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kanekisfavoritegf · 1 year
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20 Something
“How you ain't say you was movin' forward?
Honesty hurts when you're gettin' older
I gotta say I'll miss the way you need me, yeah”
Musician of the week - SZA
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“Oh fuck- Eren right there.” You moaned out as eren pounded into you over and over. He is whole body was hot and covered in sweat. His brown hair was in a bun, tied up with a silk scrunchie he had stolen from you a while back.
You did your best to memorize everything about this moment. The way his eyes furrowed when he felt your cunt squeeze down on him harder than usual. The way a few of his baby hairs clung to his forehead. The way his calloused hands caressed your face tenderly.
Everything was perfect.
He was perfect.
You should’ve never agreed to sleep with him months ago when he offered to become your friend with benefits, But you were young and dumb in your 20s. You thought you could handle a casual relationship with someone, especially with Eren, who you’ve known your entire life. You fell in love with him after his fifth night over.
Even after months and months of this little arrangement, you kept your feelings quiet, not wanting to ruin the friendship that you two had.
But tonight, he came over telling you this would be the last night you two would be together. Confessing that he had developed feelings for Mikasa, a close friend of the two of you.
Instead of crying or confessing, you slowly pulled him to your bed and started stripping your clothes. You did your best to remember everything that he did the way his tongue flicked at your clit. The sound of his moans. The way he fucked you with so much passion and love despite knowing he’d never give you what you wanted.
And when it was all over, he kissed your forehead and asked for your luck, and walked out of your apartment, your scrunchie still wrapped around his hair.
Only when he was gone could you let your emotions take over. Your sobs echoed in your room. The scent of him still lingered, and the memory of his body was still fresh in your mind. He hadn’t been gone more than ten minutes, and yet you thought to yourself, “I wish he were here.”
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kanekisfavoritegf · 1 year
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The Weekend
I gotta say I'm in the mood for a little bit more of that
I mean I'm saying what kind of deal, just two days?
I need me at least 'bout four of them, more of them
More you on me, on us
Just tell me you want me
Musician of the Week -SZA
warnings: smut, unprotected sex, cheating, toxic behavior
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Armin should feel guilty for what he is doing to Annie, he really should; but he can’t.
How could he when your walls squeezed down on him so tight?
He loved hearing the way you moaned into his neck. He loved to see the scratches and bite makes you leave. He loved it all. He loved you.
Each time he fucked you, he fucked you like it was his last time. With passion, with neediness.
Even now, while you were at Annie’s house, a few rooms down from the living room where all your friends were passed out drunk. Armin pumped into you fast and hard while still being in control of his movements. He left kisses and bites along your neck as you struggled to keep down all of your moans and gasps.
“Leave her, Armin.” You'd pant into his ear.
“I will. I will.” He said while huffing. He bit the top of your ear gently. Not enough to make you bleed, but enough to pull another moan.
“I want more.” Armin knew that you weren't talking about sex. He knew that at any given time, you’d be ready to take her place.
“Are you close, baby?” You could only moan at his question, squeezing down on him a little. Making him whine into your ear. Of course, you were close; he knew exactly how to make your body react.
As you came, you bit into his shoulder to mute yourself. This resulted in Armin climaxing right after you.
Watching him come down from his high was always a euphoric sight. He looked heavenly, with his cheeks flushed and eyes glazed over. The sweat that covered his body shined in a certain way.
And as the two of you lay beside each other, you realized whose room this was. Who's bed you just fucked on. Whose sheets were now covered in your and Armin’s arousal.
You looked to the right of you to see a picture of Annie and Armin, him kissing her cheek.
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kanekisfavoritegf · 1 year
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Good Days
Still wanna try, still believe in
Good days, always
Always inside (always in my mind, always in my mind, mind)
Good day living in my mind
Musician of the Week - SZA
warnings: smut, toxic behavior (kinda), oral(f. Receiving) mating press
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It had been years since you had seen him. He hadn’t changed one bit, unlike you, who was a completely different woman. In your eyes, you had lost your youthful glow since college, but Kishibe seemed to see the same young woman he had fallen in love with all those years ago.
You were in the second semester of your freshman year of college when you met him. He had saved you from a very dangerous devil one sunny afternoon when you were on your way to class.
After your first encounter, you decided to make the first move, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek when he offered to walk you home that night. And as you pulled your lips away from his face, he suddenly placed a finger under your chin and pressed his lips onto yours gently.
One small kiss. That’s all it took you to fall in love with Kishibe.
At first, your days with him were full of flowers and kisses, and your nights were full of passionate and lustful sex.
But after a year, you found yourself distancing yourself from your friends, throwing yourself into Kishibe, and drowning in the love you had for the older man.
He didn’t mean to do it on purpose, and neither did you. But you were young and naive. So when he said, “I wish you would spend more time on me.” you sacrificed your friends for your love.
Until one night, you had had enough. It was the fifth day in a row going out with Quanxi to go drinking and coming home early in the morning the next day. You had spent your night worrying something had happened to him. He hadn’t picked up any of your calls or any of your messages. The last text you had gotten from him was at eight A.M., saying,
“I’m going on a mission. I'll see you later tonight.”
It was now three in the morning the next day. You watched as he stumbled in drunk off his ass, and you got up from the couch of his room to help him in. You carried his body weight as he leaned into your neck, kissing it a little.
“Areyoumygirlfriend?” He slurred, too drunk off his mind.
“Not anymore.” You responded with sadness laced in your voice. With a loud thud, you threw his body onto his bed and began to strip him of his outside clothes.
“Why not?” He questioned with a frown on his face.
“I’m worried that I’m wasting the best of me on you.” Your lip quivered as you said this, tears forming ever so slightly. “And you don’t care.”
“Oh.” is all he said as he curled up in his bed. You kissed his forehead and walked out the door, never looking back again.
Years passed, and you sat on his couch next to him, just like you had dozens of times when you were younger. You were a lawyer now, a representative for the public Devil Hunters working for the Japanese Government. You had assumed Kishibe had gone private in the years you had separated. So, of course, you were flustered beyond belief to see the man beside Denji, the boy you were representing in an accidental death on the job.
So flustered by him, you mindlessly agreed to have dinner and catch up.
So flustered by him, you agreed to come home with him for a glass of red wine.
So flustered by him and his unchanging looks, you didn’t stop him when he kissed and bit you all over your lips and neck as he dragged your body with his onto his bed.
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Your moans were so loud the occupants of the other apartments could probably hear you through the walls of his apartment, but you didn’t care. Your legs shook uncontrollably as Kishibes tongue delved into you along with his fingers. His grip on your thighs was so tight they would leave dark marks across your scratch marks. His eyes never left your face as he watched your cum for the third time that night.
He was entranced by you. Everything about you. From the first moment he had seen you, you had always managed to take away his breath. He could practically feel his heart stop when he saw you again for the first time in years.
You had been heavy in his mind ever since the day you had walked out. He’d be damned if he let you go again. So as he pushed his dick into you slowly, he made sure to fuck you like you with such need and passion that would make you know he never wanted to leave again.
With each brutal thrust and scream of his name, you felt yourself become closer and closer. He needed you. And you needed him.
“Be mine again, Y/N.” He moaned into your ear. You couldn’t respond. You were too fucked out to even think. Your eyes rolled back as drool slowly dripped down your chin as he held your legs to your chest. He knew that you couldn't form a sentence. But it didn’t stop him from asking once more,
“Be mine. Still wanna try, still believe in-”
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kanekisfavoritegf · 1 year
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Normal Girl
The type of girl, I know your fellas they'd be proud of
Uh, be proud of, uh, be proud of, uh, be proud of, boy you know
Normal girl, oh
I wish I was a normal girl, oh my
How do I be, how do I be your baby?
Musician of the week - SZA
warnings: none just fluff
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“Why are you so nervous? You’ve already met Gojo, and he is the worst of the worst.” Your boyfriend of eight months spoke into your ear softly as his arms wrapped around your waist, hugging you from the back.
“Well, for one thing, Nanami, I didn’t even get a chance to talk to Gojo. You pulled me out of your room and walked me all the way home before I could even say, “Hi”.”
“And the other thing?” he said.
“I’m different from all of you.” You spoke out, staring at the frosting and fruit that lay on your countertop.
“Different?” He said, confusion laced in his tone.
“Yes, different, Kento. I’m not a curse user. I literally bake cakes and lay in bed all day.” You let out a deep sigh; as you began decorating the cake before you. “I don’t know how to relate to people who spend their days putting their lives on the line to go fight invisible monsters all day.
“Curses.” He said before dropping his arms and dripping his hands into the frosting.
“What?” You said, turning your head to him.
“They are called Curses, not monsters, love.”
“You see what I mean!” The things I know are quite limited due to you, keeping almost everything confidential.” I’m not a normal Kento.” You frowned a little before you heard Nanami let out the loudest laugh you’d ever heard him make.
“Not normal? You? Not a normal girl?” He clutched his belly.
“You know what I mean.” You huffed out, cheeks feeling hot from embarrassment. “I’m not your type of normal. The type who goes out fighting and has millions of dollars at my disposal.”
“You have a very fucked up perception of normal.” Your boyfriend raised his hand under your chin, raising it to make you face him. Slowly he gave you a soft kiss. It was warm and tasted like sugar, and when he lifted his lips from yours, he took a second to gaze at your appearance; before leaning back in to kiss you again.
“You are perfectly normal. The most normal girl in the world.” He smiled down at you, “And they will love you because I love you.
Who knew being called normal would give you such butterflies?
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