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#need to know#hopefully you will ojly vote if you have actually listened to all of these but i xant stop you if you havent!
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Return to the Need To Know AU for another night with your two favorite guys. This is a stand-alone, but you can read the first one here.
TW: No Minors. Threesome. Fem!Reader. Oral. PIV. Anal play. Spanking. Fingering. Toys. Orgasm denial. Possessive Steve. Softish Eddie. Let's face it, they're obsessed with you.
"I never said to stop. Keep sucking, honey," Steve‘s voice is a mix of velvet and command. His rough fingertips slide a path up your spine from behind you. Exerting a firm, deliberate pressure as he clasps the back of your neck, his grip guiding you downward onto Eddie’s cock, your back curving into a deeper arch.
"Jesus," Eddie groans, his head tilting back against the headboard, eyes sealed shut—his dark curls framing his face in a messy halo, the smooth planes of his chest flexing as he clutches at the sheets. Your fingernails push half moons into the firm muscles of his thighs as you gag, caught between discomfort and the urge to keep him moaning. “You’re doin’ so good, doll.”
Steve taps your clit with the middle finger of his other hand before sweeping it over your pussy, spreading the wetness upward to your ass and back down again. You whimper around Eddie, the flat of your tongue gliding over the vein running on the underside of his shaft as you take him deeper into your throat, your nose brushing the wiry hairs at his base. In a silent plea, you nudge your knees further apart while keeping your head bobbing in a slow, deliberate rhythm just the way Eddie likes.
A low chuckle rumbles from Steve’s throat, but he gives you what you want, thick fingers sliding into both your entrances, automatically targeting those hidden spots inside that send your vision into a blurry haze at the edges. He pumps back and forth a few times before leaving you empty. A void that’s punctuated with a sharp slap that sends ripples through the fat of your ass.
It feels like it’s been going on forever—this teasing. On your knees, ass up and spread wide on Steve’s bed, head bowed low, sucking Eddie's cock. Your hard nipples scrape against the linen duvet, sending tiny shocks coursing through as Eddie lets you take him right to the edge before he redirects you, fighting back his release, prolonging your torture in some unspoken agreement with Steve.
Lit candles drip wax onto polished wood, the scent of smoke and cedar mixes with your arousal. Steve’s kept you on edge for so long, walking around the dimly lit room, the bulge in his boxer briefs evident, the lean muscle of his chest rising and falling as he instructs you how to take Eddie with your mouth. Watching you from every angle using the mirror that’s propped in the corner when he fingers you from behind only to then leave you empty and aching. Knowing it’s not the stretch of his fingers that you really crave. The inside of your thighs are slick and sticky, and you can’t recall ever being this wet.
“So, so pretty,” Steve murmurs, hand gliding like a phantom over your calf and thigh, deliberately avoiding where you want his touch the most. “Make a mess, honey. Eddie needs your attention everywhere.”
The threat of tears prickles at your eyes as you allow saliva to trickle past your lips, cascading down Eddie’s heavy sack before massaging it in with gentle fingers. “Please,” the word escapes you in a hushed whisper as you pull your mouth from Eddie, your eyes lifting to meet his, brimming with a silent plea. His breath catches in his throat as he swallows hard. He’s too easy. You hide your smirk, your eyes change to smoldering as you stick your tongue out, letting it dance back and forth over his slit, swirling it around his crown like it’s your favorite treat.
With a sudden, firm impact, Steve's hand comes down on your backside. “Don't be sneaky,” he warns, knowing it doesn't take much to turn Eddie soft for you.
“I don't know, Steve,” Eddie says, capturing your chin between his fingers and tipping your head until your gaze is locked with his.
Behind you, Steve takes that moment to fill you with his thick fingers. Your mouth opens with a gasp, a stark sound in the quiet room. The only other noise is the wet, explicit sound of his probing movements as he works both openings.
The black of Eddie’s eyes begins to crowd out the amber as he watches your desire build. He pushes his thumb into your mouth, and you suck obediently. “She's been such a good little slut for us, maybe we should give her a little of what she wants.”
“I don't think she knows what she wants,” Steve growls out an answer, the pace of his fingers already bringing you close to the edge. Your moans muffled around Eddie’s thumb, grow more urgent as you drive your hips back, trying to draw Steve even deeper inside.
“That's okay,” Eddie holds your eyes, his voice a comforting placation, as he presses down on your tongue. “We know. Don't we, Steve?”
“You're right, Eddie,” Steve agrees, the cockiness returning to his voice, feeling your body begin to tighten as you start the climb to your peak. “We know exactly what she needs.” His fingers disappear, leaving you desperately clenching at emptiness, your orgasm once again fading out of reach.
“Don’t worry, doll,” Eddie soothes, withdrawing his thumb, letting it trail down your neck and chest until he’s circling your nipple. “You know I always take care of you,” he assures, leaning down to take your mouth with a tender kiss and a caress of your cheek while Steve moves around the room behind you. Eddie shifts on the bed, moving to sit on his knees, keeping your face positioned just above his cock, still glistening with the evidence of your attention.
Something lands beside your legs with a soft thud. You turn your head toward the mirror just in time to see Steve’s boxer sliding down his hairy thighs. The sight of his impressive length standing hard and ready against his stomach sends a new wave of arousal, drenching your core with want. His fingers run through his gold-streaked hair before taking himself in hand, stroking from base to tip, squeezing his leaking head as his gaze stays trained on the way you’re spread open for him. His knee hits the mattress behind you, making the bed dip from his weight.
“Eyes on me, doll,” Eddie says, drawing your attention back to him. “Let's put that mouth back to work.” His hand on the back of your head steers you to his waiting length. But instead of letting you set the pace, he takes control. Thrusting upward, using your mouth as he pleases.
From behind, something cool and slick drips down your ass as lube is liberally applied. Steve works some of it inside you, preparing you with a skilled touch, but instead of his cock his fingers give way to something larger, smoother, and unexpectedly warm. The silicone plug slides in with minimal resistance, the familiar weight settling within. You breathe deep at the sudden, intense fullness.
“Sometimes, I get the feeling you think you're in control,” Steve murmurs, his hands kneading the soft curves of your ass, giving you a moment to adjust. “But this,” he purrs, his finger trailing a path through your slick folds, pausing to apply gentle pressure to the plug, “this belongs to me. And I decide how to use it.”
Eddie’s hands frame your face, tipping your head back to look into your eyes, the corner of his mouth rising in a cocky smirk. Steve presses the plug again, but this time, it erupts with a deep rumble that ignites from inside you, sending a torrent of intensity spreading through your body. Your eyes widen, each breath now a sharp, gasping intake under the overwhelming rush.
“That’s it, doll, just let it take over,” Eddie whispers, his hands steadying your trembling form, your eyelids fluttering in bliss. “This is going to get you nice and ready for Steve’s dick. That’s what you want, isn’t it, sweetheart?”
“Shit,” you moan, clenching on nothing, your back arching higher, seeking out his promise.
One of Steve’s hands grips your hip as he teases you with his cock, gliding it through your drenched center. “I was right, wasn’t I?” His tone is laced with smug satisfaction. “I knew you needed all your pretty holes filled.”
“Yes,” your response is a breathy moan, hips bucking against.
He nudges at your entrance, the delicious pressure building. “You want my cock, honey? While Eddie fucks that smart mouth of yours?”
“Please, Steve, yes,” you cry, your head lowering and lips parting, eager to feel the weight of Eddie’s cock on your tongue.
“Anything you want, sweetheart, especially when you ask so nicely.” Steve begins his slow, deliberate entry at the same moment Eddie presses past your lips. Your world narrows to the sensation of being utterly filled, your mind clouding with pleasure.
“Fuck, she’s tight,” Steve moans sliding in until he bottoms out, lighting you up as he glides against your snug walls.
Eddie’s hips find their rhythm, the head of his cock rolling smoothly across your tongue, just shy of hitting the back of your throat. While Steve sets a pace of hard, deliberate thrusts into your cunt. His fingers digging into the flesh of your hips highlights his restraint as he moves with controlled intensity, resisting the urge to pound into you. Each rhythmic thrust hits that perfect spot, amplified by the plug's vibrations from the other side.
You surrender to them as your senses take over. The taste of Eddie in your mouth melds with the sounds of their groans and the steady slap of Steve's hips against you. It's overwhelming. All you can do is feel as they take their pleasure from your body, returning it in spades. The world beyond dims, your body transforming into a live wire, every nerve alight. You're rising from a place higher than you've ever known.
Your fingers grip Eddie’s thighs with urgency, desperate for leverage as the force of Steve’s thrusts drives you to take Eddie even deeper into your mouth. Eddie pauses with a firm hold on your head, granting you the chance to lavish him with your tongue."Your mouth is heaven, doll," Eddie murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "Making it hard not to cum down your pretty throat.”
A low, appreciative hum escapes your lips as you hollow out your cheeks, the vibrations sending shivers through Eddie's body as he inches closer to his climax.
"You want that, don't you?" Eddie pants, his need palpable. Your efforts redouble, your hand joining the rhythm to pump his throbbing shaft. The thought of his warmth spilling in your mouth causes your inner muscles to clench tightly around Steve, earning you a low moan and a stinging slap on the dough of your ass.
“She wants it,” Steve answers for you. His thumb comes to rest against the plug, adding pressure in time with the drive of his hips, making your vision fuzzy and a quiver to your legs. The moans are escaping you unrestrained now. “But she’s going to come first. Want to feel her squeezing my cock.”
With that, Steve's movements increase, becoming faster, his hips meeting your ass with every rough drive, punishing the spot that has stars filling your vision. You're propelled toward the brink, the waves of release surging higher, intense and overwhelming. The last bit of command you have over your body snaps like a fragile thread. The wave crashes, euphoria flooding your blood, pulling you under.
Awareness leaves you as the plug is removed and you’re laid gently onto your side, your body still rocking with tremors.
Light kisses are rained over your ribs and breasts, accompanied by soothing hands drawing comforting patterns on your skin. Plush lips cover yours, tender and patient. As you open up for them, a tongue brushes against yours. When your eyes blink open, you’re surprised to see Steve’s heavy-lidded gaze as he kisses you softly and with affection that usually remains hidden. The back of his knuckles brush your cheek as you return his stare, a tear spilling over your lash line.
Eddie’s finger trace down up and down your thigh, ghosting over your pussy, causing another shock to jolt your body.
“That was..” the words stick in your throat as you press another quick kiss to Steve’s lips.
“I told you I’d take care of you, doll,” Eddie’s voice is still heavy as he kisses a line from your belly button, moving lower. “Now it’s time to take care of us.”
“What?”
A darkness falls over Steve’s eyes as he presses his hard length against your hip, and it dawns that neither boy has cum. “Don’t worry, honey, this is only the beginning.”
AN: Thanks for reading. This one got away from me. I was in a mood. I blame...actually, I'll keep that to myself. I hope you enjoyed the filth.
#steve harrington#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#stranger things#steve harrington x reader#eddie munson smut#eddie munson fanfic#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington smut#stranger things fanfic#steddie x reader#Need to Know#Hey Trouble
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7 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢!
(𝑃𝑖𝑙𝑒 1-6 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡)
𝒫𝒾𝓁ℯ 1
People love how you greet them especially your hugs are premium.
Your zen attitude.
There’s something quirky about how you judge others- your comments are entertaining.
The way you gather your old items, gifts, letters or cards which others usually care little about or discard.
The way you mingle, adjust in different different groups or with new people, it’s very very attractive.
Your never mind attitude- it’s really cool.
Minimalistic attitude
[ 🫂 🐈 🦋]
𝒫𝒾𝓁ℯ 2
How you get rid of people who are toxic or you don’t vibe with. The way you keep your life clean free of bullshit.
Your kill with niceness attitude.
Your authenticity and being comfortable in your skin.
Loyalty
You look like a snack that people can’t wait to taste.
You come off as mysterious like Joe in You lol.
Your whole appearance is striking and really charming.
[ 👀🎭🔪]
𝒫𝒾𝓁ℯ 3
You give off baby vibes- people feel like babysitting you.
How you scan or find little things to collect them and keep them safely with you.
Your tongue lol
The way you interconnect things and make a pattern out of it.
Your diplomacy and how you choose to stay in liminal spaces of arguments.
Someone has a cute a$$ here.
Your hands look like they can play anything haha
[ you are a cutie patootie 👶🏻 ]
𝒫𝒾𝓁ℯ 4
Your moves while playing sports especially football or any sport for that matter.
Your lips look inviting and I feel your face is pretty in general.
You are famous and people wish they could be too.
You look beautiful in traditional dresses if you have any and you carry your outfit nicely.
You got a sexy latino figure.
You make people hard or wet and if you are a guy then you got a memorable D.
You are an amazing listener and also people love to listen to you talking.
[This pile was sexy af. I got too many sexual msgs that I couldn’t type. 😮💨 ]
𝒫𝒾𝓁ℯ 5
You have sexy legs- they look really toned and even if not toned the fat distribution is really good.
Something about you is very modern like you give fashionable trendy vibes that people want to incorporate their lives.
The way you chuckle and your eyes crinkle in the corners. So cute.
Knows what you want and take action to make it yours. (Some of could have Juno in virgo)
Determination, reliability and your ambitiousness.
Your faith in God or probably the way you look so content is attractive.
Your way of living; your house, your cars and the way you have certain gestures. It looks high standard.
[ 🦵⚽️🏰🕯]
𝒫𝒾𝓁ℯ 6
Your no greed or no hatred towards anyone attitude. Your simplicity, calmness, wisdom, goodness and self control is highly attractive. You give serene vibes.
Your skin colour is very hot, it looks beautiful especially under the sun.
People think that your dad is good looking lol and you probably got the looks from him.
The way you are disciplined in everyday activities.
Cooking skills especially if you make a certain kind of pasta.
The ability to stay mentally strong and intelligent always. Also, brainstorming ideas.
Your expressions, actions and gestures are admirable.
[ 💡⚖️🧿📿🪞]
#divination#tarot#tarot reading#tarot witch#witch#witchy#need to know#pac#pick a card reading#pick a pile#pick an image#tarotblr#tarot community#luaveltarot
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CASTLE - 6.03 Need to Know
#castle#caskett#castle and beckett#castle x beckett#castleedit#castleabc#kate beckett#richard castle#stana katic#nathan fillion#603#need to know#otp: shut up and kiss me#tv: castle#mine
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Turns out Amadis’ character model reacts to Aloy’s weapons
#Amadis#talanah#talanah khane padish#horizon#hfw#aloy#horizon forbidden west#need to know#Wet bread man
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I NEED TO KNOW HOW FROLLO TREATED QUASIMODO WHEN HE WAS LIKE a toddler a kid and a teenager I NEED STORIES 😭😭
#the hunchback of notre dame#frollo#claude frollo#judge frollo#need to know#how did frollo treat Quasimodo
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Do we want to talk about Aemond and his Velaryon lover again?
Imagine…. Now that they finally confessed their feelings, they’re hopeful. They know the situation in the family is reaching a breaking point, but they just want as much time together as possible before it all slips away….
They can’t do much in daylight hours. Too many prying eyes. That’s why they slip out at night
But they don’t just slip out to lie together without being caught
They walk, many a night, arm in arm in the moonlight. Aemond can walk with his lady proudly then. And he dreams of the day when they can walk together in this way in the light of the sun as well. He whispers promises and hopes to her between kisses. One day…. One day they’ll stand together… one day he promises to make her his wife.
She always chuckles. And teases him gently. Saying “you promise things with such hope, my love.” As she runs her fingers through his hair.
And yet they feel guilt. The lady does love her nieces and nephews. She’s the only child he parents have left…. She feels as if she betrays them some days. When she kisses Aemond. Touches him so gently. Feels her body against his. Accepting him into her bed, it haunts her some days. She struggles to not feel a traitor for being unable to give him up. A selfish woman she is.
Duty bound Aemond doesn’t feel far off. How can he choose between his duty to his family…. And the love he has for her? He knows in his heart, if she only asked him, he’d throw it all away. But that doesn’t stop the thought from weighing on him. Everything he has learned fights now against his feelings. He feels as if he’s a liar. A traitor to himself.
So they clutch each other tighter. For as long as they can.
Until she has no choice.
She must return to Dragonstone. She can’t delay any longer. Rhaenyra asks for her. Her nieces and nephews need her…. And she can’t excuse her stay any more. Tensions are rising in court every day, she feels it.
They say their true goodbyes alone, painfully and reluctantly. She struggles to let him go. But he pulls her close once again. Promising it will end soon…. It won’t last long…. He will fly to Dragonstone before she knows it…. And she will fly away with him. Together. He kisses her and promises.
If only it could have been so.
Instead the war breaks.
Sides are chosen.
And the Velaryon lady feels her heart shatter. It bleeds for her family…. And feeling betrayed by her love. As the war is planned around her, her only companions her worry, she begins to feel a change in her body she’s never experienced. But recognizes all too well. And wishes wouldn’t come now…. Not now of all times….
As war plans are made, assaults launched, and alliances made, she watches from afar. Secretly hoping, in a guilty way, that she’ll see her Aemond again. As her belly begins to swell, and the gift her love left begins to stir within it, she wishes for him. Selfishly, in wartime all she can think about is him.
Wishing he could’ve been with her when it was realized. Would he have frozen? Taken her in his arms joyfully? Or kissed her face as he held back the beginnings of tears. Grinning at her with such love and pride….
She sits by the window, resting her hand on her bump. Feeling the child kick. Wishing Aemond could feel it too. Looking out over the sea, imagining him flying to her… just as he said.
Oh she never had been one to pine. Or one for daydreaming. Perhaps pregnancy had softened her temporarily. Or perhaps she just finally felt the deep ways in which Aemond’s presence touched her…. Even more so when she’s without it.
She listens intently to Rhaenyra’s meetings. Hearing the updates on the war. As she feels the child within her growing stronger. She knows birth isn’t far off. But soon, it isn’t only the lack of Aemond’s presence she fears…. But what world their child will be born to. Will they be born alone with only her, in a cold castle as all her kin slaughter each other in battle?
Will Aemond be struck down before she can even tell him of their existence? Will this child never know the presence of their father? Not his voice, not his features, not the feeling of being in his arms.
She thought she didn’t need to choose…. Surely she couldn’t. Not between her dearest love and the family who needs her. But in her indecision…. Has she lost them both?
In her later months, the soon to be mother finds herself full of shame. Holding herself responsible in many ways for this.
If she wasn’t so close to term and fearing to be shot down, she would mount her dragon and go to him herself.
In the end, as she hears tales of the battlefield, her only hope…. Becomes that just once…. She will see Aemond. He can kiss her, hold her close as he once did. Rest his hand over her bump and feel the child move. She imagines the way he might smile…. She hopes he could at least see their little face…..
It feels like too much to ask by now. But she won’t stop herself from holding onto something. If she asks the gods for nothing else, just for Aemond to hold his child once. Just to see him again…..
🥺🔥🥺🔥🥺🔥
#what happens next?#need to know#aemond targaryen x reader#aemond targaryen imagine#aemond fanfiction#aemond one eye#aemond targaryen#hotd aemond#aemond x reader#hotd#house of the dragon#game of thrones#game of thrones imagines#hotd headcanon#hotd fanfic#hotd imagine#hotd imagines#hotd one shot#house of the dragon imagine
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Kate kissing her phone and Castle grabbing her kiss and spreading it over his face 🥹🥹🥹🥹
#castle#kate beckett#caskett#richard castle#castle and beckett#beckett and castle#beckett x castle#castle x beckett#castle rewatch#castle series#castle edit#castle season 6#6x03#need to know
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#every#device#every device#need to know#needs to know#know#need#needed#needs#to#to know#every device needs to know#brad#geiger#brad geiger
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The two characters I would write the most about would be Jason Todd (Red Hood) and Dick Grayson (Nightwing) since they are my two favorites!
#dc comics#dick grayson#dick grayson x reader#jason todd#jason todd x reader#Nightwing#Robin#red hood#Batfamily#jason todd imagine#dick grayson imagine#please answer#need to know#please let me know#batfamily imagine#Batfamily x reader#nightwing imagines#red hood imagine#Nightwing x reader#red hood x reader
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S.H. x Reader x E.M. | 18+ No Minors
When you bump into two of your old flames at a party, you can't choose between them. So, why not both? They won't mind sharing, right?
This story takes place at least 10 years after high school.
TW: mfm, dp, a spot of jealousy & squirting
“That’s it, sweetheart. Hold yourself open and let Eddie in.” Steve’s big hands are on your back, pressing you against his chest while you straddle his lap. The soft cotton of his shirt rubs against your bare breasts.
“I can’t, Steve," you whine, knuckles of one hand turning white as you grip the velour brown and tan fabric covering the back of the couch in Rick’s basement. Reaching back, you spread the plump cheek of your ass open with the other, “You’re too big.”
Your breath catches when he twitches inside you. Already stretched tightly around him, his tip nudges a spot that leaves you tingling. Steve chuckles into your neck, and you don’t even have to look at him to know he’s wearing a smug fucking smile.
The voices from the party above blend with the thumping bass into a muted roar that gives the ceiling a pulse. The knob of the locked door at the top of the basement stairs rattling has you freezing up.
“Ocupado,” Eddie yells, but the door jiggles again, “That means piss off.” The clattering ceases, and he turns his attention back to you. “Come on, doll,” he says much softer, with his lips tracing the shell of your ear and the pressure of his slick tip at your other entrance, “Be a good girl for us. This isn’t the first time I’ve had this ass.”
“Fuck,” you moan, unable to stop your hips from rolling, desperate to feel the slide of Steve’s cock.
“Need something?” Steve asks as if he isn’t filling you to the hilt.
God, it’s annoying how wet his cocky attitude makes you. “Wipe that stupid smile off your face, Harrington, or you can jerk off while I fuck Eddie.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad, honey,” he says, the sharp edge of his teeth scraping your neck, “I’ve always liked to watch.” His hand comes down hard on your ass with that last word, causing Eddie to groan as he watches it jiggle.
“Help her out, man.” Steve pulls you closer so your back deepens its arch, ass sticking out farther. Eddie’s hand works around your hip, and you can hear the sticky slosh of how wet you are when his thumb teases your clit. The pleasure radiates out, traveling through your cells, relaxing you enough to soothe the sting as the fat head of Eddie’s cock pushes his way inside.
“Good fucking girl,” Eddie moans as you open up enough from him to slide the rest of the way inside. Sweat beads on your skin. The feeling of fullness is overwhelming. You can feel every inch and ridge of them, and you’re drowning in the sensation. Both men are breathing hard, trying to be patient and give you enough time for your wanting to edge out any pain. Eddie’s hand abandons your clit to join his other, rubbing up and down your hips and over your ass, spreading you wider to see how you all connect, ending his exploration with a firm slap.
“How about you bounce that ass for us, baby,” Steve says, loosening his grip to give you room to move. One of your hands stays on the back of the couch while the other slides up Steve’s chest until you’re wrapping it around his throat. Tipping his head back to look into his eyes when you flex your hips experimentally. His lips part, and his eyes roll back–the mask of arrogance slipping. Now it’s your turn to smirk as you keep your hand on his throat and bounce yourself on their cocks.
“That’s it, doll,” Eddie groans in appreciation of your efforts and smacks you again–hard, “Jesus, you’re so fucking sexy taking us this way.”
Your movements are shallow, teasing, not taking them too hard or too fast. This is for you, not them. Two sets of hands vie for purchase on your slick skin, trying to get you to take them deeper. Steve presses on your shoulders, trying to pull you in for a kiss, but you lean back into the expanse of Eddie’s hard chest, turning your head, pulling him by the collar of his shirt to lick into his mouth. Steve watches the two of you kiss, leaning back against the couch, lacing his hands behind his head, trying to look relaxed, but you don’t miss the tick in his jaw.
“Always so sweet for me,” you coo into Eddie’s mouth, going in for another kiss, softly stroking the side of his face.
“I’ll be anything you want.” His mouth moves to your neck as his hands skim up your sides to cup your tits, stopping their bouncing to run his thumbs across your nipples. “Take a lesson, Harrington,” he looks up, throwing Steve a wink.
Steve’s lips tighten, but he doesn’t respond. His eyes are trained on the graceful wave your body makes as you ride him–at the way your pussy sucks him back in on the downstroke.
The change in angle has you rolling your hips, taking them deeper. Liquid heat flows through you as both cocks rub the same sensitive spot from different sides. Your movements start to lose their tempo as your muscles tighten around them.
“Fuck,” Steve moans, grabbing your hips to pull you against him as he bucks up inside you. Eddie’s chest covers your back as he thrusts opposite of Steve moving you back and forth between them, the pace increasing until they’re both frantically fucking into you. Your body’s a live wire. There is such a thing as too good, and this is it. Every sensation has melded together in complete ecstasy.
“I’m so close,” you cry out, black-painted nails pressing into the defined muscles of Steve’s shoulders.
“Cum for us, beautiful. I’m right there with you,” Eddie says into your ear, his hips snapping at just the right rhythm.
Steve’s face is awash with concentration as a bead of sweat rolls down his temple. Your lips part as your eyes connect with his, and you detonate, pussy and ass clenching down on their swollen shafts hard enough to make them both grunt. Eddie drives into you once more, spilling his warmth inside you.
Movements slow, then stop. Everyone takes panting breaths. Collapsing against Steve’s chest, you blink away the white spots at the edges of your vision. Eddie presses a few soft kisses along your spine and pulls out with a wince.
“Thanks, doll,” he says, tucking himself into his boxers. He picks up his smokes from the coffee table before letting his body drop heavily into an armchair and lighting up. “Fuck, that was good,” he says with a ciggy dangling between his lips, taking a long drag.
Cum leaks from your ass, dripping down to mix in with the sticky wetness of your already soaked pussy. Steve lightly runs his blunt fingertips up and down your back as your walls flutter around his still hard cock, trembling as the waves of your orgasm continue to crest.
“You didn’t cum,” you point out as his nose brushes down your temple.
“That’s right,” he grips your chin between his thumb and index finger, the smug smile returning to his face. “I let you have your fun.” Rough hands grab you by the ass, flipping you over so your back hits the couch with him still inside you. “Now it’s my turn,” he leans away enough to pull his shirt over his head, revealing his broad chest and toned arms. Grabbing your hands, he pins them to the couch above your head. The hair on his chest sends little electric bolts as it rubs against your tits. “You’re going to cum again, and this time it’s just for me.”
His head dips to capture your mouth at the same time as his hips start driving into you. The kiss mimics the way he’s fucking you, hard and hungry, taking what he wants. No one has possessed you this way before. Your muffled moans mix with the lewd smacking of your drenched cunt. More slick is forced out with each snap of his hips as his cock pummels your front wall, gliding against your g-spot.
“Steve,” you cry out, breaking the kiss. Turning your head, you bite down on your lip, trying not to scream.
“I know it feels good, honey,” he says, kissing your cheek sweetly while he continues his deep thrusts, “Don’t be afraid to get a little loud. Let everyone know how good I’m fucking you.” He transfers your wrists to one hand. “Hey Munson,” he brings his thumb to his mouth, wetting it with his tongue, “Take a lesson.” Shifting his weight, he reaches between you to circle your puffy clit.
It’s too much. Still so sensitive from your last orgasm, you feel the pressure building up as bright, little stars dance in your vision. His strokes get shorter as your muscles tighten, but it doesn’t slow his pace. He applies a little more pressure with his thumb, your eyes roll back with ecstasy. Electricity pulses through you, spreading warmth as your body is rocketed into another level where you have no control.
“Steve, I’m–”
“You know what I want.” His thumb keeps circling as your hips start to buck and your walls seize around him. He pulls out, leaning back on his heels. “Give it all to me, honey.”
He groans, hand stroking up and down his aching cock as he watches a stream of cum squirt from your pussy. “Good fucking girl.” His hand pumps faster, aided by your slick, as he angles it toward you.
“Who makes you cum like this?”
“You do.” Your voice is a sigh, and your body buzzes with release as you float back down, melting into the cushions under you.
“This is mine,” he says through gritted teeth as he cums hard, ropes of his thick release coating your pussy. Running down your folds, marking you as his…for tonight, anyway.
He drops to his forearms, hovering over you, and you don’t hesitate to pull him closer. His mouth seals over yours, tongues moving lazily.
“This is how I like you,” he says, the back of his knuckles stroking your cheek, “Always so sweet for me.”
AN: As always, thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it. Say a prayer for Rick's couch. 💋 -Jelly
#steve harrington#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson#eddie munson smut#stranger things#eddie munson fanfic#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington smut#stranger things fanfic#need to know
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Stray Kids Reaction to...You singing ‘Need To Know’ by Doja Cat
Backstory: Everyone has to preform a cover song that they pulled from a hat and you are laughing ‘cause you don’t show your sexy side very often. You take a few days to practice on your own. Getting your dance moves down and memorizing the stupid song so you won’t look dumb in front of everyone. A girlfriends takes you shopping for the perfect outfit. Can’t do this little show half assed, right? The outfit is simple, a pair of white booty shorts that have a colorful pattern on them with a matching blazer, the sexy part? You’re wearing a hot pink lace bralette with hot pink open toed strappy heels.
You are holding the performances in one of the practice rooms since it has the most space and when it’s your turn, you quickly get ready. You signal for a staff member to start the music and take a breath before you walk in, your heels clicking on the beat.
Warnings: Suggestive content and strong language
a/n: Okay! Here is the second half of @thickemadame request. Thank you again, for waiting! I hope you enjoy this, hun.
Bang Chan
The way you are demanding Chan’s attention, is making his heart race. When did you learn how to move like that? Were you always able to make your ass bounce so easily? Thoughts of the two of you together start to plague his mind and he fighting for his life. Damn. You want to eat him? Well, shit! Guess he knows what it’s hitting for later.
Eat it like I need an apron on (yeah, ay)
Eat it 'til I need to change my thong (yeah, ay)
We could do it to your favorite song (yeah, ay)
Take a ride into the danger zone
Lee Know
You got some kind of nerve walking into the room in that outfit. Who the hell do you think...oh...oh! Nevermind, keep is up. Minho is stuck, the man can’t take his eyes off you. He’s all about dancing, so watching your legs stretch and bend is making him want to join you for a different kind of dance. He’s impressed. Who would have thought that one of friends was such a vixen.
I just can't help but be sexual (whoa)
Tell me your schedule (yeah)
I got a lotta new tricks for you, baby
Just sayin' I'm flexible (I will)
Changbin
Changbin was laughing when it was your turn. He didn’t know what song you got, but he knew you would be fun to watch. You hated dancing in front of him. When you walked in showing off your legs, Changbin didn’t know what to do. He wanted to rip his shirt off and cover you...but the moment you started singing he wanted to rip that clothing right off. He was intrigued by this new side of you. Sexy and tempting. Man he wanted to do whatever you wanted to do. He was waiting and ready.
Baby, come throw the pipe (pipe)
Gotta know what it's like (like)
Yeah-yeah, oh-whoa-whoa
Baby, I need to know, mmm
Hyunjin
Man’s is hype! He loves this song. The way you’re making the song your own is everything. He isn’t missing a single thing you do, not looking away once, even when the guys are losing their minds beside him. He likes the way you drop to your knees and hump the floor as you slide back towards the mirror. Your ass is looking great. His tongue plays behind his lips and he catches your eyes as you go into a split while laying down. He smirks and runs his thumb over his lower lip, letting his tongue poke out. You know that signal and smile. Looks like you’ll be riding tonight after all.
You're exciting, boy, come find me
Your eyes told me, "Girl, come ride me"
Fuck that feeling both us fighting
Could he try me? (Yeah) mmm, most likely
Han
Whoa! Whoa...whoa! Jisung isn’t sure what he likes more, the lack of clothing or the filth coming from your mouth. He knew you could rap, but damn not like this. The way you can make this song sound so much sexier, yeah he might have to shoot his shot. He’s always liked you, thought you were super cute and sweet. This new side is exciting and he wants to live on the edge a little.
You know my nigga be buggin' me
I just be wonderin' if you can fuck on me better
Felix
Felix isn’t stupid. He knows that your just singing this song for fun. However, the way your staring at him and only him?? Na, you want this dick and he’ll give it to you. He’s been waiting for his chance to make a move and you beat him to it. He wonders if you’ll be loud for him? The walls aren’t thick at all, so a gag will have to do...maybe he can use that pretty bralette?
I heard from a friend of a friend
That that dick was a ten out of ten
I can't stand it, just one night me
Seungmin
Oh? That’s what your into, huh? He can deliver, don’t worry about that. Seungmin keeps his cool, smirking as you dance to the lyrics, his eyes not leaving your hips as you sing the song just for him. He wonders if your skin will bruise if he spanks you hard enough? Would you cry for him? Beg him to slap you harder? What were your limits? Seungmin couldn’t wait to find out.
Spank me, slap me, choke me, bite me (ew)
Uh, wait, I can take it (ah)
I.N.
The moment Jeongin’s eyes lock with yours, it’s a wrap. He plays shy and innocent, but he’ll show you want he can really do. No more, mister nice guy, that’s for sure. You come close to him and he leans back in his chair, giving you all the room you need to park that ass right in his lap. Go on, don’t be shy. He promises to take good care of you.
Tryna see if you could handle this ass
Prolly give his ass a panic attack
#soc stray kids#stray kids reactions#stray kids x reader#need to know#request 33#i am so sorry this took so long
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Need to Know | P. 1
Dean Winchester x Male!Reader
Summary: Dean sees reader w/out his shirt on and flips shit bisexually
Word Count: 1.5k
Tags/CW: Bi Dean, Reader is his own person, Shapeshifter, Violence, Blood, Innuendo
THIS VERSION OF NTK HAS BEEN REWORKED
(Gif: Becauseofthebowties)
Dean thought he knew (Y/n) well, as they’ve grown close over the few years he’s been a part of the Winchesters’ shenanigans. He knew him down to what he looks like when he lies and how he acts when he’s uncomfortable. The one thing he didn’t know was what his body really looked like. Anything the guy wore hardly clung to him. It seemed his whole wardrobe was only baggy long sleeves and sweatpants that were 3 sizes too big. Imagine Dean’s surprise when he walked into his friend’s room, torso bare with only loose sweats to cover him. “Dude!” He shouted, turning around to keep himself ‘decent’. All he could do was stare at the well defined muscles of his, previously, scrawny friend. “Shit, sorry.” He spun on his heels and exited the room, speed walking away from the opened door. No fucking way.
The oldest Winchester’s entire view of his friend changed. Out of all the things he knew about the lanky kid, he thought that would be one of them. It seemed no one knew though. “(Y/n)? Dude what are you talking about? I told you to knock.” Sam shook his head as he flipped through some stray pages. “I’m tellin‘ ya man, dude’s jacked. It’s scary.” Dean stressed through a mouth full of donut. The two were sat at their kitchen table, both doing their own respective tasks. The oldest was finishing his terribly unhealthy breakfast while his younger counterpart jotted down annotations in some lore book. “Hey guys.”
(Y/n)’s voice was heard from behind the brothers. His hair was wet from an early morning shower. The signature brown hoodie and black cargo pants barely hung on his frame. “Mornin’ sunshine.” Dean didn’t make eye contact, fake inspecting his recently sharpened knife. “Hey (N/n)” Sam followed up, actually looking at the man before him. His lanky figure moved through the kitchen, searching for a sufficient snack. Dean watched him move, defined hands gripped the cabinets, hoodie creased against his broad shoulders. It was mesmerizing to watch his fluid movements, everything was methodical. He snapped himself out of it once his current study turned around.
“So, we got a case?” He pulled up a rickety wooden chair, sitting in between the two brothers. “Not yet, but there’s been some suspicious stuff goin’ on in Indiana.” (Y/n) cocked his head. “Like?” he asked. The youngest sighed before recalling what he read “Something about people being seen ganking another even though they were somewhere else. Sounds like shifter business to me.” Sam flipped back and forth in his book, finally closing it with his pencil still inside. “Wanna wait to check it out?” (Y/n) faced the younger brother, pulling a poptart to his mouth. “Yeah probably, last case sucked.” Dean watched the interaction, seeing how his current interest would adjust in his seat, or how he would randomly take a sharp breath. “Sounds good to me.” He kicked back in his chair, shoving the rest of the dry pastry into his mouth. Dean chuckled at his messiness. “You’re fuckin’ up that poptart, dude.” He laughed at his friend, crumbs decorating his unshaven jaw. “Sorry.”
Ever since that discovery he made that day, the oldest brother couldn’t keep his eyes off his clumsy friend. It seemed he brought chaos wherever he stepped, like a bull in a china shop. He wasn’t as large as Sam or burly as Dean, but he definitely had size on his side. “You always body check shit when you walk into a room?” Dean teased his nervous friend as they stepped onto the scene. “Shut up. ‘Least I look taller than 5 '10.” He grumbled, walking to investigate the victim’s desk space. Dean scoffed at the remark and decided to focus on the task at hand. They’re investigating what they thought could be a shapeshifter case, seeing patches of skin littered around the living space. (Y/n) quietly walked around to search for any sign of where the thing could’ve gone, while Sam and Dean bantered across the room. A couple of boxes jostled near him, the victim having been in the middle of moving in. He figured the cardboard was just settling. After turning his back he realized how poor of an idea it had been to look away. “Shit.”
Bandages wrapped tight around his arm, he squirmed due to the pressure and the sting of the ointment. “Sit still you wuss. You’re the one who turned from a shapeshifter.” Dean scolded his injured friend. “I know, shut up.” His voice was quiet, he was most definitely sulking. Each breath was slow, his normal fidgeting had ceased and his voice was even more quiet than usual. Dean sighed, he shouldn’t be too hard on him. “Everyone slips up. No biggie.” He pat his friend on the shoulder, getting up before he could connect with those puppy dog eyes. Anytime the oldest made an exception for (Y/n) he would make the most shocked and appreciative face. It almost made him sick to see it. “Oh wait, one question though.” A smile was plastered across Dean’s face. “Your forearm,” he gestured to the wounded appendage, “‘s it proportionate?”
“Damn he really showed you what’s what.” Sam laughed at his pouting older brother, as he held ice on his arm. After the nefarious comment he made, he was punched in the arm. Still he couldn’t tell if it was true disgust or just (Y/n) not knowing his own strength. “Guess so.” He recoiled as he moved. It would be hard to lay down like this.
The aforementioned assailant waltzed into their motel room, his hoodie sleeves rolled up to reveal well toned forearms. It was clear he put in work for his body. A bandage still decorated his wound, little spots of crimson peeking through the off-white cloth. “That shifter messed you up good.” Sam leaned forward, gently grabbing (Y/n)’s hand to look at the wrapping. He immediately yanked his hand away, pure instinct driving him. “Uh, sorry.” He brought the scratched arm back to Sam’s eye level. The youngest gently turned his friend’s arm within his grasp, looking at each spot that had bled through.
“Yikes.” He finally released the wounded arm and made eye contact with his, clearly nervous, counterpart. “Yeah, it hurt.” (Y/n) stated the obvious, as his mind was foggy. The attack really put him on edge, he feared he had screwed up the whole hunt. “No shit.” Dean grumbled as he turned his head to face his hurt friend. A scowl sat on his face. “I think you put that shifter to shame with your swing, I almost flew.” He adjusted on the bed and looked back to the TV, suddenly interested in whatever trashy drama was on.
“Your comment was out of pocket.” The usually quiet (Y/n) spoke up, pointing at the offending man as he sat on the couch he’d claimed as his bed. “It’s a compliment!” Dean shouted, his hands shot to the air. “I’m saying your-“ “Nope! Stop saying words!” He covered his ears and closed his eyes. The childlike display caused Sam to scoff. “I thought I was the child.” He mumbled as a breathy laugh escaped him. “Shut up Sam.” His older brother waved him off, aggressively turning to his side. “I’m going to bed.” He grumbled into his pillow, laying on his stomach and clenching the plush fabric tight. The three hunters did tend to act like children when they were upset.
That night was pushed to the back of the trio's brains, as they scoured through dirty alleyways for the shifter. They’d seen it run into the darkness of the corridor, now they just had to find it again. Easier said than done, as had been proven many times. Dean stopped in his tracks, grabbing whoever was closest. It just so happened to be (Y/n)’s wounded arm. He winced, pulling it away from his ally’s grip. “What?” Barely a whisper, he leaned down slightly to Dean’s eye level, earning him a shove. “Heard somethin’.” He walked ahead into the dark alley, the decaying walls and horrible smell did nothing to calm the three’s nerves. Every step echoed throughout the enclosed space. The sidewalk was wet with rain, heightening the sound further.
“Dude screw this place.” (Y/n) whispered, shining his flashlight in Dean’s general direction. The two jumped at the sound of footsteps, too far away to be Sam’s. Their eyes the size of dinner plates as they stared into the dark, having the space barely illuminated by the old flashlight. Instinctively Dean started to move forward, though his subconscious screamed to run. Slowly but surely, his terrified companion walked beside him. Each step was hesitant and planned, not wanting to make a single misstep. He froze, like a deer in headlights as they both faced their current game. A shapeshifter looked back at them, it’s eye’s reflecting in the light. “Got your gun?” “Yup.”
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