His thick cock thumped ferociously into your pretty pink pussy as his plump lips kissed your ankle over his shoulder. You clenched around him, squriming under his firm hold while being suffocated by euphoria. Orgasm after orgasm, he shoved his dick back into you, ramming into your cervix as tears fell down your wispy lashes. He stretched your brown leg over his shoulder, gripping the other with a tatted muscular arm around his waist.
“Allat fuckin back talk… -tss fuck”
He hissed hardly able to finish his sentence, your tight hole kept him from being able to fully pull out, not that he’d ever even wanna. The thought of being hit with the cool air of his apartment after being inside his warm, soft girl sent a shudder through his spine. Nah fuck allat..So to compensate, he slowed down feeding deep passionate strokes cus he wasn’t finished jussttt yet. He let go of your legs finally, then slowly lowered himself to your pierced ear.
“Keep giving me attitude infront of them bitches ion like n you gon feel it mama.”
“Fuckkkk Daddy I’m sorr-ughhhh”
He shoved his dick alllll the way into you, feeling your gummy walls enclose him as you came..again.He felt your body spasm, watching your eyes close while your back arched. You looked like art.
“Sorry not gon do it this time Y/n” he grunted, slowly hovering his thumb over your puffy nipples.
“Hmmmmphhh ‘s too muchhh m tired baby—AH!” He pinched the small bud between his index and thumb.
“Shut that shit up”, he readily eased out of you, sitting up on his mattress, low eyes staring into your soul.
“You gon gimmie one more…”
hii chat I think I’m a lil rusty but i hope you like!~𝓵𝓮
Thinking about stiles eating you out, LET ME TELL YOU THAT MAN IS AN EATER.
Think about it, his large hands holding your thighs open while he feasts on your pussy like he's starving.
Stiles is a pleaser through and through, he loves hearing your little noises and feeling your twitches, it's a sign he's doing good.
He'd make you come multiple times by just eating you out. You could feel his smug grin against your pussy when you come for the third time.
You'd have to push him away to make him stop, he's not stopping on his own, not even when you're barely incoherent from the overstimulation.
He'll never get tired of eating you out. And when you try to push him away he's like a rabid animal, trying to larch on again, gripping your thighs, nearly growling.
When you do manage to pus him away, his face is glistening and don't even think about wiping it up.
Your Husband, Katsuki Bakugo was going on a loooong mission. It was tradition for you and katsuki to fuck like wild animals before a long trip, going at it all night before the both of you dozed off, getting like two hour of sleep before the day begun.
So, it didnt surprise you when he popped up behind you, slithering his arms around your waist as you cut up some veggies, making him some homemade snacks for his trip. “Hmmph. I told you ian need all these snacks. come lay wit me.” he whined in your ear like a needy child. “No, kacchan. You’ll practically die without em.” You rolled you eyes, feeling him kiss slowly at your neck. “do I look like a fuck’n loser ta you?” He grunted, feeling offended ass hell.
“sit. or your gonna make me cause a mess. I’m almost done.” You ignored his smart remark, slightly smirking as you felt his eyes burn holes into the side of your face before huffing and sitting on the counter. He would looove to make a mess outta you. “tch, fine.” He grumbled.
After what seemed liked hours to him, you were finally done, throwing a rag in the wash before turning to him. He was already looking right at you. He loved how you looked in those tiny shorts and barely visible lace cami , as majority of your upper half was covered by the oversized apron. “You ok, kats? What’d you wanna do?” you spoke, snapping him back to reality as you acted completely oblivious to the bulge in his grey sweats. You wanted to see how long it would take for him to crack.
“Nuthin. Let’s go watch a movie or somethin.” he frowned as he grabbed your tiny hand and led you to the parlor.
—
The movie was shit. Katsuki let you pick the film and it was horrible. It was a stupid dub, the audio was delayed and the plot was stupid. You only ever put on a shit film to cover up the little moans and whimpers you made as he fucked you. But still, after 30 minutes in and him sneaking a hand under the blanket to cuddle you tighter as he rubbed on your ass, still, nothing. He wished he could just skip to the part where he fucks you stupid. “D’you need something, kats?” you cooed as you cupped his jaw.
“Gimme kiss.”, the pro hero pouted, all whiny and wanting. You kissed him, sweet and slow as his grip on your ass tightened, tongue all over your plump lips as the sound of your lips smacking together overpowered the movie. In one swift, quick movement, Katsuki’s body was stretched across the couch, laying flat as you straddled him. He quickly tugged one of the camis straps down to see you were wearing no bra. “Just as needy as me. Slut” he grunted before pulling the vest low enough for your full tits to bounce out, making you whimper from the cold air hitting your nipples. He took one of them into his mouth, sucking of your tits with a groan as you whimpered. You slowly started grinding your clothed pussy against the buldge in his pants, the friction almost making you cum right then and there. “f-fuck. I need you kats. Don’t go on that mission” you whined as his tongue swirled over your hardened nipple. “I gotta go, sweets. T’night will make up for it. fuck ya so—shiiit good.” he babbled breathlessly as he toyed with your nipples to make up for the loss of his mouth. You reached back, quickly dragging his joggers back as much as they could go, since he was laying down before struggling to slide off the thin little shorts you wore before katsuki smacked your hand away and ripped the cheap material in half and discarded it somewhere. You grabbed his thick, veiny nine inches out of his boxers as the leaking, flushed tip pressed against the soaked part of you panties before you pushed it to the side and slowly sank on his length with a moan.
“sh-shit. I can’t take any more—“
“I didn’t marry an ugh weakling. let me feel you.. keep goin. thaats it.” He growled as he guided your hips towards the base of his cock. You moaned, breathing heavily as you slid your palms under his shirt, gripping onto his body as you bounced on him slowly. “fuck me like you mean it, shiiit—if you wanna cum.” He groaned lowly, delivering an impatient smack to your ass before you leaned in, smushing your tits against his face as you bounced faster. Katsuki didn’t know where to look. Not when your fat tits were bouncing in his face, or the pretty little face he fell in love with. You looked so good like this. Biting on your bottom lip with furrowed brows and your hair all messy. The sound of skin clapping, moans and pussy squelches took over the entire room as the movie played faintly in the back. His bulbous tip poked your g spot with each bounce you made but, still, it wasn’t enough. You couldn’t fuck yourself nearly as good as he could. He wrapped his arms around you, one on the back of your head as he tucked you in the crook of his neck before fucking up into your soaked pussy, juices trickling onto his thighs and coating his dick. His eyes rolled back slightly as his grunts got uncontrollable and his thrusts got more desperate. He was so so close. You were too, thigh trembling as you whimpered and gasped into his ear. “f-fuck! soo good kats.. haah—m’gonna cum. can I cum?”
“you better fuck’n come.” he growled, feeling his release on the tip of his tongue. You did as told and came, the milky white substance trickling down your thighs and painting his dick white. he quickly pulled out, stroking his length fast as he released all over the orange blanket behind you. You were gonna be stuck cleaning that all alone tomorrow. worth it tho.
It wasn’t over, in-fact it had just begun. He took you to the island counter, bending you over and fucking you till you saw stars, smacking on your ass and shoving your head down onto the cold marble.
and then mating press until you cried and your pussy was throbbing, begging him to let you rest for ten minutes.
and then head as a ‘reward’ since you were such a good girl.
So when you were wiping down the counters, watching the blanket spin in the washing machine and trying to clean the wet spot off the couch in the awfully quiet house, you didn’t regret it one bit.
—݁˖ 𝜗𝜚 ANDREW ‘POPE’ CODY who accidentally tells you to stfu while knuckles deep inside you.
WARNINGS ! 18+MDNI fem reader, praise kink, pet names (baby, bunny, sweetheart, good girl, sir, daddy etc) sub/dom dynamics, fingering, size kink if you squint, orgasm control if you squint, dacryphillia, slightest suffocation
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Smurf had been letting you crash on the couch for the past two weeks while you tried to figure out how to afford an apartment.
So when you got back from work, exhausted and missing your boyfriend, he was already sitting on the couch waiting for you in silence.
You dropped your work bag and kicked off your shoes as you quietly approached him.
“Hi baby..” You whispered.
His whole face immediately lit up the moment he saw you, he set his beer down and motioned for you to lay with him.
You slid yourself next to him as your back pressed against his chest and your head rested on his bicep.
“Is everyone asleep?” You asked nuzzling into him.
“Yeah…tell me about your day.” He mused while placing his calloused hand on your hip.
“It was so boring Andy, my feet hurt, my back hurts..and i think my periods coming because my boobs are like rock hard-“ He couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at that while his hand slowly lowered from your hip to your lower stomach.
“I’m sorry sweetheart, soon you won’t have to work at all..we’ll get our own place-no more couch hopping.” He breathed out as his hand slid into your pants, past your panties. His thick finger was warm against your clit
“I know-i just don’t know if i can handle working at the bar. Too many stupid drunks-“ You muttered out closing your eyes as your thighs clenched around his hand.
“Yeah?” He groaned out in your ear whilst running his finger along your wet slit before slowly pushing his thick finger inside of you.
“Mhm…i didn’t get many tips either-“ You huffed biting your lip to swallow the moans coming from your throat.
He slid a second finger into you keeping them curled as he maintained a steady pace. He loved how tight and spongy you felt while his thumb pressed against your clit. You knew you wouldn’t be able to keep up with being quiet, so you kept talking.
“I served this girl, she-fuck..she was nice and left me fifty dollars just for showing her where the bathroom was-“
“Such a sweet girl..you feel so good” He whispered as his fingers worked faster. You chased the feeling with your hips as you could feel the warmth in your tummy.
“Then-then there was this one guy..he was an asshole and made my coworker-“
“Shut the fuck up.” He barked as his fingers stopped inside of you.
You turned your head to look at him, he knew he fucked up.
“Andrew you-“
He instantly covered your mouth with his free hand as he shook his head.
“I’m sorry-baby-i’m sorry i just meant…you can stop talking now.” He chirped as his fingers began moving again.
He didn’t move his hand from your mouth, in-fact, he held it there tighter making you breathe out of your nose as much as you could. He loved the control he had over you, how fast he could make you shut up.
You both were panting heavy and he could feel your hot breath against the palm of his hand as his fingers reached so deep inside of you hitting the sensitive spot of your pussy. You were so tired and your eyes began to droop from the sensation and lack of sleep.
"Good girl. You can do it, baby I know you're tired, but you're doing so well for daddy." He grasps onto your face tighter and you can feel his hard cock pressing into your ass.
“Mmm Andy-“ You choked out against his hand as small tears slipped your eyes that made him practically smile. You could feel your orgasm coming-hell so could he.
So he stopped, he pulled his fingers out of you resting his hand over your pussy with a low laugh, a teasing one of you will.
“I’m gonna carry you to the shower..and i’m gonna fuck you till you forget who you are.” He spat out while tapping your pussy.
You nodded as the tears went down your nose falling onto the couch. He slowly removed his hand from your mouth.
“You think you can be quiet bunny?” He asked grabbing your jaw softly to avert your gaze towards him.
“Yes-yes sir..” You whimpered as he tapped your pussy again sending a jolt through your spine.
“Atta’ girl.”
first drabble & andrew cody fic!!
thank you to- @spankyourlocalbrat for the lovely idea!
warning/tags: MDNI. NSFW. daddy kink, dom/sub undertones, praise, squirting, slow burn? Lucifer x fem!sinner!reader, established relationship, vaginal fingering, finger sucking, slight teasing, dirty talk, freaky, choking, and lowkey shit writing, hella Lucifer glaze, sorry not sorry
a/n: yes, hazbin hotel season 2 is out and i cannot stop thinking about Lucifer Morningstar, his fine self. i seriously went a bit crazy with this, but that last episode with his new song had me FERALL | ᯓ★ 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱
When the people of hell ask you what it’s like dating the king of hell, Lucifer, you would first say how you simply didn’t expect it to happen.
Sure, he’s always made you feel a type of way. Your first time seeing him, you knew you’d want to sink your fangs in.
Then you saw his true demon form, and his beautiful pearly white and red wings on the day of that crazy, holy, battle, and before you could stop your mouth from moving.. “Wow..” you sighed, in awe of the king himself. “He’s beautiful.”
Charlie, of course, was already watching you with that crazed, hopeful, look in her eyes and since then she made it her mission to get you guys together.
It isn’t news that Lucifer isn’t fond of sinners, he thinks they’re disgusting and the worst. But you believe in Charlie’s cause. You had a hopeful and beautiful look in your eye as Charlie explained the hotel to you. Lucifer most certainly noticed that, and it made it easier for him to fall for you.
Your relationship with him grew to be extremely passionate, romantic and beautiful.
Who knew the fallen angel, Lucifer, the king of hell, could love so hard.
Coming across Lucifer was like finding a diamond in a gold mine. You truly believe you are the luckiest woman in hell. His loyalty to you is unlike any devotion you’ve seen from others. He genuinely loves you, and you love him.
Actually, he’s OBSESSED with you in every single way, and is always so quick to compliment you, kiss you, touch you, please you.
He’s such a simpp, but you lovee it. You CAN’T have it any other way. Fuck that nonchalant shit, you like what’s yours to be loving you loud and without shame. And that’s exactly the kind of person YOUR king of hell is. Your precious, fallen angel.
And believe it, he’s sooo eager to please HIS precious, little angel.
That’s why when you two are relaxing downstairs with the rest of the gang, and you tug on his coat, looking up at him through your pretty lashes to get his attention, he immediately knows something is up.
His precious girl definitely needs something. You can’t help it or control yourself, stealing quick glances at him while you’re with everyone else still makes you get flashbacks of your last night with Lucifer. You couldn’t take it anymore.
You lean closer and whisper in his ear, “Luci, my love. I need you so bad right now.” He thinks he might just pounce and fuck you right then and there.
Ohhh, FUCK, he’s ready to ruin you.
Subtly and sneakily, watching the others to make sure they don’t interrupt your “spicy convo”, he snakes his hand around your waist and pulls you in a bit closer, locking eyes with you.
He leans in as well, his breath on your ear sending literal shivers down your spine and asks, “You gonna be a good girl for your king, angel?”
You sigh and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him flush against you, and whisper against his lips, “Anything for you, my king.”
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Yeah, he thinks he might just die.
Actually, YOU think you might die.
He has you wetter than you’ve ever been before, fingering your pretty little pussy with his jaw slacked, and eyes hooded, filled with a deep, dark desire.
He’s hungry for more, breathless, watching you squirm and react to every single touch he blesses you with.
He loves to finger the shit out of you, finger your pussy soo good, and watch you come undone from just that alone, sometimes, and he’s most certainly skilled at it.
“He must have the hands of God.” You think to yourself as your back arches.
It’s not enough, though. He NEEDS more.
He leans down toward your perfectly fucked out face and makes out with you so passionately, letting his tongue feel around in your mouth, letting both of your tongues tangle and swirl around each other. The kiss is HOT, sexy and desperate.
He pulls away from the kiss but still keeps his face very close to yours, his labored breaths hitting your face. You note how he smells like cinnamon bark and vanilla. God, you just wanna devour him.
“Baby,” you whine against his lips.
He curls his fingers and moves them in and out rhythmically. “That feel good, my sweet girl?”
“Mhmm, yess, baby. Fuu- yess, Luci,” You choke out.
He groans at the sound of your voice, he just lovess hearing you moan. You’re so loud and reactive. He can never ever get enough of it, how filthy the sounds are that you make, but how it’s so fucking sexy at the same time. He can’t stand it.
He can’t stop himself from bringing his hand around your throat and continues to finger fuck you at the same time. He brings himself closer to your ear and licks it a little before huskily mumbling in your ear, “Say yes, daddy.”
You gasp and shiver at the sensation of his forked tongue on your ear and his low voice. You might just come right now.
“Mmm. Y-Yess, daddy,” you whimper, desperately. You can’t take it anymore, you’re seriously wet and horny for him, off his skilled ass fingers and his voice.
You moan again while grinding against his hand, “Faster, please, daddy, please. M’gonna come.” The words helplessly spill out from your pretty lips, filled with heat and undeniable desire.
He moans from hearing you beg, letting him know how how dumb you are off his fingers alone.
“Yeah, angel? You love when daddy fingers you like this, hm? My pretty girl.” He muses as he changes his fingers’ tempo, removing them from inside you and bringing his very wet fingers to rub your clit, rubbing it so quickly that you immediately approach your climax.
“Mm, yess, daddy, please keep goingg, just like tha— ah!” You squirt like crazy. All over his hands and his sheets, your slick and wetness is everywhere.
“Woww, look at you,” Lucifer hisses, more than amused. “Look at this mess you made from only my fingers, princess.“
He brings his fingers to your mouth, giving you a knowing, suggestive look and you waste no time on wrapping your yummy lips around his digits, sucking and slurping all over his fingers. Sucking them like they are his hard, delicious cock.
You lick and suck his fingers clean, eagerly, moaning around them, all while looking him in the eye, happy to please your king in any single way.
He moans and literally growls at the sight of you licking his fingers like they’re about to disappear, and he thinks he might lose it.
He knows he’s really done it, though, when he feels your pretty hands paw at his hard on, through his trousers.
He looks at you to find out you’re already hungrily looking at him through your wet lashes and you literally fucking purr, “Your turn, daddy.”
He’s in for a longgg night, baby.
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a/n: wow. i must say i had SO much fun writing this. i’ll be honest, i never thought i’d ever end up writing for Lucifer or any character from hazbin, for that matter. but i seriously couldn’t help myself. this is also unexpectedly long. i just love writing for a simpy ass mannn ugh
being married has changed your entire relationship with mammon. he doesn't love you any less, you aren't fighting twice as much, no, nothing like that. he's gained an extra kinda of confidence, and now he can't keep his hands off of you. ever.
trying to be sweet and cook him some breakfast in morning, he'll stumble into the kitchen only a few minutes after you turned the stove on, unable to stay asleep for long without you in his arms. coming up behind you, arms wrapping around your middle while he buries his face into the crook of your neck, he sniffs at your neck–not stuble at all–before letting out a long, happy sigh. "hmm.. yer so cute, cookin' us breakfast.. in our kitchen.. our house.." the sniffs turn into kisses, which turn into bites, and then you're rushing to turn the stove off while mammon's hauling you up onto the counter and tugging at your pajamas.
cleaning up the house while he's at work, he comes through the door at the end of the day calling your name while you're carrying a basket of laundry. pausing on your way to the bedroom, you turn to him and smile happily. "welcome home, mammon," you greet, and he's rushing over to you, the basket in your arms quickly being replaced by six feet of clingy demon husband as he smothers your face in kisses. "i thought i–hmmf–told ya to wait for–aah–me so i could help," he whines against your lips, backing you towards the couch, his warm hands pawing at every part of you he can reach, and you both end up a heap of tangled limbs on the floor right next to the couch.
movie nights are no longer a family activity, and without his brothers around anymore, mammon doesn't have to be subtle with his touches. he'll drag you right into his lap, hugging you against his chest tight, and the intro has barely ended before his hand is in your pants. playing between your thighs, he encourages you to be as loud as you want–is basically begging you for it. "it's just us, remember? wanna hear you," he murmurs into your ear while his fingers tease you til you're a squirming mess, "yer so perfect. made just for me, weren't ya? all for me." he doesn't let up until you're coming all over his hand, leaving a sticky mess between your legs as you pant and tremble against his chest.
grocery trips end with a quickie in the back seat of his car in the parking lot. bouncing on his dick while he whimpers underneath you, hands gripping onto your hips as he guides you up and down, over and over again. "don't stop, don't stop..! 'm almost there," he cries, staring up at you like you hung the stars in the sky, pupils so wide you can see your own expression of pleasure reflected in them. when he comes, he keeps you sat on his lap, buried soo deep inside, mewling into your chest as he shakes through an orgasm. the windows are left foggy, clear evidence of what you two just did, and mammon leans over to draw a heart with both your initials in the center, a dopey smile on his face before dragging you into a long, sweet kiss that steals your breath.
he wants to take you out on dates, but seeing you all dressed up, all for him, reminds him of your wedding day, and he just gets so emotional, he has to fuck you deep and slow in your bed like he did on your wedding night. fingers tangled with yours above your head, he keeps eye contact while thrusting into you. drawn out grinds that has the tip of his dick reaching the deepest parts of you, making your back arch and your toes curl. "my baby.. still can't believe yer really mine.. love ya s'much," he basically sobs, genuine tears in the corners of his eyes as he leans in to kiss you, "marry me again? wanna do it all over. wanna do it forever."
this is trash but i keep thinking about IDO and how neither mammon nor mc can keep their hands to themselves. every other scene we're makin out, and i loveeeeee ittt
