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TRINKETS- ELLIE WILLIAMS (fluff/100% sfw)

⚠️: men and minors dni. here’s the ellie williams fluff we’ve all wanted! short & sweet & not sad ♡ enjoy! xoxo (kinda edited)

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it almost could be considered a shrine of sorts at this point. your girlfriend frequently brought you back things from patrol— she either thought you’d like it or if it reminded her of you. ellie lived for the way your eyes would light up when she showed you something she brought back just for you.

the first item ellie ever brought you back was a simple golden locket. heart-shaped and engraved with flowers around the edges. you made ellie pose for a polaroid picture, which you ended up gluing into the locket. you always wear the necklace, telling ellie it means she’s always close to your heart, no matter how far apart you may be that day. it’s simply your most prized possession.

the second gift is one that lives on your bed. ellie had brought you back a pink stuffed rabbit about a month into your relationship. she heard how worried you’d be while she was gone, so she got you a buddy to help with the anxiety. she even lets you spray it with her cologne when you get too upset about her leaving. while you still worry, you now feel calmer on your nights alone with a piece her to cuddle with. ellie definitely doesn’t keep a polaroid picture of you sleeping with it in her pocket to look at on patrols. definitely not.

another gift came soon after a drunken confession. it was spilled that you wish you could paint your nails like in the old magazines passed around jackson. dina had agreed with you, “yeah, i think i could definitely pull off a deep red color. it’d be cool to do.” unbeknownst to you, ellie had spent three months worth of patrols trying to find you some nail polish. forest fairy green, golden goose, sparkly pony pink, pink panthers, wine o’clock red, in bloom blue, and black 01 were given to you one wednesday after her patrol. you started crying after giggling about the silly names. “why are you crying? do you feel okay?” ellie frantically searched your face. you smiled through your tears, “i love you so much. i just can’t believe you remembered.” she kissed your forehead, “anything for my best girl. love you always.” safe to say you shared your red with dina so you could have matching nails with your friend.

the most recent post-patrol gift given to you was a cookbook. ellie had explained her and jesse explored an old bookstore, leading to some fun discoveries. after coming to jackson, it was soon discovered by everyone that you were massively talent when it came to cooking. plus, you’ve always taken pride in cooking dinner for both you and ellie. cooking together was also a favorite of both of yours. you’ve shared many wine and cooking date nights together.

committed to going on patrol one day to return the favor, you had finally convinced ellie to let you go on a safe supply run with jesse. it only took you five months of begging. ellie almost cried tears of happiness when you brought her back a leather bound journal. she had immediately noticed the three page long love letter, lipstick kiss, and polaroid picture of you two you’d put in the first few pages. to say it quickly became her most prized possession would be an under statement. she took it around with her frequently. it was her second little reminder of you when you two were apart. a lot of pages held little physical moments of your love together. she couldn’t have ever asked for a better gift or girlfriend.

you were on your back, legs spread as your man devoured you. the length of time you were like this was long forgotten as you felt your orgasm nearing for the fourth time tonight. “i c-can’t baby i n-need a breakkk.” your legs were tired and shaking, but you knew better than to disobey your boyfriend. even if it meant you being here all night. “ion care hold ‘em up or ima add another hour.”

an hour? this man has snatched three, almost four, orgasms out of you in an hour? you felt like you’ve been here forever. his long tongue knocked you out of your thoughts. moving up and down your pussy, licking and slurping up your juices as he brought you to ecstasy. once you felt two of his long, slender fingers start working themselves into your walls you screamed. the noise ripped out of your lungs as he quickly dug into you, mouth steadily wrapped around your clit as your body shook. “o-oooo g-godddd.”

was all that was said before your juices rushed out of you, soaking the bed and the bottom of your man’s face. you watched him stand up. tall, toned figure looming over yours as he rid himself of his boxers. his dick slapped against his stomach, tip almost touching his bellybutton as precum ran down the sides.“s’not god mama..it’s jus me. now stay just like that so i can take care of you aight?”

connie, onyankopon, aran, tanaka

inspired by @c0lt4five

The entitlement is crazy like is it that hard too see that other races exist cause it must be nice to be the default ლ(ಠ_ಠ ლ)ლ(ಠ_ಠ ლ) shout out to black writers your work should never go unnoticed

please do not comment shit like this on my page. it is not a compliment that you like my stuff but have the black reader tag blocked. if you haven’t noticed MY WHOLE BLOG IS FOR BLACK PEOPLE. Every! Single! Story!!! go read something else if curly hair makes you upset

So fine💞

Did this without any references, just pure imagination and memory so it looks wonky..

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Boy next door!Eren

Part 3 (Part 1 | Part 2)

warnings: 18+, NSFW⚠️ , perv!Eren, some exhibitionism at the end hehe

note: *inserts “omg! it’s happening!” gif from The Office lol*

Boy next door!Eren who you know is probably watching you right now as you were leaned against your kitchen counter, wearing the pretty pink lingerie he got you earlier this week.

You were drinking your morning coffee and reading your book, which he looked into btw and learned that it’s actually a smutty book. He lets out a guttural whine at the fact that you were doing all these things in the early hours of the morning.

Naughty girl!Y/n 🙈

Boy next door!Eren who knows he shouldn’t be doing this. His roommates could walk into the kitchen any moment!

Yet, he continues to stroke himself to you. His pretty neighbor wearing the lingerie that he anonymously got for you. He wonders if you knew it was from him. You didn’t say anything about it, but you obviously knew because why else would you be torturing him right now? His pretty neighbor that he’s been dying to sink his teeth into for months. His pretty neighbor that he knows for a fact has the softest skin. His pretty neighbor that always smells so fucking good. Fuck, your sweet scent is practically imbedded in his nostrils by now. His pretty neighbor that he jerks himself off to, practically every other night using your instagram photos. They’re just normal photos of you, but that’s more than enough for him.

Boy next door!Eren who grips the edge of the sink, knuckles turning white as he pumps himself faster with his other hand, wanting to let it all out before his roommates wake up or before you decide to torture him more by stepping out of view.

Fuck, you’re so beautiful.

Boy next door!Eren who lets out quiet grunts, and moans your name in a whisper.

“Sh-shiiitttt… Y/n… p-please… look at me baby…” As if you heard him or somehow read his mind, you finally glanced over at him through the window. You expected to see him staring, sure, but you didn’t expect to see desperate!Eren’s orgasm face.

Again, you got more than you bargained for. 🤭

Boy next door!Eren who came in his pajama pants when you finally locked eyes with him. His eyebrows furrowed together, eyelids low, mouth agape, and his bare chest quickly rising and falling as he tries to catch his breath.

Boy next door!Eren who, once he comes to, suddenly feels embarrassed and quickly leaves the kitchen to clean himself up. He takes a burning hot shower, cringing at himself for being such a goddamn pervert. First he bought you lingerie, and now he jerks off to you… in front of you.

You couldn’t help but feel so flattered… so… satisfied. It makes you want to kick your feet and twirl your hair.

…Dare are we say, sadist!Y/n? 👀

Boy next door!Eren who has flowers sent to you later that day as an apology. He doesn’t know why it’s suddenly eating him up inside when you’ve clearly been okay with it this whole time. I mean, you literally put yourself on display for him this morning…

Sigh, he’s so cute.

Boy next door!Eren who suddenly becomes the shy one, come monday morning.

“Erennnnn~” You whine. “Y-Yeah?” He looks at you for a second, but then quickly looks back at his textbook. Oh how the tables have turned. “Why aren’t you talking to me?” You pout, as if nothing happened. “Huh? Oh, sorry gorgeous… I was… reading something…” Liar. “Look at me.” He does so, hesitantly. You leaned in close and whispered, “Thank you for the set. It fit perfectly, don’t you think? Was it how you envisioned it?” He swallowed hard as your breath fanned against his ear, “…Mhm…” You smiled mischievously, “Maybe you should come over sometime, y’know, so you don’t have to peek through the window anymore. Would you like that?” He fights the urge to shove his tongue down your throat right now, remembering you guys were still in class. He clears his throat, “I-I’d love that…”

Yeah, you knew he would.

Boy next door!Eren who’s writhing, sitting on the corner of your bed, when you stepped out of your closet wearing a dark green lingerie set.

“Ohhh fuuck me…” He says under his breath. “You like? I figured I should get something to match your eyes.” You did a little twirl. You’re trying to kill him, is that it? It’s taking everything in him to hold back from just grabbing you, and taking you right then and there.

But you’d probably like that, wouldn’t you? 🙂‍↕️

Boy next door!Eren who says fuck it and grabs you by the hips, pulling you to him. You straddled his lap, hands going straight into his hair, and captured his lips in an overdue kiss.

His hands roamed over your body, gripping and squeezing everything. You tried to pull away for breath, but he wouldn’t let you. He quickly latches onto your lips again, finally getting to shove his tongue down your throat.

He’s not wasting anymore time.

“E-Eren… air…” You whimpered, breathless. He moves his lips to your jaw, “Sorry baby.” He leaves a trail of open mouthed kisses down your neck, nipping your sensitive skin here and there. You tug on his hair when he sucks a bit roughly. That’s gonna leave a mark for sure. He looks up at you with a lazy, blissed out, smile on his face. He’s so gone.

Desperate!Eren can’t get enough of you.

Boy next door!Eren whose dick is so hard for you, it hurts. His pretty pink tip is leaking so much pre, it’s starting to seep through his jeans. Good thing he just installed your new washer and dryer not too long ago.

“You’re such a perv, Eren.” You hissed, almost sounding angry if it weren’t for the hint of sultriness in your tone. You grind your hips against his, moaning at the feeling of his erection poking at your heat. “You like it, though. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be here right now.” He leaves a few love bites on your cleavage. “I love it.” You threw your head back as he kneaded your ass cheeks, letting out a yelp when he gave ‘em a nice smack.

Boy next door!Eren who finally fucks the shit out of you. He flips you onto your stomach and pulls your hips up to meet his; continuing his relentless pace. Your room was filled with moans and groans, and the sound of skin slapping against skin. He leans forward to talk pure filth into your ear, pressing his chest against your back.

He licks the shell of your ear, making you clench around him. “Nnngh, don’t do that baby.” He groans. “You’ll make me bust fast, and I wanna make this last.” He thrusts harder, splitting you open with his dick. “Been dreaming about this pussy since I first saw you around campus.” He what? His arm snakes around to your front, a veiny hand coming up to wrap around your throat, “Ohh f-fuck… it was worth the wait.” Your head was spinning. “Eren!” You choked out through broken moans; gripping the sheets, your pillows, whatever you could get your hands on. “You know how.. sh-shiiitt.. how h-happy I was when I found out we had.. m-mutual friends?” His deep chuckle vibrates through your back. “And then the h-house next door to you w-went on the market, hah! I couldn’t help but th-think this was fate!” He sounds delirious. “E-Eren… I-I’m gonna cum!” His hold around your neck tightens slightly, “Yeah?” He picks up his pace, “Cum for me baby.” And you do. Your eyes rolled back as your pussy pulsated around him. Thighs trembling as he doesn’t relent, nails digging into the mattress. “You’re so good for me… my pretty girl.” His thrusts start to get a little sloppy. “I’m gonna fill you up every fucking day.” His hand that was around your neck moves higher, sticking two fingers down your throat. The sound of your gag was the last straw, before he’s shooting ropes after ropes of his seed in you. “Fuckfuckfuck, take it all.”

Boy next door!Eren who’s now boyfriend!Eren, gets to have his way with you whenever and wherever. You ride him on his bike, he fucks you against the lockers in the men’s locker room on campus, you give him head in your car and at the movie theater, he feels you up at restaurants…

You name it.

“Eren…” You quietly scolded him. “What?” He looks around the classroom, “No one is even paying attention. Half of them are either too busy taking notes, or falling asleep. C’mon, just a little swipe up your slit.” He whispers. His hand gently squeezed the inside of your thigh, before inching up under your dress. “I just want a little taste…” “Eren, we literally had sex right before we left for class.” “And? That was over an hour ago.” “I can still feel some of your cum seeping out of me.” You roll your eyes. “Mmph, love when you talk like that baby.” “You’re so ann-“ You bit your bottom lip to conceal your gasp when his fingers slip inside your panties. “Hm? What was that?” He uses two fingers to spread your folds, and then swipes his finger up from your entrance to your clit, rubbing in slow small circles. “Hnngh… b-babe…you said j-just a swipe…” Your nails carved into your textbook. “Shh,” he brings his fingers to his mouth and gives them a quick lick, his eyes rolling back as he tastes you. “Be a good girl and keep it down, alright?” He brings his fingers back to your pussy, “Wouldn’t want to interrupt Professor Ackerman’s lecture…”

Boyfriend!Eren who still likes to go back to your roots once in a while. He’ll buy you new lingerie, and even though he can just come over freely now… he still likes to watch you from next door, as you parade around in your kitchen wearing nothing but the newest set he got for you.

…Fuckin perverts.

My man always put me first ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

i am NOT done yapping about how in love husband! katsuki is with his dear wife.

you were curled up on the couch later that night, katsuki’s arm draped around your shoulders while you scrolled through twitter again. he was half-asleep, head tilted back against the cushions, soft breaths leaving his lips.

just as you were about to close the app, another tweet popped up on your feed— one that made you freeze.

original tweet: "yeah babe gimme a minute, js fighting crime rn"

underneath was a blurry, mid-action shot of katsuki during a recent mission. in one hand, his phone was visible, screen lit up, while his other hand was mid-explosion, sending a villain flying backward.

the kicker? he was grinning at his phone. not his usual battle-hungry, determined smirk. no, this was softer. goofy. a full-blown, lovesick idiot smile.

the kind of smile he only ever gave you.

"oh my god. katsuki," you whispered, shaking his arm. "wake up."

he groaned, cracking one eye open. "what now?"

you shoved the phone in his face. "explain."

he squinted at the screen, brow furrowing. his jaw immediately clenched when he recognized himself in the picture.

meanwhile, twitter had already decided:

- "hero of the year goes to dynamight for texting his wife while fighting crime."

- "bro’s out here fighting for his life and still prioritizing his girl. goals."

- "im jealous. getting a text back while he's FIGHTING VILLAINS IS CRAZYYY"

his mouth opened. closed. then he groaned, scrubbing a hand down his face. "shit. didn't think they got that on camera."

"you didn’t think holding your phone in the middle of a fight would get caught on camera?"

"i was multitaskin'!" his ears were bright red.

"oh, for fuck's sake," you huffed, half-frustrated, half-melting into a puddle of affection. "is this why you said 'one sec babe, busy' that one time like you were busy with, oh, i don't know, paperwork instead of fighting a damn villain?"

"i had it under control," he grumbled, running a hand over his face. "was just checkin’ in on you."

"checking in?" you echoed, laughing. "you were literally detonating someone with your other hand!"

he groaned. "s’not my fault. needed to text my girl. s'not a crime."

your heart stuttered. "while fighting villains?"

"yeah, well...ya texted first."

you blinked. "so this is my fault?"

"yeah," he crossed his arms, cheeks turning pink. "maybe if ya didn’t make me smile like a fuckin’ idiot, i wouldn’t get caught slackin’. you seemed excited over something... figured you'd wanna talk."

your heart stopped for a second, warmth flooding through you.

"you’re such a dumbass," you said softly, leaning in to kiss his cheek. you leaned up, wrapping your arms around his neck, nuzzling into him. "missed me that much, huh?"

he huffed but didn’t stop you, his arms tightened around you, his embarrassment giving way to quiet satisfaction. "yeah, yeah. always miss you."

and the next time you texted him during work, you made damn sure to add:

"don't text back. fight the damn villains first."

he didn’t listen, obviously.

"they can wait. they know how important my wife is."

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

More Dominican!Connie content <33!! Since I been rping with my mootie Leno lately using him

tagging- @backwzzds @c0lt4five

Connie Springer x black fem reader

Dominican!Connie who tried all the different Jarito soda flavors with you when you said you didn’t really have a favorite flavor! Your favorite flavor ended up being lime lemon, which he was distraught at and got in a whole argument with you about.

Connie sipped his mango jarito looking at you with a judgmental look as you sipped your lime lemon jarito. He took a breath taking his lips off the soda.”So you really just drinking that shit so easily? You just be drinking nasty shit down your throat as it sizzles down there?”

You rolled your eyes at him sipping your soda in front of him annoyingly and teasingly.”I ain’t listening to the man who drinks PINEAPPLE PINA jarito soda, nasty ass Hispanic man..” he sucked his teeth at that.”Y’know what? Let’s ask around the whole neighborhood hood, I bet even Onyakopon is gonna think lime lemon is fucking atrocious.” You just sigh and let him grab your hand.

Dominican!Connie who puts you on to putting Lucas chamoy powder on gushers. You end up just always doing that to your candy because of Connie’s influence.

Connie smirked as he watched you sprinkle some Lucas chamoy candy powder onto your gushers.”Oh you wanna be me soooo bad.” He teased. You just rolled your eyes back.”You wanna share or something? That’s why you being an ass Con”Connie’s eyes lit up and he nodded making you just smile and sigh.

Dominican!Connie who loves him some DonJulio and practically all his sentences turn into straight up Spanish when he’s drunk and he gets so flirty with you.

When you and Connie were at Jean’s housewarming party he was all up on you in the empty kitchen while everyone was living it up in anywhere but where you both were. He was trailing sloppy kisses on your kiss and just mumbling Spanish in your ear. You moan a little but giggle trying to get him off as you whine.”Connnnn!~ we’re literally at your best friends house party baby.”

He just ignores that and starts feeling up on you more, gripping your waist and feeling on your ass through your bodycon dress.

Dominican!Connie who was literally such a fuckboy and playboy before he was blessed by your presence. This boy was the embodiment of any The Weekend or Bryson Tiller song. He was so much of a fuck boy he thought he could just woo you so easily the first time you met him. He was whiplashed when you humbled and bitched him instead!

You and him met at Eren’s birthday party, there were only a few others and personal family and friends there so you ended up talking to Connie in the living room in the house while everyone chilled outside.

He tried spitting some game at you but you shut that down instantly.”Aht aht! I ain’t one of your hoes Constance. Talk to me nice playboy..” he smirked when you said that and put his hands up in surrender as you were chest to chest with him.”Ah I got it mami! I’ll slow my rode with you hermosa.”

Dominican!Connie who’s friends see the effects you have on him in 5 months. He quite literally turns into a simp and not their flirty Dominican they know. He usually is always partying now he’s being seen on your Instagram account between your brown thighs. When he’s usually’s hanging with the boys at Eren’s house he’s cuddling with you.

Mmmm Dominican!Connie..

💕Would be a dream come true 💕

ೃ⁀➷ domesticity, könig

könig got off to watching you be a mother.

könig hated to admit it. the way he inevitably got turned on whenever he came home from long missions. the way whenever he’d walk through the front door of your home, muddy and dirty boots immediately being taken off by the welcome mat so he didn’t stain the innocence of your home with his trauma and duties from work—the bludge in his pants grew at the sight of how you lived such a domestic life.

he was sure his view was a sight that nearly every man wished for at some point in their life. he felt blessed. blessed that no one else at his base had the privilege to come home to this. with you holding a chubby baby full of fiery strawberry blonde curls—undoubtedly belonging to him—on your wide hips, so full from giving birth no more than two years ago.

your daughter was a bit on the paler side despite having beautiful brown skin, and you always wondered if your genes even fucking tried to show out for you when creating her. she looked and acted so much like her father, the only way to probe that she was yours were your shared lips and her having your hair texture. everything else belonged to könig.

“papa wird bald zu hause sein, kleine liebe,” you reassure your daughter of her father’s return home soon as she began to grow cranky, a daily sign of her missing him. you had just finished breastfeeding her, and that was evident in the way the majority of your tits stuck out like a sore thumb from one of your man’s thin wife beater shirts. hey, you were home alone with nothing but pretty trees and bush surrounding you.

könig couldn’t help but smile at the back of your head as you hummed her a little song as you stirred your pot of food. the way your braids were tied down in a bright pink bonnet, the way the fat of your grown woman body hung out of your booty shorts that did nothing to hide the swallow of your ass, and how your white painted toes filled themselves in your fur slippers. the primal hormones in him filled with testosterone practically rushed to the blood of his dick as he watched you dance around the kitchen with your pretty baby.

this how you got pregnant in the first place.

every day he was grateful he decided to snatch you up and take you back to his home country with him. the way you adapted to his culture the way he did yours—you made sure to teach your baby her two native languages, english and german.

no one knew where you were, and könig liked it that way. you three could play house in peace for the next few months, at least until his next deployment. it was the safest option for you. to take you both out the states where his personal life could possibly be exploited.

no one knew where in austria exactly könig was from, making it harder for anyone to possibly track down his pretty little family. you were able to work in peace without having to worry about someone finding about your husband’s real job and eventually figuring out where your daughter went to daycare. it was peaceful for you in austria. as far as the neighbors knew, your husband was in the military occasionally on long deployment missions.

not exactly a lie.

he was never 100% at ease leaving his two girls anywhere, but he knew that if you were at least living in a place that he knew like the back of his fucking hand, his anxiety would calm down just a bit while on missions.

you fall completely deaf to the sound around you as your daughter babbles in your ear while you cooked. the delicious aroma of your wonderful food fills your husband’s nostrils as he finally decides its time for him to finally come out the shadows.

your baby continued to babble things in german-english as you began to plate food only for yourself like you’d done for the past six months, completely unbeknownst to the masculine presence behind you.

“my pretty wife always manages to make such delicious meals,” the hoarse voice manages to startle you to the point where you drop your pot spoon on the floor. “been starved for a plate, lover.”

your daughter turns her head before you do, and immediately fights to be put down from your arms. at the sight of her father, she gives a bright two-toothed grin and opens her arms. “daddy daddy!”

könig wastes no time in ripping off his mask and plastering a big kiss on his baby’s cheeks. “meine hübsche prinzessin,” he greets, engulfing “been a good girl for mommy, yeah?” the ice blue eyes question as they falter over to you. you’re still standing in shock that könig chuckles at the innocence on your face. the same one he’s been in love with for years now.

he didn’t blame you though, you didn’t expect him back for at least another two months.

könig wastes no time in walking over to you, and of course the first place his hands touch are your wide hips. his pink lips smash onto your brown ones and he wastes no time in engulfing all of you into him.

he doesn’t miss the way that small tears fill his shirt. he knows you’ve been alone in a secluded area, in an almost foreign place where you hardly knew anyone. he knew how lonely you must of felt having to do all this by yourself. he was here for you now.

god, he missed you. his good, pretty little wife.

My babymama’s y’all they just so breathtaking ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

BOOMHAHAHAHAHAH

artist - @caitviolence on twt

Cooking for Abby..

wc.. 287

cw... none, just soft fluffy Abby

Thinking ab cooking for Abby…

If we're talking about in-game Abby, she's the type to do her absolute best to keep you from going on any patrols or supply runs, refusing to let you do anything that could put your life on the line. She prefers you to stay at your shared home, safe and comfy (if that's okay with you ofc). She loves it though, to be able to come home from long days of patrol and rough supply runs and have some of her favorite food made just for her. What's even better, is when she has her days off where she can just relax with you. She'll sit and watch you cook. Watching the precise movements that make you look like an expert. She thinks you look so beautiful in your element, singing and dancing to whatever song she'd picked out while making something just for her

If we're talking about modern au Abby, she's swooning as soon as she smells your cooking from the front door. In my head, she's a surgeon like her dad, so most of her shifts are long and stressful. Coming home to you cooking for her just melts some of that stress off. She'd come in to plant a few kisses on your cheek before taking a quick shower so she can hold you from behind while you finish dinner. Sometimes she'll put on some music and just sway your hips together or spin you around your cozy kitchen. In her eyes though, nothing beats being able to sit down and enjoy that dinner with you every night. It's her favorite part of the day and she wouldn't miss it for the world.

god, I need her :(