#Steve kemp oneshot

[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?”

thank you for reading!

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[wh0reforoldmen]

Fettered Attachments

Pairing: Softdark! Steve kemp X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cannibalism, illusions of imprisonment/forced captivity, manipulation, lil angst, fluff? Steve Kemp (We all know he’s a warning)

Word count:1.64k

Summary: Being Steve’s captive is one thing- but falling for him is another.

You sat against the wall, staring at the painting on the wall in a deep trance. It was a beautiful painting; the colours all blended together delicately, the pinks and blues in a perfect gradient. You wonder where Steve got this from. You shuffled on your mattress while the chains keeping you bound to the floor clinked together and snapped out of your head due to the sudden noise. You looked out the door and sighed, seeing no sign of Steve. 

You didn’t believe yourself when you said that you missed him. You're going to die from the loneliness and boredom you're experiencing. Penny doesn't talk to you, and the other girls have gone to their own worlds, somewhere less tortuous than this hell hole. You must miss your social interactions with him because he is the only person you talk to in this hell and the only person who... cares about you. 

Penny stated that she doesn't care about you. The others don’t care. Steve said multiple times that no one cares about you as much as he does... Maybe that’s true; maybe he's the only person in the world who cares about you. 

You stare at the door like a lost puppy waiting for its owner to come back home; you want to be held by him, his touch is always so soft; he treats you like a piece of china, if he moves you too roughly, you’ll break. No one has ever treated you like that before, and you yearn for it; you need it. 

You couldn't express how happy you were to see his handsome face; you adored his eyes, they were your favourite feature of him. They were a beautiful steel blue with such softness towards you, the way they would light up every time he saw you; his smile was what stole your heart; it was so sweet and cute; he didn't have chubby cheeks, but you just wanted to squish his face.

“Hey, bunny. I'm going to check on the others, and I'll get back to you, okay?" He said with a smile. He walked out of your sight, and you waited patiently. You missed the sinister look in his smile as he noticed how much joy was in your eyes when you saw him.  

It didn’t take long for him to come back and open the door and walk in, you could’ve tackled him into a hug if it wasn't for these chains. He walked over, and you shuffled out of the way, letting him lead on the wall while you straddled his lap and rested your head on his shoulder. You buried your head in the crook of his neck, taking in his cologne. Spicy wood and a bit of cinnamon—it suits him, and you like it. 

His arms wrapped around your waist while a hand was placed on the small of your back. “Missed you, bunny,” he said, breaking the silence. He truly did, and it was unusual for him; none of his victims had ever made him feel this way before; he couldn't be away from you for long or he'd go insane! Your sweet smile and the way your eyes light up when you see him make his heart flutter. So he’s made an oath to himself: he will never let you go, he will never hurt you, and he won’t do anything to make you scared of him. He’ll treat you like no one has ever treated you before.

“Missed you too, Stevie... Where’d you go? You were gone for days!” you ask, sitting up and looking at him. You were worried sick about him, you had no idea where he had gone (which you never do, but this time was different), you were bored out of your mind, and you were hungry. 

“I had to do something with old friends of mine, nothing for your cute little head to worry about.” He dismissed. 

"Are you hungry?" he asked as he turned to face you. “I can cook something for you,”

With no hesitation and no thought of how wrong this is, you nodded with a smile and asked, “Can I come with you too?” You pause for a moment before asking. You want to see him cook; it must be fun since you always hear 80s pop songs blasting from the kitchen. 

He chuckled at how eager you were to come with him, but this is going a bit too quickly, he doesn't want to scare you away. "Sorry, bunny, but you have to stay down here. But I promise, I will let you watch next time, and maybe we can cook together," he suggested. 

You have to admit that you were a little disappointed, but next time could be ages away. You didn’t want to argue, so you nodded, “Alright.” You had a slight disappointment in your voice before you got off his lap and sat back on the mattress. Steve chuckled and planted a kiss on your forehead before he got up and walked back upstairs. 

You don’t know how long it’s been, but it’s been a long time since Steve went upstairs, and you were getting more and more impatient as the time went by, your stomach growling with need more regularly. You grumbled to yourself, telling Steve to hurry up. 

Soon enough, he came back with a plastic tray with a meal, a side, and a glass of water. "Sorry, bunny, it took so long,” Steve said apologetically as he walked into the room and placed the tray in front of you “Was doing some other things while cooking,”

You smiled as you looked down at the food; it smelled amazing, and you know one thing about his food: it was all homemade, nothing is from a tin or anything, it was all from scratch. You had to guess two pork ribs, which looked amazing with the bbq sauce drizzled all over them, and the side of the plate, which had some potatoes and some vegetables. You picked up the knife and fork and gladly dug in, Steve watching you with intense eyes as you cut up the ribs and placed the meat into your mouth, watching your mouth move while you chewed. 

Your eyes went wide with how much flavour there was; you’ve had his food plenty of times, but you always seem to forget that he is an excellent chef with how seasoned it is. Not just salt and pepper, there's more you've probably never heard of.

Steve saw the look in your eye and smiled to himself. “Like it? It's a new recipe, wanted to try it,” he asked, leaning back against the wall. 

You looked up at him and nodded with a smile before digging back in. You didn’t let any go to waste; you just ate and ate till there was nothing left on the plate but the bones of the ribs. 

 Steve watched your every move, he was shocked, to say the least, that you didn’t realise that those weren't pork bones, but he wasn't going to spoil your meal. 

“Thank you, Steve,” you say, looking up at him with a smile. 

He shook his head, moved the tray to one side, and shuffled over to you, placing you in his lap again, your back against his chest, sitting between his legs. You both sat there in silence for a while before you decided to break it. “Steve, remember when you said that you were the only person who actually cared for me?” You inquire, looking up at him with interest. 

“Yeah, what about it, bunny?” He replied, looking down at you, perplexed. What were you getting at?

“Did you really mean it? My friends are looking for me, aren't they?” You inquire, sitting up slightly and recalling your friends in your memory, how much fun you guys had and how they cared about you. They're looking, aren't they?

“Oh, Bunny. Your friends were... not the nicest of people; remember how they controlled you? They said not to follow me here because I was odd, remember? And they aren't looking for you because, as I said and as you repeated, I am the only one who actually cares for you.” He said this while cupping your face and wiping the tears from your cheeks. “They don’t know you like I know you, they never knew the real you, did they? But I do, I know you, Bunny”

“If you want to push me away if you want me to go, I’m not going anywhere, I want you, and I love you, bunny." He confessed without exactly realising it, he was just saying what he wanted to say for so long “I know you’ve tried to run away, you make make mistakes, but that’s okay, we can work on that, you can make mistakes around me, we can work on that,” 

You looked at him with wide eyes, did he just say that he loves you? He loves you. You can be yourself around him, and he won't judge you. Your friends never said it, but you could tell they wanted you to be quiet... Maybe he’s right, maybe he is the only person who cares for you. No, he does care for you, and he said it. He loves you, and you think you love him too. 

Steve stoked your cheeks as you processed everything he had just said, and you broke down, feeling as if the walls around you had crumbled and you could just... do whatever you wanted. 

His attention was drawn to your lips, soft lips, before returning to your eyes. You leaned in and softly pressed your lips against his as if you had just read his mind. 

Something in both of you felt completed as if a chapter in a book had just ended and a new one was about to begin. Maybe life here isn’t going to be so bad for you after all.

[jessybarnes]

@buckrecs Omg you included me?! With all of these other amazing writers? I... 🥺❤️ Thank you...

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masterlist | s.s characters masterlist

WARNING: These fic may contain disturbing content so please read all the warnings before you proceed. I mean…it’s Steve Kemp we’re talking about.

ONESHOT

I’m By Your Side by @thebluemage

Steve takes care of you, while you’re sick.

Marking What’s His by @thebluemage

Steve doesn’t like it when another man touches you, and he shows you what happens.

sugar pie, honey bunch by @charnelhouse

He knew she would be different. He’d known it the second he saw her.

needs by @heavysoldat

with your period worse than ever, you’re left almost bed-ridden in nothing but his clothes. and when you’re sat there, looking so pretty, steve can’t deny himself. a man has needs, after all.

Honey, Dinner’s Ready by @mavsstar

You’ve never been bad, always a good girl. One day a certain someone comes in the picture and you snap.

Opposite Reflection by @/mavsstar

Your love for Steve Kemp runs deep. You say it’s you being a hopeless romantic but what does he have to say about it?

A New Appetite by @bxcketbarnes

Fresh Meat by @bxcketbarnes

red flags and long nights by @buckycuddlebuddy

spending three months with a stranger whom you shared a house with apparently was not enough to know them. apparently it led you to ignore a lot of warnings that you should have seen before, but it was too late. 

Stockholm Syndrome and it’s Side Effects by @sstan-hoe

steve gives you stockholm syndrome and well let's just say; you gotta make sure you're his only one...

Restless Heart by @shamevillain

Part of loving somebody means accepting their flaws. And loving yourself means coming to terms with your own, no matter how fucked up they may be.

my beautiful odette by @onceuponastory

After seeing a performance of the Swan Lake ballet, Steve Kemp develops an obsession with the lead dancer Y/N, and decides that she has to be his. Whatever it takes.

gut feeling by @onceuponastory

After a young woman goes missing, Detective Y/N interviews one of the last people to see her alive...Plastic Surgeon Steve Kemp.

just like you by @imyourbratzdoll

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.

unusual dish by @lokiskitten

in order to survive your kidnapper sick and murderous tendencies, you agree to submit to one of his offers : feast on human meat whilst allowing him to watch. Though things take an unexpectedly inappropriate turn.

Fettered Attachment by @wh0reforoldmen

Being Steve’s captive is one thing- but falling for him is another.

Yours Forever by @antisocialwritingx

Steve decided to leave his wife and kids for the one victim he chose to keep for himself, you. It turns out that you both have a loving relationship after a little work put in from Steve.

just a taste by @jessybarnes

face riding.

heads will roll by @sgt-seabass

A visit to the doctors takes a turn you didn't expect.

can you read my fears? by @dollsplat

SERIES

toxic by @extremelyblackandwhite

steve kemp has found his match.

A Well Respected Man by @sableseb

[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.

[thevillainswhore]

Hello, my lovelies! Welcome to my masterlist! I’m so happy to have you here. I hope you enjoy your time and I encourage any questions or requests. Happy reading, love Mollie 🤍

Fic Key:

☁️ fluff, 🔥 smut, 💔 angst, 🖤 dark

Please take care to read all warnings on my fics — they have been labelled for a reason. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

Bucky Barnes

Oneshots:

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You Look Good On Camera, Baby 🔥

Bucky’s not letting you leave the photobooth, not until he’s had his way with you. (2.8k)

The Ties That Bind Us 🔥

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Read Between The Lines ☁️

There shouldn’t have been anything unusual about your routine visit to the local bookstore. Your life was simple and mundane, even if you were a daydreamer at heart. But you were pleasantly surprised when this time you met a handsome stranger between the shelves. (6.6k words)

Spoiled And Stuffed 🔥

Bucky surprises you with a gift on your birthday. (2.6k words)

Tension 🔥

You’re devastated when your usual massage therapist becomes unavailable at the last minute, but an unexpected trainee is more than happy to handle you. (4.2k words)

Perverse Desires 🔥

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Anywhere Away With You ☁️🔥💔

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Series:

The Love In The Woods Collection ☁️🔥

After years apart, Bucky, a small town lumberjack, and Dolly, his best girl, find their way back to each other as adults.

A series of oneshots, drabbles and snippets following the course of two old school friends and their blossoming relationship.

The New Tricks Collection ☁️🔥

An alternate universe starring two college students; Bucky, the star football player and Buttercup, his best friend’s little sister. Follow their main journey together as they learn their mutual pining isn’t one sided after all through an array of firsts. (30k)

Can’t Take My Eyes Off You 🖤🔥

Bucky, the IT and technology expert of your office, has been secretly obsessed since the moment he set his sights on sensitive, naive, little you. But, your only fault is your repetitive ability to get your heartbroken by fuck boys. So, naturally, he has to do whatever it takes to make you see he’s perfect for you… Right?

Steve Kemp

Oneshots:

A Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing 🖤

It was an art - one that took many years and many sacrifices to perfect, and Steve had managed to become a master at it. There was just one thing he would not fully commit to sacrificing, at least not the important parts that kept life essence flowing: you. (2.6k words)

[sarahowritesostucky]

Lost my poll so let's have a redo:

Vote and please re-blog!

[mjolnirswriststrap]

Taking Requests

I love the idea of doing a request every day leading up to Christmas.

My account is less than a year old so I’ve never had the chance to do any.

I want to do it for inspiration, and to keep writing fun for me.

Don’t be afraid to request ANY dynamics or situations, I’m here to have fun!

I’ll do a 1000 or so word oneshots for these characters:

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Natasha Romanoff

Yelena Belova

Loki Laufeyson

Thor Odinson

Peter Parker

Bruce Banner

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

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Peter Maximoff (Quicksilver)

Logan Howlett (Wolverine)

Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto)

Hank McCoy (Beast)

Raven Darkhölme (Mystique)

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Aegon Targaryen II

Aemond Targaryen

Daemon Targaryen

John Snow

Jaime Lannister

Brienne of Tarth

Sandor Clegane

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Lee Bodecker

Ransom Drysdale

Steve Kemp

Sherlock Holmes (Henry Cavill)

[sgt-seabass]

Would you ever consider writing more about Steve Kemp and his little sunflower? Does she ever finally get some more freedom?

eeeee yes! i would! i love them so much and defs want to write them more.

oh, she definitely gets more freedom the more she behaves. i was thinking of doing a smutty oneshot for them (cause i'm a whore) and exploring their life when she's more compliant.

[bxcketbarnes]

Fresh Meat

Pairing: Steve Kemp x Reader

Words: 4900+

Second Steve fic is up and ready! I fucking love this character and I have no idea why. I mean... he’s attractive, charming, and dorky- so I guess that’s a reason. Anyway, I hope you guys like it and please let me know what you guys think! xox

"A weekend getaway?" You ask Steve with a smile, your chin resting against the palm of your hand.

The brunette grins at you before popping a cherry into his mouth. "Yeah, a getaway. I figure you would want that. I mean- you seem very stressed and I just want you to relax," he mentions to you while pushing the bowl of cherries towards you.

"You're not wrong about that," you chuckle and scratch the back of your neck. You wet your lips and grab one of the cherries in the glass bowl. "Where would we be going?"

Steve smiles while playing with the cherry stem. "I was hoping it'd be a surprise," he confesses before grabbing a hold of one of your hands.

"Mm, I don't think so. I'm not a big fan of surprises," you tell him, silently hoping that you didn't offend him.

"Alright, alright. Cottage Grove," he informs you, causing your eyes to widen. The smile falls from Steve's lips and places the cherry stem onto the napkin in front of him. "Is that a bad choice?"

You shake your head while chewing on a couple of cherries. You cover your mouth with your hand before mumbling a quick no. "Not at all," you chuckle and tuck some hair behind your ear with your free hand. "I've always wanted to go."

Steve lets out a relieved sigh and smiles at you. "Oh, that's great. For a second I thought I had fucked up," he mumbles while stroking the back of your hand.

Your heart flutters in your chest, feeling your cheeks blush. "You could never," you whisper and cast your gaze down at the table. "I'm still in shock that this is our second date."

"How come?" Steve asks you.

"I've just… I'm kind of a loner. I don't have any friends and most of my family is dead, so," you trail off with a shrug. "It's not every day a handsome guy like yourself asks a girl like me out."

The man before you hums before sliding out of his seat. You watch him as Steve lets go of your hand and sits down beside you. "Well, you're fucking gorgeous, Y/N," he tells you with a small smile. "And I truly mean that. I've had such a good time this past week."

A twitch of a smile comes to your lips and you grab a hold of Steve's hand. "When do we leave?" You ask him before biting your lip gently.

Steve smiles back at you and raises his free hand to your face. He strokes your cheekbone softly, causing you to lean into his touch. "We leave tomorrow," he tells you before pressing his soft lips to the apple of your cheek. "Why don't I take you home? You can get some rest and pack your things."

"Yeah, yeah, that sounds like a good idea," you chuckle as Steve slides out of the booth.

He holds his hand out to you and you take it gently. Your body is almost pressed against his after Steve pulls you out of the booth and you can feel your heart pounding against your chest.

"I'm gonna go pay our tab, okay?" Steve whispers to you as his nose nudges yours.

You nod your head in reply, not trusting your voice and Steve pulls away from you. You let out a deep breath and make your way towards the front door of the bar.

He walks over to you while shoving his wallet back into his pocket. "C'mon," Steve mumbles and grabs your hand, threading your fingers together.

The two of you walk out of the bar before continuing down the street towards your apartment building. Silence fills the space between you as your other hand rests on his bicep.

"Thank you for tonight," you tell Steve while looking up at him. "I had a really good time and I can't wait for our weekend getaway."

Steve grins and kisses your forehead. "I also can't wait. We'll have a great time," he chuckles while the two of you walk up the steps of your building. "I'll be here at eleven am, sharp."

You let go of his hand and nod your head. "I'll be here and ready," you giggle while clasping your hands together. "G'night, Steve."

"G'night, Y/N," he mentions with a charming smile.

-

You fiddle with your fingers as Steve drives you to his place. You were a bit shocked when he told you that traffic was too insane for the two of you to leave today. Steve rests his hand on your thigh as you look out at the hundreds of trees.

"You alright?" His voice snaps you from your thoughts, causing you to glance over at him.

"Yeah, I'm good," you smile at him before resting your hand on his. Steve grabs a hold of your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing the back of it gently.

"Good. I was hoping you weren't having second thoughts."

You shake your head and chuckle softly. "No second thoughts here," you tell him before glancing back out the window.

Your conjoined hands land back on your lap and you play with Steve's fingers. The music playing from the speakers fills the vehicle as the sun begins to set.

"Do you travel to town every day?" You ask him curiously.

"I don't, no," he answers you while quickly glancing at you. "Why?"

You wet your lips and giggle a bit. "It's just a really long drive for an everyday trip," you explain to him and Steve laughs.

"Yeah, I would be a mad man to travel into town everyday," he grins while pulling into a driveway.

A gasp comes from your lips at how modern Steve's house looks. The vehicle comes to a stop and Steve opens the driver door. "Holy shit," you whisper mainly to yourself before opening your own door.

"It's not too much for you is it?" Steve asks while grabbing your bag from the trunk.

"No, not at all. It's gorgeous," you mutter and follow him towards the large front door. 

He mumbles a quiet thank you and unlocks the door. Steve allows you to step inside first before following you in. You slip your shoes off and place them neatly beside his.

You walk further into the house and make your way towards his living room space. Steve grabs a few whiskey glasses along with an ice bin before walking towards you.

"If you want you can pick a record to put on," he suggests while making the two of you some drinks.

A smile graces your lips and you walk towards his vinyl collection. You tilt your head a bit and read the different artists he has. "You've got quite the collection, Steve," you chuckle and grab one that speaks to you.

You carefully pull the record from its sheath before gently setting it onto the turnstile. Steve walks over to you before handing you the rocks glass. You smile up at him and grab the glass.

Both of you take a sip and you hum in delight. "This is really good. What drink is this?" You ask him while sitting on the couch.

Steve sits on the couch opposite of you and drapes his arm over the back of it. "My twist on a Manhattan. Can you guess the flavors I used?" He chuckles and takes another sip.

You furrow your brows and shake your head, lifting the glass to take another drink. After the amber liquid glides down your throat, you do your best to figure out what it is. "Hm, peach?" You ask him.

He shakes his head and motions for you to try again. "Nope," Steve laughs and runs a hand through his hair.

"Damn," you laugh as well and take another drink. You hum while trying to figure out the flavor and you scrunch your nose. "Nectarines?"

Steve's blue eyes widen at your response and nods his head. "Yes, actually!" He grins as you finish your drink.

You giggle and set the glass onto the coffee table. "Well, it's fucking delicious," you tell him as your vision becomes a bit wonky.

Your stomach drops as you bring your hand to your forehead. "Y/N? Hey," Steve calls out to you and you let out a dazed hum. Your eyes meet him and you watch him drink from his glass. "Why are you over there? Come here."

"Mmph-" you mutter to yourself and push yourself off of the couch. You take one step towards him before your eyes roll back in your head. Your body crashes to the floor as you grow unconscious.

After what feels like hours on end, your eyes flutter open. A groan comes from your lips as you look up at the ceiling. You glance to your right to see Steve sitting in a chrome chair. 

"W-What happened?" You stutter while rubbing your head, not remembering anything from the night before.

Steve looks down at you from his seat as your eyes meet his. "I drugged you," he answers honestly, causing your lips to part in shock.

You furrow your eyebrows a bit and wet your lips. A light scoff leaves your lips as you shake your head. "Oh, well… points for honesty," you mumble while groggily looking around the room.

A chuckle comes from the man's lips as he stands up. "You're not mad? Or upset?" He asks while shoving his hands in his pockets.

You lean your back against the wall before noticing the chain you're tied to. A laugh leaves your lips as tears pool in your eyes. "I mean, I guess I had it coming, right?" You question him with a pained smile. "I have no friends or family. I was the perfect target. I should've believed it was too good to be true."

Steve frowns at your words and stares down at your defeated figure. He walks over to you before crouching, his fingers gripping your chin. "I like you," he tells you, causing your breath to hitch. "That part is true. I'm sorry it has to be this way."

You don't say anything else as he stands back up. You fiddle with your fingers as Steve silently walks out of the medium-sized room before turning to face you.

He closes the slatted door and locks it. "I'll be back later with some food, okay?" Steve asks and you nod your head in response.

-

Hours have passed and all you've done was stare at the painted wall across from you. You've heard voices of other women talking to each other and calling out to you, but you didn't feel like talking. You've never been much of a talker until you met Steve.

You sniffle as the memories of the two dates you had flash before your watery eyes. You let out a shaky breath before deciding to keep yourself calm. "Can you tell us your name?" One of the women asks you and you rest your head against the wall.

"Y/N," you tell them while glancing towards the vent in the wall.

"Y/N," another woman repeats your name, causing you to hum. "When did you get here?"

"Last night. Listen, I don't really feel like talking," you tell them while tucking hair behind your ear.

The door to your room opens up and you turn your head to see Steve standing in the doorway. "Making friends?" he mumbles while stepping into the room.

You shake your head as the brunette sets a plate down in front of you. You notice the meat sitting on the plate and glance up at him.

"Is it animal meat?" You ask him with a raised brow, watching him walk over towards the seat.

"Yes, it's an animal. I wouldn't just feed you human meat without asking or telling you first," Steve mentions and runs his fingers through his hair.

You wet your lips before grabbing the fork from the tray. You silently eat the food he prepared for you, feeling his eyes on you the entire time. "Did your mother ever tell you that it's rude to stare?" You ask him while hovering your hand over your mouth, finishing the food in your mouth.

Steve laughs and shakes his head. "She has, yeah. I just- you honestly surprise me," he mumbles before scratching his cheek.

You stifle a laugh while picking at your food. After shrugging your shoulders, you glance towards him. "You'd be the first. Everyone I've met seems to have me pegged," you explain to him.

He continues staring down at you as you let out a deep sigh. Your appetite suddenly leaves you and you set your fork down on the plate.

"I'm done. I'm sorry," you mumble while pushing the tray away from you.

"It's okay," Steve whispers and gets up from his chair. He grabs your food from the floor and walks out the door. "Do you need anything?"

You furrow your brows at how nice he's being to you and you shake your head. Steve nods before closing and locking the door. You watch him walk away as your eyes glance down at the chain you're attached to.

"Steve?!" You call out to him, hoping it's not too late. You do your best and crawl towards the door, wincing as the chain tugs against your wrist. "Steve?!"

The brunette appears in front of you before quickly opening the door. "What do you need?" He asks you as you swallow thickly. "Y/N!"

You jump at the sound of his voice echoing off of the walls and begin to stutter. "C-Can I take a shower? Please?" You ask him in a hopeful tone.

"I don't know. I've had someone ask me that and then they tried to escape," he mumbles while crossing his arms over his chest.

"I promise I won't," you whisper and move to sit on your knees. "I-I just need a hot shower."

Steve wets his lips and lets out a quiet sigh. He doesn't say anything as he walks over to you. You raise your hand up after he reaches his hand out to you. "I trust that you'll be good for me," Steve whispers and you nod your head.

He unlocks your binds before cuffing your wrists together. You push yourself off of the floor as Steve leads you out of your room. 

Silence fills the space between the two of you as the two of you walk up the stairs. A shiver runs down your spine before the warmth of his place hits you in the face.

"Can I make a suggestion?" You ask him quietly. Steve glances down at you and hums softly. "Is there a separate thermostat for downstairs?"

He furrows his eyebrows and nodded his head in response. "There is. Why?" Steve asks while leading you towards the bathroom.

"It gets cold down there," you mutter and shrug your shoulders.

"I can turn the heat up," he mumbles before opening the bathroom door up.

You look into the room, your eyes widening at how nice it is. "Wow," you whisper to yourself as you walk into the room, picking at your fingers. You glance over your shoulder to look at the man. "This is a really gorgeous bathroom."

Steve chuckles and leans against the doorframe. "Well, thank you. Maybe if you're good you can see the rest of the place," he smiles and squeezes his bicep.

"You know," you start and raise your hands to your face, scratching your jaw, "it sounds like you're flirting with me."

He bites his lip for a few seconds before slightly poking his tongue out. "It does, doesn't it?" Steve questions as you hold your hands out. "I don't think-"

"Do you really believe I can take a proper shower with these on?" You cut him off with a raised brow. Steve tilts his head at the sassy tone in your voice, causing your back to stiffen. "I'm sorry. I-"

He steps towards you and you stumble back, a string of apologies leaving your lips. Steve grabs a hold of your cuffs before tugging you towards him. You breathe heavily and look up at him through your lashes.

A sigh of relief comes from you as he unlocks your binds. "Don't ever talk back to me," he mutters before setting the cuffs onto the sink. "Got it?"

You nod your head, swallowing the lump in your throat. "Yes…" you whisper as Steve takes a couple of steps back.

"I'll be back in twenty minutes."

Steve walks out of the bathroom before shutting the door ninety percent of the way. You turn towards the shower and turn the faucet all the way up.

You undress yourself as you wait for the water to get hot. After testing the water you step into the glass shower, a sigh leaving your lips at the warm feeling. You run your fingers through your wet hair as streams of water drip down your face.

Reality hits you and you lean your forehead against the wall. I'm going to die here. You think to yourself as tears begin to mix with the hot water. Sobs begin to leave your lips as you grip your hair.

Steve's ears pick up on your cries and he glances towards the bathroom. He sets the book he's reading down before walking towards the cracked door.

You start to hyperventilate as it begins to get a bit stuffy in the shower. You wipe your cheeks before trying to calm yourself down. A gentle knock on the door snaps you from your inner thoughts, causing you to glance over your shoulder.

"Y/N?" Steve calls out to you.

"Y-Yeah?" You stutter and the bathroom door opens up a bit. "I-I'm naked."

Steve chuckles and stops himself from walking into the room. "Are you okay?" He softly asks you and a scoff comes from your lips.

"Far from it," you clear your throat and turn the shower off.

You grab the towel that's hanging from the wall and wrap it around your body. Your hand grabs the handle of the door and opens it the rest of the way.

"How would you feel if someone drugs you and keeps you locked in their basement, waiting for them to just… cut you up?" You ask him seriously.

Steve wets his lips and shoves his hands into his pockets. "I guess I would be far from okay," he sighs before lifting one side of his lips. "Look, I'm sorry it has to be this way."

"Then just let me go," you mutter while swallowing thickly. "I won't even tell anybody about what you're doing. I-"

"I can't do that," he cuts you off and presses his lips together. "You know I can't do that."

You nod your head and tear your gaze away from him. "Why haven't you taken anything from me yet?" You question him and cross your arms over your chest.

Steve rests his head against the doorframe, a sigh coming from his lips. "I'm not ready for you, yet," he mentions to you. "Get dressed. It's time to go back."

"Okay," you whisper as Steve closes the door to give you privacy.

You take the towel off of your body before running it through your damp hair. You quickly get dressed and you fold the towel up before resting it on the sink. You open the door to the bathroom and notice Steve typing on his phone.

His eyes glance back at you as you hold out the cuffs. Steve walks over to you and grabs a hold of the leather binds. You watch him as the brunette hooks your wrists together.

The two of you walk back down to the basement in silence, feeling his fingers brushing your skin every few seconds. You chew the inside of your cheek as Steve unlocks the door to your "room."

"Can I ask you one thing?" You ask him while stepping into the room. You turn to face him as Steve starts to close the door. "Please?"

He stops before meeting your eyes. "What?" Steve mutters and your cheeks flush.

"I- It's just- if I'm not going to be around for very long," you trail off as the tears start again. "I've never kissed anyone before."

"You're joking," Steve mumbles as his eyes grow a bit wide.

A light scoff escapes your lips and you shake your head. "Afraid I'm not," you mumble, feeling your hands becoming a bit clammy. "Could you just… kiss me? One time?"

Steve wets his lips before stepping into the room. Your heart pounds against your chest as he brings his hand to your face. You start to see the Steve you met as his gaze moves to your lips.

Your eyes flutter shut and you lean into his touch. Steve pulls you closer to him before his lips connect with yours. Butterflies swarm your stomach as you lean on your toes.

You pull away from him for a few seconds before hooking your wrists around his neck. His hands glide along your arms as Steve's forehead rests against yours.

His nose nudges yours before reconnecting your lips. You moan into the kiss as your fingers play with the ends of Steve's hair. You pull away from him after about a minute or so, heavy breaths leaving your lips.

"Thank you," you whisper as Steve kisses your forehead.

He grabs your arms and removes himself from your hold. Steve unhooks the cuffs before leading you towards the bed. "Get some rest," he mumbles as you lower yourself onto the mattress.

You hug your knees and watch the brunette walk out of the room. His blue eyes meet yours as he closes the slatted door before locking it. You chew on your lip as he stands there for a good thirty seconds before he walks away.

-

Steve carries your body to the operating room he's got, his eyes casting down to your face every few seconds. He pushes the door open with his hip before laying you onto the table.

He thinks for a few moments about what he's going to take from you first. Steve's fingers glide along your bare leg before squeezing your thigh gently. "Thigh first," he mumbles to himself and grabs the stool from behind him.

The brunette pulls the tray of tools closer to him as his eyes move to your face. He wets his lips and moves some hair out of your face. Steve grabs a scalpel from the tray before gently dragging it across your skin.

"You are absolutely beautiful," Steve whispers to you, the two of you standing in front of your apartment building.

You blush at his words and tilt your gaze towards the concrete. He rests his hand on your face, stroking your cheek before lifting your head. "That's sweet of you to say," you mumble shyly as your fingers play with the hem of your sweater.

"Maybe I could take you out? If you'll let me?" He asks you as he continues to stroke your cheek.

Your eyes widen as you stare up at him, not believing he just asked you that. "You wanna take me out?" You question him in a whisper while glancing around. "You know there are better options than me?"

Steve lets out a huff of breath and wets his lips. "Maybe to you there is but right now," he trails off and cradles your face in his hands. "I want you."

Your eyes flutter shut at his words as your heart pounds against your chest. No one has shown interest in you for years and somehow you managed to get asked out by this gorgeous man in front of you.

Steve shakes his head as he snaps himself out of his thoughts. A sigh comes from his lips as he brings the scalpel back to your outer thigh.

"Steve!" You squeal as he lifts you from the ground. Your hands rest against his shoulders as the brunette walks towards the ice cream stand. "I told you I didn't bring any money with me!"

"And I told you not to worry about it," he laughs before setting you down in front of the small building. "Now get what you want."

You huff playfully, a grin on your lips as you glance up at the menu. "I'll take fireworks in a cone," you tell the man behind the counter.

Steve orders his ice cream before handing him a ten-dollar bill. It didn't take long for the two of you to get your delicious treats. He watches you as you drag your tongue around the ice cream.

You glance up at him after feeling his gaze on you. "What?" You chuckle and lick your lips.

"You're just really cute," Steve mutters with a small smile. You bite your lip gently as he starts to eat his ice cream cone.

"You flatter me," you whisper to him and you lean on your toes before kissing his cheek.

He hums in response as the two of you walk down the street together. Your free hand brushes Steve's every few seconds before he links his pinky with yours.

The scalpel falls from Steve's hand as a series of emotions run through him. He tilts his head up, staring at the ceiling, and finds himself unable to work on you.

Steve stands from his stool before lifting you into his arms. He starts to bring you back to the room you're staying in when he changes course, heading towards his room instead.

You let out a tired groan as he walks up the basement stairs. Steve shushes you before pressing a kiss to your forehead. You nuzzle into his chest as Steve opens the door to his room, walking towards his king-sized bed before setting you onto it.

He covers your body with a blanket before cuffing your wrist to the bed. Steve looks down at you and softly strokes your cheek before walking out of his room.

You wake up in complete darkness, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. "Wha-" you cut yourself off as you sit up on the bed you're laying on.

Your heart pounds against your chest and you notice the moonlight poking through the blinds. Your fingers grip the sheets beneath you before glancing to your right.

Steve's sleeping peacefully beside you and you let out a breath of relief. You didn't expect this turn of events. Your free hand reaches out to him and gently glides your fingertips along his jaw.

The last thing you remember was Steve telling you that everything would be okay before sticking a needle in your neck. You for sure thought you'd be missing a limb.

A quiet moan leaves his lips before his blue eyes flutter open. Steve smiles up at you and reaches his hand out to you. "Hey, you're awake," he whispers and adjusts his position so he's laying on his back.

"I'm not in the basement," you point out with a raised brow.

"Yeah, you're not," Steve mumbles while threading his fingers with yours. "I did a lot of thinking while you were on the operating table."

You slowly lay down onto your side, facing him. "You did?" You whisper and Steve nods his head.

"Remember when we went to get ice cream?" He mumbles while rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. "And you put up a fit because you didn't bring any money."

A smile comes to your lips before letting out a quiet chuckle. "Yeah, yeah, I remember that. You didn't take no for an answer," you grin for a few moments before biting your lip.

"I didn't," Steve chuckles and he brings your conjoined hands to his face, kissing it softly. "I realized then how much you truly mean to me."

You blush at his words and raise your handcuffed hand. "So, can we take this off? I promise I'm not going to run away," you tell him and his eyes roam over your face.

Steve throws the covers off of him before getting up from the bed. He turns the lights on, causing you to squint your eyes. He mumbles an apology while grabbing the keys from the bedside table.

You look up at him as he unlocks the cuffs on your wrists. A small smile comes to your lips as Steve gently rubs the reddened skin. His blue eyes glance up at you through his lashes while you move your hand to his cheek.

He leans forward and captures your lips with his, pushing you back onto the bed. You moan against his lip while running your fingers through his hair. Steve trails his lips down your neck as his hands find their way under your shirt. You tilt your head back a bit and give the man more access to your neck.

You tug your shirt over your head before throwing it across the room. Steve kisses down the valley of your breasts, feeling his teeth nip your skin softly. “Wanna taste you,” he mumbles while his lips glide down your stomach.

A snort leaves your lips and Steve looks up at you with a confused look on his face. You cover your mouth with your hand, stopping the giggles from escaping your lips. “Sorry, I just- an inappropriate joke,” you clear your throat.

Steve furrows his brows before realizing what he said. His tongue wets his lips and lets out a semi-loud laugh. He shakes his head before kissing your hip bone. “Alright, smartass,” he chuckles while tugging on your panties. “Wanna taste you… sexually.”

You bite your lip and lift your hips, allowing Steve to pull your panties off. “Please,” you almost beg as your hands grip the sheets beneath you.

“Yes, ma’am,” Steve grins before laying down between your legs, spreading them apart.

-

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Taste {1}

 Steve Kemp X F!Reader

[Part Two]

Summary: Steve has always wanted you, it’s too bad you’re so stubborn.

Words: 2,2 words (That was a rollercoster)

Warnings: FRESH SPOILERS! ANGST, DARK, spiked drink, reader gets drugged, kidnapping, mention of blood, mention of human parts, mention of kidnapping, SMUT(PIV, DUB-CON(reader got drugged), infidelity, rough sex, unprotected sex, 

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“Steve! You’ll never guess what happened!” You said with a smile on your face. You slid in the booth and sat yourself right in front of your best friend. 

You’ve known Steve since you were just a child. He was your neighbor and that’s how you both met. You were both completely different, Steve being this bubbly charismatic person that can be friends with anyone and you, well you were mostly just a loner. 

You’ve had other friends other than Steve, but lost all contact with them right after college. Some went to travel the world, others moved out of New York and the rest just stopped contacting you, but Steve never did. 

Even if Steve went to medical school and you went to the police academy, you’ve never stopped talking. Steve was even the one who would engage most conversation. You also had a routine of always meeting Friday night at the same bar and same booth. 

Steve popped a bunch of chips in his mouth. “What’s up, Dove?”

“I finally made a crack in my case!” You squealed, a big smile on your face. You had been working on those missing women's cases for months now and you’ve finally found something. 

You found out that the last time those women's phones were used was near a specific house outside of the city. You planned on going there to look and ask questions to the person who lived there. 

“I can’t tell you more than that tho because of confidentiality and yada-yada.”

Steve leaned over with a nonchalant look. Not something you were expecting from him. He let out a small laugh and he took your hand in his. “Are you sure those women disappeared? For all we know they could’ve just left the city…”

You shook your head. “No, Steve. It wouldn’t make sense.” You took a swing of the beer Steve bought before you arrived. “We looked into it, Steve.” You played with his fingers, loving how they felt intertwined with yours. “And there is more than meets the eyes. I am one hundred percent sure of that.” 

He shrugged. “If that is the case, then I’m sure you’ll find them all. You’re the best at what you do, Dove.”

You blushed at the compliment. Usually you weren’t like this, but Steve always seemed to make you feel like a teenage girl with a crush which wasn’t entirely false. You weren’t a teenager, but you still had deep feelings for the guy in front of you. 

How could you not. He was perfect. An amazing personality, a sense of humor for everyone and one of the most caring and selfless person you’ve ever known. 

He was also very handsome with his fluffy brown hair, his piercing blue eyes, that perfect skin and that smile that could attract anyone to him. Guys or girls. 

Suddenly, Steve got up and tugged at your hand. “Come on, we are not here to bhave this depressing talk. We are here to have fun!” 

You shook your head and drank you beer. “No, Steve.” You smiled at his enthusiasm. “You know  I can‘t dance.”

“You don’t have to know! Just let your body move you!” You laugh when he makes a small pirouette. “Okay, okay. I will.” You took one last swing of the beer and got up the booth. 

As You both went where other people were dancing already, Steve started showing you some moves and you just moved your body a little bit. 

“Aww, you gotta do more than that, Dove. Have fun!” He told you over the music. “I told you I’m not good at this.” He then pulled you into his arms and made you move with him. 

“There you go, baby.” He whispered in your ears after making you twirl. “Just like that.” 

As you both moved in synchronization, both of your body touching and rubbing against each other, you feel a tingle of warmest running through you, a small pulsation in between your thighs making you crave his touch. 

You didn’t know what was going on, if it was the beer you had or just all the fun you were having, but you turned around and started rubbing your ass against his crotch. 

You gasped when Steve put his hand on your waist and pulled you closer to him, his cheat against your back as he helped you roll your hips against his now hard cock. 

That pulsation in your vagina grew and grew, until you couldn’t bear it anymore. You had to make it stop. It was all your mind was thinking about. You had forgotten all about the fact he was your best friend, that he was married, you just needed him to fuck you and hard. 

You threw one hand around your best friend's neck and played with the hair on the nape of it. “Steve…” You moaned as you pushed your ass more on his cock. You wanted it so bad inside of you, stretching your pussy until you couldn’t anymore. 

“Please, Steve.” You whispered into his ear, bringing one of his hands up your dress to your drenched panties, other people be damned. 

He kissed your cheek. “I’m gonna give you what you want, Dove.” With two fingers, he rubbed  up and down the wet patch and gently rubbed your clit in a small circle, pulling a sweet sound out of you. 

You couldn’t take it. You felt on fire. Your body was warm and you needed him, you needed his cock so badly. So, you took one of his hands and tugged him into the nearest bathroom. 

As you sat on the counter and pulled your dress up to your hips, Steve made sure no one was there and locked the door.

When he came back in front of you, you laid down on the cold marble and spread your legs for him. “Fuck me, Steve. I need it so badly.”

Steve grinned as he unbuckled his belt. “Yeah… you want me? Want my dick inside your pussy?” You nodded. 

Steve leaned over you and pulled your panties to the side. He took a hold of his hard red cock and rubbed it up and down your pussy lips, coating it with your wetness. You moaned when you felt the tip brush against your little pearl. 

“Beg for it, Dove. Beg me to fuck you.” 

“Please, Steve. Please, please, please.” You kept on chanting, but he shut you down with a hard kiss, his tongue exploring the inside of your mouth and playing with yours. 

“Good girl.” He whispered against your lips. “I’m gonna fucking devour you.” He said and slid his cock inside your wall in one push of his hips.

You both moan. You at the feeling of finally being full, of having that throbbing feeling going away. Steve, because your walls were squeezing him like a vice, because he was finally getting the thing he wanted. 

He had wanted you in this position for so long. Almost every day, he would look at pictures of you and imagine you in this scenario. And tonight, tonight he had finally had enough and put a little surprise for you in your drink. 

And now, finally feeling how good you were, he wished he had done it sooner. 

“Steve…” You moaned. “Fuck me.”

“Whatever my dove wants, she shall receive.” He grasped your thighs and pushed your legs more apart before trusting his cock inside of you at a punishing pace. Every single one of his strokes would make you go up and you had to grab onto the counter so you wouldn’t bump your head on the wall. 

The sound of skin slapping and your moan was filling the space and Steve was in heaven. “What a good girl you are. Letting me fuck your pussy. Let me use you.” He looked down where your bodies were connected. He grunted when he saw how glistening his cock was because of you. “Next time, I’m gonna eat your pussy. I’m gonna taste all of you.”

The only thing you could do was nod. You could barely hear anything over all the pleasure you were experiencing.

You then felt this ball forming inside of you that was about to burst. “I’m— I’m gonna cum.” Was all you said before screaming your release. Your walls clench around him and make him cum in return. 

Steve felt his ass and balls clenching as he finally burst everything he had inside of you. Painting your walls with his mark. Making you his. 

You both panted as he collapsed on top of you. Suddenly you bursted into tears with the realization of what you both did. He was your best friend and, how could you forget, a married man. 

At the sight of your tears, Steve looked at you with concern. “Hey, what’s wrong? Was I too rough?” He said in a soft voice. He looked at where his cock was still on you to see if he had done any damage. He bit his lips when he saw his seeds dripping down his cock and balls. 

You shook your head, making him look back at you. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You’re married! We shouldn’t have done that. Oh my— I’m the worst. I just had sex with a married man.”

You were hyperventilating. “It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m gonna divorce her anyway.” That made you stop breathing completely. 

“What—“

“I wanna be with you, Dove. I’ve wanted that for a long time now.” He kissed your lips. “I love you.”

You were confused. Everything was happening so fast. A part of you was happy, he was reciprocating your feeling, in another you were angry with yourself because you made a marriage break. 

“I wanna be with you and I wanna protect you.” He caressed your cheeks and kissed your forehead. “That’s why I want you to stop looking for those women.”

That broke you out of your reverie. You lightly pushed him away, wincing when his cock pulled out of you. “What? I can’t do that.”

“Dove—“

“No, I can’t stop. I have to find them. They deserve justice!” You pulled your dress down, now feeling self-conscious. 

Steve kissed you. A long and sweet kiss. “I’m scared, Dove. I’m scared you’re gonna be the next victim. It can’t happen to you. I won’t let it happen.” He pressed your forehead against yours. “I need you.”

You shook your head. “Well… they need me more. They deserve to have someone looking for them.” With that you unlocked the door and left him. You may love him too, but you wouldn’t let him dictate you. It was your job, your everything to find those women or what happened to them and you wouldn’t let him or anyone stop you. 

The next day, you decided to put everything that happened to you in the back of your mind. You needed to fully operate and ready for what was about to happen: You were going to the house.

Steve had tried to text you throughout the day. Telling you he was sorry, that he loved you and he just wanted what was best for you, but you didn’t respond to any of them.

The moment you stepped foot out of the car, you were amazed by the house. It was not too big, but very much modern. You took a deep breath of the fresh hair and knocked on the door. You hummed to yourself as you waited for someone to respond, no one did.

You knocked again. “Hello?” But, as you knocked for the last time, the door opened by itself, letting you in. You hesitated coming in. Should you do it, or not? But, after remembering all the pictures of the missing woman, you decided to do so. You took a step into the house and your breath was taken away from the decor. It looked straight out of a magazine.

“Hello?” You asked again as you explored the building. You went to the bedroom, no one, the bathroom, completely empty. “Maybe I should come back another time.” You were about to leave when you saw an open door with stairs leading to a basement. 

You went downstairs and what you saw shook you to the core. In one of the rooms was an operating table with a woman on it, the person working on her being Steve.

“What–” You took a step back, your eyes wide. You almost wanted to vomit when you saw a full leg on the table near him.

Steve sighed and removed his glove. “I’m so disappointed in you, Dove. I never wanted this to happen.” He gave you a sad smile. “But you give me no choice.”

“It’s you.” You took a step back every time he came closer to you. 

He punched the wall, making you shiver. “I told you to stop looking! Why couldn’t you let it go!”

You shook your head. “This is a nightmare… It’s not true.” You started to shake when your back collided with a wall of stone.

“I love you, Dove. So so much. That’s why it’s gonna hurt so much.”

Your face paled. “What?”

“I love you, but I can’t let you destroy everything I’ve built. I’m sorry.”

And he went outside the door. He had unconsciously led you to one of his cells. “I’m sorry.” He said once again as he locked the door, leaving you screaming into an empty room.

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[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 (ma pêche)

valentine's day masterlist

summary - steve does a not-so-lavish valentine's day, but you love it either way.

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.

Steve had done the most original thing regarding Valentine’s Day. He had bought you three dozen roses, surrounding a candle-lit table with an expensive bottle of wine. A large heart-shaped box of chocolates is lent against a giant brown teddy bear. That when you hugged it tightly, it would say ‘I love you’ in Steve’s voice. He could’ve gone more lavish, sweeping you off of your feet and taking you to Paris, but he felt you’d love this more. 

He made sure to cook you your favourite meal, with a fantastic dessert for afterwards. He wanted to make everything perfect, and you were the only woman he seemed to connect with, to love more than everything. You had brightened up his life more than anyone else had, and he wanted to give you the world. You enter the room, tired from a tough day at work and begin to take off your coat and hang it on the coat rack. “Steve, baby. I’m home!” You tiredly yell, wandering through the hallway until you stop, your eyes landing on the display before you. He stands there with a soft smile, walking over to you and bringing you close to him. Steve smiles down at you before leaning to press a kiss on your lips. 

“Welcome home, my sweet. How was work?” Steve pecks your lips one last time before softly dragging you over to the chair, pulling it out for you and pushing it back in once you’ve taken a seat. He grabs the wine and begins to pour you a glass, smiling as you grab it and take a sip, moaning at the taste. 

“It was rough. What’s all this?” You gesture to everything, eyes landing on the giant teddy and chocolates. You slowly reach forward, stroke the soft fur, and move your eyes away from it to Steve’s pretty blue ones.

Steve shrugs, heading over to grab the food. “I thought you deserved something nice, and also, it’s Valentine’s Day.” He begins to head back, frowning a bit. “I’m sorry, it’s not lavish like Paris or a fancy restaurant, and I can–” He stops talking as you place your hand on his, causing him to look at you. 

“It’s lovely, Steve. I’d rather this than a trip to Paris or a fancy restaurant. Being with you is more than enough.” You bring his hand to your lips, pressing a soft kiss into his flesh. “Now, serve some of this delicious food you’ve made and sit with me.” He nods, serving the food and taking a seat across from you. You smile at him, picking up the fork and digging into the meal. “Oh, god. How do you always cook such wonderful food? I’m jealous, baby.” You smirk at his flustered state, and the two of you eat and drink the wine. 

“So, who’s this big guy?” You gesture to the teddy as you swallow the last of your food, squeezing the furry cheeks. 

Steve chuckles, “I found him and thought he was perfect for you. I remember when you told me on our first date that you always wanted one.” You look at him with wide tear-filled eyes, “What? Oh, shit. Did I do something wrong?” He begins to freak, stopping as you giggle softly. 

You slowly sink to the floor and crawl toward him until your hands rest on his knees, and you look up at him in adoration. “I can’t believe you remember that. To remember something I said so long ago.”

Steve cups your cheek, wiping your tears with his thumb. “You’re my life. I’d never forget anything you’ve told me.” You smile, leaning up and bringing him into a deep passionate kiss. 

You break from the kiss, your lips still close together, and you whisper. “Barnes, I’m naming him Barnes.”

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[georgiaheartsdilfs]

sneaking in | bucky x reader

my masterlist ↪M A S T E R L I S T

prompt ↪ "i wish you didn't have to sneak in, i love waking up to you in the morning"

warnings / other notes ↪ 

Bucky sat across from me biting his lip, we had been in this meeting for hours. It was mainly Tony and Steve bickering over who had to go to the next mission.

"Ladies, I'm sure we'd all love to watch you fight... again, but as it turns out we all have hero duty and a life." Natasha stands up dusting her hands off before tossing the folder we were given on the table.

"It's almost 12 am aswell." Clint yawns "my family don't sleep well without me" he rubs his eyes, grabbing his coat before exiting the room shortly after Nat.

Sam and Bucky looked between each other, Bruce and I had trailed off into another conversation whilst Vision had fallen asleep on Wanda's shoulder. Thor had left long before the meeting even started and rightfully so, we hadn't covered anything.

"Vision" Wanda said quietly, Steve and Tony continued bickering as the rest of us stood up "i'm off to bed." Sam yawns "can I join you in your bed" I chuckle jokingly and he walks around wrapping his arm around me.

Sam always walked me to bed, it made sense since he slept on the same floor as me "no you're suppose to sign it rogers." Tony spat "no one will sign anything, everyone is going to bed." I mumble, Bruce, Wanda and Vision all got up and left.

As Sam and I wait for the elevator Bucky jogs up behind us "hey" he says trying not to smile at me.

We had been secretly dating for 7 months, he and I both weren't sure about telling the team since our whole thing was that we didn't get along aswell as anybody else, when in fact we got together quite well.

"Hey Bucky" I say looking up at his, he was far taller than me maybe by 5 inches which in reality looked like a whole foot was missing from my height "What're you doing tonight?" Sam asked Bucky.

The elevator door opened and we all walked in, Sam to my left, Bucky to my right. Bucky had slept on the floor below us so he pressed his level and Sam pressed ours.

"probably reading, maybe a bit of sleeping since that's what people do at night, Sam." Bucky says giving Sam a displeased look "right well I guess you don't want to come to my room and watch a movie." Sam folds his arm "you're right, I don't" Bucky says before the door opens.

He walks out and I secretly wave him goodbye as he walks off "why don't you get along well with him?" Sam asks "like you do?" I ask "I get along with him more than you." Sam says "and?" I say laughing "who would want to get along with someone who can't keep a conversation" I say and Sam laughs as he agrees by nodding.

The doors open to our floors and Sam walks me to my room "goodnight sammuel" I say and he laughs "goodnight y/n/n" I wave goodbye as he walks down the hallway to his room.

"Jarvis, does anybody know?" I ask before closing the door "Know what Ms y/l/n" Jarvis says "you know about Barnes" I clear my throat speaking quietly "No Ma'am I have not told a soul" the AI responds.

"What is he doing?" I say laying on my bed, staring at the roof waiting for his response "Mr Barnes is currently having a bath and also reading." my mouth drops, he was actually reading, he didn't mind reading not that it phased him as much as the hobbit.

"Right, and what about Steve and Tony." I ask and it didn't take long for Jarvis to respond "They are in the meeting area, discussing about signing records, Ms Y/l/n" Jarvis responds and I chuckle to myself.

Jarvis wasn't particularly human, but he understood how private I wanted my life to remain. Well the relationship part of it anyways. Whenever someone asked for my whereabouts in the tower, Jarvis always asked me before immediately telling the person, maybe it was because I was the second youngest in the tower to Wanda.

Despite being an AI, I think Jarvis and I were friends, he's very loyal to Tony though.

Jumping up off my bed, I walk towards my bathroom. "I could do with a shower aswell" I huff taking my clothes off and running the shower.

Towards the end of my shower I grab a towel wrapping my hair "what's the time Jarvis?" I ask the AI wrapping another towel around my body.

"it is 1:37 am, Ms Y/l/n" he responds and I walk over to my closet, I hated staying up past 3 but if I really had to I would.

After putting my clothes on and letting my hair down I lay down in my bed, my door swings open and immediately closes "Jarvis, you tell no one." Bucky looks up at the roof and I chuckle.

He takes off his shirt jumping in bed next to me wrapping his arms around me "hi baby" he says quietly in a low voice before kissing me on the lips "mm hi Bucky" i chuckle kissing him again as he moves one hand up to my cheek.

"i was waiting for you." smiling at him he gives me a shocked face "wow, really?" he says sarcastically and I laugh hitting his chest, my hand running along his beard.

"how was your day?" he asks burying his face in the the crook of my neck "well half of the day was just Tony and Steve arguing all night and somehow, all I could think about was you hugging me like you are now." I say and he laughs "really?" he asks and I laugh "yeah what about you."

"well my girlfriend had a mission today, when she got back we all had a meeting and I couldn't take my eyes off her... all meeting because she just looked, so fucking hot." he chuckles.

"god i love you" I smile as he pulls his face out of my neck, kissing my cheek "i think i love you more, i'm the one sneaking in at night." he says making me laugh "what you're old man back can't handle it anymore?" I ask him.

"you've been doing it for seven months" I egg him on "I could have easily gone to watch a movie with Sam" he says pulling me closer "But you wouldn't have, because, he made you jealous which was the reason why you said no in the first place." my hand reaches his hair.

Running my hand through his hair he looks up at me smiling "what, am i warming up your bionic arm too much metal man?" I ask him chuckling "no, no." I say "then what is it?" I ask him gently.

"am I not allowed to stare into my girlfriend's eyes lovingly?" he says running his thumb along my cheek "i love your eyes." I say, my voice trailing off as I get lost in his steel blue eyes.

"my mother said they'd be the reason i got a girlfriend." his voice went low again "yeah i only love you for the steely blue eyes, nothing else" I say sarcastically "i love you" he holds me in his arms.

"i wish you didn't have to sneak in, i love waking up to you in the morning" I groan, his abs rubbing up against my hip "i wish i didn't have to either doll, but the way everything is going especially with Stark and Steve, I don't know how they'll react." he mumbled sitting up.

I look up at him, "sit" he says opening his legs and patting the space in between them, getting up I adjust my position to sit in the empty space between his legs, leaning my back against his stomach.

His hands being braiding my hair "do you think, if i had met you in the 40's you'd even notice me?" I ask him "you've asked me this before, y/n." his voice sound concentrated like braiding my hair was the most important thing he had done.

"yeah but it plays on my mind, you've never answered it before." I say playing with my fingers "of course i'd notice you, it would be hard not to with beautiful eyes and a bold personality like yours. you're exactly my type." he says still concentrated.

"you would have loved me back then, y/n y/l/n, it's a shame that was 60 years before your time" he chuckles "yeah, what a shame." I say looking down "hey, hey, hey my braid miss you're ruining it." he says and I laugh "right sorry".

"Ms Y/l/n, Mr Rogers is wondering if he could visit you, he is at the door." Jarvis says and Bucky lets go off my hair "don't touch it" he says grabbing his shirt and running to my bathroom closing the door.

"Sure Jarvis" I smile walking over to the door, opening it slowly "Hey Steve" I smile "Hey y/n, uh can I come in?" He asks in a gentle manner "sure I was just braiding my hair" I smile moving out of the way of the door.

Sitting on my bed he sits next to me "it looks nice" he said pointing to my hair "yeah, it's taken a while." I smile "what did ya need, Steve?" I ask politely and he sighed "I just wanted to apologise, Tony and I we don't mean to ruin meetings like that. We did have something planned." he said "oh im sure of it." I chuckle softly.

Looking over to my bathroom door, I hear Bucky's movement.

"Also, I know." Steve said snapping me out of my thoughts "About?" I hum "You and Bucky." his face changed from a gentle smile to a smirk "What, Steve, Bucky and I can barely make it through a mission." I make up an excuse.

"You think I don't know when my best bud is in love, I see it in his eyes y/n, i've known for a month or two." Steve claps "but you did try to hide it" he continues.

Bucky walks out of the bathroom "tell anyone and I'll kill you" he points his finger at Steve "I knew it, I knew it, I knew it, you are in love with her." Steve jumps up clapping "so you sneak in every night to see her." Steve says excitedly.

Bucky sits next to me with his shirt on, his flesh arm wrapping around my shoulder as he gives me an awkward look "not exactly" Bucky says "you so do" Steve laughs "I can't believe it." he covers his mouth.

"My best bud finally loosened up for a women, how long?" he asks and I sigh "what?" Bucky says "how long?'.

Well there goes the whole plan with my boyfriend.

[sebastiansluts]

Multi-Character Masterlist

Seb, Bucky, Nick: Owned

Seb, Bucky, Nick, Steve: Part 1

Seb, Nick, Bucky: Part 1

Bucky, Seb: Part 1

Seb, Steve, Nick, Bucky: Part 1

Seb, Bucky, Lee, Steve, Charles: Part 1 Part 2

Bucky, Steve, Seb, Nick: Part 1

Bucky, Chase, Carter: Part 1

Nick, Steve, Charles: Part 1

Mickey, Lee: Part 1

Lee, Lance: Part 1

Carter, Bucky: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Seb Roleplay: Part 1 Part 2

Lee, Bucky, Nick: Part 1 Part 2

Seb, Bucky, Lee, Charles: Part 1

Bucky, Frank, Chris, Nick, Lee: Part 1

Lee, Nick, Bucky, Charles: Part 1

Nick, Lee: Part 1

Lee, Nick: Part 1

Seb, Bucky, Nick, Steve, Frank, Mickey: Part 1

Steve, Justin: Part 1

Bucky, Sebastian: Part 1

[thevillainswhore]

A Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing

Pairing: Dark!Steve Kemp x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: It was an art - one that took many years and many sacrifices to perfect, and Steve had managed to become a master at it. There was just one thing he would not fully commit to sacrificing, at least not the important parts that kept life essence flowing: you.

Warnings: THIS IS A DARK FIC - PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS - dead dove, kidnapping, mentions of smut (p in v), fingering and oral (fem receiving), implied non-con, degradation, restraints, physical abuse (face slapping), cannibalism (it’s Steve kemp what did you expect?), force feeding, hints of Stockholm syndrome?

A/N: Unbeta’d | dividers created by @rookthorne thank you for also helping me with the summary my love 🥰 | this oneshot was inspired by the lovely @smutconnoisseur who made me this absolutely stunning moodboard 😭 I just knew I had to write something as soon as I saw it. Thank you so much sweetie, loves you the most 🥹

“Let me go, you fucking psycho!”

Steve merely kept on humming to himself, happily slicing the meat in front of him into finely cut pieces. It took severe attention to detail to finesse the glide of the knife just right, cutting through as smooth as butter.

It had taken quite a long time to get his craft on the line of perfection - years in the making - and now that he’d finally mastered the art, it was as easy as riding a bike. The rush of adrenaline spiking his nerves gave him a hit unlike anything else in his life. This was what he was meant for. He’d wasted so much time not giving in before.

Wooden screeching against the floor snapped him out of his inner musings, eyes lifting up to see you fidgeting in your chair - presumably trying to escape, but the chains attached to your feet would keep you rooted.

Steve couldn’t help but notice how the glow of the candlelight surrounding you on the dinner table highlighted the beauty in the features of your face. Sunset orange dancing among the shadows, defining your cheekbones and your shoulders decorated in the straps of a pretty dress.

You were so beautiful. Perfect for him.

Placing the meat onto a skillet to cook, Steve wiped his hands and rounded the corner of the kitchen island to join you, the sudden bravado you had earlier evaporating while terror took over your body. His cock shouldn’t have gotten hard seeing the tears gathering on your lash line, but those glassy eyes reminded him of a deer in fright, ready to run. And fuck, would he love the chase.

“Bambi… join me.”

It was haunting, the kind smile Steve let loose as he held out his hand to you after arriving by your side. No wasn’t an answer, and you did well to stand up on your shaky legs - from still recovering or fear, he wasn’t sure - quietly proud of you either way.

Flashbacks of you clumsily tripping over the bed to go relieve yourself on the toilet crossed his mind as he brought you to the middle of the living room. After fucking you three times in one night, leaving you screaming his name and begging for more each time, he couldn’t help be prideful watching you stumble your way out of the room. Just like a doe learning to walk for the first time.

Of course, the chains rattling with each step you took while limping weren’t part of the memory. The heavy breaths were familiar though, smirk crawling onto his face as he imagined your adorable squeaks while he ate your cunt like he was man starved.

Once Steve had directed you into the middle of the living room rug, he brought you closer to him, slipping his arm over your waist as you flinched, and grabbing your other hand to hold as he began to slowly dance. He was thoughtful enough to keep his steps light and be extra careful with you.

Deciding it was too much of a distraction for you a long time ago, Steve had decided to forego music in the house - it let your mind switch off and he wanted your brain alert… in the present. Solely on him and every move he made. So, he graced you with his singing voice instead, whispering the lyrics to ‘Restless Heart’ in your ear.

Steve felt the shaking of your chest before your uncontrollable sobs cut through his singing. He’d be offended had he no clue how scared his Bambi was.

“What’s wrong, Bambi? Huh? Don’t you like it here with me?”

“I w-want to go h-home.” You stuttered.

Steve sighed and lifted your head up with his palms, kissing your forehead and leaning down to your watery eyeline to speak to you directly.

“Oh, baby…” his condescending tone gave away his faux concern for you, “you know I can’t let you do that.”

You began to heave, breaths coming in fast and heavy with panic - Steve almost felt a crack in his heart. Almost.

Truth be told, Steve knew you were it for him. Ever since he first saw you from the corner of his eye walking down the fruit and vegetable aisle, he’d been bewitched.

Youthful, tight skin, good looking.

You ticked all the boxes for him… and the rest of his client base.

He’d caught other women before - gorgeous, just the right amount of meat on their thighs to keep the buyers happy.

They were good. However, they didn’t compare to you.

Normally, Steve would be excited to find new prey. The cat and mouse play of picking out women to cut up and sell. But, you were different. Steve wanted you all for himself.

See, you weren’t just a pretty face, you were witty, funny, intelligent - maybe not smart enough to see what was coming, but he didn’t hold that against you, he was just too conniving after all.

And those goddamn dates he took you on, paving the path for his plan to come to fruition, when he found himself enjoying your company. Steve wanted to spend all of his time with you, willingly.

That was when he decided he didn’t want to go along with his usual plans. Instead, he wanted to date you. See where this relationship could go.

So, he took you to his house tucked away in a secluded area - the excuse of wanting a weekend without the modern world bothering you in disguise of your questioning to the lack of signal or Wi-Fi.

Honestly, he didn’t initially plan to drug you. The opportunity just… sprung onto him. Too tempting to not listen to his base instincts and ignore the spiked wine hidden in the alcohol cabinet.

A voice in the back of his head told him he shouldn’t be doing that, he vividly remembered it. The urge to get a kick out of his charades with someone as good as you overpowered it, though.

Steve wasn’t proud of himself afterwards, but how could he be blamed? He’d worked out a successful routine before he stumbled on you. Wooing girls fitting his mental meat quality checklist and eventually luring them into his second home. It was only natural to follow his instincts, what he’d made of himself.

You especially weren’t happy when you found yourself on his home operating table, opening your eyes to realise your boyfriend was taking your ass.

Weirdly, he didn’t find guilt in the thrill he took from that - that seemed to sicken you the most. He remembered how you lunged for him, screaming about the insanity of his pleasures when you woke up after the surgery to find him sitting in your caged prison. Cutting into your delicate skin to watch the stream of blood flow down your rump to then hearing him laughing to himself as he showed you the flesh stolen away from your body had your head spinning - dangling it from his fingers in front of your face.

It wasn’t too long after that you passed out from overexertion. If only you knew the way he used you to take care of himself after that.

It may have been confusing to understand, but Steve genuinely thought the world of you. Those few months of dating spent together changed his mind on whether he’d find a companion ever again.

Finding love alongside Steve’s hobby had been difficult to put it lightly. His first wife knew of his side activities coinciding with his doctoral career. That was why he settled being with her, someone who was accepting of who he was. But, although she may have put up with what he was doing, she didn’t initiate that spark within Steve - that buried, deep seated fire that begged to be set free. Steve wanted to be seen, to be loved in his entirety.

There was no shame in that.

That was what led to the downfall of his marriage, Steve was no longer interested in the farce of keeping up appearances with a woman who didn’t truly understand him. Which is why she had to go. Just divorcing wasn’t an option, she knew too much.

Then came along you. His pretty doe, who captured his heart from a glance.

As your hysteria whittled on, Steve hugged you tight to his chest.

He’d kept you here for a month in total now. Four glorious weeks of spending time with you alone, bonding together. Your feistiness only made his cock grow in his slacks whenever you put up a fight.

His little doe didn’t put out easy - just how he liked it.

As your tears continued to soak his dress shirt further, he shushed your cries, keeping you close and he swayed side to side in comfort.

The beeping of the oven hob, interrupted Steve’s attempt at soothing you. The meat was cooked and it was time to plate up the dinner he’d made for the two of you.

Bringing you away from his chest, Steve smoothed your hair behind your ears, wiping his thumbs under your swollen eyes to get rid of your tears. Holding your arm, he again directed you back towards the table to sit down, clamped your hands back into the cuffs attached before walking towards the kitchen.

Peaking over, Steve noticed you had calmed down and collected yourself by the time he was adding the peppermint sauce over the mashed potatoes and meat.

He had high hopes on your opinion of his cooking, what you thought mattered to him, believe it or not. It was his real passion beside becoming a plastic surgeon, and he wanted you of all people to like it.

Gracefully, Steve walked on over with his finished plates and set one on each placemat. Your head was bowed, eyes set on the meal set in front of you.

“What is it?”

Your mousy voice spoke up and had Steve looking down at you, lifting your chin up with two fingers so he could see your face.

“Your favourite, sweetheart. Steak and mashed potato.”

A shudder racked through your body as Steve smirked, dropping your face and grabbing the large napkin to fan out over your thighs. He smoothed the material over your legs and traced the tips of his fingers along your bare skin. The sight of you inching away didn’t sit well with Steve, pinching you to hear that familiar yelp he loved so much.

He began to get settled in his seat, combing his styled hair back with his fingers before beginning to cut up the meat on his plate.

“You remember our dinner date don't you, baby? You ordered the exact same thing when the waiter asked. Poor boy couldn’t keep his eyes to himself when I made you speak as I fucked you with my fingers.”

Steve knows you didn’t want him to hear the gasp that couldn’t be kept in. Adorable. You were still so shy around him.

But he didn’t appreciate how long your silence lingered, looking up to see you still staring down at your food, untouched.

The knife clashing down on the plate made you jump in your seat. You didn’t want to eat, no bother. Steve would help you.

Stabbing a cut of meat with his fork, Steve carefully leaned over the table to hold the steak up to your mouth for you to take a bite.

“Open up, my little doe.”

Steve saw your mouth opening up, happy to see you were cooperating with his request. You were finally making progress. Only for you to suddenly move your head to the side as he got close and bite down onto his hand, hard.

The fury built up in Steve as he snatched his hand away, fork scattering onto the table as he released it. In instant retaliation, Steve backhanded you across the face, sending your head whipping over to the side as blood spurted out your mouth.

“Bad girl.”

Blood from the force of his hit trickled down the corner of your mouth. You hadn’t moved from your spot for a second before Steve grabbed the front of your neck, bringing you closer over the table and ignoring your squeak of pain.

“Now, eat what I so graciously cooked you before I fucking force it down your throat.” His spit from the anger of his voice shot out onto your face. Steve shoved you back before slumping into his own seat once again.

His hot and cold nature always had you on edge, but you were used to it by now. Is that what he really deserved after being so thoughtful to you?

Steve observed you closely. Watching your every move should you try something like that again. Only would you get away with something like that once.

You picked up the fork dropped, meat still intact on the silverware and inspected it thoroughly. He knew you were looking for hints of poison or something that indicated he’d drugged you. He threatened it enough times for you to be wary.

He wasn’t sure what you would have preferred once you found out.

Opening your mouth, you placed the meat tenderly onto your tongue and closed to begin eating.

Steve waited until you had swallowed. Intently watching you chew before you were finished with your bite. He gave it a second before sitting back up, taking the fork from you and stabbing another piece, ready to start his meal.

Not before letting you in on his secret ingredient. “I always said you tasted good, didn’t I, Bambi?”

Cold dread visibly washed over your face as you went deadly quiet. Your hands began to abnormally shake. Steve just sat there and watched as your body went into emotional turmoil.

There wasn’t much you could have done, chained to the table, hyperventilating. It wasn’t even as if you could have stuck your fingers down your throat to throw it back up, fingers too far out of reach to even try. It didn’t stop you from dry heaving over the side of the table, retching loudly.

Eventually, the panic your body sent you in, along with your howling cries from despair allowed you to get worked up enough to throw up. Regurgitated meat mixed with bile landing on the carpet as Steve carried on eating - unfazed.

It took you a while for your body to finally relax, for your mind to comprehend what Steve just made you do. Sweat dripped down your face as you forced your body back upright, too weak to fully keep your eyes open as you hoarsely spoke.

“Why are you doing this?”

You looked defeated, body slumped with dark circles under your eyes, shivering like Steve hadn’t cranked the heating up.

Steve wiped his mouth. He understood you were an acquired taste, not for the lightheaded - you’d get used to it eventually though. He thought you were delicious, cleaning up his plate entirely.

He looked directly into your eyes after he finished eating, voice devoid of emotion. “Isn’t it obvious? I love you.”

Your reply is instant “No, you don’t.”

Darkness blackered his pupils. Body still and uptight as he went still. Steve pushed his plate away and leaned his forearms onto the table, never stopping staring as you squirmed in your seat.

“Don’t you ever question my love for you again. Do you hear me?”

You swallowed the presumed lump in your throat.

Steve couldn’t understand how you didn’t know how much he cared for you. You were here, eating in his dining room. He’d sacrificed customer sales by keeping you to himself. He loved you. You’d understand one day though. He’d make sure of it.

“Give it time, Bambi. I know you’ll learn to love me back.”

“And if I don’t?” There was one last inch of life in your eyes, a thin thread of hope holding on for dear life. Steve could see it clear as day, the embers in your irises dying out with each moment he took to answer.

He knew he had you then, the gut punch of his response blowing out the flame once and for all.

“Funny… you think you have a choice.”

[whorefortoxic]

[SMUT] SKIN ✧ Steve Kemp

Song Inspo

Word Count ✧ 1.7k

Warnings ✧ Meat (both of the edible kinds 😉), SMUT. TW!! Don't tell PETA

Authors Note ✧ I'm sick for this one.

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Refreshing mist discharged from the supermarket vegetable isle as my usual shopping took place. One bundle of spinach for my smoothies, three carrots for my dinner, and some grapes to rot in my fridge.

"You know, I've never figured out what to do with cucumbers," A deep and timbre voice approached me.

"I've heard they're great- in stew," I retorted, holding the strangely curved and elongated vegetable in my hand.

"Take me out to dinner first," He chuckles. I flailed the cucumber around.

His eyes lingered on me, his previous smile in a sunken state. It's like he was trying to decipher my joke.

Whew. Three minutes in and already bombarded with flattery. If he's lucky, I might actually fuck him with this cucumber.

We both relentlessly chuckled and lost our footing. He knelt low and used some random food display for support as laughter overtook him.

My embarrassing attempt at a pickup line was met with well reception as his beaming smile remained aglow. We were talking dirty in some desolate supermarket on a random Tuesday. Doesn't get kinkier than this.

The store's usual bustle of bodies was absent. The purple hues of the night sky battled with the orange glow of electric street lamps. Singular florescent lights were strung and flickered from the ceiling. The eerie absence of clacking and chatter made me dizzy.

The closest living thing to us in this supermarket was already slaughtered in the deli section.

"I was just about to head to the bathroom to apply this rash cream-" I stumbled through my words in a humorous attempt to lure him somewhere private, "Maybe you can come help me,"

Soft dimples pierced his face as strangled laughs emerged from deep inside him.

Our eye contact remains connected as my movement backwards prompted him to follow. The supermarket clutter rang with each hastening step.

As we passed the vegetable aisle together, our muffled laugher and item baskets draw the attention of the single cashier, perched across the supermarket floor. Her eyes lingered before disconnecting from our movement.

We kept laughing and quicken past the aisles.

The back wall of the store had dimmed lights and assorted services. All the deli and pastry counters stayed out of order as the night was upon us.

"Seems the butcher left us some room," Steve dragged me towards the deli counter as my body remained set on going to the private restroom.

His grasp remained strong against my arm as he urged me towards it, swiftly dodging my hesitation. This seemed too risky out in the open.

But life's all about new experiences.

I dragged on, picking up with his pace as we unlatched the chain separating the deli station from the general public.

Steve dodged around ensuring privacy. There was only one cashier in the store.

He grabbed my arm positioning me against the clear meat display, "I wanna fuck you right here,"

The weight of his strong body and gripping hands bared against me as his musk hit my nostrils.

10 minutes ago I learned his name, now I felt the outline of his cock press against the soft fabric of my pants.

His body weight pressed me against the glass meat display as he pinned my hands to the side. The soft closure of my lips lead Steve to gently bite and explore.

Warm and lucid swipes of his tongue pressed against my lips as I made my mouth agape.

A few minutes of intense eye contact and rough kisses lead to the release of my hands from his grip and the unbuckling of his belt. My newly released hands began to slide up my torso, lifting my shirt.

Each breath of his warm breath against me was countered with the prick of the cold supermarket air, brushing against my nipples as they hardened.

"We can't go further like this, here-"

He confidently chuckled at my statement, "Then let's go further back,"

With the graceful swoop of his arm I was propped up from my position against the glass, to a mobile state as he pulled me from the counter.

We rounded corners and passed the prepackaged livers, thighs, necks, backs and full bodies of dead animal. Each slab wrapped in a thin coat of plastic. Their slimy veneer was drenched in pink fluid and thick fat.

The sight wasn't appealing.

He noticed my discomfort, as the thought of voyeurism by dead meat began to turn me off.

"We can find somewhere more private," His low growling voice traveled from below my ears as he kissed my neck. Once releasing from me, he took another turn while grabbing my arm.

Silver and tarnished lamination surrounded the cold metal door, trapping in the bitter air.

Steve's muscularly carved and perfectly shaped arms began to dislodge the heavy door in attempt to open it.

A bone-chilling breeze hit our spines as the freezer door opened.

"After you, y/n,"

Steve held open the door for me as my careful stride led me inside the meat freezer.

Crystallized ice lined the chilled walls, incapsulating the preserved loads of beef. Several hooks descended from the box's ceiling, supporting the weight of entire meat slabs. Each slab had a pinkish red hue and light colored veiny fat surrounding the fleshy core.

My eyes ventured around the room as our silence was filled with the awkward hum of the cold box's fan. Steve stood, guarding the entrance from me exiting.

"Are you sure this is the best place, I'm sure the pasta isle is just as good,"

His crude demeanor doesn't fade in reaction to my joke. He stood strong against the frame of the door, carefully examining my adjusted stance.

My hands crossed in front of my chest to preserve heat. I felt small, like I needed to compact myself to preserve any heat.

"Take it off," His voice boasted off the confined walls of the meat freezer.

I quickly adjusted to his more 'sexy' demeanor, "Aren't you going to do that for me?". I curled my lips and activated a taunting gaze.

This served as an invitation. The daunting metal clang of the closed door generated much needed heat in the situation. Pushing me back with each step, Steve's hands began pushing up my shirt.

I was met with a hard resistance from our backwards walking. My back had made contact with something cold, fluid, dangling.

A large slab of meat was supporting my back as Steve pinned me against the form. His hands ventured from inside my shirt to my hips as he pressed my pelvis farther into the dangling meat.

His touch abruptly disconnected as I yearned for more. He noticed how desperate I was. My hands latched to the belt buckle of his pants.

With the raise of his hands, Steve grabbed hold of a spare, dangling meat hook from beside us. His rugged hands took a second to examine the sharpness. My breath quickened as I feared his next move.

I felt the cold, rusting meat hook contrast against the warm, and smooth skin around my clavicle. Steve seemed to enjoy teasing me with pain he could impose.

I nearly lost my breath and sight as the shredding rip took all of my attention. He started from the bottom, and began ripping my shirt with the meat hook.

The exposure of my chest left me feeling raw as the trashed garment began to fall to my feet.

"Now are you going to make me do that to your pants, or are you going to listen when I tell you to take them off?"

His eyes became fixated on my chest, almost as if he could see how rapid my heart was beating.

Slowly I released the elastic waistline from my hips and dragged the garment to meet my fallen shirt.

Not a single inch of my skin was unexposed. The rough textured frozen meat behind me became my only support as Steve regained control of my hips.

Rough nails dig into my flesh until the hue is comparable to that of raw meat. Each moan of displeasure or ease was met with harder, deeper kisses.

"Turn around," Steve commands. His hands guide me as my ass began to face him. My body was now facing the slab of meat as the rest of me was left exposed for his use.

My nipples began to harden as the cold meat made harsh contact. Steve's hands made rough dimples with his nails. Each claw released a moan from my mouth.

While my face was pressed against the meat hook'd flesh, I heard the grievous unzipping of Steve's pants. The cold air that consumed us was broken by his warmth entering me.

Each thrust reverberated off the refrigerated walls. Deeper, primal moans filled my ears as Steve stood behind me, desperately filling me.

His hands gripped onto my soft thighs as if they were handles. His thrusts were fueled as he pounded my ass into him. My cold, hard nipples generated friction against the frozen meat as my body forcefully lept with each thrust.

"You like it raw, y/n," His voice taunted and tapered as he kept pounding into me. He seemed out of breath as a moan cut his sentence off.

There wasn't a single word that could escape my mouth, only a whimperish, guttural response as his thrusts overtook me. I felt the tip of his head continuously push past the sweet spot inside me. My stance had to be widened to accommodate his entire length.

His last bit of warmth dredged inside me and dripped down my frozen thigh. A few last pumps solidified his cum inside me, each allowing more to be released.

Steve's soft cock slapped the back of my ass. I used my arms to push back against the supportive meat and lean onto Steve. My legs began to shake, whether from the cold or his cock.

My ass pressed against his pelvis as his hands twisted and pinched my rock hard nipples. He grinned as I looked up at him for approval.

"You're some of the best meat I've tasted in while, I wish I could eat you whole,"

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A/N - I'm vegan so this was the weirdest shit to write LMFAOOOO

[apricot1996]

Give me a Bucky fic with an alternative girl plz :(

Im sick of reading like I’m a girl with long hair and average clothing

I literally have a purple mullet and wear dark clothes lol