and his boys were known to tote..everyone knew better than to even think of testing their luck. But there was another reason the hotheaded dealer remained so guarded, because it wasn’t just his life in the balance. Perhaps the only reason he was so protective and cautious about how he moved was because you were by his side. His choices would’ve landed him in a jail cell or a grave long ago had you not been around to give him something to stay grounded for. Granted it wasn’t easy coming out of this lifestyle and neither of you were born with silver spoons in your mouths so it wasn’t exactly something you were ready to quit cold turkey either. What was for certain was that as long as you had one another, nothing was impossible. Draping an arm around the back of your shoulders, dressed in his typical black wife beater, gold cuban link and black joggers, he’d begin peppering you with a plethora of kisses, hoping to shift that smile on your face from a frown to a wide smile..the only consolation in this cruel world sometimes was seeing you happy. But tonight, you couldn’t fake it..not even for him. Mainly due in part that something was weighing heavy on your mind. A dream from the other evening..

more so a nightmare. One that had awakened you from your sleep in a cold sweat and loud cries, screaming out Connie’s name, only to find that he hadn’t made it back home. Just a one off premonition or unfortunate foreshadowing, you’d never know but since that night, you had been weary of him leaving your sight. Scared that when you watched him walk out the door, it’d be for the very last time. The vision? A very horrid, vivid imagery of him lying in a pool of blood, mouth agape and eyes wide open as he stared blankly to the sky. Fading into a black abyss of darkness, departing this world without so much as even telling you goodbye. You were at home, waiting patiently for his return when his boys delivered the news at your doorstep an hour later because they couldn’t bear the thought of telling you over the phone, standing there as you inevitably fell to your knees. Collapsing under the weight of sorrow and grief as you sobbed into their arms. They were fighting back tears of their own but knew they had to remain strong for you..and the unborn child growing inside of you. Such a tragic and horrible thing to see in slumber but all you could do is pray that it never became reality. Hence why you were dreading this drop he had to do tonight. The last thing you ever wanted to do was agitate him or get in his way when trying to conduct business. It was one of the only few pet peeves he had in your fairly perfect relationship. Despite the toxic environment, you two very seldom had fights about anything. Most of the time you had together was spent making jokes or making good love..never allowing your circumstances to cloud the happiness you brought one another. Besides, you couldn’t blame him much when you made your money with an occupation most would deem less than savory as well. Stripping at a local club and earning your fair share of change as well. So you tried to keep your concerns to a minimum.

“Hey, talk to me, mama. What’s up with you tonight. You not acting like yourself and ion’ like that, for real.”

His seemingly flustered tone finally snapping you from your disastrous train of thought. You were so spaced out that you didn’t even realize he had been talking to you for a few minutes and it all sounded like distant chatter. Releasing a sigh, you’d turn around to face him with a mustered up smile. “Sorry, baby. I’m alright..just got a lot on my mind.” but that clearly wasn’t sufficient enough because the last thing he ever wanted was to see you upset or leave while he let your mind wander astray. Taking the seat next to you and holding your hand, Connie brushed his thumb pad across the back of it..as he always did to ease your tension. Even placing a kiss at your temple and it was then that you had to hold your composure to keep from crying. “Well I’m right here..tell me what’s going on.” This was the side of him that no one else got to see. That vulnerable, nurturing, loving man that you cared for so deeply. One you didn’t want to lose for anything. “I’m scared, Connie.” eliciting a laugh from him at first because for the life of him, he couldn’t understand what you had to be afraid of. He had more weapons than the Army, he’d beat anybody’s ass who’d even think of crossing you and a whole team of equally wild friends who’d do the same. He had this town on lock so why would you, his girl be afraid of anyone or anything?

“What are you talking about, baby? What are you scared of? Somebody tried you at the club ‘cause I’ll go kill them mothe– “No, Connie! Nobody..nobody tried me, alright? This ain’t about that..please, just listen to me.” in his seemingly irate mood, mere seconds away from hopping from his seat and sprinting out the door to find the person who wronged his woman, you’d be quick to clutch his wrist. Holding it tightly as if you refused to let him go. That’s when it really sank in that something was really causing you inner turmoil. What was it? What had you so rattled and shaken all of a sudden? To the point that you could barely even function or be your normally sweet and funny self? Hazel eyes locked in on you with genuine concern before he took his seat yet again and this time..listened to what you had to say.

“(Y/N), for real..what’s wrong?” hearing the shakiness in his voice now and making you reluctant to even share your feelings. “I don’t want you to go tonight. It can wait, okay?” stating so matter of factly but Connie just wasn’t understanding where this sudden fright was coming from. It was a drop just like the countless others he had done, so what was the big deal now? “Bae, I’m only gon’ be gone for an hour. I swear it won’t take long but you know dis’ is important. I gotta make this move tonight.” and it wasn’t as if it were something he could entrust to anyone else. This was a deal worth at least fifteen bands and it would set them up to lay low for a while, especially now that their block was getting hot. They could stack this bread and be good for at least six months or so without drawing suspicion. Even so, you had this horrible gnawing in your gut and spirit that something was going to go wrong and you could never live with yourself if you let him leave and not say something. Just then, those tears that had been welling in the ducts of your eyes finally began to fall and he was quick to swipe them away and grasp your hand. There was something he had to say to you and this may not have eased your concerns in the slightest but he had to get it off his chest regardless. “It’s gon’ be alright, I promise..there’s sum’ I need to tell you, (y/n) and I know this ain’t gon’ be easy to hear but..listen to me.” Filling your heart with anxiety and dread, just imagining what was going to come out of his mouth. Looking you in the face as he confessed what was on his heart as well.

“This life ain’t easy, ma. We both know that..you done held me down through all this shit. Been through all of it with me and that’s why I’mma always make sure you straight. I love you, (y/n). You know this..” in the midst of his speech, you’d see a single tear trickle down his face right before he began to laugh, worrying you even more. Causing palpitations in your chest. You knew that Connie hardly cried for anything in his life. He wasn’t an emotional person by a long shot. Always either extremely happy or irate, a true hothead to his core when the time arised. He didn’t tolerate any mess and was quick to go and make a bad situation worse. But this time? He had much to consider and he didn’t want to tell you this, but even he feared for his safety. He was afraid that something could go wrong on a drop like this one. This particular set was incredibly dangerous and powerful. Word was always getting around about this crew they knocked and this big bad leader that they made into their bitch. Even so, that’s what this lifestyle was all about: risks and danger but they were things you had to persist through if you wanted to survive. So the only way to ensure that in the event he was gone, you’d be okay..was to give you the cold hard truth. “So..I hope that you can do something else for me. If I don’t come back home tonight, I need you– “..please, Connie. I can’t–” but he needed to get his point across. He knew you wouldn’t be able to stomach hearing these dreaded words. “(y/n)..you got to. If I don’t come back..I need you to make sure that my mama’s straight. Make sure my folks are taken care of. My boys, you know they always got you and gone look out. So you don’t ever have to worry. I need you to make sure that you gone be strong if sum’ happens. You gone carry this on for me..we did this together and I want you to keep going. You gotta promise me that. I don’t want you to be sad.” which he knew was an impossible feat to ask of you. But he knew you were the only one who could keep this crew afloat in his absence. The last thing either of you wanted was to see him in a casket or jail but it was a possibility that you needed to prepare for. Sitting at that kitchen table, you’d find yourself full on sobbing as he listed each and every one of his demands. You’d listen..hear and take each one to heart. You wanted him to know that you would do the absolute best you could and not let him down. With your heart breaking with each passing second and the imagery of what could become, flashing through your mind, he’d place a kiss to your forehead, releasing your hands as he stood to his feet. Just then, the deafening silence that settled over the room momentarily was broken through by the long awaited ringing of his phone. It was a call from one of his boys and they were ready to move. But as you were walking him to the door, still teary eyed and upset but trying to hold it together, Connie would turn to you and reach for his own neck. Unclasping the small gold chain wrapping around it, he’d hoist it over his head and onto your own.

to him, it was a promise that he’d return to you regardless but in your mind, you felt as if it were his way of saying farewell. As if this would be the only piece of him left behind. “Aight, ma. I’m outta here. ‘Member what I said.” assuring that he was going to keep good on his promise and return home to what was precious to him. (Y/N) tugged on the charm dangling in front of it and sniffled. You’d kiss once more before bidding adieu. “See you later.” and it was at that moment, you were left all alone, standing still as a statue as you watched your boyfriend..your beloved Connie dash down the stairs and into the fray of his boys, who were equally as amped to go do this. Two black Dodge Challengers with dark tints and chrome wheels peeled away from the parking lot with Connie inside and all you were left to do was sit and play an agonizing waiting game. Forced to sit on the sidelines as you worried about his safety. Ten o’ clock came and went, eleven and twelve did the same..pacing the floor, checking your phone for any sort of update. Police presence had slowed to almost a complete halt by the time one am made its way around and you could no longer withstand the agonizing waiting game. You just needed him to come home already and be with you. You needed to know that he was just fine. But merely thirty minutes later, you’d get the news you had been dreading. For a moment, it was all a blur. Your phone rang, you’d answer and the only thing you’d hear in the background were the whirring sounds of ambulances and the voice of one of his closest friends…you couldn’t hear what was said, maybe due in part to the loud noises or the fact it was all a blur. Possibly because you didn’t want to hear any of it. Either way, all you’d recall was collapsing to the floor and sobbing into a broken mess. You were shattered..your entire world gone in an instant. “Connieeeee!” Calling out as you clawed your hands into the floor; tears flowing and falling in droplets around your crouched knees. You didn’t hear a thing but you knew that cries and screams were coming from your mouth, not a sound…anything. Yet, you were hysterical and seemingly unable to escape this hell you were trapped in.

that was until you heard a knock at the door….prompting you to hop up! As it turns out, you were merely sleeping and your horrid experience was nothing more than a cruel, brutish nightmare. Beelining for the front door, straight from your brief slumber, you’d swing it open and right there, you’d fall apart yet again.

only this time…. “Connieeee!”

they were tears of pure joy. He was just fine after all. There was your beloved, unscathed, alive and well. You’d rush to drape your arms around the back of his neck, coiling him into the tightest hug as you cried. The two of you fell right there in the doorway and he’d cradle you as closely as possible. With a single tear falling down his face and brandishing a bag in his hand..he’d hold you and gently scale his palm up and down your back to console you.

“It’s alright, ma. I told you I’d make it home tonight.”

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zairene · 10 months

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tattoo artist! connie springer who grew up top of his art class. ccnnie never seemed like it, but he was extremely good at drawing in general. every assignment his art teacher would just shower him with praise, and with how one day he would go far as an artist. however, as connie got older, his passion for traditional art started to fade away but his skills didn’t. he looked into tattoo artistry and immediately fell in love, which caused him to earn his tattoo license and to open up his shop, metamorphosis, with a blue butterfly as the logo. (since blue was his favorite color and he had always admired butterflies.)

tattoo artist! connie springer who gets his tattoos and piercing done by his co-workers. normally, he would go somewhere else but why when he could just go to the best? (because connie springer always hires the best.) eren is always complaining to connie about how he already has enough customers, and he doesn’t need connie just sitting in his chair and demanding a tattoo whenever he felt like it. but connie always retorted with the fact he owned the shop and he’s still getting paid either way.

tattoo artist! connie springer who met you because you were a loyal customer who often got new piercings and tattoos. you always requested that only connie do your tattoos. you never told them the real reason why, because you wanted to get his number but you played it off as if you just was comfortable with him and you’ve been there since basically the beginning of his career. you and connie at first acted like old friends, he felt extremely indebted to you and often gave you discounts or free tattoos because of how supportive you were. of course it wasn’t because you were pretty… or had an amazing personality, no! it was because he forever grateful for you. that’s it. that’s all.

tattoo artist! connie springer who asked you out by giving you a bouquet of flowers after one of your usual appointments. this consisted of a whole bunch of awkward pauses, and breaking eye contact with you but you just laughed it off and accepted the flowers while also giving him a kiss on the cheek. he had kept his composure until that moment. normally connie was a smooth operator and knew how to carry conversations but after he had you pulled in, he never knew what to tell you or how to even talk to you. but you found it adorable and you had liked him enough to make him your boyfriend, so he calmed down after the first month or so.

tattoo artist! connie springer who gets a lot of appointments from girls. now, you weren’t the jealous type but you knew that he was attractive. meaning that a lot of girls would book him simply for the fact that they wanted to ask him out or flirt with him while he would be tattooing them. at first, connie found it endearing and would playfully return it, just trying to keep the mood light and positive before the girl would leave. but now that he was in a relationship with you, he kept it strictly professional. if there was even a slightly flirtatious comment from any girl that wasn’t you, he would promptly inform them that he was in a relationship and that he his only here to do his job and nothing more. some girls respected that and kept things friendly, some girls didn’t. but he didn’t care, all he cared about is doing his job and being able to be your boyfriend every day.

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th3-0bjectivist · 2 months

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Springin' Chip with a 24' page update!

Greetings, dear follower! th3-0bjectivist has appointed me, Chipper the Springer Spaniel, as the official page mascot and acting spokescanine of this blog moving forward. It sure is great to be here! And might I say, the range of my vernacular as a mere canine has increased something like 28000% in just the last few weeks thanks to the hard lessons I’ve endured so far. Late nights in front of an English dictionary, lots of treats, and tons of sleepless nights have transformed me into perhaps the only English-literate puppy that has ever existed on planet Earth. From this point forward, I plan to operate as an empathetic, humorous, and nurturing presence to all of those on Tumblr into 2024 and beyond!

If you wanna know a little more about me to start, so far in life, I enjoy 1. Voraciously sniffing all manner of ass and crotch (if you approach me, please just spread fully eagle for one full minute, it lets me know who you are without you saying a word) and getting my own ass/crotch sniffed! 2. Pissing indoors (preferably on carpets to create an overpowering urine-miasma that permeates the entire room) 3. Attempting to playfully bite th3-0bjectvist directly in the balls with my nasty, bacteria-laden, inverted Spaniel teeth on a weekly basis!!

My pal, th3-0 and I, have long discussed my potential nickname on this blog. It has run the gamut from… Chip the Dip, to Chipper the Dick, to Chip the Prick, to Chipper the Testicle-Destroyer. In particular, the phrases ‘Stop biting me’, and ‘Hey, A-hole, cut that biting shit out’, and ‘Hey, dickhead, stop trying to bite my fuckin’ balls!!’ have strongly resonated with me as a puppy. I’ve realized very early on; it is essential that I improve my behavior otherwise I’m going to be hard-up on quality treats. And that’s what this blog will be all about moving forward… gradual improvement! Luckily, I have the good fortune of being cute as all hell. So, we graciously settled on the tentative title Springin’ Chip to instead highlight the positive aspects of our collective spirits and aspirations moving forward. New year, new positive goals! Folks, just look at my pics! Check out my feathered-ears and adorable face! Do I not have the perfect mug to represent a proper renewal of this blog?? And mug I will! If you continue to follow th3-0bjectivist, you’re going to see me grow up slowly over the next few months and years! Anyways, onto a bit of business…

My new friend, th3-0, has instructed me to give you an official page announcement! He will be back soon (end of March) with new art and drawings, music and commentary, goofy-ass memes, and more! This year (2024) th3-0 will be putting an artistic focus on dimensionality and expression by doing lots of drawings of expressions on human faces! He will also attempt to make some paintings with a little more -- POP -- than in previous years by incorporating a liquid background behind a solid mass of brushwork. If you like music, and who doesn't (??), this year will be the year of the musical double-feature! That means every time you see music on this page moving forward, there will be TWO SONGS by the featured musician(s) to highlight the range of said musician(s). Also, it’s election year! Now, I don’t have the vote myself, but you’ll have me around as your comical, politically neutral, and stalwart companion while everybody else on Tumblr is being just about as polarizing as they can be without directly and openly supporting terrorist organizations on the left or right side of the political spectrum! It’s gonna be a great year with this dog n' this blog!

Alright, gettin’ sleepy over here… you guys can fuck off for now. MORE 0bjectivist! END OF MARCH! NEW ART!!! DOUBLE-FEATURE MUSIC SHOWCASES EVERY OTHER WEEK!!! MEMES AND GIFs!!! SNARKY-ASS COMMENTARY!!! AND MORE OF MY BALL-BITING ADORABLE ASS!!!

Best, Springin’ Chip

#th3-0bjectivist #page update #2024 #this year #new art #new music #new gifs #my new page mascot #GOOD BOY #learned English within 8 weeks #true story...#new content end of month #trying to improve my craft #despite no inspiration what-so-ever #chipper the spinger spaniel #springin' chip #back soon...

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railleriee · 2 years

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What Are Their Kinks?

Jean Kirstein, Levi Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Eren Yeager, and Connie Springer's kink head cannon.

Reader Pronouns not listed but the reader has a vagina and boobs.

Content below consists of soft and hard kinks. This includes cuffing/bondage, master/slave, thigh fucking, praise, breeding, cock warming, public sex, pet play, and pussy slapping.

Levi Ackerman:

cuffing/bondage

This man is obsessed with tying you up. Something about you having no control over yourself makes him crazy. Hearing you beg for him to touch you more as he teasingly runs his fingers over your cunt. Arching your back but restrained by the cuffs at your hands and feet holding you down. He adores the way shibari looks at you. Tie gently around your breasts cupping them perfectly. Yanking you towards him by the rope that lays tied across your abdomen. He loves seeing you struggle as he denies yet another orgasm.

“Don’t worry darling, you’ll get your reward soon enough.”

Master / slave

As Captain of the special operation squad he has a superiority complex. Making you obey commands. He’d rather be called “master”, or “captain” more than anything. He adores the way you crawl around his office as he forces you to behave. He buys you cute little outfits and gifts you with dainty jewelry. He shows his appreciation and love through gifts and showing rather than telling. Watching as you walk in, in your new dark green slip dress that hugs your curves perfectly, adorned with a little bow at the center of your chest. Commanding you to come and sit on his lap as he teasingly bounces his leg against your core. Ignoring your pleas as you tell you to shut up. He’s not very patient. The moment you begin acting like a brat he loses his temper.

“Who gave you permission to act like that? I know damn well I didn’t. So what makes you think you can? Sit in the corner and please yourself. You don’t deserve your master's attention.”

Armin Arlert:

Thigh fucking

Man is a WHORE for thighs. He can’t help himself. He loves the way they jiggle as you take off the ground with your ODM gear. Watching as you land back on the ground after decapitating a titan. In bed he gifts you with thigh highs. Immediately hard at the sight of your thighs bursting out at the top. Whining as he begs you to let him fuck your thighs. Removing your panties and straddling you. He rests his cock between your thighs but close enough to your cunt where you can get friction as well. He refuses to do something without you being pleased as well.

“Fuck love, so fuckin’ good. Gonna cum all over.”

Praise

This man is a switch. I refuse to believe otherwise. Begging you to touch him as he lays beneath you. Hearing him whine as you stroke him. Taking it slower than fast. Removing yourself from him as he gets close to coming. Telling him how much of a good boy he’s being as he allows you to continue teasing him. He loves the way you ride him. Begging you to move more as he mumbles out how good you feel. You only agreed if he were to call you, “mommy”. Which he complies immediately too. Hearing the way you praise him drives him crazy. He adores hearing how good he’s making you feel as you ride him. Mumbling how good he’s been for you as you tease him more and more.

“Please, mommy. I’ve been a good boy for you.”

Jean Kirstein:

Cock warming

Jean’s a total tease. Out in public, drinking after a mission, on the field. He’s always being a complete tease. That being said, the time he pulled you on his lap while in the middle of a meeting and slipped your panties to the side to slide his cock into you, there was no surprise. Of course you gave him a warning look. He had never been so risky in front of his comrades. Bucking his hips up every once and a while to hear the little coughs you let out to cover your moans. Every time he gets you alone you are cock warming him. The feeling of being stuffed full drives you wild, while Jean obsesses over the sounds and pleas you make.

“Keep quiet doll, don’t want them to know about our little event now do we?”

Breeding kink

Loves the idea of stuffing you full. Impregnating you with his seed and seeing you carry his babies to term. As much as he wants to see that immediately he knows he’s too young and too busy with the scout regiment to be able to take care of a child. You know that too. Though that doesn’t help the mad breeding kink this man has. The moment you allow him to cum in you he never goes back. Seeing his cum seep out of you drives him crazy. Pushing it back in telling you to keep it in. He adores the whines when he’s completely fucked you out. Barely holding back tears at the overstimulation, as he makes you beg for another load of his.

“Say it, say you want my cum. You want to be full, don't you? M’ gonna fill you full.”

Eren jaeger:

overstimulation/edging

Control freak. Forcing your hips down as he gently strokes his fingers across your cunt. He’d force you through 2 orgasms before slowing down as you beg him for another one. He knows he’s going to go round after round until you are a complete mess. He teases as he denies yet again another orgasm before going back in with his tongue. Slowly licking the places he knows makes you come undone, until again removes his face from in between your thighs. Almost an hour later and after he decided you had been a “good girl” would he reward you.

"Come on now. I know you have one more in you."

Public sex

Rushing to the nearest alleyway that could be found. Pushing up against the wall as you two resume your aggressive making out. Hands roaming up your shirt and he unbuttons the top letting it fall from your shoulders before removing your bra. The idea of being caught turning him on even more. Eren would kill if it meant he could have sex in public whenever and where ever he wants. Watching you struggle to hold in your moans as the two of you are going at it in the supply room of the scout regiment.

“Keep quiet or the Captain will catch us. Don’t think we’d be much help to the scouts if we were dead.”

Connie Springer:

Pussy slapping

Pussy drunk. Man does Connie love some pussy. He’d much rather give than receive. Always refusing your advancements of trying to suck him off. Explaining how he doesn’t care about his pleasure only yours. When you asked him to be more aggressive in bed he was definitely thrown off. He never thought of you as the type of person to like aggressive sex. Though he was not denying your request. Watching as you whelp with pleasure as his hand comes out from fingering you as he lets his hand come down on your cunt. Back arching as a moan slips from your mouth. The first time turned into a third time and then into the tenth time. Possessive as he is groaning about how “this pussy belongs to me” as his hand makes his way down for a final time.

“You enjoy this don’t you? I know you love it. You love when I hit you? Love it when I abuse your pussy?”

Pet play

This man will collar you. I have no doubts about it. Sex, gripping a leash connected to your collar. Pulling it back towards him watching your back arch. He’d love pet names like “puppy” and “Bunny”. He’d definitely like to put you in bunny ears and cute little lingerie. He’s not into severe pet play but definitely enjoys the aspect of it. He’s a total “prey vs. hunter” type of guy. He loves the idea of you acting desperate and being a brat as he fucks you.

“Fuck bunny, s’good. Can’t get enough of you.”

#attack on titan #aot x y/n #aot x reader #aot #levi ackerman #jean kirschtein #armin arlert #eren yeager #connie springer #aot smut #aot headcanons #headcanons #aot hc #hard and soft kinks

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under the New Year’s Eve mistletoe

Coldest Winter (Levi Ackerman)

summary: a soldier’s heart and a man’s will is tested when war breaks out leaving him stranded and finds himself far away from the life he only once dreamed of the moment he met you.

There is no glory in battle worth the blood it costs, for war does not determine who is right— only who is left.

ELD. 848 PL.

December 24, 1942

under command/ FADM Erwin Smith

Sgt. Annie Leonhart wounded

Sgt. Pieck Finger wounded

Sgt. Marco Bott wounded

T/Sgt. Connie Springer wounded

1st Sgt. Armin Arlert wounded

1st Sgt. Jean Kirschtein wounded

1st Sgt. Bertolt Hoover wounded

M/Sgt. Miche Zacharius wounded

T/Sgt. Colt Grice killed in action

1st Sgt. Porco Galliard killed in action

1st Sgt. Marcel Galliard killed in action

1st Sgt. Reiner Braun missing in action

1st Sgt. Logan Magath missing in action

M/Sgt. Zeke Jaëger missing in action

M/Sgt. Levi Ackerman missing in action

December 31, 1942

to my dearest,

I wrote this letter to you on the 14th of July, Year 1942. It is with a heavy heart I bring this news to you. Today, the platoon had decided to send our unit to the north of Kolberg, Germany for the next operation. It seems like the war won’t be stopping anytime soon and by the time you have received this, it will be around late December. I miss you and not a single day goes by that my thoughts weren’t plagued by you.

I missed you and think of you even at times I shouldn’t. I have you in mind all the time and I haven’t forgotten about the promise I made to you.

I might not be able to come home soon, but I will come home to you and run with my feet if I have to. Right now, it must be the eve of the 31st of December when you’re reading this.

Please, don’t worry about me and I’ll do the same. There’s a lot of things for me to say that the tip of my pen won’t be able to suffice and before I forget to tell you, there’s an odd spot at your place where I seem to have grown fond of, especially with my last visit a year ago. At the backdoor where the scenery of nature can be witnessed, there’s something that I would like to do. I won’t go into details, but I hope when the next winter comes, I’ll be there by your side. Then we’ll settle the rest of things under the mistletoe.

The world is cruel and full of danger, but it’s merciful enough to have led me to you.

- L.A

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Fizzmodeus Prompts

Hey everyone. Here are a list of prompts/summaries that I can envision for Fizzmodeus that anyone is free to use! Be it for fanfic, art, edits, etc. You are free to take these prompts and change them however you see fit. Anyway, here they are:

-Fizz is sold off to become Mammon's concubine due to how popular he is. However, he starts winning the heart of Asmodeus, who (after the two grow closer) wants Fizz to become his bride. OPTIONAL: Fizz still loses his limbs. You could even have that it's due to his loss of limbs that he's been relegated to concubine status.

-Ozzie gifts Fizz stuffed/toy frogs. That's it. That's the prompt.

-"Are you sure? I'm pretty high maintenance." A line said by Fizz that could be used for a Long Distance Relationship AU in which Fizz and Ozzie meet online and talk to each other online before formally seeing each other (Fizz uses his tail to type; or if you wanna make this a Human AU, it could be text to speech/any other method you can think of). On the surface this line can be taken as Fizz being a diva (which he still is). Under the surface, however, he's worried about a future partner being brought down into being his caregiver cuz he knows he has a lot of needs.

-Blitzo asks Fizz what he does with his bird partner's feathers cuz Blitzo keeps coughing up leftover feathers from Stolas. Fizz answers that he likes to collect Ozzie's fallen feathers and make them into a pillow.

-Mad Scientist AU in which Asmodeus is a mad scientist and Fizz is the MC of Ozzie's Show Stopping Springer Galore! (or Ozzie's for short.) Asmodeus comes from a noble family and it's those family funds that help operate many of his experiments (he's even experimented on himself; OPTIONAL: you could make it so that's how he has 3 heads in this AU). Ozzie likes to have a show put on for his many inventions and experiments. He probably allows for others to show off their own inventions too.

-You've heard of Fizz feeling vulnerable/safe enough to show Ozzie his scars and broken horns. Now get ready for Ozzie feeling vulnerable/safe enough to show Fizz a more monstrous form of his. (No this is not me wanting more monstrous Ozzie with Fizz. What gave you that idea..../hides)

-Potential follow-up to that last one: monstrous Ozzie going on a rampage, only to be soothed by Fizz.

Honorable mentions go to the Tango de Roxanne drama theme I wrote about (with this as a potential add-on) and the Complicated Sinking Ship BlitzFizz idea I shared too.

Feel free to add on if you'd like. Or if you want me to keep coming up with more prompts, that's fine too. Either way, I hope you like these ideas!

#helluva boss #fizzarolli #helluva asmodeus #ozzie #fizzmodeus #fizzarozzie #helluva mammon #blitzo #implied stolitz #fizzmodeus prompts

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amazing--ace · 6 months

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Fic idea were after multiple failed attempts to prevent the war by traveling back in time, on Springer’s last jump the timemaze breaks and leaves him stranded. With seemingly no other choice, he must seek out the original creator of the timemaze, Tarantulas, to recreate it. Right now in the current timeline Tarantulas is still known as Mesothulas and has yet to be thrown into the noisemaze. Springer figures he can work with this and convince Tarant- scratch that, Mesothulas, to help him. However upon his arrival he is greeted by the sight of Impactor’s ship and realizes that he’s too late and Meso is already being deal with. Lacking time or options, Springer ambushes Impactor and steals the suit needed to pass Meso’s radioactive moat, off of him.

He then retrieves his own past self, which is an admittedly eerie experience, and rescues Meso from the noisemaze. Springer sets up base at an abandoned wrecker hideout. When Meso finally comes to, he is immediately hostile towards Springer once realizing that it’s not prowl in the suit (which springer continues to wear to keep his true identity a secret) and demands answers for various rapid fire questions such as: “Where’s Ostaros? Where’s Prowl? Who are you? Where am I?”.

Becoming even more visibly agitated when Springer refuses to give him any straight answers. Meso only calms down and start to co-operate, when springer brings out Ostaros. Who is smiling without a care and seems quite happy to be here.

From there, Meso enters into an uneasy agreement to build whatever it is this stranger wants so badly, in order to ensure the safety of him and his son. All while fully intending to just find a way to murder him first and then escape with Ostaros of course.

Like a puzzle, Springer is only giving small and vague pieces of the machine that he wants meso to rebuild. In hopes that this will keep him from figuring out what Springer wants and learning how to create time travel. Meanwhile Prowl is at his wit’s end trying to find out where Mesothulas and Ostaros are now, and also the identity of the mysterious bot who took them.

#Springer #Tarantulas #Mesothulas #Ostaros #Transformers #transformers idw #I want to write this so bad but I fear I need to level up my writing skills severely first :(

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thena0315 · 6 months

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It would have been nice to see a 11 member lineup of the elite squad

#special operations squad #levi squad #levi ackerman #eren jaeger #petra ral #eld jinn #oluo bozado #gunther schultz #mikasa ackerman #armin arlert #sasha blouse #jean kirschstein #connie springer #attack on titan

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artsy-hobbitses · 9 months

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While on the subject if ttb was anime. How many eps/ seasons would you think it would run for ?

Oh good question 8U

Season 1 - Prequel to the war, A Rebellion Divided Arc (12 eps)

- Characters in focus are OP/Megs, Senator Shockwave, Bee, Jazz/Prowl, Starscream, the Lambo Twins, Drift, Mirage and Hotrod

- This is because their backgrounds inform a lot of the major worldbuilding/pushes the narrative.

Season 2 - First quarter of the War (26 eps)

- All other characters are properly introduced here, as is the rest of the worldbuilding

Season 3 - Second quarter of the War, Prometheus (ie. Rung) in Plain Sight Arc (26 eps)

- Rung, Springer, Isaac and Sari Sumdac, Windblade, Chromia and Lightbright introduced as new characters here.

- Drift joins the Autobots, Thundercracker leaves the Cons

- Zeta Prime introduced as a major antagonist, main arc concerns the reveal of who Rung actually is, and getting Rung to remember who they are/unlock their abilities to deal with Zeta who is attempting to weaponize a brainwashed Sari—made in Rung’s image—after he managed to recapture Isaac, who was betrayed by former ally Shockwave, and forcefully reprograms Sari (SHE GETS BETTER DON’T WORRY!!) .

Season 4 - Third quarter of the War, Sands Of Time Arcs (26 eps)

- Elita-1 and Co. introduced here.

- Functionist Universe established as a splinter continuity, and is part of the main Time Travel arc.

- Destruction of Main Autobot Base, as they move operations to Griffin Rock

- Sunstreaker leaves the Autobots

- Matrix is revealed to contain the souls of former Primes who were trapped there via Liege Maximo’s machinations

- Starscream has left the ‘Cons midway of the season—before the base destruction—and is in prison by the end of this season, but is mysteriously broken out against his will by Shockwave who seems to have taken over the ‘Cons, in the season’s last episode.

Season 5 - Fourth quarter of the War, Antilla’s Fury/Unicron Arc + finale (26 eps)

- Starscream is the new ‘face of the Decepticons’ and secretly a double agent for the Autobots as Shockwave works in the shadows.

- Sunstreaker returns to the Autobots

- Reveal of the truth of what happened in the Antillan War

- Matrix divided among 10 Bots and Cons (still loyal to Megatron) who are chosen as the champion of the 10 Primes within it to deal with Unicron

#Save for Later #humanformers au

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Despite the occasionally visceral and often rebellious nature of his poetry, Benjamin Zephaniah, who has died aged 65 of a brain tumour, had such wide appeal in the UK that he became something close to a national treasure, attracting devotion among all classes and types of people, young as well as old.

With a down-to-earth mission to take poetry wherever he could – and especially to those who would not normally read it – his reach also extended to other parts of the world, where he was respected as a writer and performer who could be relied upon to speak his mind with forthrightness, honesty and self-effacing humour.

From an unpromising start to life in Birmingham, Zephaniah hauled himself into the public eye during the early 1980s by hitching himself to a post-punk caravan of streetwise performance poets such as John Cooper Clarke, Attila the Stockbroker and, at a slightly greater remove, Linton Kwesi Johnson – all of whom eschewed the abstract in favour of writing with a fierce political edge about everyday life.

Focusing initially on the debilitating effects of racism, including through his breakthrough poem Dis Policeman Keeps on Kicking Me to Death, Zephaniah later branched out to consider other topics that were close his heart, including unemployment, homelessness and, as a vegan from the age of 13, animal rights.

In addition to writing novels for adults, he also harnessed his talent for simple language to become a bestselling author for teenagers, with books such as Talking Turkeys (1994) and Windrush Child (2020) that became standard school reading material in multicultural Britain.

Zephaniah was born Benjamin Springer in the Hockley area of Birmingham to Oswald Springer, a post office worker, and Leneve (nee Wright), a nurse, who had emigrated to Britain from Barbados and Jamaica respectively. He had a twin sister, Velda, and six other siblings. Experiencing racism as a child on an almost daily basis, he also felt unhappiness at home, where his father was a distant and violent figure, especially to his mother. When he was 10, after Leneve had received an especially savage beating, she and Benjamin went on the run together.

Living a hand-to-mouth existence, the pair never returned, leaving the other children of the family in estrangement. The dislocation that followed had its effect on Zephaniah: at 13 he was expelled from Broadway school, later spending time in borstal, while in his late teens he was imprisoned for various offences, including affray and burglary.

Poetry, Rastafarianism and an iron will were his salvation. Realising that he was going to face further longer spells in jail or even an early death through gang-related violence, at the age of 22 he left Birmingham and headed for London to be a poet.

One of his first memories of composing poetry had come as a small boy while walking to the corner shop, and, though dyslexic, he had inherited from his mother a great lyrical facility. By the age of 15 he had a reputation as a wordsmith, and when the elders of his mother’s church, feeling he had a prophet-like quality with language, dubbed him Zephaniah (“treasured by God”), the name stuck.

In London he became part of the punk, reggae and alternative comedy scenes, reading his poems during breaks at gigs. His first collection of poetry, Pen Rhythm, was published in 1980 by a co-operative, after which, like Johnson, he began to turn to dub poetry, adding reggae music to his words with a debut album, Rasta (1982).

Soon in demand for radio, TV and film work, Zephaniah played Moses in the film Farendj in 1990 and had a TV play, Dread Poets Society, screened by the BBC the following year. His first novel, Face, about a young man whose life is dramatically changed by facial injuries he receives while joyriding, was published in 1999, but in the preceding years he had continued to produce a steady stream of poetry collections, including The Dread Affair (1985), Inna Liverpool (1988), City Psalms (1992) and Propa Propaganda (1996).

In addition to his 14 poetry books and seven dub poetry albums, over the years he produced further novels and children’s books, as well as seven plays. Among his more high-profile acting roles was a stint as the street preacher Jeremiah Jesus in the TV drama series Peaky Blinders.

In later life he moved from London to Lincolnshire, where he lived quietly, notwithstanding the energy he threw into countless projects. Although committed to widening access and undermining elites, Zephaniah saw this as compatible with academic work, and in 2011 accepted the post of professor of poetry and creative writing at Brunel University, where he was a regular, friendly presence in the staffroom and a committed, hardworking lecturer.

More recently he had been spending three months of the year in China, where he practised tai chi, but, despite his largely peaceable nature, he remained an angry man with a punk sensibility, identifying, he said, most easily with anarchism and observing that “when I see what people have to put up with from their governments, I’m surprised they don’t rise up more often”.

Consistently radical to the end, he refused the offer of an OBE in 2003, and 15 years later scotched any idea that he might become the poet laureate in succession to Carol Ann Duffy by explaining in poetic form: “Don’t take my word, go check the verse / Cause every laureate gets worse”.

His 1990 marriage to Amina, a theatre administrator, ended in divorce in 2001.

🔔 Benjamin Obadiah Iqbal Zephaniah, poet and author, born 15 April 1958; died 7 December 2023

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#just for books #benjamin zephaniah #in memoriam

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