#Steve kemp fanfic

[buck-star]

His name, his property | Steve Kemp

// Pairing //

-> Dark!Steve Kemp x Female!Reader

// Summary //

-> After letting you out of the basement Steve makes sure that you and everyone else knows who you belong to. His name written on your skin is a good option, isn't it?

// Wordcount //

-> 4.085 Words

// Warnings // Explicit Content

-> 18+, Minors DNI, dark content, kidnapping, hint of stalking, non-con tattoo, mention of cannibalism, Stockholm syndrome, non-con kissing, choking, finger sucking, masturbation, handjob, mention of oral (fem!receiving) and unprotected p in v

// Request //

-> I’ve really been craving a marking kink piece lately and I love your writing. Can you write a Steve kemp smut where he kidnaps the reader and wants to claim her as his so he tattoos his name on her lower back (tramp stamp) and when he sees the finished product he can’t help but cum all over her face

// Authors Note //

-> First of all thank you for the request and the feedback. Hope you like the request and it’s what you thought about.

-> I want to thank @bucks-babe for encouraging me and the comments, proofreading.🩷🩷

// Events //

-> Fandom-Free Bingo: Book Night Edition | G3 | “BEG for it!” | @fandom-free-bingo

// Masterlist | Steve Kemp Masterlist //

You don’t know what happened last night, the only thing you can remember is the party you were at last night. Usually you don’t drink much, so you really wonder why you can’t remember how you came to this place and got undressed. The warm blanket covering your body stops the cold from the room to surround you and you sigh softly, frowning when you turn your head to find out where you are. Maybe you hooked up with one of these guys at the party? But why is the room so cold and dark, and where is whoever you hooked up with?

The creaking sound of the door lets your gaze wander, and a moment later you have to shut your eyes. A bright light is shining into the dark room, and a big, broad man walks into the room. He closes the door and turns on the light, letting himself fall down on a chair opposite you.

“Glad you’re finally awake; I thought you would sleep a day more. Maybe I gave you a bit too many drugs; aren't you used to them, huh?” The man chuckles darkly, and you don't feel comfortable anymore. You open your eyes slowly to get used to the light before you turn your head to face him, and your jaw drops. “Looks like you remember me, love?”

You nod your head, closing your mouth, and try to sit up when you feel something around your arm. Your gaze immediately shoots to the chains that are around your arm, and you gasp. “W—Please let me go. I can give you money; do you want money?”

“Babe, does that basement look like I need money? You have your very own toilet and look at the beautiful sunrise, or do you want to call it a sunset? However, doesn’t it look pretty?” He asks, smirking at you, and you shake your head. Panic is growing in your body, and you inhale deeply, covering your face with your hands before you look back at the man.

“C—Can you please take these handcuffs off and we can talk?” You ask, and you breathe, shaking while you feel tears building up in your eyes.

“We can talk, but I won't take them off. Maybe when you're good, are you good?” The man smirks at you; his legs are spread, and he leans forward, placing his forearms on top of his thighs while he stares at you with such an intense gaze.

“What do you want then? Can you please let me go?” With every passing second, your breathing gets heavier, and your body starts to tremble. You definitely haven't planned to go to a party and be drugged to get kidnapped by such a psycho guy.

“I'm gonna tell you, but you will freak out. Just please don't freak out, oke?” The brown-haired man says with a nice smirk, and you’re not sure if you should be even more scared or less now, but something inside of you is enough to just scream and run — even though that isn't working with handcuffs around your wrist. "Remember, I told you I'm a doctor-”

And suddenly, you remember what happened in the evening. This nice guy, Steve, sat next to you at the bar, asking you if you wanted a drink as well. Since you two had a lot of fun then — laughing and talking about everything and nothing — he asked you to come with him to a more private corner of the bar. When you agreed, you had another drink, and then everything was dizzy. The next thing you can remember is waking up in the dark room — obviously his basement.

“Usually I would sell your meat; it brings a lot of money, and it is delicious— Calm down, love, I said usually. But I love you, babe,” he says, grinning while he gets up from the chair. His hands slide down his sweater, and he takes a step closer. “So when you do what I say, we are going to have a family, and I will give you my kids. Oh, they will be wonderful, won’t they? And we will be happy. When you don’t do what I say, I’m gonna punish you.”

“You’re fucking insane! I don’t want to have your kids, and I won't do what you want!” You shoot, crawling backwards, when he takes another step forward. “Stay there! Steve, please! Stay where you are! Don’t dare to step closer— please. Steve, please don’t come closer!” You say it through gritted teeth, but he only chuckles at your attempt to crawl away until you crash against the wall behind you.

Steve gets on his knees when he is just a few inches away from you. You already plan how to bite or kick him when he is taking another step closer, but he stays where he is and just looks at you with a soft smile.

“Listen, I’m the one who is in charge, so you better accept it. Like I said, when you don’t do what I say, I’m gonna punish you. Do you want me to punish you, babe? Sore, red ass, huh?” Even though he kind of scares you, when he reaches out to brush a strand of hair out of your face, you feel like there is no fear left in your body.

“I will cut off your dick or—" You get interrupted when your head flies to the side and your cheek burns. Steve just grasps your chin, stopping you from turning your face away while tears form in your eyes and fall slowly down your cheeks. His smile is so soft, and his beautiful blue eyes show nothing but comfort, but he just hit you. Your feelings go crazy, and the way he looks at you and the way his soft fingers hold your chin don’t help with your feelings.

You sob quietly, while he captures your cheeks with both of his hands and wipes your tears softly with his thumbs away. “It’s oke, babe. I love you, and you will love me too,” he mumbles, leaning closer to kiss your forehead before he pulls away and looks deep into your eyes.

“Steve—“ you get interrupted once again when he pushes his thumb into your mouth, pushing your tongue down. You gag around his thumb, and it causes more tears to fall down your cheeks. He then pulls his thumb out of your mouth and smirks.

“Shut your mouth unless you beg for my cock or want to tell me that you love me, love,” he says, leaning forward, and this time he captures your lips with his. They are so soft and warm, and he moves them so perfectly against yours that you just want to give in, leaning more into his touch. Steve will get what he wants, even when it takes a bit to tell you that you love him, but you will be his beautiful, cute wife.

He pulls his thumb out of your mouth, smirking when you immediately close your mouth and crawl further back. You whimper, leaning your back against the wall and looking down at your hands. With your fingers, you play with the handcuffs, moving them around your wrist. Steve looks at you the whole time, smiling softly before he gets up.

“Will you always keep me in the basement?” You ask shyly, not looking at him. A low chuckle leaves his lips. Steve turns around and looks at you once again.

“When you tell me you’re good, I will take you upstairs. Are you good?” His voice sounds soft, and when you look up, you see nothing but comfort in his eyes. Steve’s hands are in his pants pockets while he waits for you to answer. You nod, flicking when his eyes darken, and he looks suddenly at you with an angry expression. “Use your words, love.”

“Sorry,” you mumble, wanting to look back down on your hands, but his intense blue eyes hold yours. You just can’t look away; even though he just looked angry, when his gaze softens, you feel a comfortable warmth rushing through your body. “I’ll be good.”

He grins, walking closer to you and getting down on his knees once again. Steve’s blue eyes brighten when you hold your hands up for him to open the handcuffs. He then gets up and holds his hand out for you to place your smaller one in his big one. When you do so, you smile slightly; his hand is so warm and soft.

“Let’s get upstairs and get some food into your belly, huh?” You nod your head, getting up as well. Your legs feel like jelly, and Steve has to catch you so you won’t fall forward. He immediately wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you tight against him, and you can feel his broad chest against your back. You sigh softly until you feel something poking into your lower back, gasping when he thrusts his hips slowly forward to press his growing bulge more against you.

“S—Sorry,” you mumble, not wanting to make the situation awkward, but Steve doesn’t look ashamed at all. He grinds his bulge against you while his grip on your hips tightens. Steve’s fingers dig into your soft skin, and you moan quietly, your cunt dripping when his cock slides up and down your lower back and your ass. He leans down, his lips grazing over your skin. Steve kisses and sucks at your skin before he lets go and takes your hand to lead you upstairs.

Steve made lunch for the two of you; his eyes were roaming the whole time over your face, and he smirked when you ate the food with a satisfied smile on your face. “You’re pretty when you smile. Know why I feel for you,” he said, causing you to look up at him and blush slightly.

His tongue slid out and across his lips while his eyes suddenly darkened, and he groaned with a huge smirk on his plump lips. “Should make you mine, but first finish lunch, babe.”

Not long after you are placed on your belly on the bed, Steve doesn’t allow you to turn around, and afraid of punishment, you listen to him and just lay there while you listen to him walk through the room.

“Are you gonna be good, babe? Or do I need to handcuff you?” He asks; you can hear him smirking, and your stomach feels like it’s turning around. You inhale deeply, trying to calm yourself down. Maybe he just wants to joke around or something.

“I—I will be good,” you mumble, placing your hands underneath your head so he can’t reach them immediately.

Steve chuckles darkly before he makes his way to the bed. His footsteps are heavy, and your body starts to tremble when his hand slides along your leg, causing goosebumps on your skin. “Gonna show everyone that you belong to me, babe.”

Steve places whatever he has in his hands next to you on the bed and lets himself fall down next to you on the mattress.

“What are you doing?” You ask, turning your head slightly, but Steve is fast and snaps his hand forward, pressing it on the back of your head to turn your head back, pressing it down on the mattress.

“Told you, gonna show everyone that you belong to me,” he says again before he moves and sits on your thighs, causing you to groan. “I’m not that heavy, love.”

You squirm a bit while Steve grasps the hem of your shirt and pushes it up. He reveals your back, his fingers grazing slightly over your skin. “Steve, please—"

“Shut your mouth!” His voice sounds harsh, and you immediately obey, closing your eyes and trying to think of something better than Steve sitting on your thighs.

A cold liquid drops on your warm skin, and you yelp, trying to turn your head around once again, but he still pushes your face into the mattress, so you’re not able to see whatever he is doing right now. He then waves the liquid away, and you’re really not sure what he is doing there.

“Could hurt a bit but will be fine.” Steve mumbles, and your eyes widen. His hand on the back of your hand lets go of you, but you don’t dare turn your head. You inhale deeply; your breath is shaking, especially when you hear him turning on a machine.

He brings it closer to your back, and before you can say something or move away, you feel a sharp pain in your back. You scream and gasp, your skin burns, but he brings the machine over and over again to your skin. “Steve, please. That hurts; don’t do that, please.”

For a brief moment, you just want to turn around and try to get him off of you, but since he sat down on your thighs, you’re kind of frozen, and now, with him making a tattoo on your back, even more.

Tears are building up in your eyes, rolling down your cheeks, and causing a wet spot on the sheets underneath you. Quiet sobs leave your lips while Steve holds you in place and continues with the tattoo. A smirk crosses his lips when the first letter is written down on your lower back. He groans, his dick growing in his pants, when he makes the next letter.

“Gonna cum in my pants when you have my name written on your back, fucking gorgerous,” he moans, thrusting his hips forward for you to feel his bulge pressing against your ass. “Or maybe I jerk off and come all over your face, or your tattoo, fuck, I can’t decide it’s all so hot. My dick is so hard, and my balls are so fucking heavy, filled with so much cum, and I will pump you full with it at some point.”

“Steve, please,” you try, but a sob interrupts you, and Steve just ignores you, continuing to finish the tattoo on your lower back. He groans every now and then, his tongue wetting his lips while his hand is pressing down on your back, and you feel his hips rutting against yours every now and then.

You don’t know how much time passes until he finally turns off the machine. Tears are still falling down your cheeks, but unless you get a few sniffles, you’re quiet. You thought Steve could be soft, and he can, but right now you just feel scared and hurt. Steve places the machine and color to the side and wipes a cold washcloth over your lower back, causing you to flinch.

“Do you want a nice bath with me or do you want to watch a movie? He asks, leaning down to kiss your neck softly. Steve’s lips are so warm and soft against your neck that you want to sigh, but the burning pain in your lower back makes you wiggle to try and move away from him.

“You’re fucking insane! I don’t want a bath with you!” You say it with a shaking voice while he sighs. He then lets go of you and lets you crawl from the bed, pushing your shirt down before you look for the nearest corner.

He looks at you when you sit with your back pressed against the wall, your legs pulled up, and against your chest while you rest your head on your knees and stare at the wall.

“Babe, come here. I’m sorry, oke. But seeing you so often go out with your friends makes me go crazy. And when someone comes over here, they can see that you’re mine. I love you, babe,” he says, his voice soft.

You turn a bit to face him; his steel blue eyes look so soft, and his lips are curled up into the sweetest smile. “How about I make it up to you?”

You narrow; what does he understand when he says he is making it up to you? You shake your head; he just made you a tattoo with his name. But with his question, the anger inside of you grows, and the pain on your skin turns into anger too. With a clenched jaw, you let a small chuckle escape your lips. “Wanna make it up to me?”

He nods his head, getting up from the bed and walking a few steps closer. You immediately press yourself more into the corner. Steve sighs before he gets on his knees and reaches his hand out for you to grab or for him to touch you. “Yes, let me make you feel good.”

“Making me feel good — maybe with another tattoo? Or do you want to make it up, and I can make a tattoo on your fucking dick?” You ask with a low chuckle.

Steve’s jaw clenches, and he grasps your arm harshly, pulling you off the floor and back to the bed. “Can’t fucking appreciate it, can you? Just made you mine, or else someone else would have fucked you. Are you such a whore that you want someone else to fuck you?”

“I would prefer everyone in that city instead of letting you fuck me!” You shoot at him, trying to wiggle out of his tight grip, but he turns the two of you around and takes a seat on the bed while he pushes you onto the ground in front of him.

“Would you?” Steve’s voice is calm, and it causes you to shiver. His blue eyes are darkened; he grips your neck and squeezes lightly. You nod your head, trying to ignore the tight grip of his hand around your throat. “Then you can start to show me that you can be a good girl.”

“Thought you wanna make me feel good?” You ask, looking through your lashes and trying to grin. But his hand is squeezing even more, and you feel yourself panicking when he just doesn’t want to let go of your neck. “I’m sorry, p—please.”

“Good girl, beg Daddy to let go of your neck. Fuck— could look at you sitting between my legs all the time, begging for me. Sit still!” He demands, his fingers letting go of your neck, and he brings them to your cheek, his thumb slipping over your lips before he pushes his digit into your mouth. Steve groans before he removes his thumb.

Steve lets go of you and brings his hand to his belt, unbuckling it before his hand disappears in his pants. He is freeing his weeping cock. You whimper, your eyes widen when you see his huge length, the tip read, and pre-cum is leaking down his thick, veiny shaft. His hand is wrapped around his cock while he gives himself a few strokes, smirking at you.

“Like that, love? Knew you would love seeing me jerk off and come all over your face,” he says, grinning when you slowly move away from him. His free hand immediately snaps out to grasp your neck again, and he pulls you closer. “Sit still! Wanna give you all of my cum.”

His thumb moves over his tip, and he groans while bucked his hips forward, thrusting into his hand. You can’t move away; his grip is too tight around your neck, and you swallow harshly, trying to look at something else at least. Steve pushes your head even further toward his cock, grinning. His dick is the only thing you are able to look at unless you look up. Then you would look at his lower belly, covered with his shirt.

“Look at my cock when I come all over your face, babe,” he groans, his cock twitching in his hand. He pumps his length at a steady pace, his thumb brushing every now and then across his tip, and he smears his pre-cum all over his cock.

Even though you didn’t want to see it, you kind of like it. Steve's dick is beautiful, and you can’t help the growing wetness between your legs, soaking your panties slowly. “C—Can I do that?”

For a moment, he is narrowing his eyes and tilting his head to the side before he recognizes the way you press your thighs together. Steve loves that his action of jerking himself off in front of you has such an effect on you, and he lets you gladly help him with his hard cock. “You can wrap your hand around my length and pump it.”

You nod, lifting your hand, and wrap your fingers softly around them. The brown-haired man immediately groans loudly when your soft and warm hand is wrapped around him, moving up and down. Your eyes are focused on the leaking tip, and then you let them wander down his shaft. Using your fingertips to slide them along his vein before you wrap your fingers around his cock again.

Steve smirks at you. He looks at you for a while — addicted to your hand around his cock, your soft touches, and the way you clench your thighs to get some friction between your legs. He then looks behind you, and a big mirror shows your back and ass. Steve lifts your shirt and smirks; he can see his name written down over your ass.

A pornographic moan leaves his lips when he thrusts into your hand, almost hitting your face since he still holds you close to his dick. The sight of his name on your lower back and the steady movements of your hand around his cock bring him closer to his orgasm. His balls are heavy, and his dick twitches.

The man grasps your hand, removing it from his cock, and causes you to whine. “Don’t whine; you can get my cock. But I said I would come all over your face. You look so fucking gorgeous with my name on your back; you belong to me, babe.”

You whimper, staring at his cock while he thrusts into his hand. His eyes are focused on your back; Steve is going feral with that sight; his moans and groans get louder, and he is about to come, giving you his cum and painting your face white with it.

With a few more strokes and a loud groan, he comes all over your face, shooting his seeds all over it and smirks satisfied. He could come once again just from you having his cum across your face and looking through your lashes at him. Your tongue is sliding over your lips, licking the cum off of them, and a desperate moan is leaving your lips when you taste him.

“Yeah, like my cum, huh? Pump you full with it; you’re so sexy with my cum all over your face, making me go feral for you,” he groans, leaning down, pushing you away before he presses his lips for a passionate kiss against yours.

It’s rough, and he immediately asks for access when he glides his tongue over your lips, getting it when you part your lips and let him explore your mouth with his tongue. The tingling feeling in your lower stomach grows; your pussy is dripping.

“Let’s clean your face,” he says after pulling away from the kiss. His fingers swipe over your face, grazing his cum. Steve holds them in front of your mouth, waiting for you to twirl your tongue around them and clean his fingers. You moan softly, sucking on his digits, before he repeats his actions and lets you lick off his cum until your face is clean. “Good girl, deserving a reward for helping me to jerk off and eating all of my cum, huh?”

You immediately look up into his beautiful steel-blue eyes, nodding your head. Steve chuckles, letting go of your neck and getting off the bed, starting to strip. “Take off your clothes; I’m hungry, and I want a meal before I pump you full with my cum.” His voice sounds so rough and sexy that you obey, smirking while you do what he asks you for.

He may be a dick, but he is a hot dick, and you’re pretty sure he can help your tingling and dripping cunt perfectly. Maybe he isn’t that bad; he loves you, so you can learn to love him too, right? You definitely can, especially when you see those pretty blue eyes roaming over your naked body like he looks at his prey, ready to eat your pussy.

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[imyourbratzdoll]

Hi!! I’m in love with your writing, could I request a fic for Steve Kemp that he kidnaps Y/N because he obsessed with them not knowing the’re the same like him.

hi honey! thank you!

summary - steve becomes obsessed with you, and because he's too blinded by your beauty, he doesn't know you are just like him, maybe even better.

warning - stalking, slightly dark, kidnapping, hints of cannibalism, talks of men and women.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You were so beautiful, and Steve couldn’t just not have you. You were so soft and perfect the first time he saw you, better than any of the women he met up with and killed. His mouth watered at the thought of what you’d taste like. Would you taste sweet? Or would you taste salty? These thoughts corrupted him, nearly causing him to go insane, leaving him to now. Your goddess-like self was knocked out and tied to a bed in his basement. But not just any bed, no. You deserved the best quality, the finest of things. Steve had gone out and purchased a frame, a new mattress, silk sheets and soft pillows. He felt giddy as he sat in the chair in the corner, watching you. You looked perfect, even asleep. How was that possible?

He watches you wake with wide eyes, wondering if you’ll scream and cry like the other women. Maybe he’ll get to taste your sweet tears. Would you look as beautiful crying? His head tilts as you look around, unbothered as if you are bored, as if you’ve been through this before. “You’re not afraid?” His breath caught in his throat as you looked at him with those captivating eyes. You blink once and then again before tilting your head. Your gaze then moves to the bed, hands slowly moving through the silk and feeling it, your brows furrow.

“Hmm, I personally wouldn’t have given such nice things to my victims, but I guess men are different.” Steve’s mouth falls open, and his brows furrow as you turn and look at him with an emotionless look. You raise your own brow, questioning him silently. “I’m guessing this is your first time?” He slowly shakes his head, still confused because the times he has watched and stalked you, he never once saw you being like him. “Huh. This is all new.” You look at him with a slightly dark smile. “Did you do all this for me? Wanted to impress me more than the stalking you were doing?” Steve’s eyes widen even more, and you lick your lips, eyes moving up and down his form. 

“You knew?” As those words passed his lips, your eyes rolled, scoffing.

“Of course, I knew. A woman knows, Steve.” If it were possible, Steve’s eyes would’ve widened more. “It’s not safe for a woman to not know her surroundings. Men have proven that constantly.” 

“So… You’re like me?” He scoots closer, dripping with interest.

You hum, playing with the fabric between your fingers. “Sort of.”

He tilts his head, “What do you mean sort of?” 

You squint your eyes, nibbling on your bottom lip as you think. “I don’t go after women as you do. I like preying on the predator. It’s always fun and exhilarating when the men realise a woman has beaten them.” You play with the chain connected to your wrist. “See, that’s where you and I are different. You pray on women because they have been proven weaker against the male species, and I pray on the men because they are the stupider of the species.” Steve blinks in wonder, “It’s so easy getting a man to follow you home and do whatever you want with the promise of sex. No dates need to be planned because they’ve never needed to worry.” You smirk, giggling at the gobsmacked look on your captor's face.

“But, I caught you? You are locked in my basement because I beat you.” His head tilts again, confused.

“That’s what you think, my love. But, really. This was my plan all along.” The sound of the chains being undone cause Steve’s eyes to widen even more, watching as you stand from the bed, and fix your dress. “You’re lucky you didn’t ruin this. I just bought it.” You pout, looking at the man through your lashes. “Shall we play a game?”

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[sanctusinferi]

Take It Easy

Steve Kemp x Reader | WC: 3.9k+ | Explicit Content

Summary: Just how far are you willing to go to convince Steve he can trust you? Warnings: 18+ ONLY — Minors DNI. Dark themes. Implied imprisonment. Drugging. Inaccurate portrayal of how paralytics work because I’m here to be a whore, not to be actual factual. Dub-con/non-con elements (as always, please heed this warning). Nipple play. Slapping. Glove kink. Spit kink. Minor degradation. Overstimulation. Fingering. Forced orgasm. A/N: This one’s been brewing since they released that promo pic of Steve in the freezer with his stupid, slutty little gloves. 

Tricking him is something you knew would never work. But it is human nature to survive at all costs; to merely lie down and accept your fate at the mercy of a monster would be the very antithesis of self-preservation. Steve had made no attempt to dissuade your discovery of just how evil and nefarious he is and you foolishly thought yourself capable of feigning acceptance to lull him in and eventually convince him to let you go. You never expected it to backfire so spectacularly. 

You’ve grown accustomed to the dimly lit environment of Steve’s bedroom, but this is something much different. This room is too cold, too bright, and too damn sterile. There’s a reeking odor, sharp and burning in your nostrils; a recognizable scent akin to bleach, or else some other strong cleaning product. The unfamiliarity of the mirrored walls you find yourself surrounded by makes you uneasy, though not nearly as much as the realization that you can’t seem to move any part of your body.

You’re lying on your back with your head slightly propped up and while you’re acutely aware that you appear to be shaking violently, you cannot move your limbs of your own accord. For a brief moment, you worry you may be paralyzed, however you can still feel your limbs. So why can’t you move them?

Although you’re unable to move your head, your eyes shift as expected and you’re horrified to learn that you’re completely naked. Your breathing increases slightly at the notion and panic seeps into your veins at the onset of distant footsteps. Albeit frustratingly vague, your foggy mind is able to conjure at least some bits and pieces of how you ended up here, even if that obscure recollection seems too strange to be reality. A wave of nausea overcomes you as you frantically look around, feeling as if the entire world is suddenly strapped to a swift-moving ferris wheel.

The sound of a door opening somewhere nearby prompts your lungs to freeze, your rapid breaths catching as you listen intently for some clue as to who has entered. Deep down, you know who’s come to join you in this dungeon, but it’s as if your mind refuses to accept the possibility. Growing more anxious as the footfalls move closer, you attempt to cover your nude body. A small sound emits from your dry throat when your arms refuse to budge. You can hear someone standing near, but you cannot see them. When they speak, you don’t need to.

“Ah, there she is.”

Steve’s familiar voice is velvety smooth, the dulcet tone and false geniality prompting a striking fear that has your body shaking even harder now. His presence serves as a terrifying reminder that you’ve found yourself in a real-life nightmare. With your eyes squeezed shut, you fight the tears that threaten to spill and desperately try to calm your breathing. In all the complexity of your hair-brained plans, you seem only to have buried yourself more deeply in Steve’s wicked clutches.

A distinct shiver rattles through you and you begrudgingly allow your eyes to ease open once more. The abundance of moisture spills over immediately. Your breathing has slowed considerably, though it has done nothing to stop the quaking of your naked frame. A subtle warmth surrounds your ankle and you want to flinch away from the sensation, but you’re still rendered incapable of movement. You glance up and your stomach heaves, a wave of dizziness making your eyes roll slightly as you moan in discomfort.

“It’s just the drugs I gave you,” Steve mentions casually, his fingertips trailing the length of your shinbone as his eyes follow the path of his hand. 

All at once, you worry that Steve has somehow uncovered your plot to fool him. He’s seen right through your put-upon antics of submission and understanding and you will pay the ultimate price for betraying his trust.

While your eyes remain open, you refuse to meet Steve’s imploring gaze. Still, the suggestion of his frigid stare is an almost physical sensation upon your bare flesh. A small grunt niggles in the back of your throat as you fight against your own trembling body.

“Are you cold?” Steve ponders. 

His touch settles heavily at your waist, accompanied by the weight of his condescending tone. He observes you with precise scrutiny and is quick to note the lack of goosebumps across your skin. The disappointed way he sighs only frightens you more and you convulse so powerfully that your teeth begin to chatter. It would almost be a comical confirmation of his previous inquest if only your body’s reaction were in fact on account of the temperature of the room.

“You’re scared,” he states with icy confidence, identifying the true cause of your symptom as a fat, salty tear rolls along your temple.

As much as you don’t want Steve to see evidence of your fear or weakness, his statement holds too much truth to be denied. You’re terrified. A strangled sob works its way out of you, your chest constricting and your ribs threatening to crack beneath the burden of your circumstance.

“Poor baby,” Steve coos with patronizing acidity. “You have no idea what you’ve done, do you?”

Unsure of his meaning, you watch anxiously from the corner of your eye as Steve produces a pair of black latex gloves and pulls the stretchy material over each of his long fingers, then lets them snap sharply around his slender wrists. When he lifts a silver scalpel, a bone-deep panic settles over you; the adrenaline surging suddenly through your body throws you into an alarming state of cognizance.

Fear burns hot and fierce in your stomach and you try with all your might to squirm, your mind seemingly still unwilling to accept that you can’t. Steve appears to be entertained by your predicament and tilts his head piteously as he watches your fruitless attempts to move away from the tool he wields ominously above you. An inexplicable snort of laughter bursts from him as he closes in on you, a gloved hand making contact with the curve of your shoulder before skimming lightly along your collarbone until he swirls a finger in the hollow of your throat.

“I gave you a local anesthetic,” he admits joyously, gesturing to your lower torso. “And a little bit of a paralytic.”

Steve leans in close to whisper the latter part of his confession as if he’s letting you in on a fun secret before informing you that it will begin to wear off soon, though your movement will still be limited. His expression grows eerily sinister and his hand drifts upwards to cradle your cheek, turning your head and forcing you to meet his unflinching stare.

“I’m gonna take your kidney,” he declares matter-of-factly, thumb sweeping gently along your cheekbone. “It’s one of the only organs you can live without because you have two of them. I promise you won't miss it much.”

He chuckles again then, smiling sadly as if it wounds him to inflict this on you. Regardless of his measly reassurance, you don’t want Steve to take any part of you, but he ignores your tiny whimper and instead shifts so that his free hand can reach your abdomen.

“See? You can’t feel that, can you?” he asks.

To your horror, you feel almost nothing. Your brain registers the pressure of something bearing down on you, but your nerves detect no actual sensation of touch. The realization that Steve truly does intend to maim you prompts a fresh wave of scalding tears to cascade down the sides of your face.

You try to voice your contempt, however the dryness of your numb lips refuses to let them separate and your jaw feels much too heavy to function. Instead, you only groan incoherently; the terror in your wet eyes conveying the message your lacking words cannot. Steve tuts in response, his palm massaging against your belly even though he knows you won’t feel much of the soothing gesture. The hand cupping your tear-streaked cheek shifts to cradle your skull, lifting your head from the pillow and drawing you in as he bends over your prone form.

“You wanna be mine?” he hisses coldly. “That means every part of you is mine, right? I can take anything I want.”

Although you know the answer he seeks, you can’t possibly give it. To acquiesce in such a way would only end badly for you. There must be another way.

The deadened muscles of your stiff neck twitch slightly with your frantic endeavor to move and you dare feel a modicum of relief that you’ve managed even an inkling of motion. You cry out desperately, eyes still pleading with Steve as you fight to shake your head in the hopes of stopping him. It is in no way genuine, but you’re nearly convinced Steve feels some sort of pity for you when his lips press in a flat line and he sighs as if deep in thought. His eyes scan your harried features, taking in the moist streaks that stain your skin as he weighs his options.

“I think I deserve to take something of yours,” he barks, sounding frustrated as he grabs the back of your neck and leans so close his lips nearly brush yours. “But maybe there’s something else you’d rather give me.”

He mutters seemingly to himself and you can only simper pathetically at his obvious vexation. Your lips flutter weakly, working so hard to form the needed syllables to beg him for some semblance of mercy. When your mouth purses, he knows immediately what you’re trying to communicate to him even if you can only moan pitifully.

Your breath stalls in your throat when the pressure you’d felt only slightly at your stomach moves more noticeably just above your left knee. The muscles tense beneath your skin as Steve draws his fingertips higher towards your thigh. While the movement in your limb is a good sign, the direction Steve’s hand moves is not.

Steve reaches the curve of your hip and your body itches to retreat from the tickling sensation. His eyes lock onto yours, enraptured with the way they express the reactions your body and voice cannot. His own breathing increases, his skin heating beneath the soft cashmere of his navy sweater. Even with the sleeves rolled all the way up to his elbows, he suddenly feels overly warm inside of the expensive garment.

A whine escapes you when you feel the ghost of his touch against the crease of your thigh, the delicate pressure coming without warning. As swiftly as it happened, it’s gone; sweeping down your untouched thigh instead. Over and over, Steve teases and taunts you; his tantalizing touch too much and not enough all at once. Just when your body reacts to the encroaching pleasure his fingers promise, he’s ripping it away from you all over again. 

It is taboo to say the least — to be turned on by the meticulous attention from someone so blatantly evil, to be tempted by hands that have inflicted pain and death — but still, you are victim to your own debased desire. You want Steve to cease his torturous ministrations before it’s too late, before he notices the undeniable slickness you’re sure must be shining visibly between your thighs by now; a dampness that you couldn’t have prevented even if you wanted to.

Heat is born all across your skin; sweat growing along your hairline, beneath your arms, and near the warmth of your neglected center. You're not sure whether your response is due to embarrassment or something much worse. And you're even less sure you're ready to admit that particular truth — whatever it may be. Steve spots the confused surprise swimming in your shiny eyes and he relents; teasing the knuckles of two fingers along your side instead and stopping just before he touches your breast. He pays close attention to the way your eyelids flutter and your breath stutters, smiling with cruel satisfaction when he understands how easily he could have you now. 

All at once, Steve’s agenda becomes startlingly clear to you. He’s not punishing you for an unearthed betrayal, he’s simply proving a point; both to you and to himself. He wants to show you how easily you’re willing to surrender, what level of depravity you’re willing to stoop to for his sake even knowing what you know about him. You only wish his assumptions were wrong.

His gloved fingers snatch the meat of your bare thigh in a tight and forceful grip, snapping your attention to him just the way he wants. Steve’s light eyes are dimmed with something hot, dark, and foreboding. He closes the space between you, holding the two middle fingers of his other hand in front of your face.

“Open your mouth.”

Finally able to gain some movement back in your jaw, your lips part — not with obedience, but with shock. You’re quick to snap your mouth shut again, much to Steve’s disapproval. He inhales sharply and his disappointment is evident in the heft of the sigh he releases.

“You’re gonna want them to be wet,” he assures you with chilling softness, the tips of his fingers coming to rest upon your sealed lips.

You refuse to open your mouth and even manage to give your head a nearly imperceptible shake to display your denial of his request. Steve laughs then and the tight smile that raises his cheeks is anything but amused. His eyes ignite with displeasure and he shakes his own head in kind. 

Before you know it, the hand gripping your thigh is racing towards your face and pinching your nose so hard that you cry out in pain. You fight the uncomfortable grip Steve exerts on you until your eyes begin to water. Deprived of oxygen, your eyebrows furrow with a silent plea, however Steve does not relent until he gets the inevitable result he’s after.

The moment your mouth opens to gasp and draw a much needed breath, Steve shoves his gloved fingers past your chapped lips; four fingers painfully forcing your jaw open rather than the two he had initially offered. The digits slide deep into the warm recess and — in your desperation to suck in as much air as you can — you instantly begin to choke around them. Flecks of saliva splutter from the corners of your over-filled mouth and Steve finally lets go of your nose, opting to hold your head in place instead while he invades your throat with his hand; no doubt intentionally reaching as far as he can in order to make you gag around him.

Your tongue lifts instinctively to rid your mouth of the intrusive object and you hate the distinct, rubbery taste of the glove as Steve begins to swirl his fingers around your mouth and over the textured muscle, coating the latex in a slick layer of your spit. A line of drool splashes across your chin when he removes his hand and holds it up for you to observe, rubbing his black-tipped fingers together so your saliva shines in the overhead light.

“There, that’s better,” he praises facetiously.

Pleased with the moisture coating his gloved hand, Steve turns his attention elsewhere. His slippery fingers trail down the center of your throat and drift between your cleavage. He backtracks slightly, circling one of your nipples which immediately pebbles beneath the stimulation. Steve drags the remainder of your saliva over the sensitive skin, swirling tight circles over your areola until you inhale sharply then he blows a cool puff of air over your breast.

You can’t feel the warmth of Steve’s hand as he skims it over your numb abdomen, but you still watch him intently as he does. Your cheeks heat and you bite your tongue when his palm flattens over your pubic bone then slips lower, obscuring itself from your view between your slightly parted thighs.

The sensation of Steve’s touch is odd at first, the intensity of the stimulation partially dulled by the layer of latex that engulfs his long fingers. You find yourself wishing the anesthetic he'd given you had spread further than just your belly. With the tip of one cool digit, Steve draws a gentle line down your weeping slit, parting the humid flesh before slowly dragging back up and stopping just short of your clit. If you could squirm, you would.

With a look of deep concentration, Steve flicks — once, twice, three times — at the bundle of nerves, reveling in the squeak you release with each sharp contact. He circles the bud experimentally before adding a second finger and using the tips of both to rub firm circles around your entrance. He plays with you, teasing and kneading the dampness of your folds. The pressure of his touch passes up and down, over and over; before long, you hear the stickiness of your flesh as your juices cling to Steve’s gloves.

His covered fingers have warmed up now and your stomach knots at how wrong this all feels. When Steve pushes two fingertips shallowly inside of you, you swear your legs lift off of the table. Steve eventually turns his attention back to your visage, taking a deep breath as he spreads your slick over the length of his fingers and holds it on display right before your face. The sticky sound is deafening in the silence of the room and Steve’s tongue peeks out to test your essence. 

“Open.”

The command is more forceful this time, his tone leaving no room for argument. You can’t tear your eyes away from his, even as he hooks the knuckles of two damp fingers over your teeth and drags the moistened latex over your tongue, forcing you to taste yourself as well. Steve thrusts his fingers deeper, making sure your saliva soaks several of them before he recedes and drops his hand back between your thighs.

This time, Steve enters you without warning, your cunt stretched uncomfortably around the thick girth of three fingers. You cry out, your throat dry and sore. He twists his wrist, expertly delving his digits deeper and deeper as your walls steadily give way to his unexpected intrusion. With his thumb placed perfectly, he massages your clit as his fingers swirl and plunge into your pussy as it slowly grows wetter.

Steve’s hand takes hold of your hip, pinning you in place as he begins to fingerfuck you so brutally that his palm slaps loudly against your swollen flesh. You can feel your abundant slick collecting at the base of his fingers and dripping unhurriedly between the globes of your ass; drops of your juices splash against the insides of your thighs because of how ferociously Steve pounds into you.

The sound of latex on latex squeaks wetly through the air and your thighs quiver beneath Steve’s determined assault on your drippy cunt. Your eyes pinch shut and tears fall steadily as you whimper and whine. He only encourages you, demanding that you let him hear every sound he forces from you, even pulling your jaw open with the hand not buried in your pussy.

You moan around his exploring fingers, gagging and drooling messily all over yourself as Steve stuffs your mouth full. Your teeth press firmly into his flesh when the hand working your cunt grinds blissfully into your clit and the long fingers reach deep enough to stroke the soft, sensitive spot at the front of your clenching walls.

A devastating wail breaks forth as you try to fend off the looming climax that begins to tingle in your feet and the top of your head. You don’t want to give in, to capitulate at the hands of such a beastly man. Steve, however, has other ideas. Curled over top of you, he nips harshly at the soft flesh of your throat before imparting a solid grip around your airway with his spit-soaked fingers. Somewhat regaining the ability to move, your head wags clumsily from side to side as you try pointlessly to escape in order to breathe.

“Are you gonna cum?” Steve rasps, hot breath blowing in your ear as his thumb thrums endlessly on your nerves.

You deny him almost instantly, tipping your head away from him and groaning in agonized distress even as your body ripples with undeniable pleasure. The refutation is mumbled and nearly lost amid the blatant desperation of your moans, but Steve understands just as well; your refusal igniting a frightening fury in him. The latex stings immensely when it crashes against your cheek, causing you to gasp in surprise. Steve grips your jaw, pinching your cheeks and shaking your head violently as you slobber and whine.

“You’re lying. You’re fucking lying to me!”

Steve barks the observation directly in your face, saliva landing on your already damp skin. He pinches your cheeks even harder until your jaw is forced open and he spits viciously into your mouth with a demand to swallow it. He asks his initial question once more, the danger in his eyes challenging you to lie to him again. You begin to sob as your cunt spasms and cream spills from your abused hole, your clit overstimulated and tingling immensely as Steve works you perilously close to the edge.

“N-no,” you barely manage to slur. “P-p-ple—”

The palm slapped over your sluggish mouth stops your plea before you can finish it. Steve is no longer interested in hearing you beg or lie or cry, he just wants you to surrender and let go.

“I can feel you squeezing me. You’re about to cum all over me like a filthy slut,” Steve growls, grabbing your face and forcing you to meet his burning eyes. “Don’t fucking lie, just cum.”

You breathe frantically through your nose and mewl brokenly behind his slippery hand, every muscle in your body spasming wildly as his fingers plunge deep in your pussy, spread apart and stuffing you unbearably full until your eyes roll backwards. Just as you begin to scream, Steve presses his thumb firmly to your clit and rubs back and forth with agonizing accuracy, causing your hips to rise uncontrollably into his gloved hand. You’re grateful for the limited mobility you’ve finally acquired, working your pelvis to grind your pussy into the heat of his palm, drawing out your orgasm.

Wetness spills from your core, drenching your flesh and slickening Steve’s hand as he continues to fuck his fingers shallowly into your sopping cunt. You shake and sniffle, crying from the intensity as well as the guilt that taints your climax. Tears still trickle from your eyes, soaking into your hairline as you come down from the full-body high.

Steve pushes his fingers deep into you — all the way to his knuckles until you’re uncomfortably stretched — one last time before slowly drawing them from your weak, pliant body. Your cream sticks to the wet latex, leaving streaks along the length of his slender digits. His hand slips free with a lewd sucking sound and you shiver at the sensitivity you feel between your legs, nearly crying out when Steve slaps his sticky fingers over your worn out pussy before brushing them with surprising tenderness over your heated cheek.

“You’re mine,” he whispers seriously. “And your body is mine to do what I want with. Remember that.”

Steve combs his fingers through your hair, spreading your cum through the strands before licking a stripe through the fluids he’d left behind on your cheekbone. You melt defeatedly into the hard surface beneath you, utterly exhausted and too wrung out to consider the implication of his adamantly spoken words. 

Sebastian Stan Masterlist || Writing Masterpost

[jiyascepter]

───── May

So I decided that I should be making my monthly reading lists to promote some fellow writers even more, even if one person reads a fic from here it would change something, wouldn't it?

(idk if tumblr would let me tag so many writers at once, but the links to fics work so pls check out their profiles too!)

And also if I ever want to reread them it would be easier to find 👀 I'll try my best to make these lists every month ✨️

So here are some lovely fanfics I've read this month, please make sure to give them some love by commenting or reblogging, it means a lot to us writers 🤍

Fluff: 🥰 | Angst: 💔 | Hurt/Comfort: ❤️‍🩹 | Smut: 🔥 | Dark: 🖤 | Humor: 😆

@ijuststareatstuffhereok89

Loki's Island Fever [Avengers!Loki x reader] | ongoing 🔥😆

@vbecker10

Talk to Me [Loki x f!reader] Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 is wip | ❤️‍🩹🥰

@lokischambermaid

From The Horny Misadventures of Nomad Steve:

Disciplinary Action [Nomad!Steve Rogers x Agent!reader] 🔥

Positive Reinforcement [Nomad!Steve Rogers x Agent!reader] 🔥😆

@lokisgoodgirl

Distractions [Loki x f!reader] 🔥

Like a Queen [Loki x f!reader] 🔥

Also check out her upcoming series : The Rite

@buckys-wintersoldier

His name, his property [Dark!Steve Kemp x f!reader] 🖤🔥

Glazed (donut) Holes [Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x girlfriend!reader] 🔥

Teasing [Dom Bf!Bucky x Sub gf!reader] 🔥

Little Perv co-written with @lanabuckybarnes [Stepbrother!Bucky Barnes x Stepsister!Reader x BestFriend!Steve Rogers] 🔥

Bucky Offers You a Better Job [CEO!Bucky x Assistant f!reader] 🔥

Domination [SoftDom!Bucky x Sub!reader] 🔥

How Love Works [Ransom Drysdale x reader] 🥰

@foxherder

Loki imagine (based off The Avengers) [Loki x reader] 🥰

@vbecker10

Help you bear it [Loki x f!reader] ❤️‍🩹

You Can't Hurt Me [Loki x f!reader] ❤️‍🩹

What Prank? [Bucky x f!reader] 🥰😆

Running Into Trouble [Loki x f!reader] 🥰

Whatever It Takes [Loki x f!reader] 🥰 slight🔥

The Dress [Loki x f!reader] 🔥

Don't Forget [Loki x Disabled Female reader] 🥰❤️‍🩹

@loki-cees-all

Keeping Score [TVA!Loki x f!reader] 🔥

@sarahscribbles

Vanilla and Honeycomb [Loki x f!reader] 🔥

@bookishtheaterlover7

How Long Could We Be a Sad Song? [Chris Evans x Secret Girlfriend!Reader] 💔

@muddyorbsblr

Curiosities [Loki x f!reader] 🔥

@mischiefmaker615

Feral [Frost Giant!Loki x f!reader] 🖤🔥

@buckets-and-trees

Give Up [Alpha!Bucky x Fem Omega!reader] 🔥

@simplyholl

The Interview [Rockstar!Bucky x f!reader] 🔥

Truly Desperate [Loki x f!reader] 🔥😆

@lulubelle814

The Accident and the Misunderstanding [Tom Hiddleston x Reader] 💔🥰

@sergeantbarnessdoll

You Stayed [Steve Kemp x reader] 🥰

@buckysdarling

If You Wanna Come, Give My Brother Some [Steve x reader x Bucky] 🔥

@mrs-illyrian-baby

No Sacrifice Without Blood [Vampire!Loki x reader] 🖤🔥

@divine-knight-hand

A Show Of Temptation [Loki x f!reader] 🔥

So yeah these were all the amazing stories I read this month, make sure to give these a read ! Also if you have any fic recs please let me know ;)

[the-queen-of-hell-666]

Just Like Him

Kinktober 2024 - Day 23

Pairing: Dark!Steve Kemp x Innocent!Fem!Reader

Kink: Anal Sex

Word Count: 1700+

Summary: You can't help but fall for Steve's charm and maybe, just maybe, he's falling for you too. (Or Steve loves you cause you're just like him)

Warnings: DUB-CON/NON-CON, Dark themes, Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrom, explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected sex, anal sex, anal fingering, vaginal fingering, spit as lube, brief oral sex (f! receiving), allusions to multiple orgasms, messy sex, rough sex, d/s dynamics, biting, marking, obsession, slight degrading, slight breast play, choking kink, doggy style, nicknames (baby, little one, little slut)), sorta!soft!Steve, corrupted!reader

a/n: Here is Day 23! I know I'm a little late posting but my classes have been kicking my ass and I'm so freaking tired! I will do my best to post on time for the rest of this month!

Banners by @vase-of-lilies

You’re not sure how long you had been imprisoned in Steve’s basement. All you know is that two women had come and gone from the cell next to yours. He had killed them and cut them up and sold them to the highest bidder. He hadn’t taken anything from you, though. He’s threatened to cut you up from time to time but he hadn’t tried to. You weren’t sure why he was so nice to you, in his own twisted way but he was nice. He brought you books, blankets, and sweet treats most of the times he came into your cell. While the other women were screaming when he went into their cell, you were giggling at some stupid joke he told you.

It was safe to say that you were, rather reluctantly, falling in love with the psycho. He was gentle when leading you to the bathroom for a shower, he respected your privacy, even if the cuffs stayed on, he gave you little freedoms. He treated you like glass even if he did smack you around if you pissed him off, but you rarely did that anymore. You found it nicer to just listen to him. 

You stared at the same landscape on the wall that was slowly becoming a part of your nightmares, but it was almost peaceful if you forgot where you were. You heard Steve’s heavy footsteps coming down the stairs and up to the cell next to yours and you could hear the sound of the plastic tray hitting the floor before the cell door closed, and he made his way over to your cell. You heard the telltale click of the lock and the door sliding open. 

Steve stepped into your cell with a garment bag and a tray of food, he locked eyes with you and gave you a dark grin. “Good morning, little one.” He hummed before setting the tray next to you, but your eyes stayed on the landscape. “I have a surprise for you.” He whispered and kneeled beside you and set the garment bag on the bed in front of you. 

You pulled your eyes away from the landscape to look him in the eyes, “Hm?” You hummed softly with a soft smile on your face. 

He chuckled at the sleepy look on your face, “I was thinking that me and you could have dinner tonight. I’ll make you something nice.” He smirked and caressed your cheek softly, you leaned into his palm, loving his kind touch. 

“Who will it be?” You asked already knowing that the dinner will have some form of meat that didn’t come from an animal. 

“Don’t know yet, but I can make you something else?” He offered and you smiled wider before shaking your head. 

“No.” You whispered looking down then up again, “I want to try it.”

He smirked wider and wrapped his hand around your throat and pulled you up to kiss your lips hungrily. He pulled away and rested his forehead against yours, “Naughty girl. I knew you were special.” He whispered and pecked your nose. “I’ll see you at dinner.” He smirked before leaving the cell. 

That night, you put on the red bell sleeved dress that he gave you. It cut up to your upper thigh and the sleeves billowed out like bat wings, and you wore small Mary Jane matching heels. Earlier that day, Steve had led you to the bathroom, and let you shower and shave before taking you back down to the cell. He left the cell unlocked but your cuffs were on and you walked up the stairs shakily. You followed the smell of food to find Steve in the kitchen, stirring a pot of sauce.

“Hello, little one.” Steve said with his back to you as you walked up to the counter and sat down on one of the bar stools. He had a charcuterie board set up with dried meats, assorted cheeses, crackers, and fruit. The board was in the shape of a heart, it was cute, a bit cheesy but you found it endearing. Steve walked away from the stove and over to you, he grabbed the chains from the floor and clipped them to the ‘D’ ring of your cuffs, locking them with a padlock. “Don’t want you running away.” He hummed and kissed your lips softly. 

You pulled away and looked up at him with doe eyes, “Don’t wanna run away.” You whispered as your fingers played with his sweater. “Want to stay with you.” 

He gave you a soft smile and caressed your cheek softly, “Good girl.” He whispered and pecked your lips before pulling away, “Eat some of the charcuterie, it’s delicious.” He smirked and grabbed a piece of cheese and meat and popped it into his mouth. 

You grabbed a cracker, a piece of cheese, and a piece of the dried meat. You stacked them on top of the cracker and ate it slowly, the meat melting on your tongue and the flavors exploding in your mouth, “Mm, that’s good.” You hummed and reached for another piece. 

Steve smirked at you as you ate some more of the meat and cheese, “I’m glad you’re enjoying it, little one.” He winked at you as you watched him move around the kitchen. 

After dinner, you and Steve were tipsy on wine and he led you to his bedroom. His lips on yours as he laid you down on the comforter, his strong hands gripping your waist and hips as he crawled on top of you. You moaned into his mouth, letting his tongue invade your mouth and your senses. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. 

His hands were slow as they undid your dress and pulled it from your body, leaving you in your panties. Your nipples peaked as they were exposed to the cool air of the room. He smirked and placed his hands on your breasts, his palms massaging your sensitive nipple. “So pretty like this, little one.” He hummed, plucking your nipples with each hand, pinching and tugging them softly, making soft gasps and moans leave your lips. You looked away as your cheeks flushed a deep pink, making him chuckle. “So shy. Keep your eyes on me, baby.” He whispered as his fingers continued their movements on your puffy nipples. 

You looked at him as he played with your body, how he wanted. You felt your cunt soaking your white panties, leaving a viable wet spot on the gusset of the fabric. You whined as he took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking softly and leaving a teasing bite on the bud. He pulled back and shucked his sweater over his head and tossed it away, revealing his bare chest to your hungry eyes. 

You moved your hands up to caress his taut abs and up to his pecs, “You’re so handsome.” You said softly as your eyes followed his happy trail to the hem of his pants. “Wanna see all of you, Steve.” 

He smirked and leaned down and kissed your lips as he undid his slacks and shimmed out of them leaving him in his boxers. “Sweet girl.” He purred and kissed down your neck softly. You moaned as he sucked and bit on your sensitive neck, biting hard enough to break the skin.

You hissed and pulled away and pressed a hand against your bleeding neck. “S-Steve?” You stuttered looking up at him, and he gave you a bloody smirk. 

“Just wanted a taste of you.” He smirked before kissing your lips again, the metallic taste staining your tastebuds. “Just relax, baby.” He hummed and rolled you over onto your stomach. He pulled your hips up to his face and he yanked your panties off, revealing your soaked core and your tight back hole to him. 

He lapped through your folds, moaning at your taste on his tongue. His hands spreading you further apart for him as he nuzzled deeper in your cunt. He moved up to lap at your tight hole softly, prodding it with the tip of his tongue. 

You were startled and tried to pull away, “W-what are you doing?” You asked in a nervous voice, as his hands kept you against his face. 

“Mm. Just getting you ready.” He hummed lapping at your tight hole, getting it sloppy for him before he pulled his face away and dragged his finger through your wetness, then slowly pushed it into your hole. You gasped at the sensation, never having anything in your back hole. “Sh, sh. I’ll take care of you.” He whispered as his thumb circled your clit steadily as he worked his finger deeper into you. 

He worked three fingers into your hole, making you cum once with the stimulation from his fingers stroking your walls and his thumb rubbing at your clit. You were a whimpering mess by the time he lubed up his cock and was working his thick length into your stretched hole. You cried out at the mix of pleasure and pain coursing through you as his cock manipulated and your walls to fit his cock deep in you. His thumb never let up on your clit, rubbing fast and tight circles on your sensitive bud. 

Your hole squeezed his cock as he started thrusting shallowly in and out of your ass, while he slipped two fingers into your dripping cunt. His free hand gripped your ass cheek, spreading it open so he could watch his cock, slide in and out of your hole. You gripped the pillows in front of you tight, moaning and whining with each thrust, him bullying his cock deeper into you. He spanked your asscheek once, then twice, and over and over until your ass was red and tingling with pain. The pain turned into pleasure as he sped up his thrusts.

His fingers curled up in your cunt, stroking your sweet spot slowly, making your thighs shake uncontrollably. You whined as tears fell from your eyes and down your cheeks, leaving wet tracks on your cheeks. He smirked and used his free hand to wrap around your neck and yank you up. The new position sliding him deeper into your asshole. 

“Mm, this is so much better than eating you. Fuck, you’re perfect for this. My little girl. So innocent.” He groaned as your walls gripped him perfectly. “But you’re not that innocent, you’re just like me.” He smirked and lapped at the bite on your neck as he squeezed your windpipe, cutting off your air flow, making you feel dizzy. “Perfect little slut.” He murmured against your skin. “I’m not letting you go anywhere. You’re mine.”

[lanabuckybarnes]

Brain rot, Brain rot.

18+ Minors DNI

(I do not own any photos used, credits go to the original owners)

A little piece I’ve created about my favourite roles that Seb has played (the ones I’ve watched so far) because Mr Lee Bodecker and Nick have got me in a literal chokehold.

( I know about their red flags but girlies im colourblind).

Just wanted to try something a little different, Warnings are under the cut.

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x reader, Nick Fowler x reader, Steve Kemp x reader, Bucky x reader

Warnings: Spoilers for the movies, mention of Cheating (It’s Lee being unfaithful per usual), Dark Lee, Manipulation, Throat fucking, Size kink, Breeding Kink, Mentions of Pregnancy, Daddy Kink, Overstimulation, Teasing, Cock Warming, Pussy Eating, Mentions of Cannibalism, Biting, Dry Humping, Dark Steve I suppose (Steve being Steve), Voyeurism. DO NOT READ IF THESE TRIGGER YOU, if I’ve missed any warnings please let me know.

Whew Lordy.

Lee bodecker is a filthy man, with 100+ glaring red flags and you still peruse him?! It’s a wonder the townsfolk don’t have you sent to the looney bin. He absolutely loves it when his little mistress (you) wraps herself in his leather coat, just the thought of you wearing it gets him all possessive.

He loves a lady he can manipulate— bend and train to his will. A girl that when he comes stomping into her little cottage she’s there with a steak on the table and her mouth open for him. Not only does a sweet little lady appeal to him because of their naivety but because of just how shy and innocent they really are.

If you in a pretty white frock while he fucks your face is the last thing he sees as he closes his eyes on this world, he’ll die a happy man.

Also size kink demon, loves when his thick hand engulfs your thigh or when you have to go onto your toes to kiss him, loves it when one of his big ole palms can hold your wrists above your head while he pounds away at you. It’s like a ritual now for him to sit his fat length over your pussy just before he plunges in, he loves imagining just how deep he’ll be hitting you when he fucks you.

Talks about getting you pregnant A LOT. You never knew it was a kink till you were talking with some of the older ladies about your ‘mystery man’. When you brought up the fact that he’s constantly moaning about swelling that little belly up, giving you his son, they all confirmed what he was experiencing was a thing most ‘manly men’ felt. They assured you it would be a great honour to have a man’s son but you played with the hem of your dress in guilt and shame, he wasn’t your husband and he thought of you as nothing more than his little side piece to make up for his boring wife.

Please ride this man while wearing his hat, he will not survive.

Nick Fowler, I don’t really know much about him— I mostly watched clips of him on YouTube but I just imagine him with a phat daddy kink. When you whimper daddy for the first time he just about spurts right then and there.

Loves teasing the shit outta you, how many times have you came on his fingers and tongue? You don’t know but you feel fucked out— you don’t think you could handle another, Nick just scoffs.

“Come on baby another for me” he encourages, his sopping fingers circling your sensitive bud and all you can do is lie back and take it.

When he’s had a real bad day all he wants is for you to get those fucking clothes off and sit on his cock, you don’t have to move he just wants to feel your warmth and how you squeeze against him.

Now if you think you were insane to go after someone like Lee you must actually be crazy to let Steve near you, even after finding out his little ploy, how you were nothing more than meat to him— you still let him fuck you. This man knows how to eat, he’s down there for every course, slowly spreading your folds with his fingers and liking a strip up from your hole to your clit before diving straight in. He’ll have you loosing your voice over the way you scream when he drags orgasm after orgasm out of your pretty body

Constantly talks about eating your flesh while he kisses you, occasionally biting down nice and hard leaving teeth marks all over the meaty parts of your body. Even before you found out he was a cannibal he’d be biting and licking on you, he called it sampling the meat before he bought in.

Dress up nice and pretty for him, he loves it. He loves nice light colours and lacy material, the way it makes your skin look all flawless and doesn’t clash with the dark marks he’s given you has him hard in his pants quicker than you could imagine. Another man who loves being fully clothed while you’re practically naked. Has cum in his pants an embarrassing amount of times when you’ve straddled him, grinding your lace covered kitty against his bulge.

Although I write about him all the time I can never fully flesh out one of the fantasy’s I think of him in. This man, although awfully shy about his sex life with others, will and has absolutely ruined you in public places. A restaurant, he’s played with your little clit under the table and fucked you in one of the bathroom stalls, in a car while you, Sam and Steve were going on a road trip. Even once in Tony’s house during a party— Tony had almost caught you two bumping and grinding in his laundry room, the thought of how close you two were to being caught had Bucky biting on your shoulder and coming all up your back quicker than he’d ever done before.

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I have no idea where all these come from but I’m loving it.

[sarahowritesostucky]

Sexuality Profile: Andy

The main thing about Andy is that he likes power and control.

Not in a hardcore BDSM way, mind you. Oh no. He's a true Daddydom.

Mature Content below the break. Consume Responsibly.

He really loves to just have you be his good girl who's always going to listen to him and be sweet and needy for him. His wife is frigid, so he loves having a woman who is always ready and willing. He likes feeling wanted for a change.

So he's definitely the most "Daddy" of all your five guys, and he knows it because you tell him all the time. You call him Daddy waaay more than you do Ari, Lloyd, Kemp, or Bucky.

When you're with him, he's in complete control - and that's how you like it! He takes over so you don't have to worry about anything. Gone is the usually calculating, business savvy sex worker. In her place? A vulnerable, sweet girl.

You wouldn't characterize it as "age play," what you two do. It's more so just focused on a power imbalance dynamic: He's the smart, in charge, capable one; and you're the innocent, helpless, dumb(ish) one. It's a persona you fall into for him, and yet it doesn't feel like 'acting' at all. You love the escape of getting to be a sweet dumb thing for him.

Andy and Kemp are the only ones of your five who are married (Ari's divorced). Now, Kemp is just completely disengaged from his wife, but you don't get the sense that he minds her.

Andy minds Laurie. He is very unhappily married and would prefer to be divorced, but the stakes are too high (finances, custody of his son). There is ... something else, though.

You don't know what, but there is something dark in his past that Laurie knows about and holds over him. Andy once did something to protect his son Jacob, and you have your suspicions, but he shuts down whenever you ask (so you don't ask).

Whatever is is, you know he's stuck living in a house with a woman he hates.

So for Andy in particular, you really do serve as an escape. You're everything his wife Laurie isn't: submissive, kind, caring, young and sweet, accommodating, and sensual.

He's been diminished and emasculated by his wife for so long, you're like a breath of fresh air to him. You're a place he can come to relax, indulge ...

... and even vent. Out of all your daddies, Andy is the most into spanking.

And for him it's not just a spur of the moment kind of thing. Sure, he'll give you a playful swat during sex, but he also has rules and discipline set in place for you and will calmly punish you with spankings when you fall short.

One of your favorite places to be is over his lap on the bed, his steady voice asking if you're comfortable "before we get started," his hands caressing lightly all over your bum before that first, dedicated smack comes down.

Andy knows how to spank, and his big, masculine hands can pack a wallop. He'll usually let you grind, or situate a vibrating toy under you while he spanks. It's only if you've really done bad that he'll spank you without any stimulation at all.

Now, you like smacks during sex just fine, but you never imagined that you could get so wet from grinding your clit against your daddy's thigh while he punishes you.

You've discovered a lot of things about yourself, thanks to your five daddies, and with Andy the biggest realization you've come to is that you crave having a big, strong, kind and bossy man in control of you. In fact you thrive on it. After so many years of hustling and being "that boss bitch," you're tired of the grind and of having to constantly look out for yourself because no one else will. Andy is a relief to you, in that way.

You call him Daddy a lot, and sometimes "Mr. Barber," when you're being saucy or playful (and it's an instant boner from him when you do).

Andy's favored pet names for you are "babygirl," "sweetheart," and "little one/little miss."

He thrives on making you feel safe and cared for. He loves that protector and provider role. Whenever something upsets you with one of the other guys, he can always tell (and he'll spank, tickle, or edge you until he finally gets the answers out of you.)

Andy and you have a game you play. You'll snuggle together on the couch and you'll both let your hands roam as you watch the movie, teasing and touching and rubbing each other until the end credits roll. It's it's own weird little sort of tantra: playful, teasing, and guaranteed to have you dripping wet by the end of the movie.

Like Ari, Andy is a big fan of morning sex. He almost always wakes up hard, and he loves to just roll you over and press you down into the bedding, plastered to your back with the lube bottle in hand and coaxing you to just close your eyes and "Let Daddy put it in."

Of all your guys, Andy spends the most time at your apartment. He has a desk there because he works so much, and you have a semi-regular routine of sitting beneath his desk and cockwarming/playing with him. It's a favorite activity of yours (especially during his teleconferences).

Andy loves your womanly body, and he's always grabbing and groping you--even parts that you get squirmy and whiny about when he does (he doesn't care he does it anyway).

He loves to see you in lacy, girlish, innocent things--again, not so much an ageplay thing as it is a sweetness and power imbalance thing. Andy's wife refuses to dress up in "silly things" for him, but you are more than happy to accommodate him.

Since the two of you spend so much time just being snuggly together in the apartment, you always either wear cute and tempting loungewear/pajamas, or else very short skirts/dresses with flirtatious thigh high stockings.

Andy was the first of the Daddies that you met. And he's very typical of the sort of "unhappily married and seeking affection"-type clients you used to get a lot of.

He was much more unhappy then and was more controlling and slightly rougher with you for those first few months, but he's mellowed out the longer he's had you and gotten his needs met.

Fun fact: when you first met him, you were considering getting a labiaplasty, but he absolutely put his foot down and forbid it, because he loves that you're "an outie" as he calls it. He told Ari this information, and now the two of them both make a habit of paying extensive attention to playing with your lips when they go down on you, making their point that you'd better never even think about it.

He likes having anal with you. But since you actively dislike it, he only asks for it on very special occasions, and when he can't have that he still likes to rim you and finger you as part of foreplay. When you do let him, he spends an obscene amount of time getting you ready and making sure you've cum at least once before he puts it in.

His favorite position is you on top to start (because he knows you cum fast that way), and him on top to finish.

And his one fantasy that he hasn't yet confided/fulfilled? He wants to have a threesome with you and Ari. (He'd really love to DP, but he knows that's not likely to happen, because you've told him about Ari's ... size.)

And a secondary fantasy: he wouldn't mind cucking Lloyd - he hates that guy.

If there's something you want to know about Sugar Baby and any of the five daddies, feel free to shoot me an ask!

Five Daddies Imagines Masterlist

Masterlist

[shykpop]

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[winnie-zero]

love, steve

(au) love quinn × steve kemp

tw: explicit scenes

song: killing me softly by fugees

haunted by beyoncé (ty beyoncé)

film/show: you + fresh

software: capcut

disclaimer: i do not own the song (but i did remix it on my own) or any of the clips used. this is an original edit.

[ellethespaceunicorn-masterlist]

Sebastian Stan Masterlist

Here you will find all of my Sebastian Stan works, arranged by character and type of work.

One-Shots

Something Old, Something New - Explicit - Nick Fowler x Reader - Your childhood best friend invites you to your old vacation spot for her wedding, and you have been catching up with your first crush: her recently divorced big brother Nick.

Events

Up A Creek | Lee Bodecker + Male Reader + Impact Play + “I told you, you would eventually start begging.” + Smut (Sweet Treats Events 2024)

Series

Bright Like The Moon (ongoing) - Justin is a minor character.

Events

COMING SOON

Events

COMING SOON

Bucky Barnes (Marvel)

Charles Blackwood (We Have Always Lived in the Castle)

Steve Kemp (Fresh)

Max (Sharper)

Nick Fowler (The 355)

Lee Bodecker (The Devill All The Time)

Chris (Destroyer)

Justin Capshaw (Law & Order)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR SEBASTIAN

FULL MASTERLIST IS HERE.

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒖𝒏𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅

this is the more extended version of my unwanted drabble, thank you to @jessybarnes for some of the ideas. I hope you all enjoy.

summary - steve tricked you before kidnapping you, leaving you locked away in the basement as you begin to mess with his mind.

warning - angst, mentions of killing, mentions of sadness, mentions of being trapped.

the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

“What? You want me to meow or something?” 

Steve sat there shocked, staring at you with wonder. It’s as if you had no care and weren’t freaking out like others. He stares into your eyes, seeing nothing there, and his head tilts as he looks at you. “No..?” He looks confused, wondering. “How do you feel?” 

“I don’t.” You state, turning your head back to the wall and staring at it. You miss how his eyebrows shoot up. “So… When are you going to kill me?” You pick at your nails, continuing to feel stupid for thinking someone like him would actually want you. You turn your head when you don’t hear a response and tilt your head as he stares at you, confused. “That’s why you tricked me, right? To kill me, you didn’t exactly pretend to like me, drug me, and tie me up in your basement because you’re madly in love with me, and that’s the only way you thought you could get me.” 

“You’re not afraid? Why aren’t you screaming, crying or swearing at me?” He’s so confused, getting closer to you, kneeling before you as he looks into your eyes. “Why is there nothing? You’re so empty.” 

You blink, staring at him blankly. “If you don’t mind, ‘Steve’. I would like not to talk and for you to just get to the point.” You move away from him, crawling up the bed and lying on your back as you stare at the ceiling. “I’ll be here… Waiting patiently for my death. Not like I have anywhere to go.” 

You let out a sigh when he left the room, one side of your mind begging for him to stay and the other staying quiet. You couldn’t let yourself fall for his stupid face again, and you didn’t want to beg someone to love you. You wanted that to come naturally. But you don’t think that will ever happen because… You were you, and people didn’t like what they saw.

Steve was curious, and you were like a puzzle to him. He had never met anyone so void of emotion and missed the woman he met. You seemed so happy and carefree, sure. He did notice that you were more closed off and didn’t seem to let him so close. He wanted to change that. He needed some sort of reaction, some sort of emotion. How can you be so calm during all this? Steve left you alone for a while, barely acknowledging the other women locked up, barely acknowledging his wife and kids, or the women he promised dates to. You were occupying his mind, and it was driving him crazy. He had destroyed most of the upstairs, trying anything to get you out of his head. He couldn’t take it. The look in your eyes, your words, it was all getting to him.

Steve remembered your dates and how you told him about the books you used to write. He recalled that you said it was the only thing that made you genuinely feel something, and an idea sparked. Steve gathered a notebook, some pens, and some food and water before making his way down to the basement. He knocks on the door before sliding it open and smiling at you. “I brought you something that I think you’ll enjoy.” You continue to stare at the wall, your eyes tired. Steve sighs, softly walking over and placing the items before you. “I’m trusting you with these pens, but if you do something—”

“You’ll what? Kill me?” You scoff, eyes slowly moving to connect with his. “That was already your plan, and this would make the killing go faster.” You roll your eyes, barely looking at the things he placed before you. “Did you need anything else? Because I’d rather you just hurry this along.” Your head turns again, ignoring him because what was the point of giving him any more attention? 

“Why are you behaving like this? I bought you some of the things I remember you talked about. You should at least feel happy?” Your head falls back as you let out a laugh, startling Steve, who stares at you as if you’ve grown three heads. “What? What’s so funny?!” Why wouldn’t you just submit?! Why were you so different from the others?! It bewildered Steve how you could sit so emotionless and then laugh as if he had said something funny.

“You. Do you think giving me a notebook and pens would suddenly make me happy? Did you not stop to think that you are the problem? I have already come to terms with the fact that no one will ever love me, that you only pretended so you could kidnap me and kill me. So why aren’t you killing me?! Why are you taking your sweet time?!” You snap, struggling against the chains as you stand and move toward Steve, punching his chest. “Kill me! Kill me, goddammit!” You scream, your eyes are still emotionless, yet your words hold so much power.

Steve holds your wrists, stopping you from hitting him. He stares down at you, wondering why his heart clenches like this. “No.” He moves away, needing to get out of this room and get away from you as you make his head fuzzy. He watches as you stare at him in disbelief.

“So, what… I’m not good enough to love and not good enough to kill either?” You sink back onto the bed, your eyes staring at the wall as you realise you will never be good enough for anything or anyone. Steve quickly leaves the room, going through the house, destroying more things on the way. How could you get into his head like this? No one else had done it, so why were you so different?

You sat there, staring at the untouched notebook before slowly reaching for it, and as you grabbed the pen, the words began to flow out of you and onto the page. Everything you felt deep inside was coming out through stories. Not feeling in the mood to eat or drink, you spend most of the day and night writing. As many more days pass, Steve comes in and out with more gifts and food. You continued to ignore him, not knowing how to react, waiting for him to decide when it was your time to die finally. But the day never came. You think a month had passed, but you weren’t so sure. Steve walked into your room, undoing the chains and holding out his hand. “C’mon. I’ve prepared us some dinner.” You stare at him warily before slowly standing and following him. He leads you to the kitchen and pulls out the chair for you. 

“Why am I out here?” You sit, tapping the table, watching him place the food onto the plates, not daring to touch it as Steve sits across from you. 

“I’ve come to realise something, and at first, it scared me. You’re different from the rest.” You scoff, rolling your eyes. “I’m serious. Do you know how confusing this is for me? You’ve taken over my mind, and I can’t focus on anything else.” 

“Oh, I’m so sorry that I’ve stopped you from tricking other women into believing you love them.” Your eyes roll again, leaning back into the chair. “Do you need a tissue?” You pick up the napkin beside your plate, offering it out to him.

Steve stares at you blankly, his eye twitching as he’s stuck between wanting to strangle you and make love to you. “No, I do not need a tissue. I’m trying to tell you that I feel something for you.” He’s startled again as you laugh.

“You feel something for me?” You feel tears prick your eyes as you continue to laugh. “Oh, god. That’s probably the funniest thing I’ve heard. I think you are delusional.” You shake your head, and your laughter slowly dies down. Your eyes connect with him, and you stare. “You’ve already got me here. You don’t need to keep lying to make yourself feel better.” You continue to tap on the table. “So… When am I going to die?” 

“You aren’t. I’m keeping you alive.”

“Oh, great. Fantastic. Sounds so fun to be alive and kept locked away in a basement for the rest of my life. Good plan.” You give a little clap and throw him a fake smile. But deep down, your stomach twisted, and your heart dropped. This was worse than waiting to die. Now you would be locked away, unloved, and eventually wither away. Your expression on the outside stayed void of any emotion. 

“No, you will stay up here. With me.” 

You wished you had never even gone to that stupid market. You wished you had never believed Steve’s stupid words or smile. How could you be so stupid to believe someone would ever choose you?

You were unwanted.

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[funkybarnes]

if bad guy why hot??

[onceuponastory]

gut feeling - steve kemp

I'm starvin', darlin' Let me put my lips to something Let me wrap my teeth around the world. Start carvin’, darlin’ I wanna smell the dinner cooking Wanna feel the edges start to burn. - eat your young by hozier

Plot: After a young woman goes missing, Detective Y/N interviews one of the last people to see her alive...Plastic Surgeon Steve Kemp. Warnings: Steve being a creep (he’s a warning) who taunts, lightly threatens and tries to manipulate the reader. Mentions of someone going missing... as well as what Steve does to people in Fresh. There’s no direct references to cannibalism, but we know he is one, so I tried to weave it in a little. Please use your own discretion. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know! A/N: So. I’ve had Hozier’s new song Eat Your Young on repeat, and it gave me Steve Kemp vibes, so here’s something I wrote for him.

Not beta’d, so any mistakes are my own.

“Take a seat there please, Doctor Kemp.” Y/N gestures to the chair opposite her. “Can I get you some water or anything?”

“Please, call me Steve, Detective.” The man smiles, doing as she asks. “And no, thank you. I’ll be alright.” Despite the smile, charm and dizzying good looks, which she knows have already made most of the women in the station go crazy… it has little effect on Y/N. A local woman has gone missing, and since one of her last known locations was doctor Kemp’s office, they’ve brought him in for routine questioning. But from the first moment he stepped in the door, the hair on the back of Y/N’s neck pricked up. Even now, something deep in her gut is telling her that something is wrong with him, and that he may know more than he’s letting on. After being in this job for so long, she knows when to trust her gut. “Now, how can I help?”

“We’re hunting for a missing person, Doctor.” Steve’s smile falters a little at her refusal to call him by her name, or to act like they’re friends. She knows people like him, people who pretend to be charming and hide behind a smile like to pretend they’re in control, and have everyone wrapped around their finger. The last thing they want is to lose that control.

“Ah yes, that student, right?” He interrupts her. “Such a shame, isn’t it?” 

“Yes.” She nods. “She came to you for a consultation a few days before she went missing, correct?” She passes over a photo of the girl. The doctor peers down at the picture, studying it intently.

“Yes, I remember her.” A small flicker of a smile crosses his lips, one that sets her alarm bells off even more. “She needed…quite a lot of work done, to be honest. At least three, four surgeries?” The way he speaks about this woman and her body like she’s some piece of meat makes Y/N’s stomach churn. Creep. “I was prepared to do it though, and she was committed to having it done. Sorry Detective, but I can’t help.” He even leans back in his chair, as if that’s it all over, and he’s free to go.

“I wouldn’t say that. Did she mention anything about wanting to run away? Or someone she’d met, perhaps a new boyfriend she was doing this for?”

“What, do you think she’ll spill her problems out to her doctor?” He chuckles. Y/N doesn’t laugh.

“It’s just a question, Doctor. Maybe you asked her why she was undergoing the surgery during your consultation. After all, you were one of the last people to see her before she disappeared.” 

“I know.” He snaps, with a huff. For a moment, it’s as if his mask slips. The charming, smiling doctor is gone, and the true man beneath is revealed. And it startles Y/N a little. Yet, in the blink of an eye, he’s back to the same way he was before - charming, and like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. “No, she didn’t tell me anything. I just made an appointment for her in a few weeks’ time, and sent her on her way. That’s all.” 

“Are you sure there’s nothing else? Maybe a comment that sounded weird, or something else she mentioned?” He raises a brow, studying her.

“Why, Detective? Are you accusing me of lying to you?” Although he’s calm, Y/N knows exactly what he’s doing - he’s testing the water to see what they have on him, if she’s all bark but no bite. And regrettably, Y/N doesn’t have anything else connecting him to the woman. All she has is a gut feeling telling her not to trust Doctor Kemp. Although it’s never let her down before, she can’t solve a case based on that alone.

“Not at all, Doctor. Just trying to solve this case and bring her home. You’d be surprised how much information people brush aside at first, not knowing how important it actually is.” She states. He nods, yet continues to study her curiously. His gaze fixed on her makes Y/N feel even more uneasy. She wonders what he’s thinking. If only she knew.

“You know, it’s admirable how committed you are to helping people.” He speaks finally. Y/N shrugs.

“I could say the same about you, Doctor.” Strangely, her words seem to make him laugh, and she frowns.

“That’s not why I’m a doctor.” When she raises a brow, he continues. “I’m just so fascinated by it all. The human body is a very powerful thing, Detective…and I like making sure it’s in top form. It’s incredibly important to me that people reach their full potential.” He smirks at her again then, like he’s noticed her unease around him, and how she doesn’t trust him… but if he has done something, he knows she can’t do anything to pin this to him. Y/N registers her heart beating ever so slightly faster. Whether or not he had something to do with her disappearance aside, he’s pretty fucking creepy. “Now…are we quite finished? I do have patients to see.”

“Well, we might need to make further enquiries. Let me give you my card, and you can call me if you remember anything else, or if she gets in contact.” As she roots around for it, he speaks once more.

“I would just hate for any problems to be caused. After all, I am an established doctor, and on the medical board.” He points out. Immediately, she registers the smug, condescending tone in his voice. One which warns her that he can ruin her entire life with one phone call if she goes any further with trying to pin this on him.

“I know.” She snaps, harsher than she meant. Despite how uneasy she feels around him, his threats don't scare her. 

“I’m glad to see we understand each other then.” He smirks. Prick. As she shows him out, he turns back to her. “Goodbye, Detective.” He smirks. “Good luck with solving your case.” She murmurs goodbye. As he disappears, her coworker walks up to her.

“So…?” She asks. Y/N’s jaw clenches. 

“I think he’s guilty as hell.”

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[sashaasreads]

Hi everyone! I'm Sasha (she/her), and you can find me tiktok with the username sashaasreads. I'm currently writing my first book on Wattpad! If you'd like to make a request, feel free to do so here on Tumblr. Just a heads up, I do have limits and boundaries, so I may not take on every request. I am looking forward to sharing my work with you all! Also MDNI

[abbatoirablaze]

Welcome To The Dollhouse, How Bucky Lost An Arm

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: slight angst, manipulation, being drugged/mentions of being drugged, mention of loss of a limb/amputation.

Bucky smirked as he watched a certain cannibalistic doctor over the moon while walking out of the dollhouse. 

“You sure you have to go so soon?” she asked sweetly as her hands clung to his now wrinkled dress shirt.

“I got a job to do, sweet little goddess…two actually,” he frowned, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to her lips, “and I’ve already been here three days…I have to get back to the real world.  But I promise I’ll be back for you.  I’ll be back just as soon as I can.”

“Oh, you better,” she giggled sweetly.  Bucky watched as she got on her tip toes.  Releasing Kemp’s shirt, she slid her arms up and around his neck.  He leaned down to her once more, and their lips met.  The kiss was anything but innocent, and Bucky smirked, watching the interaction.  He’d had his eyes on Kemp’s little goddess for a few weeks, since she was coming of age, but before just a few moments ago she always appeared innocent.  This new attitude had him curious to see just how kinky the fresh eighteen year old was. 

His watched as Kemp’s hands slid around her waist one more time, and snaked down to her ass, cupping it.  She broke away from the kiss with a gasp, her hands sliding back down his chest as she playfully hit him, “Brendan!”

“Can you blame me?” he asked sweetly, quickly leaving little kisses all over her face.  He growled, “god, I’m addicted to you, honey!  You’re my little goddess.”

“Well, I’m addicted to you too!”

“I’ll be back soon!” He promised once again as he released her. 

“Okay…”

The couple split apart, and Kemp’s sweet smile turned stoic as he saw Barnes standing at the corner of the hall, his arms crossed over his chest with his own vested interest in the interaction.  He gave him a simple nod before swatting at his little goddess’ ass, telling her to get back in her room.  He waited until the door closed behind her before starting forward.

“Barnes…” Kemp called swiftly as he started towards one of the proprietors.

“She’s to your liking, I see.”

“She is!” he proclaimed firmly, “I’ll have payment sent to you EOD…I’m going to move forward in being her sponsor.”

“Good!” Bucky answered with a nod, before heading back into the room where his doll was giggling, begging for him to come back.  He turned away, his own thoughts now clouded by the little minx that just gained a sponsor.

He’d dropped off the first six months in payments for his little goddess, all in cash.  Which meant that the freshly turned eighteen-year-old was a kept woman. 

But Bucky was insatiable.  His thoughts began to get clouded with her in each passing hour. 

Even if she was sponsored, he’d made it up in his mind that he had to have at least one taste.

“Hey sweetheart, c’mere for a second.”

Bucky frowned, seeing the sheriff gesturing to the woman who was about to go up the stairs.  Kemp’s little goddess had watched from one of the windows until his car was out of sight.  Bucky had only come downstairs once he heard her pass by the room and stalk after her sponsor.  He knew that there was no real damage in her following after him, but those extra few minutes were enough for some of the men to get a good look at her. 

She hesitantly took her foot off the stairs but left her hand on the banister.  Instead of turning to Bodecker, she looked at Bucky who stood at the top of the stairs, clad in only a pair of sweatpants. 

“Girl, I’m callin’ for ya!” Bodecker called, “don’t go ignorin’ me now.  I know you ain’t deaf!”  

Bucky took it upon himself, seeing the slightest bit of fear in her eyes, to walk down the steps and  over to her, and sweep an arm around her waist, “you doing alright, doll?  No one giving you trouble, are they?”

She gave a timid nod, not really looking him in the eyes, “y-yes sir.  I-I mean, no sir.  No one is giving me trouble.  I-”

Bucky chuckled, effectively cutting off the stuttering woman.  Then turned his attention to the sheriff, “What you looking at, Bodecker?  She’s a kept woman!”

“Damn it,” he grunted, before shifting his seat back towards the stage where girls were dancing, “fucking cock teases.  Lock up the taken ones then, Barnes.”

“Ignore him!” Bucky advised, leading her up the steps as he turned without much discussion, “Lee Bodecker’s a piece of work you don’t want to invest any time in.”

“Oh-okay…I mean, I just…I’m with Brendan…so-“

“Listen, doll, Steve Kemp may be your sponsor, but if you wanted to get some extra face time with other guys, it is allowed…and they can provide you with…other things to fill up your time.  Just because you got one sponsor doesn’t mean you have to have just one sponsor.  Hell, we have a few girls who are sponsored, but still spend their time with other men.”  

She frowned at the statement, stopping in the middle of the hall, “What are you saying, Seargent Barnes?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Bucky shrugged, his statement going over the young woman’s head, “If you’re not interested, then you’re not interested…anyways, Kemp’s gone…so I should let you know that we have to do another physical on you, as well as a blood test for any Dnd.”

“D and d?”

“Drugs and diseases,” Bucky said solemnly with a shake of his head, “I’m sure your sister has told you about the tests?  Hasn’t she?  They are standard, you know.  Especially now that you’re sexually active!”

“Y-yeah…for the first six months that Lloyd was her sponsor she got tested every time he came by,” she acknowledged with a brief nod of her head, “And now she gets tested every few months whether he’s been there or not.”

“It’s standard,” Bucky nodded, reaffirming what she’d been told as he began leading her back down the hall towards the medical wing, “We try to make sure that all of you girls are healthy, and not exposed to anything.  If anyone does get exposed to something, we take care of it, of course.  But we want to avoid things like that at all costs, so we’re cautious.”

“Right…”

“So, we’ll get set up and I can conduct the physical and do the blood draw, if that’s something that you’re okay with.” He offered, “if not, we can always call the doc down, but it’d be a few days before you’d be able to see Kemp again…if you wanted to wait.”

“I-I don’t mind if you do it,” she shrugged, “especially if it means I’d get to see Brendan sooner if he came back quickly.”

“Alright, so let me get set up then…is that okay?”

“O-of course…

He smiled and led her into the room, “Alright…I’ll go grab the supplies…I’m going to have you undress and lay down on the exam table, okay?  I’ll be right back.”

She nodded, not thinking too much of it, and she started to undress.  When she was finished, she laid down on the exam table.  Bucky came back into the room, pushing a small tray.  She sat up quickly, “What is that?”

“Well, this is for the blood tests,” he said gesturing to the syringes and tubes to collect blood in, “and this is for the exam.  I want you to let me know if anything feels uncomfortable, okay?  And if you have any questions during it, don’t be afraid to ask…alright?”

“O-Okay…”

“First thing’s first…we’re going to do the physical exam,” he announced.  She watched as he put a pair of gloves on and walked over to her, “I’ll take some measurements, check for general health, and then do a pelvic exam.”

“H-how do you know how to do this stuff?” she giggled as he explained what he was going to do, “I-I thought you were a superhero, not a doctor…”

“Steve and I know what to look for, doll,” he smiled, his hand falling to her naked thigh, “after we started taking girls in, we trained a bit with a few of our doctors within The Avengers for women’s health.  Helping you girls long term is the best thing we can do.”

“Th-that’s really sweet of you, Seargent Barnes…”

“Call me Bucky, doll,” he smiled sweetly.  His hand slid down her thigh and grazed over her mound, patting it gently, “you know what…I think we should start with the pelvic exam…did you and Kemp have sex?  Or are you still a virgin?”

She jumped as his fingers stayed on her mound, “B-Bucky…I-I don’t feel comf-“

“You’ll have to learn to get comfortable when you’re talking about things of a sexual nature, doll…” Bucky chuckled, “so open up a little, yeah?  Be a good girl and relax for me…”

She nodded, “Y-yeah…yeah…you’re right…I’m sorry.  I just-this is my first-“

“Hey, it’s okay,” he answered in a calm tone, “just take some time and relax.  You are new to this.  If anything, I should be apologizing to you…this can be…very confusing…”

She whimpered, feeling his hand slip between her thighs, “B-Bucky…”

“You must be sore…if he fucked you for nearly four days…” Bucky said in a slow tone, “you know…there are ways to make you feel better if you’re…sore…”

“O-Oh…”

“Let me help you, doll…” Bucky smiled, “Lean back and spread your pretty little legs for me, okay?  I can make you feel amazing…”

“Bucky…I don’t think…”

“Relax, angel…”

Bucky’s neck cracked uncomfortably as he tried to move. 

His back hurt. 

His head hurt. 

And everything felt fuzzy. 

He tried blinking a few times, but the world still seemed foggy around him.  Until a giant light came flashing in front of him.  He went to lift his hands in front of his face, but his vision was restricted, “what the hell?”

“Barnes!”

His name cut through the air like a knife. 

His eyes snapped towards the direction of the voice, and he squinted, seeing a frame in the doorway. 

“Wh-who are you?” he growled, angry over being in such a compromised position, “What the hell do you want with me?”

“You touched my girl…”

Bucky frowned, “W-What the hell are you talking about?”

The man strode forward, and his frame cut down on the amount of light being shined in his eyes until he realized that the man coming into the room was one of the members at the dollhouse.

“Kemp?”

His jaw clenched, “you touched her, Barnes…you touched my sweet, innocent little goddess!”

“I-“

“Did you think that she wouldn’t tell me about it?” he growled, rage searing through him as he gripped the super soldier’s chin, “did you think that she wouldn’t tell me about how you tasted her?  About how you ‘helped her relax?’  She is mine.  We made that agreement.  I’M HER SPONSOR!  How is it that now you want to renegotiate that?  I wanted exclusive rights to her.  I paid for that!”

“You’re her sponsor, Kemp,” Bucky said firmly, “she can still mess around with other guys if she wants to.  You paying for her room doesn’t mean that she belongs solely to you!”

“THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT IT MEANS!” he spat angrily, “AND THAT’S WHAT SHE WANTS TOO!”

“Then buy her out or tell her to stay in her room when the guys come around!”

“I tell you what I’m going to do,” he hissed, grabbing at the super soldier’s jaw, “I’m going to send you back with a little reminder that what is mine, can only be touched by me…”

“You’re not going to do a damn thing,” Bucky growled, glaring at the man, “now let me out of here or so help me god when I’m out of this I’ll fuck that little tart right in front of you, then rip out your spine!”  

He didn’t move to free him from his straps.

“GOD DAMN IT, KEMP!  I SAID LET ME OUT!”

“I will…once I take what I deserve!”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“The arm you touched her with,” he growled as he came near the super soldier once more, “I’m taking it as payment.”

“The fuck you will!” Bucky spat, trying to get up, “DAMN IT KEMP!”

“It takes a lot of paralytics to keep you down, Seargent Barnes…I’ll give you that…” Kemp scoffed.  He went over to the IV drip and tapped the bag before getting another syringe ready, “But I’ve come prepared.”

“PUT THAT SHIT DOWN, KEMP!” Bucky growled. 

Kemp shook his head, “you know what…I don’t think I will…”

He finished loading up the syringe and made his move, sliding back over to the IV, “You’re going to feel a pinch…but if I’m being honest, you deserve more than that…my sweet little goddess didn’t deserve what you did to her.  She trusted you and you tricked her.  You used her!”

Bucky frowned as he watched the cannibalistic doctor pumping him full of meds, “Y-you don’t have to do this, Kemp.  Sh-she’s off limits.  I get that now…no one will touch her but you.  Just stop what you’re doing.”

“You don’t get it yet…but you will,” Kemp said sympathetically, “she’s staying at the dollhouse until her sister leaves…she won’t leave unless she’s gone…but then…I’m going to take her…but we’ll have this discussion when you wake up…and if we’re still not in agreement I’ll take the next thing that touched her.  Your tongue.  And if you still don’t agree I’ll just start taking random parts until there’s nothing left…or until you see it my way!”

“Ke-Kem, Kemp.  Wait…”

“No Barnes…I’m done waiting for people like you to tell me what to do with what is mine,” He growled as Bucky’s world started to darken.  He noticed Kemp picking up a bone saw and checking it, “it’s time for guys like you to start listening.”

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