Kids Die For Free 🎶

continuation of this.

★ thinking about bestfriend!satoru who offers to teach you how to give a blowjob so that you can get some ‘practice’ for if you ever decide to do it to other guys.

imagine his big hand tangling in the back of hair, guiding your curious face closer to his lap as he sits with his lanky legs sprawled out in a manspread atop the couch. “that’s it, pretty girl,” he praises, even though all you’ve actually done so far is simply kneel before him. “do you wanna take it out now? these pants are feeling awfully tight, y’know.”

“o-okay, toru.” you hum, slowly trailing your fingers up his clothed thighs to give the waistband of his sweatpants a small tug while his gentle but firm grip on your hair keeps your gaze locked with his the entire time.

and it’s impossible to hide your reaction of wide-eyed surprise once you realize he’s not even wearing any underwear today, his bare cock slapping against his abdomen once freed and causing your thighs to instinctively press together with how big it is.

“it’s okay to touch it, sweetheart,” satoru coos with a soft grin, wrapping a hand of his own around the base and angling it forward so the leaking head taps teasingly against your heated cheek. “promise ‘lil toru doesn’t bite.”

shaking your head to pull yourself from your daze, you lean down and brush an experimental kiss against the pinkish tip of his cock, earning a deep groan from your bestfriend as a reward.

“mmm… doing s’good for me already,” he encourages, peering down at you through messy white bangs with undeniable tenderness dancing in his bright gaze. “try giving it a little lick too, yeah?”

but unfortunately, satoru doesn’t end up getting much teaching done at all when he can’t stop himself from cumming after just a few laps of your soft tongue along his length — oops!

but it’s fine… because the two of you can just keep trying until he actually lasts long enough to show you the ropes for real, right?

BREAKING NEWS ★ local 24yo loser engages in panty theft

jayce talis has a problem.

he can’t stop popping a hard on whenever you do some remotely attractive to him… which is nearly everything.

wear a short skirt and have to bend down to pick something else, flashing your cheeky cut panties? boner.

recite a passage of knowledge with the utmost passion? boner.

get within ten feet of jayce? boner.

at first, he could handle it; simply wait until he got home to address the conundrum. however, as your friendship grow closer and closer, his decorum wavers and wavers until—

fist wrapped snug around his cock, jayce finds himself jerking off in your bathroom; he strokes his length in quick succession, 'fwap! fwap!' echoing off the walls.

you and him were studying earlier when you excused yourself to grab a snack from the kitchen. in your absence, jayce rose from your bed and stepped towards the door to use the restroom, his hip bumping into your laundry basket. it fell to the carpeted floor with a soft thud and its contents spilled from the opening. jayce tried to clean it up and hastily shoved dirty laundry back into the hamper, but something grabbed his attention.

a pair of baby pink panties.

jayce fucks himself raw with his calloused hand, as he inhales the scent of your cunt off the used panties. he fantasizes of the times you worn this pair, is this the pair you had on when you flashed him by mistake in the library? fuck! your smell is overwhelming and sends waves of arousal throughout jayce's muscled body. precum drips onto his hand and lubes up his shaft, as jayce presses his nose deeper into the pair's crotch.

he imagines you riding his face, allowing him to savor the sweet slick and heat of your pussy. jayce would do a great job eating you out, he promises! he would try you like the princess you are. his strokes become more erratic and needy, as jayce approaches orgasm; he muffles his moans by stuffing the panties in his mouth, climaxing shamelessly on his hand and onto the porcelain of the sink counter.

what a perverted man, there's no going back for jayce talis; he's now too eager to stop himself from engaging in such debauchery moving forward.

Clan head!Gojo

Them again. What can I say? They're so memeable it hurts 😂

kiss me, i'm contagious

ino x reader

2.3k words

shower sex, implied age gap (younger man/older woman), strangers, mostly submissive ino, cum eating, nanami shows up for two seconds

tw for some talk of suicidal thoughts/self harm, only at the beginning and can be skimmed it just gives slight context

always tip your curse exorcist. especially if he's cute.

when the whole ordeal was over, the man in the suit (with a face so handsome and a voice so deep that you were squeezing your legs together all over again) explained to you that there had been some sort of entity in your apartment that was invisible to 'people like you,' as he had bluntly put it. though you could never fully wrap your head around it, you were forced out of questioning it simply by how much sense it made, for something so nonsensical.

"you've probably been feeling under the weather in some way lately," he had said, folding his hands in front of him on the table. "it can manifest in any number of ways, really. migraines, sore throat, muscular aches, overwhelming sadness or anger. any abnormal feelings or sensations that only seem to manifest at home-- when you're in proximity to the curse, that is." chewing a nail, you racked your brain for any occurrences that lined up with what he described.

"how about suicidal thoughts?" you had been embarrassed to ask, but he was unperturbed.

"sure, it wouldn't surprise me. we don't hear about that as often, though." uncommon or not, you at least had an explanation for how tantalizing your bedroom window had been for weeks, maybe longer. even earlier that day you had been delusionally unfastening the window locks, your hands trembling at the thought of your own body splattered on the pavement below. the only thing that tore you away from the temptation of self-destruction was a sudden urge to shower.

you weren't even sure if you had always liked your showers so hot; your skin felt seared by every drop, but everything in your body screamed at you to leave the knob where it was, so far to the left that you were afraid it would get stuck. besides the temperature, you were frightfully lightheaded, choking on each steamy breath. you thought to yourself that you were going to have to lay down when you got out of the shower. when you got out? when were you getting out? it was hard to say how long you had even been in there. you were half-soaped, desperately trying to calculate how long it had been, when you unmistakably heard a knock at the door.

simply put, you had no idea who could be coming over unannounced. no family nearby, no available friends, no late rent or anticipated maintenance men; even your neighbors, cold as they were, would send you a message before resorting to the pounding on the door you were helplessly listening to. the thought of leaving the scalding shower was still nowhere near the front of your mind.

"um, ma'am?" the person at the door shouted, pausing his pounding knocks for a moment. "i hope this isn't a bad time, i really need to help you with something, it might be urgent." was this some new kind of scam? surely not, from someone with such a young-sounding voice, right? in any case, you still made no move to leave, frozen in place. "ma'am, if you're home, it would really be nice if you opened the door. it's really hard to explain right now, but i'm here to help you." over the unrelenting sound of water, you made out a sigh. "i can pay to fix it if i have to kick the door in, but i really don't want to." kick the door in? alarm bells should have been ringing like crazy in your head. instead, of course, you stayed where you were, waiting for him to do exactly that.

it was a much quieter sound than you expected. he must have done it dozens of times for it to sound so controlled. you idly wondered if there were a way to make the water even hotter.

"oh, shit, are you in the shower?" he called, voice punctuated by heavy footsteps. "oh man, i'm so sorry. i hope i didn't scare you." his embarrassment was palpable. "um, how do i even explain this.. there's.. something in your apartment that i'm here to get rid of. you probably haven't seen or heard anything, but that's.." he groaned, cutting himself off. "i hate it when nanami makes me explain this shit. he does it so much better than i do. um, listen, we'll explain everything to you when i'm done, okay? i just need to find this thing and get rid of it." his endearing confusion had slightly pulled you out of your trance. you heard the hushed shuffles of your floor-length curtains and couch cushions being shoved around. despite his promise of explaining later, you couldn't help dimly wondering what exactly he was looking for.

you distractedly scrubbed at yourself again, something in your chest pricking as his footsteps thudded closer to the bathroom. "ah, shit," he murmured, something (his head?) thunking defeatedly against the door. "um, hey, ma'am," he started, more embarrassment creeping into his voice. "i think the thing i'm looking for is in the room with you." you almost scoffed. you of all people should know that you were the only thing in there. "i know this doesn't make sense, and i'm really sorry, but i'm feeling an insane amount of cursed energy in there. unless there's something about you that they didn't tell us, that thing has got to be in there. i can feel it through the door, it's making me sick." if you weren't inhaling copious amounts of condensation, you would've been beyond confused; the most your mind could muster was dazed curiosity.

"you're absolutely sure there's something in here?" you asked, reaching out to grasp the shower nozzle. your sense of danger was far too weak to think twice about letting him come in. "the door is unlocked." he gave some sort of relieved hum. you heard the jingle of the knob as it slowly turned. he hesitated a moment before pushing the door open.

"you have a second to grab a towel or something, you know," he rasped, apparently realizing at the same time as you that you were covered only by the wet fog on the shower's glass door. you finally turned the water off, taking a deep breath of the cooling air.

"it's okay, i didn't bring a towel in," you mumbled, peering through the condensation to make out his figure. from what you could tell, he was <em>cute</em>; paired with what you could parse of his personality, you didn't terribly mind the thought of him seeing you naked, stranger or not. "how long is.. whatever you're going to do supposed to take?"

he had stepped fully into the small bathroom, his shoes squeaking on the damp tile. "just a minute or two, it's smaller than i expected. it's sitting in your sink, by the way." squinting, you tried to make out even a hint of what he was referring to. your efforts were unsurprisingly fruitless. you averted your eyes awkwardly for a moment to let him do his bizarre job, looking back at him as he let out a sigh of relief. "alright, it's taken care of. if it was having an effect on you, it should be wearing off pretty quickly." he turned in your direction, his eyes dancing over your form through the fading fog not very discretely. something about his audacity was turning you on.

"um, do i have to pay you for that?" you asked sheepishly, sliding open the door just a crack to get a clearer look at him. you could still feel a flush on your face from the heat of the water, and the way he was looking at you was only adding to it.

"oh, uh, no, it doesn't really work like that.. i guess i can accept a tip, though, if you insist." you were holding the door with one hand, peering out at him, your bare chest pressing shamelessly against the glass. he could hardly even pretend to tear his eyes away. "what kind of payment did you have in mind, exactly..?" he asked, voice trembling.

he was right about you feeling better quickly; not only were you free from thoughts of melting off your skin or holding your own head under the faucet, you were feeling unusually confident. "you've been looking at me," you said, studying his expression. "i've got a few ideas you might like." he audibly swallowed.

"y-you don't have to do something like that, seriously," he stuttered, the red on his face spreading like a plague. "you're probably still being influenced by the curse, anyways, it'd be like taking advantage of a drunk girl, i can't do that to you, ma'am," he rambled, keeping himself upright with a hand on the slick bathroom counter as he watched you shove the shower door further aside, fully revealing yourself to his insatiable eyes.

"oh, but i insist," you teased, overflowing with your newfound boldness. "don't you wanna join me in here?" you tilted your head at him, pleading with big fuck-me eyes. after a pitiful sigh he relented, nodding enthusiastically. "don't worry about the shoes," you assured him, extending a hand to help him in. he was panting immediately, clearly not from the dissipating heat.

you guided his hand to rest on your hip, still hot and wet from your unnecessarily long (yet unfinished) showering endeavors. the feeling of skin seemed to snap him out of his bashfulness, his hand traveling almost of its own will to grip your ass desperately. "fuck," he whined as you planted a hand on his abdomen, letting it slip under his waistband playfully. "i gotta warn you, ma'am, my, um-- nanami might come looking for me if i don't give him an update soon--" you cut him off by hastily tugging his pants down, pressing your back against the dripping tile behind you. one leg wrapped around his narrow waist, pulling him in, his cock prodding your stomach.

"that's fine," you purred, shifting him around with your leg to guide him into your entrance. "we can fit one more in here." he groaned, sinking into you, resting his head on your shoulder as he let you adjust. maybe he hadn't caught what you said, but he was throbbing inside you nonetheless. "you better hurry if you don't want mr. nanami to join us," you cooed, nipping his ear. the threat seemed to go straight to his hips, hurriedly fucking into you like it was his goal all along. he let out a ragged breath as you clenched around him. he had no intention of disclosing it to you, but based on his performance, it must have been his first time; erratic thrusts, constant whimpering, excessive sensitivity. it was a surprise to both of you that he lasted more than a few strokes. you had hardly processed the fact that he had pulled out of you until you felt the hot spurts on your stomach, his dick still half-hard and pulsating on your hip. he struggled to catch his breath before speaking.

"sorry," he rasped, supporting himself with a hand beside your head. "didn't know if i was allowed to.. you know." he flashed a sheepish smile, flicking the sweaty hair from his eyes. the sweetly innocent look on his face made something cruel flash through your mind. he had finished so quickly that you were certain he could make time for your ridiculous demand. you put on a pout, looking at him like a disappointed mother.

"after i just showered," you chastised, shaking your head. "do you think you could clean me up?" nevermind the fact that you hadn't really finished showering in the first place-- that was none of his business. nevermind how easy it would be to grab a washcloth or turn the water back on again. if it didn't occur to him, then it didn't need to occur to you. you planted a hand on his shoulder, just firm enough to push him down to his knees before you. "you don't mind, do you?" you were playing with this poor boy. the way the blood rushed straight back to his dick erased your guilt pretty quickly. when he raised a hand to wipe the mess away, you wagged a disapproving finger. fortunately for you, he understood without explanation. his cheeks once again flushed, he tentatively licked at one spot of cum. the light feeling of his tongue on your skin made your muscles tense, a small noise escaping you. he made a face, displeased at the taste or the texture, pausing before lapping up more. he grew bolder fast, sucking hickeys into spots he had just licked clean, pulling more soft noises out of you. you didn't ignore the way his hand found his dick, jerking himself off feverishly as he tongued his own cum off of your skin. he delivered sweet mewls into your abdomen, sucking air in through clenched teeth as he unloaded again onto the dewy floor, finally spent. as if on cue, his phone, at some point abandoned beside the sink, started to ring, the awful ringtone bouncing off of the cavernous walls.

"oh, fuck, that's nanami," he sighed, rising on unsteady legs and adjusting his half-damp pants. "he'll be by to explain things to you at some point anyways, i guess i should have mentioned that." you watched as he hoisted himself out of the shower, looking himself over in the un-fogged mirror. "i, um.. thank you," was all he could say, looking down shyly as he darted out the door. 

it occurred to you at some point in your conversation with the man in the suit that he was, undeniably, the nanami that the boy had mentioned. the nanami you had hypothetically invited to join you in your unglamorous shower sex. you awkwardly cleared your throat, directing your attention back to whatever the hell he had been saying. maybe you should get yourself involved with curses more often.

I FUCKING LOVE HIM.

kissing the tip of zaynes cock, eyes locked on his as he tries to maintain his demeanour. he's grateful for every aspect of your attention, but your gentle kisses to his angry leaky head is sending him reeling.

"my love, don't tease me," he's in heat, breathing heavy as he watches you prolong his pleasure with your tongue circling around his tip. "i don't want to finish like this."

he doesn't want to be crude and force your head down on his cock but he's aching to be enveloped by you. yearning, even, to be inside of you in any capacity. it's awful what you've done to him: he can't even cum without you present anymore. his fist doesn't cut it, you've rewired his brain, ruined his libido.

though he's nearly sent to see the pearly gates in person when you take him, in his entirety, down to the base. and he cums deep in your throat the second you do, with a strangled moan straight from his chest and a buck of his hips that forces him far back enough in your throat to make you gag.

he tries to look unimpressed, like your merciless teasing didn't fry his brain like it did, but the blush to his cheeks and the gentle smile on his lips says otherwise. he can pretend to be mad in other regards, like fucking you mean in punishment.

This scene will always get me.

Because Natasha is thinking like a spy. She turns to kiss him, says: "PDA makes people very uncomfortable," trying to explain quickly to Steve that it'll keep them hidden from Rumlow.

And Steve, like the total meatball he is, goes: "yes it does🥺"

And then when she kisses him, her eyes remain opened for most of it while Steve's eyes flutter shut. And it's not that he's into it because he's crushing on Nat, but it's the fact that kissing does not come easily to him. He's hardly had practice and is super shy about doing anything remotely sexual in nature. It's one of his most endearing qualities.

And the way Nat cups his jaw and her thumb strokes his face, like he's totally a submissive kisser. He'd let Nat (or Bucky, or Tony, or Bruce, or Clint, or Thor etc...) take the lead and kiss him stupid. And even after the kiss, his eyes follow her like a little puppy, desperate for more while she turns around to walk down the escalator. Ugh, he's such a bottom.

P.S. his lips are literally so red and plush in CATWS like.... it's not even funny. I'd imagine even the villains are desperate to feel them.

I DELETED THIS ASK I THINK OR SOMETHING 💀

I ADDED IT TO SCHEDULE ON ACCIDENT AND IT DISAPPEARED 😭😭 WHOEBER YOU ARE ANON IF YOU SEE THIS IM SO SORRY !!! maybe my unfinished work will show up randomly tomorrow 😭😭 its literally just me freaking out on how much i loved your ask LMAOO

have ur fic as early as possible cause 1) your req slays and 2) i feel bad for it disappearing 😭

wait, sensitive!

—lucifer x gn!reader

—includes : riding, sub!lucifer, dom!reader, sensitive wings, nicknames like baby and babyboy, crying

you didn’t think much of it when you stroked lucifer’s wings as he sat as his desk, humming to yourself a quiet tune as he works on a new duck.

you thought it would be relaxing. after all, he doesn’t have his wings out all the time, surely they’d need to get a little massage here and there to work out some stiffness?

so you did so, your fingers gliding underneath and over the tufts of his soft feathers. you’d draw soft circles into his wings, massaging them carefully to not hurt him.

which, you realize slowly, was far from what you were doing.

you notice the way he would clench his screwdriver a bit too tightly, how he’d dig his heels into the wooden floor below him, and the way he’d sometimes drop his head down for a few seconds before bringing it back up, a slow exhale leaving him.

at first, you just thought he was getting really focused at intermittent points on his very important rubber duck project, but when your hands made their way to the base of his wings, that’s where things clicked.

“mm!”

you jump back, his back straightening instantly as his wings flutter outwards for a second before going back to their resting position, another sigh leaving him as he leaned over his desk, his hands running through his hair with his elbows on the table.

“lucifer? you alright, honey?” you ask, slightly concerned on what prompted such a sudden reaction.

“YEAH—yeah, i mean. ahem! yes. yes i’m fine, uh, thanks for asking, love,” he stammers awkwardly, his eyes darting to the side to look at you behind him briefly with an uncomfortable smile before going back to his work, readjusting himself in his seat.

“can i keep going then?”

“of cour—ngh!” he’s taken aback as you interrupt him by kneading your fingers into the base of his wings, raising your eyebrow at his somewhat intriguing noises.

“…i assume your are wings sensitive?” you inquire, a smirk slowly etching onto your face as you gently brush the tips of your fingers across his feathers, now noticing the quieter stifled noises coming from your lover.

“i—uhm. yes, a little. sorry i just—you know! you started randomly touching my wings out of the goodness out of your heart and i didn’t want to stopyoui’msorry—,” he turns over to you, his apologetic expression clear as he rambles on with his unnecessary explanation.

“shh, it’s okay, baby,” you hush him, moving his chair out of the way before pushing him further over his desk, making him scramble to get his project out of the way as you bend him over as he squeaks in panic. he didn’t want his new invention to get ruined!

“you really should’ve told me sooner though. i could’ve done so many things to you with this information, you know?” you whisper into his ear, your grin widening as one of your hands keep working on the base of his wings, making him whimper as your other hand finds its place on his hip.

well, until his unbound wing flutters out and almost hits you in the face.

you two decide to change positions after that.

and it certainly wasn’t a bad one. you now sat on the chair with him facing you on top of your lap, feeling up his wings as he arched his back in delight, now unabashedly letting his noises out.

“mm—there, ah! yeah, please,” he grinded against your thigh shamelessly as you made use of his sensitive wings, making him squirm and writhe so easily.

the red blush across his face seemed to compete with the natural ones permanently set on his cheeks. oh, if only he could see it. it would set him aflame in embarrassment.

“that’s my boy. keep grinding against my thigh like that and i’ll give you something nice,” you encourage him, kissing his now exposed collarbone and biting little marks into his pale skin, red blotches forming like ink on parchment.

of course, he listens to you. he’s yours after all. why wouldn’t he?

your treat for him is letting him ride you, messing with his wings until he’s a drooling mess. seriously, he really should’ve told you about this earlier. he was so beautiful like this, defiled and downright delirious for every touch you graced him with.

“so, so good. my baby boy, so perfect for me. like you were made to ride me. you were, weren’t you?” you murmur quietly as you thrust upwards, meeting his hips as they slammed down, desperate for more as he wailed, tears falling from his pretty illuminated eyes as he kept getting overwhelmed from all of the sensations pulsing through his body.

he needed this. your constant praise that filled his heart with pride, your steady thrusts that warmed and twisted his stomach in loops of sinful indulgence, and lastly your hands that weaved their way through his wings, each finger prodding and poking an area that was bound to send a shock of unholy satisfaction through his whole body.

not that he was holy to begin with, of course.

“m-may i cum? please—please let me cum, please!” he yelps, the movements of your hips getting faster and faster. he tries to keep up, beads of sweat falling from his brow as he exerts as much energy he has left to keep fucking himself on you.

“yes, you may, my love,” you coo. his hand finds his way on his cock, touching it just slightly before gasping from the sudden grip on his wings, harsh and rough and just the thing to set him off.

he collapses over you, his chin on top of your shoulder as you rub his back, sweet nothings leaving your lips with ease as you wait for him to compose himself a bit.

“good.. that was… we should do that more—oh!”

another moan flies from his throat as your squeeze the base of his wings once more, a smirk spreading on your lips. “really? i was thinking the same thing! how about now?”

and who is he to deny you?

i have to admit i did not reread this very well bc im tired but if there are any mistakes or repetitiveness just blame it on notes app ❤️ also i dont know how to @ people on tumblr apparently wtf 😭 why is this so hard HELP??

tags: @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx @drlucichen