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bloompompom · 5 months

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♡ content: ~1k word count. eren jaeger x fem!reader, free use, established relationship, oops just filth, PIV sex, mentions of aftercare, explicit language, explicit sexual content. reader discretion advised. 18+ only

I don't know about you, but I find free use super hot, and I can't help but think Eren would agree

Like, there’s just something about it, perhaps the devotion aspect—about you, his baby, his one and only, being available, willing, and happy to satisfy him, any time he wished.

Your agreement is meant for nights like this: a Friday evening after what you know was a long week for Eren. He’s been coming home late every night, practically working two jobs while his boss scrambled to fill the newly empty role at the company. For whatever reason, the responsibility fell on Eren, leaving him exhausted, tense. The kind of tense that naps and shoulder rubs can't relieve.

And that’s where said agreement comes into play. Whenever you wear this pajama set, specifically this one—skimpy, sheer, short—it’s code for ‘anything goes.’ Anything he wants. That’s the only rule.

Phrasing it like that makes it sound as though he’s the only one to get pleasure out of it, but that couldn’t be any further from the truth. It’s almost like foreplay, really. This little secret you can't wait to reveal. All day, anticipation bubbled low in your stomach from the moment the idea popped into your head. ‘What would really cheer him up?’ You can already see the look on his face, imagine how desperately he’d take you right then, like he couldn’t bear another second without being inside you, however he wanted.

You’ve been thinking about your husband so much that the creak of the front door opening and closing makes your thighs clench, like you’re no better than one of Pavlov’s trained dogs.

Assuming he’d be late again, you haven’t gotten any further than spreading some ingredients along the counter before you hear him announce himself. But tonight, he’s right on time. Even better.

Eren finds you in the kitchen, already starting his usual ‘work sucked’ rant, when the sight of you has him shutting up. He stops dead in his tracks, just like you’d hoped. He’d undone the first button of his collared shirt, tie loosened around his neck, and he wore this look on his face like you were a welcomed—very, very welcomed—surprise.

Rush hour was a bitch; Eren was too busy white-knuckling the steering wheel to consider this as a possibility for tonight. But then you greet him with that soft smile of yours, the one that would appear innocent to anyone else, and he almost wants to laugh like he should have known better. But you’re like a magnet; he’s only capable of drawing in closer.

He comes to hug you from behind, his hands smoothing down your sides as he holds you close. He nestles his face into the crook of your neck, warming and tickling your skin in a mixture of kisses and faint breaths through his nose.

You’re already spilling giggly moans when you say, “Hi to you, too.”

It’s met with a drunken ‘Hi,’ murmured against your skin between open-mouthed kisses. His hands never slow, enjoying their way over every inch of your body. They slide beneath your tank top and up your front to cup your breasts, squeezing and massaging, rolling your nipples in his fingers until he can pinch and pull flimsy whines from you. With each one, you can feel another of his needy ruts, his cock incredibly stiff against your ass even through his slacks. It only takes a few of those before you’re biting your lip at the metallic rustling of him removing his belt.

Once that’s out of the way, his pants now pooled on the kitchen tile, the only barrier remaining is your sleep shorts. Hardly a barrier, if you ask him; they’re shamefully thin, after all. Perfectly made for pushing aside for easy-access fucking, and you were even considerate enough to forget your panties.

Eren slips a hand between your legs, trailing the tips of his fingers through you. It ignites a shiver through you, has your hips wiggling for more. But Eren isn’t any better. When he discovers how wet you are already, how you probably spent the afternoon fantasizing about being used, it absolutely wrecks him.

Eren licks his hand before returning it to your pussy, rubbing tight circles against your clit. Then, without warning, his fingers only leave you to grab your ass, spreading you for him. His other angles his cock against you before thrusting inside.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he says as he bottoms out. The end of it’s nothing more than a hedonistic hiss, lost in the feeling of you squeezing him, trying to accommodate the sudden intrusion.

Your mouth gapes on a hitched breath, eyes screwing shut as your palms press into the counter in a vain attempt to keep yourself upright. But it only takes another thirty seconds of snapping hips, the head of his cock reaching that ‘don’t fucking stop’ spot deep inside you, before your arms start to stutter.

He pins you to the cold granite with a hand flattened against the middle of your back. It’s soon replaced by him—the weight of his body, the heat of it—against yours as you’re smushed and bent over the counter.

Eren’s hand bullies its way between you and the counter to play with your clit again. He likes it best when you come together, if he can manage it.

And he does tonight. The moment he feels your body twitch beneath him, hears the intoxicating tune of your depraved cries, the steady pounding of his hips falters. As you teeter the peak of your high, your pussy fluttering oh-so nicely around his cock, he comes, hard. You swear you can feel the pulsing of his cock as he fills you, fucking it deeper as he eases himself down.

You’re both trying to catch your breath when you feel him rest his forehead against the sticky back of your neck. He leaves you with a kiss on the same spot before turning your limp body to face him. You’re so tired he thinks it’s cute.

Eren scoops you into his arms. You know the drill, so you loop your arms around his neck and hook your legs around his waist.

Still a bit delirious, that fuzzy, warm feeling still burning in your chest, you say, “I need to make dinner.”

“No, you don’t,” he says, walking you through the house. “We’re ordering in tonight, after I draw us a bath.”

#eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren smut #divider by @/cafekitsune #cw free use #tw free use

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merakiui · 5 days

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Atsushi Tamaru (Azul's VA) is giving his voice to the main character in this new ABO Yaoi anime adaptation Tadaima, Okaeri and the character is a househusband omega and they have a two years old and... and...

You get it Househusband Azul and omega Azul brainrot his huge at the moment.

I think you also wrote an idea about omega! Azul asking idea to turn his BFF tought.

Bet he would have done anything in his power to make it up to her after she comes back Pavlov's dog conditioned to want him specifically.

He can be the most dotting and loving househusband darling could ask for just you wait.

AAAAA I've heard!!!!!!! orz orz the omega Azul thoughts are strong.......... omega househusband Zuzu. (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈) he's too cute in his apron,,,,, darling coming home from work and there's househusband Azul asking if you'd like a bath, a meal, or him first. >:D omg what perfect timing with his master chef card!!!! :O he diligently prepares the yummiest bento for you, and he clips coupons and looks for the best deals at stores!!!! >w< he's truly the sweetest. <3 he dotes on you so much, and you dote on him the same!!!

I'm happy twst released room scents based on the characters because I like to imagine those scents are what they smell like in omegaverse hehe. But then no matter what sort of au, Azul will always smell amazing. („ᵕᴗᵕ„) Azul who has Idia turn you into an alpha or omega depending on what you are...... it's cute to imagine omega Azul with his omega darling and the both of you are just insatiable during your heats, taking care of one another throughout the days it's happening. But also an omega Azul with an alpha darling is so sweet!!!! He gets so whiny and clingy on his heat. >:D spoil him lots and lavish him with attention!!!

Regardless of the route, you are conditioned to love him forever. He's your omega and you're his alpha/omega. <3

#twisted chit chat #tw: omegaverse #tw: abo

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rinsoap · 1 year

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˚ ༘ ♡⋆｡˚ ﾐ the big seijoh four's favourite artists!

✿²˖ ࣪ ➣ includes : oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime, matsukawa issei + hanamaki takahiro

note : sorry ive been inactive as hell w actual hcs or like. real works LMAOO i have been #depressed and #unmotivated LoL! anyways pls tell me u can see suna's influence on iwaizumi i hc that they r friends <33

oikawa tooru :

!!? KALI UCHIS STAN NEVER SPEAK 2 ME AGAIN. he LOVESSS her he is completely convinced isolation was specifically made to cater to him and his exact music taste delusional king fr!! and he gatekeeps her SO HARD like babes as much as i would like to be her top listener too, the 21,158,866 monthly listeners seem like they might be hard to beat 🤔

his favourite songs by kali uchis are :

tyrant - ft. jorgia smith on the isolation album.

i wish you roses (single).

loner on the por vida album.

!!? this artist is not a guilty pleasure no matter how many times he says he's sooo embarrassed he likes carly rae jepson. "omg stop don't tell people i like her that's humiliating omg stop i don't want people to know!!!!!!" he is a LIAR. he will publicly scream every single lyric to every single song she makes, IN FACT he will shamefully make tiktoks on public buses and shit, lip syncing to her songs on full volume (or at least he would if literally all of seijoh didn't tell him to shut the fuck up LMAO)

his favourite songs by carly rae jepson are :

call me maybe on the kiss album.

boy problems on the E•MO•TION album.

felt this way on the dedicated side b album.

!!? —✩⌗ HONORABLE SONG MENTIONS : good days by SZA. heart to heart by mac de marco. oh no! by marina and the diamonds. conceited by flo milli.

iwaizumi hajime :

!!? UGH ANOTHER AMAZING PERFECT TYLER THE CREATOR STAN. OOH I WANNA KISS ALL TYLER FANS ON THE HEAD I FREQUENTLY MAKE OUT W EVERY TYLER FAN EVER!! he's a very loyal listener, he knew him on vine bro like i said in pt 1, he introduced him to suna (while suna takes all the credit lol) he might even have a slight... fixation.. one might call it a.... crush.... but he will never admit it his ego is too big!!

his favourite songs by tyler the creator are :

A BOY IS A GUN on the IGOR album.

garden shed - ft. estelle on the flower boy album.

SWEET / I THOUGHT YOU WANTED TO DANCE - ft. brent faiyaz and fana hues on the CALL ME IF YOU GET LOST album.

!!? is it controversial to say he fucks w ice spice.. almost a little too much... he knows all the lyrics to munch which is def something he has in common with oikawa's music taste!!! like at this point they're like pavlov's dog, they are absolutely salivating every single time they hear "stop playin with em riot!"

his favourite songs by ice spice are :

bikini bottom (single).

princess diana on the like..? EP.

in ha mood (single).

!!?—✩⌗ HONORABLE SONG MENTIONS : she likes another boy by oscar lang. attention by new jeans. just a stranger by kali uchis and steve lacy. NASA by ariana grande.

matsukawa issei :

!!? unlike iwaizumi, he will admit his huge crush on brent faiyaz with his ENTIRE CHEST. brent faiyaz his love, his one and only (i am projecting!) <3 most of the content he consumes is brent faiyaz related tbh the algorithm knows him too well and before you ask the burning question on your mind, YES he did almost start a stan twitter in year one!!! makki will never let him live it down as if he didn't ACTUALLY start one for bruno mars..

his favourite songs by brent faiyaz are :

ADDICTIONS on the WASTELAND album.

what you heard (single) by sonder - technically still brent faiyaz.

talk 2 u on the sonder son album.

!!? he really should be ashamed he likes drake tbh. he physically could not compell himself to show anybody his spotify wrapped because almost all drake songs were in his top played. please never ever speak to him about the time he genuinely ugly cried to one dance. he will never elaborate and will probably go and sob to god's plan next.

his favourite songs by drake are :

way 2 sexy - ft. future and young thug on the certified lover boy album.

9 on the views album.

circo loco on the her loss album.

!!?—✩⌗ HONORABLE SONG MENTIONS : love is only a feeling by joey bada$$. small worlds by mac miller. awkward by SZA. finesse (remix) by bruno mars and cardi b.

hanamaki takahiro :

!!? ACTIVELY PUSHING THE MAKKI BRUNO MARS AGENDA!! fuck an evening with silk sonic he wants an evening with bruno 😭 all he is doing every day all day is praying bruno gets his heart broken again so he can drop another DELECTIBLE album!!!!! also him and iwa like to say that since makki is puerto rican and iwa is filipino, together they make one bruno mars <333 (this is a hc dont take it too srsly lol)

his favourite songs by bruno mars are :

that's what i like on the 24k magic album.

treasure on the unorthodox jukebox album.

after last night (with thunder cats & bootsy collins) on the an evening with silk sonic album.

!!? he is a dork and i am a dork soooo i'm gonna have to say he is a the living tombstone stan.... oikawa will go on full rants about how cringey 2020 was and how weird that video game animatronic type music is and he'll look over at makki and see the single tear roll down his face as he says he has no idea the music genre he's talking about 😭

his favourite songs by the living tombstone are :

my ordinary life (single).

drunk on the zero_one album.

jump up, super star! (single).

!!?—✩⌗ HONORABLE SONG MENTIONS : new person, same old mistakes by tame impala. your teeth in my neck by kali uchis. join us for a bite by JT music. ORANGE SODA by baby keem.

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poppy-crowned · 2 years

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Good Girl♡

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Pair: Jeff the Killer x afab reader (referred to as girl)

Content: petplay // collars // humiliation // teasing // denial/edging // light physical punishment // D/s // unsanitary (reader eats dog food sns) // blowjob // fingering // touchless orgasm (for reader)

Notes: petplay for the purpose of humiliation kink for the most part lol 🖤🐶

Wordcount: 2.9k

Minors DNI 🔪

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"Come."

There's a tugging at the back of your neck. The leather collar wrapped around it pulls you forward, guided by a taut black chain of a leash. It’s the only thing you’re wearing – the only thing you’re allowed to wear right now. You take a few uneasy steps, your naked legs numb with anticipation.

In front of you is Jeff, his long, white fingers curled around the handle of your leash. He leans back in a chair, one arm thrown over the backrest and his legs spread open. Unlike you, he's fully dressed; some ratty band tee and black jeans cuffed over the tops of his combat boots. The contrast in attire reminds you of how vulnerable you are in this moment.

He tilts his head back to look up at you with lidded eyes and a cocky, lopsided grin. His hand twirls, winding the chain around it and reeling you in.

"Sit."

Obediently, you fold your legs and lower your body down onto the cold, tiled floor. You sit on your heels, knees pressed together and hands folded neatly in your lap. There is still enough tension in the leash so that it's neither drawing you in nor completely slack, just enough so that you can't forget that it's there. You look up at Jeff expectantly.

His eyes rake over your body, slowly taking in every inch of your nude flesh with a hunger behind them. You can feel him looking at you, a trail of heat bubbling beneath your skin, following the path that his gaze takes over your shoulders and down your chest to the core that’s barely covered by your thighs squeezing together. You fight the urge to cover yourself, knowing that denying him the view would only earn you a punishment.

“Speak.”

You open your mouth to say something, but what? He looks at you impatiently and you stammer out the first thing that comes to your mind. “M-m-master.”

“What was that?” His eyes narrow as he leans forward in his chair. Fuck.

He yanks your collar so that you’re forced to your knees, hands grasping for his thighs to keep your balance. The smell of cigarettes swirls between you as your face is pulled just inches from his. Your lips uselessly flutter open and closed like a fish as you try to determine whether you’re supposed to respond.

“Dogs don’t talk.” Oh, fuck. You clamp your mouth shut and tense your shoulders, preparing for a smack, but it doesn’t come. Jeff leans back in his chair without releasing the tight hold he has on your leash, leaving you kneeling between his legs. A knot forms in your stomach just from being this close to him. He repeats himself, giving you a second chance. “Speak.”

Your face turns red as you realize what he wants you to do, but any hesitance melts away when you look into his blue eyes. I want to be good for him.

You draw in a shaky breath and let out a squeaking “arf,” before quickly burying your face into his groin in embarrassment.

He lets your chain fall loose and places a hand on the back of your head, stroking the hair at the nape of your neck. “Such a good girl,” he purrs in his low voice. “And what a quick learner.” His hard cock twitches and strains against his jeans, pressing up into your face. "Does my puppy want a treat?"

Drool floods your mouth, preparing itself at the mere thought of being stuffed with his cock. Pavlov would have a field day with this. You try to tease him, pressing further into him and nodding, practically nuzzling against him to give him the tiniest bit of stimulation.

His cock rails against the constricting denim, reaching for you, but that's the only reaction you get. "Then you need to present your mouth to me."

You pull away and look up at him, nails digging into his thighs. Your mouth falls open, waiting for the familiar sound of his zipper, waiting to be filled. He makes you wait, taking in the pretty mess in front of him with a smirk that tugs at his scars. Your eyes plead with him, melting under his condescending stare, and right as you're about to look away to soothe the squeezing in your chest, he pushes himself to his feet.

Huh? Your hands hit the ground as you catch your balance. He nods his head to the nearby counter and jingles your leash. "Walk." You scramble to stand before a sharp jerk at your neck sends your body crashing to the floor. You hiss at the chilled slap of the tiles against your exposed skin.

Jeff crouches down in front of you and grabs your cheeks with rough, bony fingers as you try to get to your hands and knees. "Do dogs walk on two legs?"

Shame courses through your veins and burns your face, mixing with the sting of the fall. You shake your head, your lips squishing into a degrading pout in his grip.

"Then be a good bitch and crawl." He releases you and straightens up, dropping your head back down. You stare at the ground, hair falling over your eyes, and just shake. Humiliation at being dragged naked on all fours overpowers your desire to obey. Strength is sapped from your limbs, which are barely holding your torso off of the ground.

"This is the second time you've made me repeat an order. Walk." He tugs on your collar, not as hard as last time, but enough to urge your weak body forward. Your hands and knees tremble as you slowly pad behind him.

He leads you to the counter, or rather, at your level, the cabinets beneath them. There's the sound of a plate being set and then… a can opening? Oh god. You cringe with realization just before the plate is set in front of you.

He's going to make me eat fucking dog food.

Disgust rolls down your throat and into the pit of your stomach, settling there in a twitching heat. He leans back against the counter, looking down on you, arms crossed and that shit-eating grin on his face. Resentment flares in your eyes as you glare at him through your eyelashes, refusing to acknowledge the food under your nose.

"Don't you want your treat? You were so excited for it a minute ago." You can hear in his snide tone how much he's enjoying this. The gamey scent of beef and gravy wafts into your nose, causing you to turn your head away and snort in an attempt to drive it out. His voice softens, but the thick note of mocking remains. "Are you going to quit?"

Pause. One word and you could stop this. This question is, in itself, another game for him; reminding you that you hold the key to your own escape on the tip of your tongue, and making you admit to him, by saying nothing, that you want to be doing what you're doing. That you love being teased and degraded and treated like a dog. You huff in response. Silence hangs in the air, giving him his answer. You didn't think he could look more smug.

"Then eat." You look down at your meal. It was a relatively small amount, only a mouthful or two – surprisingly, considering your fuck-ups earlier. He must be feeling merciful. You lower your head and clench your jaw before opening it and lapping up a small chunk, swallowing it without chewing. It honestly didn't taste that different from human food… cheap human food. But it wasn't, and you knew it.

The backs of your thighs shiver, high in the air as you're essentially bowing to carry out your task. You try to bring your knees together, suddenly self conscious at the way your pussy is exposed, practically presenting itself. For a moment, you're glad that Jeff is standing in front of you, so he can't see the dribble of dew that's gathering there.

You go in for the last bite when you feel something tap the crown of your head and freeze. Your face is squished into the plate as Jeff’s boot presses down against your skull, smearing gravy over your cheeks. The dam of shame inside you bursts, and you let out a strangled cry. Your hips involuntarily spasm, arching your back, your pussy convulsing around nothing. Unable to hide your arousal at being stepped on, another wave of humiliation is sent down your spine, burning your eyes with hot tears.

"I'm really disappointed in your behavior today. I don't understand, am I not doing a good job training you?" Self-doubt slips into his voice. You know he's only feigning it to bait you, to make you feel guilty, but your brain feels like it was filled with feathers. You shake your head with as much urgency as you could manage beneath his boot, further spreading the mess on your face. "Then what is it?"

You open your mouth to placate him with any number of disparaging comments. I'm just stupid. I'm a bad girl. It's my fault, I'm so sorry. But his words from earlier flash through your mind; Dogs don't talk. You swallow your pride and try your best to produce a yielding, repentant whine, like a puppy who just got caught tearing up the couch cushions. The sound muffles into the floor.

"Aww." Jeff removes his boot and sits beside you on the ground, crossing his legs. Your face is pathetic as you look up at him, an angry red streaked with tears and smashed food. "My little doll." he pulls you to his chest and starts wiping it all away with a damp rag. His voice is low and full of warmth despite its gravel. "You know I only push you because I want you to be the best that you can be."

This is it. The delicious push and pull. The whiplash from cruelty to comfort makes your heart sail and endorphins flood your system. The warm cloth swipes across your face. The tension of humiliation releases from your shoulders. You allow yourself to be pulled onto his lap and your legs wrap around him. You press against his chest, shaking like a leaf.

His nails comb through your hair. His firm hand pulls your head deeper into him. Your cunt pulses from the closeness. You beg your hips not to roll against him.

"Puppy."

"Mmm?" You don't know if you could form a coherent word if you wanted to.

He purrs directly into your ear. "You're soaking through my jeans."

You stiffen. Your thighs clench around him. Suddenly, the tight grip he has on you feels caging instead of comforting. The reprieve is over; you're back on high alert.

He lets out a low, breathy laugh at the trap he's caught you in. "You're so cute and pathetic." Your head buries into the crook of his neck as your thighs tighten around his torso, needy and unabashed, as if they could squeeze the friction out of him. "Do you want my cock?"

Heat flushes across your face and through your limbs. There's no hesitation. You nod against his shoulder, stupid with desire.

Jeff grabs a fistful of your hair and peels you off of him. You yelp at the sudden yank on your scalp. His blue eyes burn into yours with a mix of lust and malice.

"Beg."

One more command. Another tug pulls out a whimper from you, the pain in your voice transforming into pleading. Your legs are shaking with the effort of not bucking into him.

You're pushed down onto your back, your ass still raised on Jeff’s crossed legs. You're painfully aware of the way your pussy is on display in this position. Without warning, he drives his thumb between your lips, pressing down on your clit. A bolt shoots through the little, aching nub, causing you to cry out.

He doesn't let you catch your breath, mercilessly working his thumb in circles over that raw bundle of nerves. A thick haze fogs your mind. You try to fight through it to carry out your command. You repeat the greedy, pitiful whine, like you're sitting by the dinner table, begging for scraps. The riptide of pleasure growing in your stomach tears the sound apart as it leaves your throat.

Your back hits the ground with a thud, pushed off of Jeff's lap as he gets to his knees. Three of his fingers plunge into you, grazing against the tender spot on your inner walls. Not enough. His other hand frantically undoes his jeans and shoves them down. A pang of hunger ripples through your cunt. I need it.

He presses his cock against the slick strip of heat above your entrance, rubbing the head on your clit. His fingers pump in and out of your entrance just beneath it. "Do you want it here?" His voice is husky and thick with longing.

You manage to strangle the obscene noises coming from your mouth into a thin mhmm~

"But did you earn it today?"

Small sparks dance across your body. Your legs seize in preparation for the knot in your stomach to snap. You think about throwing everything to the side and letting him carry you over the edge that you're balancing on. But you're a good girl, so even though you know what comes next, you shake your head in response. No.

His fingers slither out of you. You're ripped away from the gates of paradise. You groan at the sudden emptiness. The coil of heat in your stomach twists. Your cunt throbs in step with the rhythm of your heart, blood pulsing through your swollen clit on every beat. Every other nerve on your body is dull in comparison, all of your senses localized to the dripping warmth between your legs.

"Get on your knees." It comes out as a strained whisper. If you could feel anything other than desperation, it would have made you happy to see him this bothered.

You shuffle to your knees, obeying without hesitation. Jeff stands and tangles his fingers into your hair, pulling you close to his groin. He lays the tip of his cock on your bottom lip, and your mouth opens instinctively. "Do you want it here, puppy?"

You wrap your lips around the head, letting your voice reverberate around it. "Mhmm."

He lets out a shuddering groan and pushes himself further into you. His cock stutters in your mouth, swollen and impatient. You could tell he's been aroused for as long as you have. While you swirl your tongue around it, his hand grabs the chain leash of your collar near the base and pulls.

Your head is jerked forward. His cock hits the back of your throat, which tightens around him. The gag sends a dart to your sore cunt and you squeeze your thighs together, rubbing them against each other for the slightest bit of stimulation. You trace your tongue up and down the underside of his shaft, lungs blazing for air, before he finally allows you to pull back.

You're only able to pull in one deep, gasping breath, saliva dripping from your lips. Then he yanks the thin cord of metal again and your mouth is stuffed. His other hand grips your hair, pulling you away every time your lips slam against the base of his cock. Your head bobs back and forth between the two forces like a saw as he fucks your face. You place your hands on his hips, grasping for balance.

His constant tugging on your hair stings the skin on your scalp, sending shivers down your back. The thrum of his cock pushing its way into your throat over and over again resonates in your twitching clit. Your hips wrench forward, matching the pace of his thrusts. The coil in your abdomen tightens. Your desperate cunt thrives on the neglect and embarrassing rutting, building something from practically nothing.

"You're such a good girl," he moaned, his knees beginning to buckle. "Can you do one more trick for me?"

You nod with his cock in your mouth. He pulls your head to him with urgency, pushing himself farther into you than before. It sputters against the tight walls squeezing down on it. Hot liquid spurts out and down your throat.

"Swallow."

Your eyes squeeze shut, trying not to choke. He stays embedded into you, releasing more cum with every pulse. You eagerly try to drink it all, but your throat can barely close to swallow properly with his cock pinned in it. The denial of air singes your chest.

You're finally pushed over the edge. A surge of heat rolls through your body, down to the tips of your toes. Rapture overflows through your every vein. Jeff pulls you off of him and you gulp for air, your spluttering and panting interspersed with tiny, ragged moans. Your body can't choose between heaving in oxygen or riding the waves of your orgasm, convulsing as it attempts to do both.

Jeff gets down on his knees and pulls you into his chest once more. "It's ok. You did good." He strokes your hair and murmurs into your ear. "You did so good. You're my good girl."

The floaty feeling of sunshine radiates through your limbs. Your head is dizzy from the struggle, and your throat raw. You can feel the sticky fluid coating the insides of your thighs. You know Jeff is going to make fun of you later for coming just from sucking his dick, but right now, the only things spilling from his lips are sweet, whispered praises as he pets you like a puppy. You lean into his warmth and allow your mind to drift away.

#jeff the killer #jeff the killer x y/n #jeff the killer x reader #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta smut #Jtk

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