explicit content ahead, underwear fixation, pussy pronouns, the pictures above do not describe reader, cnc (somnophilia) view at your discretion.
𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓖, 𝓦𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓒𝓸𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓫𝔂 𝓛. 𝓡
(divider by @chrisssiren )
Pope was a nasty mother fucker.
He touched himself raw, no lube, just pure callouses just because he liked the pain. he felt like he didn’t deserve to feel pleasure, he wasn’t a good man.
What he did to Catherine stuck, Baz’s death was holding onto him, Smurf’s words to him clung onto him like a bad case of chicken pox.
He didn’t deserve you, no. He knew when he slipped off your pretty underwear, slipping them into his pocket, God had forever locked the heavens gates.
And sometimes, just sometimes, he would mourn the man he could have been, going to church, raising a few kids, maybe even family dinners that didn’t mean having his mother watch him shower afterwards. He craved the normalcy.
Which is why he’s a nasty man. He could have it all, change his name, move to a new city, he knew how to do it. He knows how to keep a life unknown. but yet… he finds himself attached to you like the way your slick is attached to your pretty pink underwear.
He met you at one of Deran’s party’s, alone in a babydoll top, with shorts that rode up your ass. He didn’t mean to talk to you at all, but after seeing your drink spiked, he had truly no choice but to talk to you.
Thankfully, you gave him your number and told him to call. Calling took five hours out of his day, leaving you on the phone whenever he had business to do while you went everywhere but his arms.
And god he loved it, every minute, hearing your voice talking to the cashier, sometimes if he was lucky, you would let him hear your beautiful moans as you lightly tapped your clit thinking of him.
One night before he went to bed in your room, the room that was covered in fairy lights and everything pink, while he wore grey sweats and no shirt, he felt out of place having your pink clad breasts touch his scarred chest. Before falling asleep you whispered the most sinful words he’d ever hope to hear.
“Y’know… y’could do whatever you want to me when I’m asleep right?” you whispered softly to him, kissing his bicep. He didn’t respond, he didn’t know how to, just simply falling asleep with you (with a hand on his gun.)
He never meant to put good use to it, he doesn’t want to hurt you. Until of course the panty obsession.
Right before bed, you left your panties on the floor, you had fallen asleep on the couch, too tired from work. When he walked into your room making sure all the lights were off, he found the dirty underwear. He just couldn’t help himself!!!
Bringing the white cotton underwear to his face, he sniffs it deeply, afraid the scent will leak out. His nose touches some leftover discharge, without thinking, he licks it.
Licking it off until the underwear was almost fully soaked. Shoving them into his pocket, he goes to take a very cold shower.
(I’ll get into the panty sniffing more later…)
He kept secretly acting on it, stealing your underwear, stroking his cock, then finding new ones. It wasn’t until he found you laying down with nothing but his shirt and underwear on is when he really started testing out your limits.
He slowly walks to the bed, playing with the tiny bow on them, leaning down and pressing a small kiss to them too.
Then without a second thought, he climbs onto the frilly pink bed, hugging you from the side, then reaching his hand down to tug your panties forward, giving you a wedgie.
He sees the way your folds mold around it, your clit visible, your slick now soaking through the cotton, holding back a moan, he rubs his hard on between your ass, mesmerized at how your pussy takes your own underwear.
He slides the fabric back and forth, creating friction against your clit, you stir in your sleep. “Shhh.” He whispers in your ear, then whimpering once he feels the way your clit pulsates due to the touch.
Using his middle and ring finger, he touches the mold between your folds, playing with your hold he couldn’t exactly shove his fingers into, moaning against your neck. He was infatuated with the way your pussy moved and the way it held its form. Bringing his fingers to his lips, he sucks them gently, taking in your taste.
When you wake up in the morning, you’ll pretend not to notice the way your panties are pushed to the side and his cock inside.
Maybe you’ll just have to hump on your new panties and gift them to him, maybe he’ll confess his dirty secret!!!
guys i am so sick rn and the dreaded writers block has befallen upon me I DIDN'T THINK IT'D HAPPEN THIS QUICK I THOUGHT I STILL HAD A FEW 15-20K WORD LIMIT LEFT IN ME
someone gimme a pep talk and tell me to get my shit together
i miss writing this beautiful man sm and it's only been 2 days 😭
warnings: mentions of prev bad sex, very mild hurt/comfort, words like dick, slit, & hole used to describe the reader’s junk
“Sweetheart,” Eddie leans forward, pressing his chest to your back and nuzzling his nose into the back of your neck. “Feeling alright?”
“Course I am.” You reply without giving it a second thought, to which he gives your neck a little kiss.
“I know you too well for that.” He murmurs, stroking your waist affectionately. “You don’t need to lie for my sake.”
You let out a soft groan as Eddie’s thrusts grew faster. Letting your chest fall to the mattress, you kept your arms folded under your jaw, resting your chin on your wrist. The push and pull of him inside of you was giving you a little pleasure, but nothing close to what sex was usually like between you to.
As much as it irritates you to think about, you’re used to bad sex. In high school you didn’t think twice about letting idiot seniors use you to get off. As long as they took you on a date or for a drive, you didn’t mind it. Mediocre sex in exchange for company never actually left you feeling better off, though. The only thing it really did was make you wish you didn’t bother getting all dressed up to go out.
You stopped messing around like that a few months after you moved to Hawkins, meeting Eddie and instantly crushing on him. A year out of high school and a week since you finally got the courage to tell Eddie how you felt about him, you’ve started to feel better about sex. Sure, you could count the number of times you two have fucked on one hand, but you hadn’t faked a moan once in the past week, or wished that your partner would just hurry up and cum already.
But something felt different this time. Just a little bit off. Perhaps it was from the lack of effort on your part, a fact you were quick to acknowledge. You spent the entire day in a haze, moving through the usual motions without feeling much at all. Working a shift at the video store, picking up and unpacking the groceries at your house, and laying in bed before it was a decent time to head over to Eddies.
You initiated it, though the way you went about it was different from the past two times. You stripped while he was grabbing something from the kitchen, surprising him on your hands and knees with your ass in the air, before asking him to fuck you.
Eddie’s hips come to a halt, pulling you from your thoughts. You look back at him in confusion, frowning when you see his furrowed brow. His face relaxes in a forceful way once you meet his eyes, and he rubs his hand over the small of your back before pulling out.
Wincing at the sudden emptiness, you push yourself up until you’re off your hands and just on your knees. His arms wrap around your waist instantly, keeping you close to him.
“Sweetheart,” Eddie leans forward, pressing his chest to your back and nuzzling his nose into the back of your neck. “Are we feeling alright?”
“Of course.” You reply without giving it a second thought, to which he gives your neck a little kiss.
“I know you too well for that.” He murmurs, stroking your waist affectionately. “You don’t need to lie for my sake.”
You shrug, ignoring the frog in your throat. It’s stupid, you tell yourself, to be getting choked up over common decency. Eddie’s not a piece of shit, and depsite his ‘fuck the world’ attitude, he’s one of the sweetest guy’s you’ve ever met.
“You know I won’t be mad if you want to stop, right?” His words are so soft, you have to believe them.
But you don’t wanna stop, you like him touching you. If you asked him, you know he’d be more than down to just cuddle. He’s spent hours holding you before, talking about D&D or his band, distracting you from the worries on your mind. But you don’t want to stop this- cuddling isn’t the type of closeness you crave right now.
Maybe you weren’t feeling horny when you propositioned him, but you did want to have sex. You like feeling close to him, knowing that it’s you he’s getting pleasure from. So you shake your head.
“I don’t wanna stop.”
“Alrighty.” He leaves a gentle kiss underneath your ear before putting his hand on your back, applying enough pressure to let you know he wants you back in the same position.
You follow easily, and are rewarded by Eddie’s calloused fingertips tracing down your spine, making your back arch into his touch reflexively. His hands come to curl around your waist once more, and he lets out an appreciative groan as he squeezes the rolls he finds.
“Have I ever told you how hot you are?” He squeezes you tight before flipping you over with a frankly surprising burst of strength. Now on your back, you squeak in a very dignified manner before laughing.
“Hey.” He smiles down at you with his head tilted to the side, and his eyes all doe-like and sweet. It makes your heart flutter in a way you’ve never felt before, and something good twinges in your stomach.
“Hey yourself.”
With one arm to prop himself up, Eddie lowers himself down above you. His free hand dips from your waist, trailing down your stomach, and only stops when he reaches your mound. Without hesitation, Eddie presses two of his fingers just to the left of your dick, beginning to massage gentle circles.
It’s not right where you need it, but you can’t help but want to reward him for his efforts. You let out a tiny moan, something high, with a perfect pitch.
Judging from the look on his face, Eddie doesn’t buy it for a second.
With his other hand, he takes yours and brings it down, guiding it to his wrist.
“Show me what you need.” He murmurs, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “Show me how to make you feel good.”
You swallow the lump in your throat before guiding his hand to a more favorable position. When he begins to rub against your sweet spot, you breathe out a puff of happy air.
“Yeah?” He breathes, staring down at your face with wide eyes, taking in every twitch of your facial muscles. “Right there?”
You groan, face heating up from the way he’s making you feel. You turn your head to the side, trying to hide in the pillow as he pleasures you. Earlier you got a little wet, but it was nothing compared to this.
“I can tie a cherry-stem with my tongue.” Eddie brushes his lips against your ear. “Wanna see?”
You turn your head back quickly, eyes wide. Eddie only chuckles, leaving a scalding kiss on your throat before moving down your body.
“Or maybe my sweetheart doesn’t need to see.” He’s between your thighs now, hiking your knees up and tossing them over his shoulders. “He wants to feel it, right?”
Eddie’s tongue feels extraordinarily soft against your folds, lapping at you lazily as he stares up at you, his eyes half-lidded. You don’t know which is more sultry, the look on his face or the way he’s moving his tongue. When he spreads you open with his thumbs and presses his tongue to your slit, you groan, fingernails digging into the mattress below
“Tastes so sweet.” He moans as he pulls back, and you huff in response. Eddie’s head moves back down, but instead of the delicious warmth from before, you feel a nip at your inner thigh.
A noise of irritation bubbles in your throat as you look down at him, but he only smiles up at you before going back to sucking a hickey onto your skin.
“Eddie.” You moan after a few minutes pass by, with him perfectly content on decorating your thighs with bruises.
“Hmm?” He hums, tilting his head to the side like a confused puppy dog. “What’s up?”
“Eddie. C’mon…”
He waits a few moments for you to finish your request, but you can’t find the nerve to do it. It’s harder to ask for things when you’re spread open for him, already feeling vulnerable beneath him.
“If you want something, you’re going to have to do me a favor.”
It’s your turn to tilt your head, raising an eyebrow down at his smirk. His classic ‘up to no good’ face.
“You’re going to use your words for me.” Eddie has the audacity to laugh when you groan, covering your face with your hands to hide your look of mortification. “If you don’t tell me how you want it, I can’t give it to you.”
“You’re a sadist.”
“Guilty as charged.” Eddie sends a shit-eating grin your way, and you can’t help but crack a smile in return. “Now, how can I be of service?”
“I…” You begin, your throat suddenly incredibly dry. “I want…” Cutting yourself off with another groan, you squeeze your eyes shut, unwilling to look at him while asking. “Go down on me.” You manage, your syllables running together into one long word instead of a sentence.
“Sorry, I didn’t quite get that. Would my liege mind repeating his request?”
You whimper, torn between wanting to curse him and needing his tongue back against you.
“Eds, please. I need you.”
“How?” Eddie’s question sounds more like a demand, his voice taking on a darker quality.
You pull your hands away from your face and look down. It’s nearly hard to meet his gaze with the intensity in his eyes, and the way he’s looking at you makes you shiver. Even though you were the one telling him what to do, he still gave the aura of being in complete control.
“Your mouth.”
“Gonna need more than that, sweetheart.”
“I… I need your mouth on me.” You wince, embarrassed by the way your voice trembled. He raised a single brow, his wet lips arched into a smirk, and you can’t help but weave one of your hands into his curls. “Please eat me out, Eds.”
Your words must be enough because just as suddenly as he stopped, he’s leaning back down to lap at your core.
“Fuck.” You moan as he suctions his lips around your engorged dick, and buck your hips as he twirls his tongue against it.
He pulls back, but keeps his mouth close enough to you that you don’t worry he’ll stop.
“You can pull my hair, you know.”
As Eddie returns his attention to you, you give his hair a gentle tug.
“Do you like that?” You ask, just a touch breathlessly.
He nods against you, moaning softly and making your hips twitch up to meet the delicious vibrations.
Eddie explores you completely with his tongue, eating you out like a starving man at a buffet. It’s almost too much, how quickly you build up to reach your climax, that you find yourself pushing at his shoulder to stave off what might be over in five minutes.
“T-Touch yourself. While you eat me out, I want you to touch yourself.” You swallow back your nerves. “Please, you sound so good when you moan.”
His eyes are completely glazed over as he lifts his hips up a bit, just enough to sneak his hand down to his cock, and starts fucking down into it without hesitation.
You stare down at him in awe, watching as his brow furrows together, his breath coming out in shallow pants as you both climb closer to the edge. His mouth is back on you immediately, messing up your plans on staving off your orgasm by flicking his tongue just right.
With your eyes rolled back, and your mouth hung open, you ride out your orgasm against his mouth. He doesn’t stop after you finish, lapping at you desperately even as the other over stimulation makes you yank at his hair.
“So much,” You rasp out, giving his hair a particularly hard pull.
He comes with a whimper, tongue buried inside your hole, his dark eyelashes fluttering prettily. You watch as his hips move a few more times before stopping, and he moves his head up to rest on your stomach.
Eddie whines when you touch his hair, petting the top of his curls as he nuzzles against your skin.
“Thank you,” He murmurs, and you can’t help but chuckle.
“Thank you, pretty boy.” You give his hair another gentle tug, but smooth it out when he gasps. “Thank you.”
omg i never get these things, this is v exciting. @gillies1x1 literally the best partner, thanks for putting up with all of my sh*t pretty sure like 24/7 honestly, so thankful for you. @babywrites is probably one of the best writers i’ve ever written with and a beautiful person in general. @kylaofrph kyla is literally my soulmate and basically just like the best person in the whole entire world and she deals with me being like the worst???? all the time. @sebastianstanrps im pretty sure nicole is the nicest person i’ve ever met in my entire life and also have you looked at her blog it’s so pretty and she’s an infj which same
guys omg i just finished the final chapter for mind and it's 7k words long and I'm a bit emotional. Cause this story has been so special to me and because IT'S MT FIRST TIME ACTUALLY FINISHING SOMETHING 😭 someone be proud of me
Hiii, I wanted to request a Steve x reader fanfic where is Dustins older sister and Steve has a crush on her since the Russian base but doesn't know how to confess or if she feels the same because he truly likes her and doesn't want to destroy their friendship. Dustin notices at some point that Steve is behaving strangely and confronts him about it and then tries to set them up. Thank you ❤️❤️
hi anon! thank you for this request!
the idea of henderson!reader and steve has always been soo cute to me. Its already a wip, please stay tuned! It'll be out within a day. I'm gonna title it “Delicate” so look out for that. (I've been listening to that song on repeat while writing it hehe.)
also i hope you don't mind if i sneak in some jealous!steve in cause it seems kinda perfect to do so, (do lmk if you do, I'll find another opportunity to do that)
Ghostface squats down to your level, resting his forearms on his knees. "Hey, listen, I didn't mean to make you cry."
You wipe your cheeks frantically, but the tears keep coming. Everything you bottled up when you moved was exploding out, and you couldn't get the cap back on if you tried.
"You called my bluff," You try to laugh, but it comes out as a sob. "It's my fault, doesn't matter."
He watches you, fingers twitching, before sighing.
"Fuck it." He murmurs, taking a seat next to you. "If this were a horror movie, I don't think you'd die first."
You turn your head to look at him, eyes wide and bewildered. Out of everything he’s done, he thinks that is the reason you’re upset?
"Yeah, cause who's to say your movie is Nightmare, right? I mean, I did read your therapy journal too. So you would fit in perfectly with Nancy and Glen..."
The way he so casually talks about your trauma almost makes you laugh, but you only manage a choked chuckle.
"But nah, your movie doesn’t have to be like that"
"What," You manage, struggling to get the words out between your hiccups. "What would I be in?"
“I Spit on Your Grave, baby. Get revenge, kill the fucks who thought they could mess with you. Emerge victorious.”
A real laugh comes at that one, and you shake your head. “I hated that movie.”
“Yeah, me too. Unnecessary.” He pauses for a beat, before nudging you with his shoulder. “How ‘bout True Romance? Break free from the horror genre completely, even though it’s your favorite. Just say fuck it!” Ghostface laughs again before wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you towards him so you lean back against his chest.
You tense up, suddenly all too aware of the knife he’s still holding, and the fact that only moments before he was chasing you through your living room.
“Oh c’mon! If I was gonna stab you, I would’ve done it while you were in the shower.” He laughs when you try to recoil, and holds you against him properly. “Calm down babe, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”
Hope ur having a good day. Could i request a subby ghostface with a dom s/o?
Good Boy [read on AO3 or under the cut ♡]
Pairing: Ghostface x male Reader
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Slight daddy kink
“Darling,” You say, spreading your legs. “Do you want me?”
He groans, his hips thrusting forward against the mattress. “You know I do.”
“Then prove it.” You hook your thumbs into the sides of your boxers and pull them down, revealing your groin. “C‘mon Danny,” You encourage, your voice a fraction away from being mocking. “Be a good boy.”
The glint in his eyes is nearly as deadly as his knife, but the smirk on his lips means you haven’t pushed him too far. Yet.
“You want me to be a good boy?” He asks, voice dripping with faux sweetness. “Want me to be real good for you, daddy?”
Your breath stutters in your chest as he leans forward, his pursed lips surrounding your already erect cock. His tongue presses at the underside of you, only applying the slightest amount of pressure as he suckles, his eyes never leaving yours as he stares up at you.
Having Danny on his knees like this… looking up at you with those wide, dark eyes… It makes butterflies fill your stomach in a way you’ve never felt before. It makes you want to take him by the hair, hold him right where you want him, maybe even wrap your hand around his throat and-
You gasp as he pushes your foreskin back with his tongue, before swirling around your entire length. He bobs his head, increasing his suction, leaving you desperately reaching for his hair, grabbing onto it for some sort of stability as your knees begin to shake.
He pulls back by a fraction, his lips still touching you as he speaks. “You like that?” He asks, a growl ebbing away and his voice. “Come on Daddy, tell your good boy how much you like his tongue on your cock.”
“Y-Yeah,” You manage, curling your hand through his dark strands. “Yeah baby, fuck. So good, doing so fucking good for me.”
If you were a crueler man (or if you were Danny), you would’ve pointed out the darkness that spread across his face, flushing up his nose and the apples of his cheeks. Maybe you would have even made fun of him for it. Instead, you look down at him with a love so fond it aches, and drift your hand down to stroke the side of his cheek.
“Perfect, perfect, perfect.” You hum. The praise is like gasoline, revving Danny up and making his motions faster.
It doesn’t take long for you to reach your peak, coming with an open, silent mouth as Danny works you through your bliss.
“Amazing,” You groan, combing your fingers through Danny’s hair. You can still hear the slick sound of his hand on his cock, and you can’t help but smile. “C’mere, let daddy take care of you.”
