Riding Dabi While Praising Him, Telling Him How Amazing And Powerful He Is. Encouraging Him To Get You

cuddling through the years

pornstar!satoru gets into camming because he loves the instant gratification of people doting on him in real time.

pornstar!satoru doesn’t even charge a damn thing, he doesn’t need the money—just hooks up a lovense toy or two to his stream and lets his viewers go crazy with the remote controls.

pornstar!satoru will overstimulate himself to a point of delirium because all of his viewers deserve a turn to make him cum, right?

pornstar!satoru who gets to his breaking point, can barely speak through the cumdrunk daze he’s in, but sees your name join the chat and ask if you’re too late.

pornstar!satoru who is bawling by the time you’ve made him cum another two times—he’s cumming dry, full-body orgasms sending him so stupid that all he can say is your name.

pornstar!satoru who very quickly turns a cam session meant to include everyone into a concert of your praises—god is he whipped.

and probably sex addicted, at this point.

Sinful Bliss (MDNI)

Lucifer x Fem! Sinner! Reader

Hazbin Hotel Smut

Warnings: overstimulation, riding, cursing, mentions of his tail pleasing you, mommy kink, subspace, creampie, aftercare, praise, Sub! Lucifer, squirting, fainting, (small mention of abandonment issues), funny ending,etc…

Lucifer was far to used to being served, he was used to being treated as a King getting everything he wanted even if he could do it himself. Sex had become boring for him always being given pleasure but never truly getting to give pleasure to his partners. Yet that all changed once he met you, you were willing to explore his desires and it brought him to life. Now here you were, using him to your heart’s content, his hips stuttering up into your warm cunt while you crashed your own back down on him. The room was filled with his whiny moans and the lewd melody of wet skin to skin, “Fuck! That’s it Luci, such a good boy. My pretty boy reaching so deep inside.”, you praised him bouncing on his cock like a rabbit in heat.

You leaned forward stealing a kiss from his lips, he moaned into your mouth drooling with pleasure as your tongue dominated his own.

“M-Mommy! Mommy I’m cumming…fuck cumming inside!”, he squealed, holding you close while you settled your hips above him.

The delicious warmth of his creamy load filling your womb set all of your nerves ablaze with pleasure, you held his head flush to your chest smiling at the muffled moans he still hiccuped as he filled you. Lucifer was already exhausted but to lost in his head to acknowledge the ache in his pretty cock.

“That’s it let it all out sweetheart. Doing so good for me, love you so much Lucifer.”, you hummed kissing his rosey cheeks.

His body was shaking already from the overstimulation, his breaths were ragged and heavy. You knew he couldn’t last much longer, you were ready to give him a break but he was so fucked out of his mind that he couldn’t let you go. “One more. One more time mommy please, I’ll be good I promise.”, he begged, tears forming in his beautiful eyes.

“No honey you can’t handle anymore. You did so good for me, it’s okay I’ll settle down in a bit.”, you promised him, cupping his cheeks in your soft hands just to kiss him some more. Lucifer stared up at you with glossy eyes, his smile dropping into a sad pout, how could you be so cruel to deny him bringing you to ecstasy? His desire to please you and bring you to orgasm was stronger than his sense of reason, if his normal body was to tired than his demon form should suffice. You felt his tail wrap around your waist and then noticed his horns appear, “Lucifer?”

Before you knew it you’d been flipped onto your back, Lucifer now settled between your legs holding your hips up at an angle that would allow him to bully your sweet spot. His eyes had changed but the same desperation shined in them while his cheeks grew a deeper shade of red. You couldn’t say anything to him to talk him out of this little trance he was in, you simply accepted your fate hoping he’d settle down once he’d made you cum. Slowly but surely he pushed past the slight pain in his achy cock until he’d set the perfect rhythm.

“Cum. Cum for me (y/n), please I need to feel you cum around my cock.”, he whined breathlessly, slamming his hips into you like a mindless toy.

Your back arched off the bed in pleasure and your legs trembled against his hips, “Luci! Right there, th-that’s it right there!”, you squealed feeling his tip rub against your g-spot.

He’s not sure what happened after that, he found himself to lost in pleasing you that he had seemed to black out. The tip of his tail moved from your waist down to your swollen little clit and began rubbing it vigorously. He moaned your name over and over again with each thrust of his hips, your inner walls clenching and sucking his cock in desperately as you neared your end.

“Fuck mommy so good! Your pussy loves my cock so much.”, Lucifer moaned leaning against you to kiss your breasts and neck.

You agreed with him feeling the knot in your stomach ready to come undone and release your final orgasm. Lucifer didn’t stop even if his cock ached so much, he had to please you, he just had to make you cum like a good boy.

“Don’t stop…right there…right there I’m so close fuck!”, you squealed trying so hard to hold it until Lucifer was close.

You could feel his tears falling against your chest he was so fucked out of his mind that he was close to blacking out but he couldn’t not yet. His golden eyes focused on the beautiful skin of your unmarked neck, he let out a demonic moan and sunk his teeth into your neck biting down hard to ground himself. That bite was all it took to send you over the edge, the sudden pain, the stimulation to you clit, and the fullness of his spasming cock inside of you was all it took to have you squirting over him. You collapsed flat on the bed once your orgasm had passed, struggling to catch your breath from the intensity of your final round.

“Damn Luci…y-you sure know how to show a girl heaven.”, you giggled hugging him weakly above you. You’d turned to press a kiss to his cheek when you finally noticed he’d fainted on top of you and turned back to normal, you panicked for a moment but quickly refocused and rolled over so he was now laying on the bed. You slowly got off of his cock and started to gently tap his face to try and wake him. It took a few minutes of calling his name and stroking his head but eventually he did wake up.

“(Y-y/n)?”, he called to you in a groggy tone.

You gave him a small smile and nodded your head, “Hey sleeping beauty, c’mon lets go shower so we can turn in for the night. You did such a perfect job, thank you for making me feel so special.”, you hummed.

You noticed his eyes still seemed glossed over, he seemed to be daydreaming. You knew what that meant and after being treated so well you were more than happy to return the favor. You carried him to the bathroom to shower with him and held him up while the water gently cascaded down on your bodies. He was still so out of it but you didn’t mind at all, you were happy to bathe him and shampoo his hair. You talked slowly to him, just offering praise and saying ‘I love you’ to him over and over. Once you dressed him and yourself you gently tugged him along to the bed, of course you changed the sheets and offered him some water before tucking him in.

“Do you want any food? More water? C’mon baby talk to me.”, you giggled, kissing his temple sweetly.

He gave a slow blink before shaking his head no, he held your hand gently tugging it and scooting over so you could join him in bed. “Just stay.”, he spoke softly patting the bed for you.

You smiled and took your spot next to him, “You really are the greatest, the greatest lover, the greatest king, and a better father. I’m so happy to have you.”, you confessed softly, Lucifer slowly filled your arms, burying his face in your chest as sleep finally started getting the better of him.

“Don’t leave me.”, he whined.

You stared down at him a bit shocked but knew it was just his fear of being abandoned again talking, you kissed the top of his head softly and held him close, “I won’t Lucifer I promise, I love you.”, you whispered softly listening to his soft snores slowly fill the room.

Sleep was exactly what your tired body needed right now, hopefully by tomorrow Lucifer would be back to normal.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Charlie let out a loud yawn as she entered the kitchen for breakfast, her bedhead was wild like a lion’s mane but everyone was used to it. The familar smell of something sweet caught her attention along with a happy tune being hummed. She blinked away her sleep staring at her father happily cooking pancakes in his robe and duckie slippers.

“Dad? What are you doing up this early?”, she asked.

Lucifer turned and smiled at his precious daughter handing her a fresh cup of coffee, “Good morning Charlie, I was just whipping myself up some breakfast before heading out for the day. I’m taking (y/n) out on date.”, he cheered.

Angel entered the room and despite being tired also noticed a subtle change in Lucifer, he looked extremely refreshed and relaxed almost youthful if he was being honest. Angel instantly recognized what was going on, Razzle took the tray of food from Lucifer and flew off to his room.

“I made plenty for everyone if you need me I’ll be upstairs with the love of my life! Bye bye now!”, Lucifer smiled happily skipping back to the elevators.

Angel watched the happy man disappear and let out a hearty laugh, “He so totally got laid last night!”

Charlie’s face flushed red upon hearing such a thing, “Angel please be quiet.”, she groaned sipping her coffee.

Frankly he wasn’t wrong but Charlie was just to tired to process that her Hotel Receptionist was sleeping with her Father. Oh well at least you made him happy.

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𓏲 ˖. ♡ Ekko as your bf

having the boy who shattered time as your bf

warnings. none, just all fluff (truly need it after act iii)

How You Got Together.

• It started with a deep friendship. You were someone who always stuck by him through thick and thin, whether it was sneaking into Zaun’s alleys to watch him race or sitting on rooftops together while he talked about his plans to make Zaun a better place.

• Ekko didn’t realize his feelings right away, but every time he saw you cheering him on or patching up his wounds after another risky stunt, something in his chest warmed.

• One day, during a quiet moment after a long day of running with the Firelights, he blurted it out. “You know, you’re the only person who keeps me sane around here. I think I’m in love with you.”

• You were stunned for a second, but when you smiled and told him you felt the same way, he grinned so wide his face hurt. “Guess we’re stuck with each other, huh, Firefly?”

Nicknames He Gives You.

• Firefly — His favorite. You’re his little spark of light in Zaun’s darkness.

• Shorty/Tallie — Depending on your height, he’ll playfully tease you about it.

• Gearhead — If you have any interest in tinkering or helping him fix things, this becomes a fond nickname.

• Starling — For when he’s feeling extra soft and poetic.

• Babe — When he’s feeling casual or playful.

Love Languages.

• Acts of Service: Ekko loves taking care of you in small, thoughtful ways: tinkering with gadgets to make your life easier, fixing anything you need, or walking you home to make sure you’re safe.

• Physical Touch: He’s touch-starved, and it shows. He thrives on hand-holding, cuddling, and casual touches like ruffling your hair or resting his hand on your knee during meetings.

• Quality Time: Ekko values the moments when it’s just the two of you. Whether you’re hanging out in the hideout or watching the stars from the rooftops, he treasures your company.

How He Shows Affection.

• He has this way of looking at you like you’re his entire world, especially when you’re laughing or talking about something you’re passionate about.

• He’s a sucker for forehead kisses: quick, soft, and full of love.

• Ekko likes to surprise you with little gifts he makes himself, like a glowing trinket to wear or a gadget that makes your life easier.

• When he’s feeling especially bold, he’ll pull you close by the waist and murmur something sweet in your ear just to see you blush.

What He’s Like in a Relationship.

• He’s fiercely loyal and protective, always making sure you’re safe and cared for.

• Ekko is a mix of playful and serious. he’ll joke around to make you laugh, but when it comes to your happiness or well-being, he’s all locked in.

• He listens to you like it’s the most important thing in the world, always giving you his full attention. He’s like completely mesmerized with the way you speak to him. like it could literally be you just yapping about the stupidest thing and you will still have his full attention. Ekko would be all smiley and smitten he just loves hearing you talk about your interests.

Dates with Him.

• Rooftop stargazing is one of his favorites. He’ll bring a blanket and snacks, and you’ll spend hours lying side by side, talking about anything and everything.

• Late-night walks through Zaun, where he shows you hidden spots he loves, like graffiti walls he painted or quiet corners with the best views of the Undercity lights.

• He loves taking you everywhere with him. Anywhere, that would allow him to proudly show you off to his crew.

• Sometimes, dates are simple. Fixing things together, cooking (well, attempting to), or dancing to music in the hideout.

• Taking you to do inventions. Whether it’s with heimerdinger or not he will not mind having you around while he does his nerdy stuff. Encourages you while you try to do something while failing miserably.

What He Loves About You the Most.

• Your unwavering support. He’s always carrying the weight of Zaun’s struggles, and you’re the one person who makes him feel like it’s okay to lean on someone else for a while.

• Your laughter. It’s his favorite sound, and he’ll do anything to hear it.

• Your determination. Whether you’re helping him with the Firelights or pursuing your own goals, he admires your drive and tenacity.

• The way you care for others. It reminds him of why he fights so hard to protect Zaun.

Arguments with Him.

• Ekko HATES arguing, especially with you. He’ll try to keep his cool, but sometimes his frustration slips out.

• He’s quick to apologize if he’s in the wrong. He doesn’t like going to bed angry, so he’ll do whatever it takes to make things right before the night ends.

• If you’re upset, he’ll give you space if you need it, but he’ll always check in to make sure you’re okay. “Look, I’m sorry. I just… I hate fighting with you. Can we talk about this?”

• Arguments never last long because both of you care too much to stay mad.

Little Things He Does for You.

• He always checks in on you, whether it’s through quick messages or showing up to see you in person.

• He’ll steal your snacks but always makes sure to bring extras so you don’t actually lose out.

• Ekko loves playing with your hair, whether it’s braiding it, twirling it around his finger, or just running his hands through it absentmindedly.

• When you’re stressed, he’ll pull you into a hug and whisper, “You got this, Firefly. I believe in you.”

• If he notices you shivering, he’ll shrug off his jacket and wrap it around you without a second thought.

Moments That Make Him Soft.

• When you fall asleep on his shoulder after a long day. He’ll sit perfectly still so he doesn’t wake you, his heart melting at how peaceful you look.

• The way you light up when you see him, like he’s the only person in the world that matters.

• When you cheer him on during one of his missions. Your belief in him gives him strength like nothing else.

• Watching you interact with Scraps or other animals. He loves seeing your gentle, caring side.

Overall in my opinion.

Ekko as your boyfriend is a mix of excitement, warmth, and unwavering devotion. He’s someone who will always have your back, someone who will fight for you and with you, and someone who will treasure every moment you spend together. With him, life in Zaun feels a little brighter, a little safer, and a whole lot more full of love.

note. just my opinion :3

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We love depressed dads beating up a bitch for their little princesses

every nanami headcannons post i see is like “nanami is a provider, nanami is a breadwinner...”

ARE YOU KIDDING. NANAMI NEEDS A WOMAN WHO MAKES BAG SO HE CAN QUIT HIS JOB AND BE A HOUSEHUSBAND.

this man HATES work and you’re telling me that he wants to be the sole provider? PLEASE be real for a second. nanami was built for domesticity. he needs a girl who can buy a cute little house by the sea where all he has to worry about is reading his books and loving his woman.

like this man will make sure you come home every night to a clean house and a warm dinner and then eat ur pussy like a champ. his girl takes care of him so he’s gonna take care of her and he’s gonna take care of her good.

service dom to end all service doms. you want dick after a long day of work? he’s gonna make you see stars and then take care of you like a princess. you want to be slapped around? sure. he’ll tie you up and use you, but best believe your cumming at least 4 times. you want it soft and gentle? that’s what you’ll get. anything for his hard working baby.

and once you're nice and worn out and sleeping comfortably in bed, he's going to the kitchen to make ur lunch for tomorrow. complete with a little note on the napkin reminding you how much he loves you.

nanami deserves a life as a malewife. keep that man barefoot and in the kitchen.

this is the correct opinion and i will not be arguing my point any further at this time. thank you for listening.

PENITENCE

• feeling or showing sorrow and regret for having done wrong.

Synopsis: Satoru Gojo’s demise lead him into a heart wrenching dream-like state, where all he can see is you. You and him. Him and you. People he’s lost, people he could have met.

Satoru Gojo x fem!reader, angst, mention of slight gore with Satorus injuries, Silly drabble cause i was bored, not my best work 😝

Satoru’s eyes jolt open to his heart racing, and he swears it never beat this fast before. His body feels like it weighs million and millions of pounds. He plants his hands on the ground, sensing fine grains filtering in through his fingers as he looks down, hands sinking in fine sand.

His head is spinning, his mind feels like a static. It’s like his nerves are just firing off whenever they see fit. He stands up, brushing the sand off his torso as he looks down. His shirt is torn, his stomach is a mess of blood and guts he really doesn’t wish to look at. He looks back at the sand, noticing the indent of his shape, the blood splattered across the silhouette, a menacingly sharp line of blood over his waist is the only indication of his injury.

He should have bled out. He died.

Satoru’s torso feels like it’s going to fall apart—Like some strange force is keeping him in one piece. This is all so surreal, Satoru knows it’s not reality. Its a twisted looking world, so sweet looking it makes him want to shut his eyes and ignore how much he wishes to stay. This is most definitely a dream, or the afterlife, or both. Has he really crossed to the other side to be met with just a this?

He observes the sigh of a pretty beach before him. Golden sand, a nice pink sky, calm oceans, it’s picturesque. Like a painting. He stumbles forward, trying to keep himself steady as each footstep sinks into the sand. He walks normally, not feeling any pain or discomfort. None of those stings in his lower back, not an ache in his muscles, nothing.

He walks, not seeing any difference in his surroundings. He may have zoned out a few steps in, each step so agonizingly boring he may die from that instead of the injury present on his body.

“‘Toru!” Satoru stops abruptly, eyes blown wide as he hears a voice. Your voice. You giggle so sweetly, and he looks around frantically to search for you. Any glimpse of you could make him move forward, anything to prove you’re there. Its empty, and he feels himself die a little. Such a pretty beach turned so ugly and wretched in your absence. Where the hell are you? Why won’t you run to him? He dying, for gods sake!

“Toru! Come back, don’t go yet!” Your voice speaks up, echoing in his brain as he picks up the pace, trying to search for you. Why do you sound so happy? You shouldn’t be, it’s not the right time. Satoru adores your joy, but at the sight of him split in half, you would not be giggling and calling his name. You’d be in shambles, heartbroken.

His eyes catch a glimpse of something, someone in the water. Himself? He watches his own body rise from the waves, his skin tinted pink on his shoulders, in swimming trunks and sunglasses. Sunburnt to a crisp, as usual. “Coming—“ he runs over to the shore, and Satoru stands there stunned.

What can he make of this, he doesn’t know. This other Satoru is him, and he knows it, he feels it. He’s an image in his dream. Satoru never believed himself to be so arrogant as to dream of himself all sexy coming out of the water, thats not what’s going on.

He watched the figment of himself run, and the beach seems endless until everything comes full circle. You’re on the beach towel, in your bathing suit as you chide at the sunburnt Satoru for being careless, pinching his cheek. You push him down, sitting behind him as you gently spread sunscreen on his shoulders.

Satorus breath hitches, knees feeling weak as he watches the sight in front of him. This must be hell, he’s made up his mind. Is his afterlife just him having to watch another version of himself happily in your care? it cuts him to the core.

“Y/n!” He calls out, feeling an unfamiliar throb in his abdomen. He forgets he’s dead, forgets that soon this dream, as beautiful as it is, in a twisted way, shall end. And hell fall into a twisted abyss, a cold dark sea, having failed at his duty. At being the strongest, at protecting people.

He wonders if this is karma, punishing him for his actions. Maybe in another universe, he’s as happy as the sunburnt version of him is. Laughing, smiling, spending time with you. Maybe these are versions of himself, those that didn’t die, those that got to live life to the fullest.

Your lack of a response is noted, and he continues walking, ignoring the sight as he moves forward, trying not to look back. Maybe the universe is cursing him for dying, showing him what he could have had. It feels like hes walking through millions of possibilities, each hurting just as much as the last. He walks through beaches and bedrooms, fields of flowers, wedding halls, family homes.

Another jolt of pain hits him, and he hears your voice again. He was walking trying to ignore everything, trying to power through his he sights and not make himself feel guilty for dying. He looks down, noticing bland grey tiles as your voice hits him again. So painfully beautiful.

“‘Toru, wanna hold her?”

Satoru can’t bear to look, he can’t. Seeing a possibility of that with you, its not possible. He doesn’t want to die like this, he wanted it to be peacful, filled with nothing but positive thoughts. But the ache in his heart is more than enough as he turns his head, screwing his eyes shut as he takes in a shaky breath.

He watches himself hold your baby, tears streaming down his own face as you comfort him best you can. Your daughter holds the dream-Satorus finger, fast asleep, swaddled in a pretty pink blanket. The real Satoru walks forward, staring down at the bundle of joy as another jolt hits him.

He reaches down to try and touch her, maybe get a glimpse of what could have been. Shes cute, red as a tomato, wailing like an ambulance. But she was yours, she’s yours. And he curses himself for not actually being able to experience this, envious of something that isn’t even real. His hand phases through the baby like he’s a ghost, and Satoru recoils at having his hand in your babies face. This isn’t where his place is. This is the vision of father Satoru and his baby, the mother of the little Gojo right beside him. He can’t live in their life, he can’t be the sobbing Satoru with a daughter in his arms.

Satoru steps back, trying to calm his own breathing as he begins walking again, the vision of the hospital room fading. So many versions of you two flash around him, his surroundings changing each time.

He sees more an more, from seeing Geto and Shoko, to you holding little Megumi when his leg broke as careless teenagers. To getting weird stares when you bought him clothes because people thought you were teen parents. All of it makes Satoru coil up in utter despair. He may be the strongest, but he doesn’t want to die!

He forgets how long hes been walking, a jolt of pain hitting him as he stops. A breeze washes over him, and he finds himself in a large field of white roses. The pain is getting to him, and he feels like hes been ripped apart. He has been, but thats besides the point.

He stops, eyes glued to ground. He feels as if he can see his own reflection, the ground almost mirror-like. He can’t begin to count how many lashes and gashes are on his body, the way his entire torso feels like its being held on by a thread.

would he have done things differently if he knew? Would he have joined Suguru? Made sure Haibara didn’t die? Kill Toji before he killed Riko? Destory the ugly stich faced cursed before he set Nanami ablaze?

Would he have married you if he knew he’d die? No, he wouldn’t.

As if the Satoru Gojo would leave you a widow at 27.

Would you look pretty in a wedding dress? Silly question, of course you would.

Suguru would be his best man.

Megumi would bring you your rings.

And he’d cry, he’d cry super ugly, fat tears.

But he can’t, can’t think of what else he’d do after that as he feels his body hit hard ground, feeling his body slide apart like a cartoon. This is the real world, isn’t it? Dreams don’t last forever.

His legs are gone, all he can see is the sky is a flicker of the sky, blurry and dim. Its clear, blue as his eyes. He feels warm, disgustingly at ease. He’s leaving people behind, but at last, he’s resting.