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……um…..breeding kink with knight steve????? my brain is on fire

contains: knight!steve, royal!reader, reader with a vagina, reader referred to as ‘princess’ and ‘your highness’, reader readers to themself as a common whore lol, the THEORY of breeding, cum play, loss of virginity. steve gets a lil rough in this one… need to see him be bitchy in his suit of armor so bad …

reader would exploit the hell out of this.

it takes ages to convince him to fuck you. it’s mutual masturbation only for several months because he’s justifiably afraid of losing his life. it’s forbidden to touch you, to treat you as anything other than the most precious and pure thing on earth.

you detest this, of course. but steve’s patience only lasts for so long. he’s between your thighs soon enough, that long, thick cock stretching you to the point of insanity. he’s not the easiest thing to take for your first time, but you adapt quickly enough - what with the several rounds you do every night in the dark of your bedchambers.

your suggestion is truly a slip of the tongue. and if he actually did it, it would end horribly for you both. it’s not even exciting to think of being caught.

in short, you don’t know why you say it, but you do.

“cum inside of me.”

steve’s eyes had been closed as he hovers above you. now, they’re wide, his pretty face pink, pupils blown. he’s so shocked that he can’t speak, his mouth opening and closing incessantly. you know he likes it, though. you can feel his cock pulsing and twitching inside of you.

“your highness,” he finally settles on. his voice cracks.

“i want to be with you,” you whisper, cupping his face in your hands. “want to be marked by you, only yours.”

your knight shakes his head, brown locks falling over his forehead. his throat bobs as he swallows.

“i — we — i cannot, princess, i….”

your legs tighten around his waist, pulling him in. he groans and begins to thrust again, though much slower than before. his brows knit together as he holds himself back.

“don’t you want to see it?” you breathe. you take one of his hands and place it over your stomach. “seeing me swollen with you?”

he says something so blasphemous that you gasp, and then he’s fucking you, moving harder and faster than he ever has before.

“don’t,” he grits. it’s the first time he’s ever sounded like a knight to you. the threat he implies with his tone makes you reel, your back arching as a long moan escapes your throat.

“you want to get me pregnant?” you push, desperately trying to stop your eyes from rolling back. “want to give me an heir?”

he groans and buries his head into the crook of your neck. you gasp at his speed, the force behind each push of his hips.

“stop,” he begs, his voice hoarse.

“y-you will,” you insist. “i am your princess, aren’t — aren’t i? you’re going to say no to me?”

he fucks you so hard that it hurts, and you revel in it. split open on him, your virginity taken, completely unholy underneath him.

“you’re filthy,” he says, voice forceful. he sounds like a knight again and it simply makes you more wet, more eager. “a princess sh-shouldn’t speak like this.”

you smile. “then i must be a c-common whore.”

steve’s voice strains. “it’d make this much. easier. if you were.”

“do it,” you press.

he grips your cheeks in one hand, thrusts landing harsh. your tits bounce in your night dress, skin shining with sweat. he looks down at you, face twisted in conflict, and then he smashes his lips against yours.

you’re thankful he does. each thrust lands harsh enough to fuck a shout out of your throat. he keeps your mouth occupied as his tongue licks against yours. your clit pulses, stomach tightening. you fist at his shirt, twisting and tugging as if it would bring you any relief.

his hands unbutton your dress until it’s open enough to expose your breasts and torso. the rough linen on his chest rubs against you, making your nipples pebble.

it feels so good.

you try to tell him that you’re going over the edge, but his lips occupy yours. he can feel it, anyway. the way you clench, your hips squirming as if you’re trying to get away from the pleasure. he swipes his thumb over your swollen clit one, two, three times, and then you’re coming with a cry into his hot mouth.

he swears against your lips. you’re certain you’ve got him, that he’ll do it. but your legs have gone slack and he isn’t forced against you anymore. he pulls out and ruts against your soft stomach until he cums between your breasts, biting his lip so hard it bleeds.

it takes you a moment to come back to earth, aftershocks rocking through you. but when you do, you grab a fist of his hair, pulling his slack head upwards to look at his flushed face.

“never disobey your princess again.”

he laughs.

“oh, your highness,” he coos. his shaking fingers gently touch the cum on your chest before dragging it down your stomach. his hand rests where you’d put it previously.

he’s mocking you. what you could have had. what he could have given you.

steve’s eyes are dark as he shakes his head. “i’m not afraid of you.”

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🎤 ahem. camboy steve getting off talking about all the ways he wants to spoil and pamper you. thank u

contains: gender unspecified reader, reader with a vagina, camboy!steve ofc, praise, steve edging himself to the thought of taking care of you 🫶🏻

this is SO GOOD!!!!!!!!

imagine him thrusting into you deep and slow, body trembling, biceps shaking. he’s edging himself with your pussy, sweat dripping from his forehead onto yours. neither of you care, the pleasure and passion overtaking anything else. you can only think about each other.

“you’re mine,” he starts, voice gravelly. he swallows hard. “all. mine.”

“mhm,” you agree, dazed. your eyes are so hooded that you can hardly see through them to take in his flushed face.

one of his hands moves to cradle your face in his big palm.

“‘m gonna t-take such good care of you,” he continues.

his hips rut into you slowly - he’s holding back, doesn’t want to finish so soon.

“g-gonna spoil you. buy - buy you anything you want. fuck,” he gasps, groaning low in his chest as he buries himself all the way in. “whole new wardrobe, honey, anythin’ you want. and i’ll take — i’ll take you anywhere y’wanna go.”

steve pulls out, whining, then pushes back in. your eyes roll back and you keen towards him. he takes the opportunity to kiss your exposed neck, sucking a magenta hickey into it.

“don’t have to lift a finger,” he promises, trailing open mouthed kisses down to your collarbone. his hips rut into you slowly again, but he lands harshly, forcing the air from your lungs. “gonna do it all for you, ‘kay? ‘nd you’re gonna take it.”

you whimper. he swipes your cheekbone with his thumb before gently urging you to straddle him. it’s hard to move, so he happily helps you get onto your knees and into his lap. his fingers find your clit and he strokes it while you sit prettily on his dick.

you try to ride him, but he stops you, one hand gripping your plush hip and squeezing.

“uh-uh,” he coos. he plants his feet and thrusts up into you, his thumb keeping steady pressure on your swollen bud. “gonna make you cum ‘til you forget about your rent, your interviews, everything.”

he leans forward to press his lips against yours. he kisses you slowly, leading you — you’re too high on him to make much of an effort.

“gonna take such good care of you, baby,” he promises, adjusting his grip and position. “and i’ll melt this pretty little brain ‘til it clicks.”

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Natalia Dyer as Nancy Wheeler Stranger Things

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having a blorbo be like “Omg have you seen that one scene where he closes the door ????? 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍Oh and that other scene where he’s eating food ???😍😍😍😍!!!!!!! omg I love him so much 💕💕💖✨🌸💕✨💖💕💓💗🌟🌸💕✨💓”

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͙⁺˚*･༓☾　𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Ding, ding!

Welcome to Aris’s Ice Cream Shop! Pick up to three flavors with a limit of five toppings and two syrups, and your sundae will be delivered to you shortly! Just make sure to let me know if you want it to be sweet, salty, or spicy; as well as what kind of waffle cone you want.

Dates Open: July 1st - August 31

flavors

༘⋆ picnic date

༘⋆ berry picking

༘⋆ late night swimming

༘⋆ sleeping in a hammock together

༘⋆ spontaneous wedding

༘⋆ learning a new skill

༘⋆ beach date

༘⋆ (found) family barbecue

༘⋆ bonfire party

toppings

༘⋆ sunburnt shoulders

༘⋆ bee stings

༘⋆ balcony views

༘⋆ grass stained skin

༘⋆ a crumpled map

༘⋆ dog eared postcards

༘⋆ homemade lemonade

༘⋆ plastic party cups

༘⋆ sandy knees

༘⋆ smoke curling up from a bonfire/barbecue

༘⋆ soil-dusted hands

syrups

༘⋆ “I can’t believe I met you.”

༘⋆ “It feels like I’ve known you forever.”

༘⋆ “I should just stuff you in my suitcase and take you with me.”

༘⋆ “I forgot my bathing suit!”

༘⋆ “You’re looking a bit pink.”

༘⋆ “I’m not a very strong swimmer…”

༘⋆ “How can you not like ice cream?”

༘⋆ “I’m too hot.” | “You should probably take your shirt off, then.”

༘⋆ “I said stay hydrated.” | “I am.” | “That’s a cocktail!”

༘⋆ “Wow, there’s so many stars tonight.”

༘⋆ “I got these for you.”

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: special thanks to @mirclealignr, @urfriendlywriter, @youneedsomeprompts, and @scealaiscoite for the prompts!

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contains: reader referred to as ‘good girl’; reader has breasts and a vagina; makeouts; dry humping; nipple play

thinking about having one of those classic make out sessions with steve. something smooth and quiet playing on vinyl with the lights down low, maybe a tasteful candle here and there. sitting pretty on steve’s lap while his big hands gently grope where they can reach. starting with your thighs, then moving up to your waist - then back down to your ass and up to your breasts.

you keen when he pinches your nipples, and he whispers soft praises into your mouth as his hands explore you.

“good girl.”

“so soft.”

“you’re beautiful.”

you’re both grinding into each other, your strokes slow and in tandem. your fingers play with the strands of brunette hair at the nape of his neck while his nimble fingers find the clasp of your bra. he’s good at it, only takes a moment for him to pop it open.

“can i?” he whispers, leaning back. his eyes are full of stars and absolute adoration.

you nod, helping him get it off of you by slipping down the straps and pulling it through the sleeves of your shirt. steve takes a moment to admire your pebbled nipples through the thin cotton of your blouse before gently rubbing the pad of his thumbs over them.

“steve,” you breathe, stomach doing somersaults. you grind down on him hard, probably enough to hurt. you need friction so badly.

“i know,” he coos under his breath, beautiful tenor voice turning deep with lust. he brings a hand up to your cheek, cupping it and pulling you in again. “you need me, don’t you?”

“need you so bad,” you whimper.

steve smiles against your lips. “i know, honey. gonna take real good care of you.”

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there's a lot of talk about theo's pshych and how bad his mental health is and how the yrs with the dread doctors affected him, but the body horror is barely noticed.

ten years strapped to an operating table, wide awake, having things pulled out or put in. modified to the point of no more recognition. his body wasn't his – controlled by the doctors, yes, but also made up of bits and pieces he couldn't be sure belonged there in the first place. they took genes from supernaturals beings and used poisons and mountin ash and many more substances to perfect his abilities to resist or become fully unaffected by them. but he can't be sure that's all they did. eith how they liked to modify stuff and remove stuff and put in new things, theo could never know if what he sees when he looks in the mirror, what he feels hurting inside of him when a hunter tortures him or when he throws up with nausetic anxiety, is himself. if he's not some frankestein's monster in more ways than purely symbolic.

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also i'm totally talking to myself here but I really wished they kept Isaac and also that we got to see Isaac and Theo interact. like wouldn't that be wonderful. so terrible but so wonderful. like they're both childhood-fucked-up (in I guess a physical way) god post-hell Theo and Isaac would go bar-for-bar in traumalympics. the "yeah we're still milking that" scene but like times ten pleassseeee it would've been so good

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season two lydia: I’m the sexiest bitch in this therapy waiting room.

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Intimacy goes beyond kisses, cuddles, and sex. It's when you're feeling low, and your partner gently comforts you, listens to you, and helps you unpack your insecurities through deep conversations. It's about calling to check in, making sure they've eaten or taken their medicine.

it's more than sex.

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on a roderick heffley edit btw

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Cinematic as 🛸 f u c k 🛸

I mean— look at her

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r we fuckin with isaac lahey ⁉️