This is just a compilation of a bunch of imagines and one-shots I've come up with over years of writing. I'll take requests, as long as I know the fandom (I am willing to do my research). My favourites are Harry Potter, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, a...
It was now lunch, and Pitch finally convinced Y/N to get her ass off the couch so he could at least move. "You're a comfy pillow," Y/N pouted as she sat on the couch and watched Pitch stretch.
"I know," he said with a smirk, poking her nose. "But I'm tired of cuddling. I want to do something more... exciting..."
Y/N caught his wrist as he dragged his long, slender finger down her chin. "I need to have lunch," she giggled, raising her eyebrow sceptically.
"You are my lunch, remember?" he purred, removing his hand from her grasp and using it to feel her curves beneath the fabric of her dress.
She shivered under his touch. "Y-Yes..." Her face was flushed red from desire burning in her cheeks.
"Hmm... well, I like my lunch dressed differently..." Pitch waved his hand and the shadows that made up Y/N's dress began to morph around her into a different shape. Gooseflesh formed on her skin from the feeling of the comforting cold. When everything was settled, Pitch gazed lovingly at Y/N. "I knew you would look stunning in that."
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Y/N twirled around and posed in it for him. "I make anything look good," she stated with a smirk.
Pitch stalked up behind her and placed his lips to her ear. "You would look even better with my cock deep inside of you... making you scream..." he growled seductively.
Y/N felt herself grow wet just from his words. She bit her lip and glanced down, her hand moving to her womanhood, pushing her panties aside.
But Pitch took his hand and pulled hers back, not allowing her to touch herself. She whined, but instantly shut up when Pitch swiped his finger along her clit, feeling her wetness. He chuckled deeply, a sound that sent shivers down Y/N's spine.
"So, very wet for me... does this happen often?" He grinned as she nodded. "But now I am finally here to satisfy your every need... your every want... your every desire..."
"What I need, what I want, and what I desire is all the same," Y/N murmured, leaning her back into Pitch's chest. "It's you."
Pitch hummed in her ear as he walked around her so that he was now facing her. He ran his hands along her body, savouring her perfect shape. "I feel the same way about you, love." He gently kissed her forehead, his hands finally finding a resting place at her hips.
He trailed his kisses from her forehead, to her nose, to her lips, which he captured. She wrapped her arms around his neck to deepen their embrace and their kiss. Pitch's hands slid down to her ass, where he squeezed, eliciting a gasp from Y/N.
Pitch took this opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth and explore it. Y/N could've cried from how real this all was. It was no longer a dream, it was amazing! And it felt so damn good. But she wanted-no- she needed more.
Pitch seemed to sense this, however, and his hand continued their descent to her thighs. He tapped them, signalling for her to jump. She did, securely wrapping her legs around his waist. She could feel his bulge through his clothes as he carried her down the hallway to her bedroom, never breaking the kiss.
The pair stumbled into the bedroom, landing on the bed so that Pitch was lying on his back and Y/N was straddling him. She worked his tunic off and discarded it across the room, leaving him in just his boxers.
She moved her hips, grinding on his bulge as she leaned down and kissed his stomach. She slowly moved up, kissing every inch of his body until she reached his lips, where she stayed. Y/N wanted to savour every inch of Pitch.
Y/N grinding on his cock was driving him mad, so Pitch flipped them over, never breaking their kiss. He finally pulled away just for a moment, waving his hand so that just her bra and robe disappeared... but she was still in her soaked panties.
Smirking, Pitch showered Y/N in kisses on her torso, enjoying her squirming beneath him and begging for more. "Oh, fuck, please..." she whimpered, her hand moving to rub her clit beneath her panties again.
Pitch allowed her to this time, his long, slender fingers lingering at the waistline of her panties. "And you are sure this is what you want? This is real..." he reminded her.
Y/N nodded eagerly, her breathing getting heavy as she lusted for him more. "Yes, please!" she begged.
"Hmmm... alright..." Pitch smiled widely as he waved his hand to remove her panties. He pulled her hand away and replaced it with his on her clit, rubbing circles. Y/N moaned and bucked her hips up slightly.
While he continued to rub her, Pitch removed his boxers, his erection springing out. Y/N bit her lip when she saw it, wanting nothing more than to see it buried deep inside of her.
Pitch used his other hand to pump his throbbing member for a few moments as he continued to touch Y/N. He noticed her staring at his cock intently, watching the pre-cum leak from the tip and drop on her thigh.
"P-Pitch..." she groaned, bucking her hips up.
"Alright, my love." Pitch removed his hand from her and slid himself into her entrance. He began to slide in and out of her, Y/N's moans increasing in volume with each movement.
It seemed as though he effortlessly hit her g-spot, driving Y/N crazy. "Oh, yes, right there! Oh, don't stop, don't stop!!" she cried out.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to stop until the whole street knows who is making you feel this good," he purred, picking up his speed so he was thrusting harder and faster inside of her.
"Fuck, PITCH!" Y/N screamed, feeling herself incredibly close to release as the knot in her stomach began to unravel. "Pitch, I'm cumming!!!"
Pitch maintained his pace and chuckled. "Yes... be a good girl and cum for Daddy."
Y/N exploded all over him, moaning Pitch's name in ecstasy. She came so hard around him that she saw stars.
Pitch grunted, his dick pulsating as her walls clenched tightly around him. He gripped her waist tightly as he came, filling her up with his warm seed.
He rode out his high, slightly overstimulating Y/N a bit before pulling out. Her legs were shaking, and Y/N whimpered lightly as their juices flowed out of her, creating a mess on her new bedspread.
But Pitch easily cleaned it up and then got a rag with hot water that he used to wipe Y/N. She was a tad bit sore already, so she winced a bit but she did feel better when Pitch was done.
He climbed into bed beside her and wrapped his arms securely around her shoulders. "What a great lunch. Wouldn't you say so?"
Y/N giggled as she laid her head against Pitch's chest and closed her eyes, forgetting about her earlier hunger. "Yes, yes I would..."
