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☆ a degenerate hangout spot ft. dark fics.

WARNING; the following blog is only intended for mature audiences. dark content ahead, viewer discretion is advised.

requests; open.

☆ ( only for fun, beginner writer!! )

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𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒. 🍒 𝐘. 𝐎𝐊𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐒𝐔

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒;

hehim amab reader,

top reader.

𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇. it the third one in the span of five minutes, and nanami was never one to complain. all of the lights of your shared home had been turned down low in preparation for sleep, of which, nanami would not be participating in if this night was to follow the events of the last three.

"nanami?", you called, walking into the study. instantly, you hissed in irritation. it was clear that nanami had resorted to working in what looked like the inside of a lightbox in an attempt to keep himself awake. the numerous fluorescent lamps had been turned to their brightest setting, and your eyes stung already.

you watched as nanami's head swayed. a slow and torpid movement that wouldn't normally belong to him.

"nanami." you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. he looked at you, and your heart ached. his eyes were bloodshot and his skin was dull with exhaustion. his normally chiseled features now looked gaunt and sickly, emphasized by dark circles under brown eyes. you brushed your hand against his cheek. "come to bed?", you whispered.

he smiled and shook his head. "i have a meeting later tonight." the bright bluish-white light reflected on his face only deepened his tired lines. you grit your teeth.

after brutally hacking away at murderous curses at jujutsu tech— which was painfully understaffed, nanami would come home to you just to sit at his computer like a zombie: overworked and miserable. a nauseous rage welled up in your throat. "who even schedules a work meeting this late at night?", you couldn't help the venom that seeped into your voice.

"some... policy. discussing deadlines, making sure everyone is up to date.", nanami murmured. you rubbed deep circles into his shoulders. he rolled his head back with a groan, allowing you more space. your thumbs caught on a particularly hard knot slightly under his shirt collar.

you pulled back for a moment, and nanami's back slumped immediately. you rushed to shove several stack of papers and empty coffee mugs to the other side of his desk, and motion for him to sit. he did, albeit sluggishly, and you continued to knead into his skin. soft, trembling sighs left his lips. 'he hadn't even taken off his work shirt yet', you noted, and pulled his top over his head. you rubbed along the his sides. you missed this, missed his—

a blaring video call notification interrupted your thoughts. nanami sighed and reached for the mouse. you stopped him with a chaste kiss to his cheek.

"it's fine. i'll handle it.", you hummed. you were quick to turn off the camera function as nanami's name popped into view as joining the meeting. you pressed another kiss to his muscled arms, then another, then another, while a monotone voice from the laptop droned on.

" [ name ] , i have to..." nanami's voice died in his throat as you pressed your fingers into his hips, digging marks into the muscle underneath. he lurched forward with a start, a choked gasp escaping him. you hushed him and gestured to the laptop beside.

nanami shook his head desperately. he knew you well enough to understand where this was going and he didn't like it one bit. " [ na— ", nanami's resolve shattered as you captured his lips in a fervent embrace. "not now—" his pleas melted into deep whines. he wasn't sure if it was the lack of oxygen or the swelling exhaustion in his brain, but he swore his body was much more reactive than it would normally be.

your hand dipped into his briefs while the other fiddled with his front pant buttons. that familiar slick sensation met your fingertips, and as if on instinct, nanami's legs snapped shut. "e-enough...", he barely managed. he looked to you under lashes wet with frustration, and in that moment, you were sure you wanted to take all of his troubles away.

you shoved his thighs apart with a hiss and stole fistfuls of everything. nanami's breathing weighed heavy with need. you pinched and groped, manhandling in such a way that made the implications impossible to miss. his hips jerked, chasing the idea like a man depraved. you ran your fingers along the fatty folds of his cunt while you lapped at his throat, enjoying the feeling of his adam's apple pressing against the flat of your tongue while he panted for air.

nanami hooked his legs around your back to bring you close. your tongue left freezing stripes of saliva over his upper chest, along his jaw, and into the shell of his ear. a shiver ran down his spine, because that sloppy "shlk, shlk, shlk" invading his senses felt just as lewd as you plain bending him over and fucking him. it felt like you were stirring his dammed brain.

you rubbed his slit with feather-light grazes. with every trace, nanami's hips would follow in a phantom twitch.

you were a tease, and a terribly cruel one at that. nanami blinked tiredly. heat pooled in his stomach and left him with a dull ache. his expression was one of silent exasperation as you pulled away for the nth time. nanami clawed angry trails of red into your back. it was fair punishment though, he thought, for treating him like this.

finally, nanami felt that delicious breach in his core. his inner walls spasmed around your fingers, as if they held a magic touch of vitality. his chest trembled with shuddering breaths. you worked him open with strong scissoring motions, pulling what was left of his rationale apart into paper-thin threads. nanami's mouth fell open. "oh god...", he gasped.

your fingertips pressed rightly into his hole, rubbing raw the nerves that lit his body on fire. he could feel his heartbeat in his stomach. it was loud and desperate, unlike he'd ever felt it before. swears and clipped moans tumbled out of his lips. nanami's hips humped against your palm, forcing a faster tempo. his head slumped over your shoulder and his disheveled blonde hair tickled your face. his voice was high and more frantic now, orgasm approaching like a speeding freight train.

your thumb swiped viciously at his clit and stars burst behind his eyes. nanami's cunt clenched around your fingers. he keened. a bolt of pleasure ran through his spine like an electric current. nanami's open-mouthed groans sent ticklish vibrations into your chest, and you recalled how much you did enjoy hearing his voice.

his body seized for a moment, as if doused in freezing water, and you were suddenly hyper aware of the cool AC breeze on you forearm. a rushing stream of translucent fluid ran down your forearm while nanami twitched above you.

your ministrations slowed, guiding him back to reality.

you ran your hands along his back. "are you alright?"

"mmh..", he responded with a sleepy nod.

you discarded the— now soaked— suit pants that were hooked around his ankles.

"come to bed.", you repeated. it wasn't a question now, and either way, nanami was in no position to refuse. you pulled him up from the undersides of his thighs with a loud, 'squelch'.

you could see his reddening ears from the corner of your eye.

"sorry, i'll—"

you promptly interrupted him. "no more talking. just get some rest, okay?" he nestled his chin into the crook of your neck.

his body was warm.

"i'm disappointed to see your lack of participation today, kento. i hope this doesn't become a habit."

you glared at the banal voice coming from the laptop speaker. you had forgotten it was still there. it seemed that everyone else except the meeting host had been automatically muted. while you didn't care, you were sure it would save nanami a lot of embarrassment.

"i want to hear more of you in future meetings, ken—"

you slammed the laptop shut.

"shut the fuck up."

from now on, nanami would not be attending work meetings past 9PM.

[ nanami vag real i think. i’m very happy u guys like the aizawa thing si si ]

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Can you write a Reiner braun x scout make reader that takes place in S4 smut? If you don't watch aot then can you make a shigiraki x male pro hero smut?

sure!! hope you enjoy;

𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒,, 🦏 𝐁. 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒;

porn with plot, frotting,

hehim amab reader,

descriptions of hallucinations,

𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 the neck of the bottle of whiskey. it appeared dark and boundless in the low light of the bedroom.

the soft candle glow on his bedside table struck him with a certain comforting nostalgia. he always opted for flame lights; something about them eased a deep part of him.

he took a loud, struggling gulp of alcohol, hissing as it stung his throat. he’d been drinking often lately— at the odd hours of night when guilt and the faces of those he killed invaded his mind and ripped at his sanity. but, seeing the crushed corpses of those within the walls weren’t even the worst of it. it was remembering the eyes of those who were still alive: full of pure, unadulterated, repugnance— waiting for the day he’d die at their hands. he feared for the day he knew he’d see them again.

reiner took another swig of whiskey and his mind retreated to his days at the survey corps. brutish training and barely-edible slop afterwards. he could hardly stand it.

the hands of his fellow soldiers patting his shoulders, yelling praises of, “you can do it!”, and, “keep going!” while annie and bertolt stared at him with empty eyes. their eyes always looked that way; he remembered, for as long as they’d been in eldia. they were able to tune out everything they’d seen and experienced, all for the sake of the mission. but reiner didn’t work that way. he couldn’t disregard it all like them. every day, his mind was torn apart by the facade while his soul cried out for something real.

that was when he saw you.

you came to him like an angel at his worst moments. you accepted him, the entirety of him, and still remained by his side although you knew he had something to hide. something about him being a “bad liar”, you had said to him. he remembered your face back in the shiganshina district upon seeing him transform into the armored titan. you looked more sad than anything. you knew the next time you’d see eachother, it would be in a battle that was likely to kill one or both of you.

he saw you at nights he was most lonely.

tonight was one of them.

he peered at his open window where he saw your familiar silhouette slipping through. he didn’t recognize the black bodysuit wrapped in silver supports you were wearing today. he always saw you in your tattered brown scout uniform— what he remembered you in. now inside, you laid beside him on the bed and gently wrenched the alcohol bottle from his calloused fingers. your body felt strangely warm.

“ [ name ] …”, he whispered, unsure if what he was seeing was even real.

you hushed him with a finger to his lips. if you spoke, you knew you’d tell him everything. and you sure as hell wouldn’t risk the lives of the other scouts for a love affair that was sure to come to an end tomorrow. you pressed your lips to reiner’s.

“just humor me one more time.”

he nodded.

reiner followed with a feverish kiss. he shifted to straddle you, his movements urgent and restless. he had bumped his forehead against yours multiple times and practically tangled his lower half in the linen in the span of seconds.

you gripped his shoulders in a square reassurance. “slow down. we have all night,”, you parted from the kiss to say. reiner released a shaky breath.

your hands lowered to rest on his hips while he rutted against your clothed erection. he was always just as eager. someone like him didn’t get the opportunity to do this often.

reiner clumsily pulled off his clothing, then yours. fluid smeared over your torso as he pressed himself against you. he jerked desperately, groaning and cursing at the feeling of his cock catching on your own.

pre ran along your shafts— sticky and hot. reiner pulled closer and sighed deeply. a chill ran down your spine. reiner bit along your neck as his pace sped up, chasing that warm feeling in his stomach.

it wasn’t long before reiner keened and spurted cum all over your your abdomen. his muscled chest heaved while he caught his breath.

you laughed, amused.

“i hope you don’t think we’re done, reiner.”

—

the morning following proceeded as normal. reiner overlooked the events of yesterday, seeing you, as simply another one of his drunken hallucinations. although much more vivid than normal, still imagination.

reiner finally realized when he saw you again fighting alongside eren yeager as he brutalized countless civilians underneath his feet. you were wearing that same black bodysuit wrapped in silver, and dark marks crept up the side of your neck. your eyes were sharp and murderous, as were the other scouts around you.

but reiner decided that he would be okay with dying that day as long as it was by your hand.

[ an; a lot less focus on the smut here haha um i’ve never written for reiner before so i hope this is okay ]

#tamajiki2 works #tamajiki2 #male reader #top male reader #dom male reader #aot x male reader #aot x top male reader #reiner x male reader #reiner x top male reader

what does pred mean?

[ it’s short for predatory reader. i used to post somewhere else where my readers would cap at about ten so i got used to tagging and abbreviating however i wanted.. i’m now realizing that it’s a bit troublesome for you guys so i’ll definitely word things more clearly. i had no idea there were so many of you,, thank you so much for reading <3 ]

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𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒!! 🫙 𝐒. 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒;

student/teacher relationships,

facefucking, age gap, pred reader,

manipulation and blackmail, top reader,

hehim amab reader, general dark content.

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄.

it was a fucking mistake.

that was all aizawa could think of as he shakily knelt on the shiny white tiles that floored his office. sure, it was a mistake, but it was one he could actually feel. and best of all? it felt good.

a hazy night dancing with coworkers and a few too many drinks. terrible decisions, and groaning into the crook of someone's neck. a blurry face, and the hard imprint of a cock rutting against his back. he could hardly see anything, let alone remember. bright white and a loud, shuddering orgasm. he could've sworn he was floating.

however, his fun was promptly put to an end when he was met with one of his third-year students sitting lazily at the desk chair in his office the following morning.

"[ name ].", he warned.

you smiled. what you were so giddy about, aizawa wasn't in a hurry to find out. you were usually a quiet, mild-tempered kid who remained comfortably around his friends, and never behaved outside the norm of the average student.

he watched, puzzled, as you ignored his call and rested your legs on top of his desk.

so what was up with this brazen display of confidence?

"i don't think you understand the situation you're in, teach.", you chuckled and pulled your phone from your pocket. that fateful day, he was too wasted to recognize you and you were too horny— sorry, ambitious to reject this shining opportunity right in front of you. you turned the screen so that aizawa could see its contents clearly.

his heart dropped.

it was him, sprawled out on pure white sheets. his eyes were half-lidded and hair disheveled as he was fucked on camera. he looked like a mess. he hardly even had the sense to cover his face while the flash raked over his entire body.

you waved the phone around, watching aizawa's eyes follow it with a gaze of pure resentment. "sleeping with a student, mr. aizawa? gee, that's terrible. you could lose your job over something like that, you know?", you hummed, voice light and teasing.

aizawa opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

you continued, "it's alright though, i have no intention of telling. as long as you do me a teensy favor..." you gestured for him to come close and aizawa knew he had no choice. aizawa grit his teeth as you stood, now face to face with him.

"on your knees."

which brought him to now.

aizawa stared down at the floor when the familiar jingle of metal scraped at his ears. then, the rapid clinking sound of a zipper. a pool of dread filled his stomach. a long pause during which he didn't dare to look up.

two light slaps against aizawa's cheek. you were already hard. he couldn't miss the distinctive feeling of veins pulsing against his skin.

"open wide.", you singsonged, pressing your tip to aizawa's lips.

reluctantly, he did, and immediately wished he hadn't as you gagged him on his cock. you didn't waste a second setting a brutal pace. you gripped him harshly by the hair, groaning something about how sexy he was. but aizawa couldn't hear you over his own rhythmic choking. aizawa desperately grasped at your thighs.

"ghk—", his back was arching, body trying to struggle against your hold. his eyes were burning.

globs of saliva and pre streamed down his chin and splattered onto the floor. you fucked his throat pliant; aizawa could feel every trace and curve of your cock in his brain. you looked down at him and, god, that almost threw you over the edge. his eyes were sparkling and wet with tearful shame. he no longer had energy to glare at you. not like it would do anything anyway, with your thick dick down his gullet. stray hairs stuck to his face which framed it like a pornographic painting. aizawa kneaded the back of your thighs in a wordless plea. that only drove you further into your descent to orgasm.

he thought that he'd surely die at a particularly rough snap of your hips. you had tangled more of his hair into your grip, like a ponytail, and were punching the back of his throat. aizawa whined loudly.

"shit, you feel so good. 'm gonna cum."

you were rolling your hips now, instead of thrusting like before. aizawa thought that was worse. he was forced down to your hilt where he would stay for what felt like hours, gagging and swallowing around your cock while you humped impossibly deep into his skull.

you couldn't think of anything else except the feeling of his throat tightening around you. damn, he was addictive. you leaned over him further restricting his movements. there's a strangled noise from under you.

'it's almost over', he thought, but 'almost' didn't seem like 'almost' anymore as you began an onslaught more viscous than the last. aizawa found himself fading in and out of consciousness, his vision light and blurring.

one last snap of your hips and you were buried deep into him. he felt your seed scorching his already-sore throat. you pulled away, absolutely relishing in the mess you made of shota aizawa.

a thick layer of fluids coated his face and dripped down the front of his longsleeve. while he coughed and spluttered for air, you felt oddly endeared to him. you gently massaged your hands through his hair.

"i'll see you later, teach.", you said sweetly.

again, the rustling of clothes followed by that metallic 'zzzip'. your sturdy hands left him and aizawa swallowed thickly. he was sure he looked terrible. he did his best to wipe away the worst of it with his sleeves. the fabric felt like knives dragging across his raw skin. he let out a deep sigh upon hearing your descending footsteps and the door slam shut.

he noted his next class starting in a few hours and grimaced. he'd have to hurry and clean up if he wanted to make it in time. beforehand, though— he looked down at the crotch of his pants that were dark and sticky with cum— he had a situation to deal with.

“shit.”

[ an; hey so let me know if you guys like this facefuck and aizawa mmm yum yum si or no ]

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