#Steve kemp smut

[avintagekiss24]

it’s the freak in me i wanna show ya

the details;

steve kemp x black!reader.

10,317 words.

18+ ONLY, DARK FIC, smut, Dom/sub dynamics, BDSM dynamics/punishment, mentions of cannibalism, some fresh spoilers, manipulation, degradation, edging, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, squirting, free use, vaginal fingering, oral sex (female receiving), breeding kink, slight daddy kink, forced pregnancy.

notes from the author;

he’s a dark mf, but i love him your honor. this is probably really self indulgent but 🤷🏾‍♀️. please enjoy!

credits;

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i want to swallow you, have you melt into me and flow through my veins.

~ han kang the vegetarian

Your stomach is in knots. Tight and in your throat. It’s been upset for days, the food he’s brought for you going untouched. Sleep is scattered— an hour here, thirty minutes there, bad memories jarring you back awake as soon as you start to really settle in. Bad girl. The words taunting you, haunting you, rattling back and forth in your brain, reminding you. Trying to run from me, girl? You think anyone can hear you out here?

The chain connected to the leather handcuff around your wrist scrapes along the floor as you pace back and forth, eyes darting around the modern room. You can’t go far— not even to the door— that’s part of the punishment for being a bad girl. A shorter chain. You stop, eyes falling to the floor as your lips part slightly, just breathing as your battered brain does gymnastics. He loves you. Takes care of you. You had nothing before me. You were nothing…

Slowly, your eyes lift to the wall in front of you, a beachscape painted from wall to ceiling. You tilt your head a little, eyes moving along the wall, the orange sky, the blue waves crashing. You remember the ocean. The smell of the salt in the air, the wet sand between your toes. That’s all over now— 

No. no. Steve loves you. You can’t think that way anymore— this is what’s best for you. Haven’t I been good to you?

Of course he’s been good to you. You’re alive aren’t you? Eating three square, healthy meals a day and if you’re really good, your favorite dessert after dinner. He washes your hair with the special shampoo you like and need— braids it for you with satin bows when he wants you to feel pretty. The cute little dresses and the flowers. He loves you. You need to stop with all these dramatics. Your old life means nothing now. You have him. What else could you need but me, sweetheart?

It’s been a long three days. Lonely. He hasn't visited once. Just has someone, you’re not even sure it’s him because they make you turn and face the corner, drop off your food and plenty of water. The hands that place the blindfold over your eyes while they lead you to the bathroom surely don’t feel like his— too rough, both physically and in demeanor to be the hands of a doctor. That makes you sad. And nervous. He’s so mad he doesn’t even want to look at you, or have you look at him. 

It’s unnerving, his silence. 

Your face breaks at the thought. A sob chokes up in your throat as you drop your head into your hands. You fall onto the small bed in the floor and bring your knees into your chest, hugging them with your arms as you bury your face and cry. Hard. Loud. Almost as hard as you did the first night you woke up down here after spending the first weekend with him. It was different then— you were different. That girl is slowly dying, although, there’s still flashes of her every now and again. She’s what got you into the mess you’re in now. 

Now you’re crying because you miss him. You want him to be happy, you want to make him happy. He’s good to you. He loves you. That’s what he tells you over and over and over. I’m keeping you because I love you. You’ll soon come to understand that, bunny. You’ll love me too. Promise.

You roll over onto your side, pull your knees back up into your chest and let the sadness, the worry, the nervousness wash over you, your body shaking with the tears. You want to be a good girl for him, want him to be proud of you. 

What is wrong with you! Next time he comes in here, you need to— 

You squeeze your eyes shut harder. Cover your ears with your hands, “Stop it, stop it, stop it,” you whisper. You can’t think like this anymore, not if you want this to work, “Leave me alone.”

Wake up! You’re stronger than this! Try again… run!

There’s footsteps in the hallway, you don’t really hear them though. You’re so mixed up, not really sure what’s real and what’s not anymore. Exhaustion and body aches, sore muscles from the fight… it’s got you all hazy. Your brain is just so tired. So weary. There’s still a little fight in there, somewhere deep but as the days pass— the hours, the minutes— it grows weaker and weaker. Steve’s words sinking in further and further. You were nothing before me. You need me. 

There are hands on your shoulders, jarring you back into the present. You shrink back, scrambling into the corner of the room, covering your face with your hands again. Your screams sound so strange to you now, you’re not sure why.

“Shh, shh, shhh. You’re okay— you’re okay.”

The arms pull you close, bring you right into a chest. Lips hover by your ear as you struggle against this person, his arm wrapping over your chest, hand curling around your shoulder. Another hand covers your mouth as he pulls you closer, lips at the shell of your ear again, “Shh, bunny. Shh. Stop being so dramatic.”

That voice. It’s him, he’s back. “Steve?” you whimper, “Steve?”

“It’s me, it’s me.”

You turn in his arms, throwing your hands around his neck and hugging him hard, “Steve,” you start crying harder, your words all mushing and slurring together, “I’msosorry, ple—please forgive m-me. I-I-I’m s-sorry.”

He rubs your back slowly, tucking his chin over your shoulder for a second or two before pulling back and grabbing your face in his warm hands. Tilting your head up, he strokes your bottom lip with his thumb, blue eyes bouncing back and forth between your red, heavy, swollen brown ones. His lips are in a tight line, eyes serious as they scan your face. Then he sighs, real deep. Slow. Thumbs still sliding over your lips and then caressing your chin. 

“I wish I could believe you, baby.”

Panic instantly rises in your body, your chest tightening, stomach twisting even more at the words, “You c-c-can. I’m s-sorry, Steve. P-please.”

He continues to stare at you, eyes dipping to your lips then back up to your eyes as you cry in front of him. As you beg. He’s so hard to read when he gets like this and you can’t help but let the dread you feel take over. Your shoulders slump, your head falling as Steve pulls his hands away. Sobs rack your body as you cover your eyes with your swollen hands, the skin over your knuckles broken and bruised from your daring escape. 

Something in you just wants to make him happy. His forced training is starting to work after all. 

You feel Steve stand and move away from you, but you’re still underneath his hard stare. He sighs heavy and hard again as he shoves his hands into his pockets. Staring at the orange carpet, you force out a shaky breath, trying and failing to focus it, “Please don’t leave me down here. Not all by m-myself. I can’t— I can’t take it any-more.”

It’s so weak. You’re so weak. Just how he wants you— how he likes you. So he smirks. 

He loves to win.

Silence falls over the two of you for a long while, so long it gets uncomfortable for you. You’ve been thinking about this moment for three days— well, two and a half. You don’t remember much after he slammed your head back into the glass window. Bad girl. This wasn’t how you thought it’d go. 

“Are you going to hurt me now?”

Steve laughs, shaking his head, “I told you, I’m not going to hurt you. I like you. That’s why I’m keeping you, but—”

“ — Please don’t hurt—”

“I wasn’t finished speaking,” he cuts you off, his face going hard, the words even harder. You snap your mouth shut immediately, dropping your eyes back to the carpet, “I’m not going to hurt you. The only reason it got so nasty a few days ago was because you hit me first, remember?”

“Steve—”

“ —Aht.” He wags his finger, “You hit me first, right?”

You sink further into yourself, wanting to disappear right into the floor, “Yes.”

“And you still haven’t apologized.”

“You haven’t let me,” you whimper, “I haven’t seen you in three days.”

Steve nods slowly, crossing his arms over his chest, “So it’s my fault now?”

“No!” you shriek, “That’s not— that’s not what I meant.” 

He cocks his head to the side, “Then apologize to me. Nicely.”

You hold your arms out without hesitation, wanting him closer. He takes a few steps, right to the edge of your bed— right to where the chain around your wrist has no slack— and stops. Without a word, you pull yourself up, take the three or four steps it takes to get to him before you get up on your tiptoes, wrapping your arms around his neck again.

“Please forgive me,” you whisper, blinking your wet eyes furiously, staring back at that scenic beach painted on the walls, “Please Steve. You’re all I have.”

Steve keeps his hands in his pockets, but you feel his breath hitch in his chest as your words fall over him. And something in you stirs. Just that little slip up from him, the smallest of breaths, makes you feel a little better. He still cares. 

He still loves you, maybe. 

And that maybe is just what you need right now. 

He pulls away from you again, puts more distance between your bodies but grabs your cheeks, squeezing hard, “Are you gonna be good if I let you shower?” you nod, “Words. I need to trust you.”

“Yes. I promise.”

“Promise?”

You nod again, this time, more convincingly, “Yes. I promise.”

Steve searches your eyes for a few seconds more, still reading you, still wanting to be assured that you won’t try any shit again because if you do— then he’ll have to hurt you. And he doesn’t want to do that. He sweeps his fingers over your forehead, moving away your curly hair, brushing the tips over the cut just over your left eye. You wince, the salt of his fingers stinging the fresh wound and he shrinks back.

“Don’t make me hurt you, and I won’t. Got it?” He asks soft, “Turn around, lemme see the back of your head.”

You turn in his hands and let him push your thick hair apart, peeling it away until he gets to your scalp, eyeing his handiwork, “The stitches look good. You’ll be healed up in no time. Now, go shower. I’ll wait for you by the door.”

You whip around, eyes going wide as your mouth falls open in genuine surprise, “You’re not going to shower with me?”

“You don’t deserve that yet.” he answers quickly, grabbing your wrist and turning it over in his hand before grabbing the key from his left pocket. The metal chain falls to the ground with a thud once he pops the lock, making you jump slightly, “Go. Now.”

Your stomach falls to your feet. He’s still so disappointed. 

You’re starting to really hate that.

—

You wrap the fluffy white towel around your torso as you step out of the shower. It’s amazing what a hot shower can do for your mood. It’s not super high, but you feel better than what you did twenty minutes ago. Cleaner. Physically anyway. You pop open the door to find Steve leaning against the wall, a white box tied with a red ribbon in his hands. 

“See how much I love you, honey? Even when you’re mean to me I buy you presents.”

A smile cracks onto your face, “For me?”

“All for you,” he smiles, handing it to you, “Look at that pretty smile. That’s what I like to see. Open it up.”

You untie the box slowly, Steve taking the lid from you once it’s free of the ribbon, his eyes on you intently as he pull out the soft, blue satin dress, “Steve,” you let out a breath as a warmth spreads through your body, “It’s, it’s beautiful. Thank you.”

“You like it?”

“Of course I do,” you reach for him, hugging him tight again, “Thank you so much.”

He reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a small jar of your favorite body creme, “I pay attention, don’t I?”

You nod again, unable to wipe the smile from your face, “Yes. Thank you.”

With a tap on your hip, he tips his head toward your room, silently telling you to hurry. And hurry you do. Steve keeps his eyes on you the entire time, arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the wall as you smooth the lotion over your skin. Arms, chest, stomach, legs, back, your spirits lifting ever so slightly again. 

“Are there any panties with this? A bra?” You ask, turning slightly to glance at him over your shoulder.

Steve shakes his head, pushing away from the wall, “Nope.” He moves towards you, taking the dress from your hands to bunch it up, “Arms up.”

Turning towards him, a little bashful underneath his strong gaze, you lift your arms up, ducking your head some as he slides the smooth material over your body. He picks at it, pulls gently to get it sitting just right on your body before he steps back and looks you over. He reaches out, grabs one of your nipples between his thumb and index finger to give it a little playful squeeze, “I love these, you know.” he smiles wide, “Maybe one day we’ll get them pierced, hmm?”

He chuckles when you grab his hand and lift it to cover your face. He slips again, pulling you in close to pepper your forehead with a kiss or two, “Silly girl. Come, I’m hungry.”

Steve offers his hand and you greedily take it, lacing your fingers with his, bringing the back of his hand to your lips. You kiss the front of his hand, once, twice, three times, just to reassure him that you aren’t going to do what you did last time. That girl is gone. 

I’m still here, bitch. You need to run. Now.

Well, she’s almost gone. You swallow hard and grip Steve’s hand harder as the two of you walk side by side, down the long corridor towards the kitchen. There’s a slight breeze as you walk— the light curtain blowing soft in the wind seeping in from the broken window. You cut your eyes towards the wall, the random piece of art that used to hang there now sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall. A few shards of glass from the frame still littering the hardwood floor. 

Steve tightens his grip. 

The two of you push past the living room. A new lamp sits in the place of the old one you launched at his head just days before. Your feet start to sting as you move, all cut up from running through broken glass and rocks and twigs once you made it outside. It was stupid; you were stupid. 

“I just want to take care of you!” you heard him scream as you ducked behind a tree, your heart pounding, “You fuckin’ bitch— I’m sorry! I’m fuckin— get back here!”

Once at the threshold of the kitchen, Steve whips you around his body, sending you deeper into the room, spinning on the balls of your feet. You laugh a little— maybe he’s lightening up. When you come to a stop, you turn to face him, your bottom lip between your teeth, a warmth spreading through your skin. You’re a little dizzy, so… light between the sleep deprivation you’ve forced on yourself and not eating for days on end. 

You find him smiling softly. Head tilted a little, a dreamy look in his eyes. This is the first time you notice how nice he looks tonight. A black button down shirt tucked into gray slacks. Black dress shoes. His dark hair is parted and combed— not the usual fingers through it once or twice. He dressed up for you. That makes you smile harder, fuller. 

Don’t let him win. This isn’t right and you know it. Be strong.

Your head ticks slightly. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up! 

Steve smiles at you bigger too and your stomach does a little flip. He’s so handsome— but within the blink of an eye, literally, his smile is gone. His eyes and lips hard again, as he crosses his arms over his chest again. He pushes his chin forward, tips his head back, his lids low over his eyes so he can glare down at you through his lashes, “Take your dress off.”

You swallow hard, “W-what?”

“You heard me. Take it off.”

The sharpness of his tone cuts you to the quick, sending a chill through you. You don’t dare take your eyes off of him as fear ripples through your body, but your fingers scratch at your thighs, bunching the material in your hands. Slowly, you pull the dress upward, over your head. Nerves fill you again as you stand stark naked in front of him, gripping the dress tight in your hands, butterflies, the nervous kind, fluttering in your stomach. Your heartbeat in your ears. 

The sound of his shoes clicking against the floor floods your senses as you blink furiously at him, your mouth falling open as he steps right up to you. Towering over you. He pulls the dress from your hands and takes a deep breath, filling his nose with your scent before he speaks, “You’re going to make my dinner. Then you’re going to sit by my side and watch me eat— and if you’re a really good girl and ask nicely, I might let you lick my plate when I’m done, understand?” 

Tears fill your eyes as you nod, a single hot stray slipping down your cheek. He grabs your chin again, pushing your face up towards his, “Use your words.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

A sob slips out quick, but you swallow the one behind it that threatens to follow, “Yes, I understand.”

He grabs your face in his hands again, his thumbs sweeping underneath your eyes to wipe away the wetness, “Good girls don’t cry, okay? I’m not going to hurt you, I promise. It hurts me that you still don’t trust me.”

You reach for his hands, wrapping your fingers around his wrists, holding on tight, “I trust you, I do. You’re just so mad at me.” You cry soft, dipping your head and nuzzling into his big palm.

“Oh, sweetie,” he purrs, “It’s all gonna be okay, you just have to learn to be a good girl.” Steve bops your nose with his index finger, punctuating his words, “Bad girls get eaten, and I don’t want to eat you and I certainly don’t want to sell you off to my clients,” he smiles again, kinda sinister, “This body’s too perfect to cut up.”

You smile at the compliment, “You think so?”

“Oh baby, I’m a plastic surgeon, I know so. Women pay for bodies like yours every day, you’re so lucky.” The warmth is back. Spreading like lava from the tips of your toes to the very top of your head, “But you’re going to have to learn the hard way.” He leans in real close again, his lips at your ear, “This is what punishment looks like, darling,” he whispers, “Hands, please.”

Your eyes go sad again but, you lift your hands gently, push them out and watch as he slips the brown leather cuffs over your hands and locks them up with the key. The chain between them is longer than the usual one, so you can cook and such. You’ve fucked up five months of training, of trust, but maybe you’ll work back up to walking around freely. Maybe.

Then he’s gone, back facing you as he disappears back into the living room. The radio starts seconds later, something kind of slow and old. Something you haven’t heard since you were a kid. In the car with your mom, your window down. The sun shining, wind whipping you in the face as you hum.

So raise your hands to heaven and pray

That we’ll be back together someday

You’re on autopilot now. Moving towards the fridge, opening the door to reveal the neatly arranged refrigerator. Green kale, yellow squash, black cherries, brown eggs. White milk poured from the original carton into a crystal pitcher. Red meat. Neatly packaged and labeled with the cleanest handwriting you’ve ever seen for a doctor. You pick up the saran wrapped foam tray, fingers trembling as you bring it eye level. Three letters written in black sharpie. Noa. 

You’re surprised at what floods through you as you read the name over and over again. Jealousy. He’s told you about her many times— never let the two of you see each other though. He told you how he thought she was different too. His two pretty girls. Anger flashes through you at the thought of her being in this kitchen, cooking for Steve and vice versa. Fucking Steve. Bathing with Steve. 

You slam the door and turn on your heel. 

Spaghetti and meatballs it is. 

—

The song has changed a few times. Something upbeat plays now, West End Girls by Pet Shop Boys. This one you know well. Steve made his way back into the kitchen a song ago, humming and singing loudly, even dancing as he moves around you, plucking silverware and random utensils from the drawers to set the table. Snaps his fingers to the beat as he rolls his hips softly while standing in front of his wine cabinet, contemplating on which red to enjoy this evening. 

Your spaghetti sauce bubbles in the pot as you stir it slowly, sprinkling in the fresh garlic and onion. After a dash of salt, you lift the wooden spoon to your lips, tasting the sauce and humming happily to yourself when the flavors explode on your tongue. 

Eyes are on you again. The small hairs on your naked body standing on end after you start to become aware of the constant gaze again. You swallow, kinda hard, but keep your attention on the sauce, turning down the flame so you can start to form the meatballs. Clicks of expensive shoes against hardwood fills the kitchen and then there’s a chest crushed against your back. A nose in your hair, taking in another deep breath of your expensive shampoo. Warm fingers slither around your naked sides, gripping the meat of your body before pushing around to your stomach, grabbing more of you. 

Another hand cups your right tit, squeezing hard, finding your nipple to roll it slowly. With his nose still in your hair, he sways you back and forth with him to the music. Hums along with it as the hand around your waist slips further down, fingers pushing between your folds, stroking gently. He releases your tit to stretch his arm over your chest and wrap his fingers over your shoulder as he takes another step into you, rubbing his cock against your ass. 

You slam your eyes closed, a hum whirring in the back of your throat as your body starts to react to his touch. Slippery and wet in no time, the sound of your slick filling your ears when he pushes two fingers inside. You moan, throwing both hands outward to grip the edge of the counter.

A large palm cups your chin, fingers digging into your cheek as he yanks your head upward, “Toys don’t make noise, slut.” he growls into your ear, tone low and threatening, “This is for me, not you. Understand? Nothing tonight, or any night in the near future, is for you. Not until I say so.”

His fingers keep fucking into you. Real quick pushes. But his fingers don’t leave your body, no, he keeps them inside of you the entire time. His palm keeping a steady pressure against your clit.  A thigh, Steve’s thigh, pushes between your legs to get them to open just as he drags that wet tongue back up along your neck, right to the back of your ear.

“Tell me when you’re about to come— and don’t burn my sauce.”

Only then does he pull his fingers from you, just to stroke your clit with his thumb. Your shaky arms return to stirring your tomato sauce, swallowing hard again as you check the flame, turning it even lower. Steve peeks at you over your shoulder, a small smile on his face as he watches you struggle, his fingers rubbing slow circles against you. Finding your nipples again with his free hand, knowing how sensitive they are and how much you like him to play with them. 

“That meat isn’t going to cook itself,” he warns. 

You nod quickly, wiping at your forehead with the back of your hand. 

Little pangs of electricity start to bounce through you. Stomach going tight and then relaxing, hips bucking ever so soft as Steve starts to hit that little spot. Right when it starts to feel good. You rip into the saran wrap with two fingers and grab a chunk of the meat. It’s soft between your hands, freshly ground no doubt. 

You roll it gently between your palms, grabbing just a little more to make a bigger meatball before you reach for some oil. It sizzles when you pour it into the pan, the oil. Pops with the heat. Your chest tightens suddenly, a deeper pang rippling through you as Steve flattens his fingers, thrashes them faster back and forth, back and forth, back and forth against your clit. You bare down and sink your teeth into your bottom lip to keep quiet as your hips roll into his hand. Jesus. 

Two meatballs, three, four, five, six. Number seven and then eight until the foam tray is empty. You plop them one by one into the hot oil, a faster, angrier sizzle filling the kitchen as the song changes again. 

“Ooh,” Steve laughs, snapping his fingers, “C’est La Vie, I love this song.”

It’s all a jumbled mess to you. The music, his voice. Your heart is in your throat as your vision tunnels to the meatballs and sauce, trying to stay present. Not give in to the feeling pooling in your belly. The cool air from the air conditioning makes everything worse. Goosebumps pop up along your skin from the heat of the stove, the heat of your arousal spreading through you, and then the sudden whoosh of the cold. Steve can feel it. Knows your body pretty well after all this time. So his fingers start moving faster over your clit, teeth nibbling on your earlobe before they bite down into your shoulder. 

Your hips jerk forward, your head falling back on his shoulder real quick before you throw it back forward. You’re stark still for a second, two, three. Eyes slammed closed, hands gripping the counter and the wooden spoon for dear life. The ripples are coming faster now, one not fully washed away before the second is rolling through. Sweat pops up on your brow. Breath hitches in your chest as it builds. Higher, faster as you force air out between your teeth. 

A low hum slips out, vibrates in your throat as your eyes flutter. Your clit stings from the constant contact, jumps once or twice at the onslaught. It’s so close you can taste it. Lurking just below the surface, a minute more and you’ll be a howling, squirting mess. That’s okay, baby. I like a squirter. 

“I’m gonna come,” you force out between heavy panting, “S-Steve, I’m g-gonna come.”

And just like that. All the pressure, the touching, his chest crammed to your back, hard cock rubbing. It’s all gone. You find the energy to push the meatball around the pan before leaning forward, resting your palms on the counter as your hot, wet cunt throbs— begs for a release. Steve sucks his fingers clean behind you, loudly, with a little pop as he pulls them from his mouth and wipes them dry on your thigh. 

There’s no praise. No sweet epithets or words of encouragement for doing the right thing and telling him you were about to come. No. There’s just a slap on the ass before he throws his arm around your neck, catching your chin in the crook of his arm, “I own you. This cunt,” he grabs your sex, cups it real hard, “I own this filthy little cunt, got it? You are mine to do with what I please.” he falls silent, blinking at the side of your face a few times, “Good girl or bad girl, you’re mine.”

His fingers start rubbing again, real slow, slipping along your clit and teasing your opening, “How much longer until dinner’s ready?”

“Um,” you stutter, “Uh, I just uh,” you shut your eyes again quick, humming soft, “I just gotta cook the noodles. Not long.”

“Enough time for me to use you?”

Your brown eyes pop open. Chest still rising and falling hard as the sound of his belt buckle being undone stuffs your ears, “Yes.” It’s simple, your answer. Quick and quiet, “Just let me get the water boiling.”

He allows you to slip out from between him and the counter, over to the sink. Shaky hands hold the glass measuring cup underneath the stream of water before pouring it into the pan. Purposed steps carry you back to the stove, Steve still standing there, watching every move you make as you set the pot on the back burner and turn the knob, igniting the flame underneath it. You add a dash of salt to help it boil and then you both just wait. Stand there, staring at it. Almost willing it to start bubbling. 

Once the water is dancing, bubbling soft, there’s movement behind you again. The sound of his belt sliding against the material of his slacks, in and out of each loop. The pop of a button, the slow zip of his zipper coming down. All the while you reach for the box of spaghetti noodles, breaking it open and dumping them into the water. 

Warm hands are on your hips. Guiding you over a step or two before fingers slide up your spine and slip over your shoulder. He lifts your leg. Bends it at the knee and places it on the counter before bending you forward. Another round of shivers ripple down your spine and throughout your body as his warm cockhead pushes through your sticky folds. Then he’s pushing, just at your opening. He grabs the back of your neck, squeezes, as he pushes inside so easy.

“What a fucking whore,” he muses, letting out a deep breath, “This is all—” he grunts low as he slips all the way in, his stomach flat against your ass, “ —all you’re good for—” sucks a gulp of air in through his teeth before pushing it out real slow, “ —this is all bad girls are good for, understand?”

You nod again. Quickly. Keeping your bottom lip between your teeth as you take him. He fills you up good. Deep. And you’re so ready, needy and wet, hot and swollen. Extra sensitive to his fingers playing with your clit again. But you don’t dare make a sound, nope. Not one. You just knaw on your lip as you bounce off of Steve’s stomach, your nipples grazing the marble countertop with each pass, adding to the sensation of it all.

“This fuckhole,” he pants, his hands moving back down to grip your waist, “This dirty little needy hole was made for me and only me. You know that deep down, don’t you— ah, fuck.”

It’s getting unbearable. You’re hot all over, tingly, sweaty. The urge to reach between your legs and rub your clit, to tease that little nub until it spasms, until your walls are clamping about Steve’s cock so you can milk him… it’s… hard to ignore. You have to ball your fists to physically stop yourself. Slow breaths, in and out, in and out. This isn’t for you. 

Steve yanks you up suddenly, crushing his chest into your back, craning your head towards the ceiling, a fist full of your hair. Teeth are on your skin again. Nipping and biting as he fucks into you. Fingers finding your tits again, groping and squeezing, tweaking thick nipples until you're grinding your teeth, trying to keep quiet— trying to be a good girl. 

You’re convinced Steve can read your mind. Months of his training is working both ways. He snakes his long arm down your body, real slow, between your tits, down your soft belly, right until his fingers are hovering above your sex— the tips just barely touching your clit. He keeps them there, just there, to tease you more. His pounding hips thrusting you forward, pushing you into the smallest, sweetest, delicate little touch from the pads of his fingers against your tingly clit. And with it comes the pangs in your stomach, the electric charges racing through your veins. 

You curl your lips to speak his name, to let him know you’re about to come again but there’s no need. Steve grips your waist, hard, his nails digging into the meat of your sides. His octave raises just a hair, his grunts louder, hips losing control of their smooth delivery. He slams into you one last time and just holds there for a second, cock rooted deep as he starts to spurt.

He starts fucking into you again, ribbon after ribbon of silk filling you up as he releases. You flatten your palms on the countertop to hold your weight, letting your mouth fall open and silently counting to ten to keep the mere sound of him coming from making you come all over him. The chain between the leather handcuffs slapping against the wooden cabinets below.

After he’s done, milked, his heavy head falls to your shoulder, lips grazing your shoulder blade, “Whew,” he mutters before pushing out a quick breath and shaking his head, “Mmm.”

He pulls out of you and stumbles back into the island, leaving a string of cum and slick hanging from your cunt. You swallow hard again, tilting your head towards the ceiling, blinking as you focus your breaths. Then, you pick up the wooden spoon. Stir the cooking pasta— albeit with a shaky hand. Check the sauce to make sure it’s not burning.

Like a good girl.

There’s no more talking between the two of you as you finish up his dinner. Steve cleans himself up and moves back towards the kitchen table, leaving you a mess while plating his food. Cum dribbles from your cunt. Slips down the inside of your thigh, strings of your slick hanging between your swollen, hot folds. It’s degrading, the whole scene. You, bare naked, him fully dressed. Cum dripping from your used cunt as he just sits there, all dressed up and clean, watching you approach with his spaghetti. 

You set his plate in front of him, leave again for just a moment to slice into the fresh loaf of French bread, butter them up and bring him two slices. Pour his wine.

Steve smiles up at you, “Thank you, bunny,” he says, picking up his knife and fork. Then he just points, down at the floor by his side. 

You fall to your knees. Scootch a little closer to his side. 

“Aht, aht,” he tisks gently, spinning his plate to get it just right before picking up his fork and knife. He taps on the table, “I wanna be in your mouth while I eat.” You stare at him with wide eyes, lips parting a little as he slices into a meatball and pops it into his mouth.

Your eyes drift down his side and to his lap, his pants still splayed open from his use of you in the kitchen. You can’t help but blink back up at him as he sits there, spinning his fork looped with spaghetti into his spoon. He keeps his eyes straight forward, as if you aren’t even there, as he takes another bite. Chewing slow. Exhaling happily. The song in the background changes again— something slower. Richard Marx maybe? 

Next thing you know, you’re crawling. Underneath the table, propping up on your knees again in front of him. The clinks and scrapes of his silverware against the plate sound from above, the soft click of his wine glass connecting with the tabletop after he takes a sip. 

Your fingers take over, skipping up his thighs and to his open fly, warmth finding warmth. Steve doesn’t skip a beat when you pull him from his boxers, still semi hard, veins just barely pressing against the delicate, thin skin. You open up and take him in. Just like that. Pushing forward, so close now that his knees press into your shoulders. 

It takes a minute for you to adjust. Find the right position that’s comfortable. The awkwardness of what to do with your hands fading as you just rest them in your lap. You blink steadily as he takes up the space in your mouth and flattens your tongue to the bottom of your mouth. It’s strange, just having his cock there, without sucking, licking, spitting, slobbering on it. You raise your eyes a bit, just to his chest, focus on the soft inhales and exhales he takes. The silverware on the plate, the wine glass lifting and clicking back down, him moaning a little as he devours the meal you’ve prepared. Almost as if he’s completely unaware that his cock is in your mouth and that he’s eating a woman. 

Something in you, somewhere deep, starts to stir. Warmth blooms in your belly, across your flesh as you start to go all slick again. There’s something intimate about this. About the degradation of it. You could curl your tongue around him right now. Really form your lips around his cock and get him all hard and ready again. Lick him to his mushroom head, and then pull him all the way inside again. Right until he’s at the back of your throat. You could use your hands— grip his thighs, dig your nails in. Hold that little waist of his as you suck him off while he eats. 

Maybe he wouldn’t even acknowledge it. Just keep eating, keep humming right along to the song as he pushes his bread around the plate, sopping up the rest of your sauce and whatever’s left of Noa. Yeah. Something deep starts to stir.

Or maybe he’d be angry. Maybe he’d yank you up from your place on the floor, grab you up in his big hands, tell you how bad of a girl you are— how you just don’t learn. Then he’d throw you on the table. Spread your legs real wide and run his fingers through your folds. Push them in real slow, tease your asshole with his thumb. Without warning, he’d just slam into you, a hand against the back of your head, pinning you down. Using you like the little doll you are. 

A moan escapes at the thought of it and you feel Steve hitches just a bit. The vibration of your little noise sending a tremor up his spine and right to his balls. He even jumps a little in your mouth. A smile tugs at the corners of your mouth. 

You’re a mess again. All wet and drippy, stomach tight. You adjust and then readjust under the table, thighs starting to burn. Steve likes to savor each and every one of his meals, you see. There’s a clattering of his utensils onto the plate, the slurp of the last drop of wine being swallowed and then he just pushes away from the table. Out of your mouth. You fall forward and catch yourself with your hands. The fantasy in your head dissolves like a sugar cube in water. 

Turning your head, you watch him move into the kitchen, pour another glass of wine. He washes his plate. Pops back into the fridge and starts pulling things out, “You’re a lucky girl,” he calls, “A very, very lucky girl. Come, sit.”

You crawl out, move to the bar, slide into the seat as something starts to sizzle in the pan in front of him. A lobster tail.

“Ah, no, I don’t do meat,” you smiled back at him in that dim little bar, “Pescatarian.”

You feel his eyes on you again and pull yours up, blink quick, “A very lucky girl, indeed.” He smiles.

—

Steve watches you eat, pushes you to finish it all— the lobster, the little bit of pasta that was left over now doused with olive oil and a little basil, the small side salad. Makes you drink a full glass of water— gotta replenish your fluids, baby. 

“Good girl,” he smiles when you finish the glass, “Now, I want you to wash your dishes, one by one.”

“Ok—”

“ — I’m not finished,” he warns, his tone making you snap your lips shut again, “Between each dish, I want you to touch yourself, but you don’t get to come, understand?”

You swallow hard. Blink nervously back at him, before dropping your head, “O-okay. Yes.”

Steve reaches out, catches your chin with his knuckles and tilts your head back up. His thumb caresses your chin as his eyes bounce back and forth between yours, “You were a bad girl and this is how bad girls get treated.” You nod, try and drop your head again but he yanks it back into place, squeezes your cheeks, “I trusted you and you disappointed me, remember?”

Tears cloud your eyes as you nod again, “I remember, I’m sorry—”

“ — shh, shh, shh, don’t cry,” he whispers, “Just do as I say.”

He drops your chin from his hand. Leans back into his chair and rests his arm over the back of the stool. Cocks his head. That’s your cue. 

You draw your right leg up first, flattening your foot on the seat of the barstool. Then the other, spreading yourself open, putting your used cunt on full display. Shaky fingers find your clit, your soft touch rather calming as your nerves and anxiety starts to peak again. It won’t take long, you’re so worked up and ready after being teased and touched and denied for the evening. You start rubbing anyway, electricity sparking in your stomach instantly. 

Pat, pat, pat, your fingers flat against your clit as you slap at yourself before rubbing again, slick coating your digits. Your tits bounce and jiggle as your hand gets faster, the feeling building hard and quick. You cup your left tit, pull on your nipple as your hips push forward into your thrashing hand— up and down, back and forth, flesh hot and sticky and swollen.

Steve’s trusting you to get this right. The very thought makes you moan. You want to make him happy, gain his trust back so you push further. Push yourself right to the brink. Right to where you can feel your heart in the back of your throat. Right to where your release is rippling up and down your spine. Right to where the synapses are snapping so quick, so hard that there’s no time for the feeling to recede, another wave of electricity rolling in on top of the other.

You’re moaning and gasping, the filthy sound of your wet cunt filling the kitchen, hips pushing and pulling and when it’s right there— right where one more thrash, rub, slap would pluck you like a ripe fruit— you stop. You let your head fall back and your mouth hang as you drag in deep breaths, humming low while you exhale, trying to bring yourself back down. Your two feet hit the floor and you stand— with help, having to brace your still handcuffed hands on the counter to steady yourself. Two blue eyes follow you around the counter and to the sink.

It continues like that for every utensil you used for dinner. Plate, fork, knife, cup, bowl. You’re trembling now, hot all over, needy, achy— confused. Your mind is spinning, blurry, fuzzy. The heat, the wet between your legs, the sting. Those eyes. Unwavering. Just staring at you as you hold your hands underneath the warm stream of water, trying to finish cleaning this stupid bowl. 

A sob chokes up in your throat, honestly catching you by surprise. The bowl in your hands clanks against the sink when you drop it, your hands flying to your mouth and face so you can hide. You’re sobbing, all six months of this hell culminating into this moment and spilling over. 

“I ca-can’t do this,” you sob, the words barely discernible, “I’m sor-sorry, i’m— i’m so confused— i’m so,” 

A warmth wraps around you within seconds. Arms, a chest, lips. A soft murmur in your ear. You’re lifted right off of your feet, your legs pulled around his waist, a large palm cradling the back of your head while the other slips up and down your naked back. You wrap your suddenly heavy arms around his neck and bury your face into him, let him carry you away. Down another hallway. Into a room— his room. 

A softness then surrounds you, a comforter and pillows. They smell like him. It’s nice. Steve disappears into the bathroom, leaving you all alone in this big bed… the door cracked. 

Now’s your chance! Run!

“I’m sorry, bunny,” you turn your head towards his voice wafting from the bathroom, “I pushed too hard tonight, didn’t I?”

You blink, your eyes stinging and puffy, and then he’s there, leaning against the door frame. Greedy eyes skip down his bare frame. Smooth, bare skin. Abs. Little black boxer briefs hugging his small waist… and that nagging voice, the last little bit of fight you had left, sinks away. 

“I don’t,” he sighs before rubbing his forehead with his fingers, “I don’t like doing this to you, but you make me. You know that right? You make me do these things.”

You just start to cry harder.

Steve pushes away from the door frame, keeping his eyes on you as he saunters towards the bed and lays next to you. He cradles your cheek in his palm again, his thumb pushing back and forth over your lips as he blinks back at you. Then he kisses you, real soft. Slow. It makes your eyes flutter all stupid. He rolls on top of you, his weight pinning you to the mattress as his tongue pushes into your mouth, massages yours, licks at the roof. 

You feel like a feather as Steve works his way down your body. His lips and mouth nipping at your skin, licking, kissing down, down, down. Between your breasts, down your stomach as he spreads your legs with his knees. He sits up, up on his knees and tilts his head again as he looks down at you, a soft smile on his face.

“This is what it’s about you know,” he says soft, running his fingers between your tits, “It’s about giving.”

Steve grabs your bound hands and pulls them toward him, resting them over his heart. You sit up, your eyes wide as you blink at him.

“It’s about giving yourself over to somebody. Becoming one with somebody else, forever and that’s…” Steve drops his head, his eyes following your hands as they slide down his sides and dip into his boxers. A sharp breath pulls through his teeth when your lips meet his stomach, right above the band of his boxers as you start to pull them down, “That’s a beautiful thing.”

He cups your face in his hands and kisses you again, “That’s surrender,” he whispers, his lips brushing against yours he’s so close, “That’s love.”

You nod, all stupid and naive, batting your big eyes and breathing heavy, “I understand.”

Steve kisses you again, deep and slow, his tongue sliding along the roof of your mouth. He grabs your top lip between his and sucks real soft, “Do you love me, bunny?” He whispers.

A hum vibrates in your throat, through your chest that’s now rising and falling harder and faster. He’s so hot and cold, you’re angry and scared but so needy and clingy all wrapped up into one. You want all of his attention, but none of it at all. You want to go home but when you have the chance to run, you stay.

You want to hate him. Hate his hands around your neck, his lips on your skin… but your cunt aches for him now. Tightens around nothing but the thoughts of him moving down that corridor for you in the middle of the night. Wets with the longing for his fingers in your mouth. Clenches for those filthy names that roll off his tongue. 

You have to blink away from him. The tears are filling your eyes again and god, you don’t want to disappoint him again. It’s just so confusing. 

Steve laughs at the sight of your internal struggle. It’s low, rumbles through his chest, but he’s so delighted, “Aw honey,” he purrs as his thumbs sweep underneath your eyes, wiping away the wetness, “Honey, honey, honey, it’s okay— it’s okay. I’ll take care of you.”

The words still don’t come. They’re stuck between your mind and throat somewhere. Maybe the fight isn’t all the way dead yet.

“I know what you need,” Steve nods slow before he bops your nose with his finger. 

He lays you back, his big hand cupping the back of your head all the way until it meets the pillow. Then he’s crawling over you. Knocking your knees apart with his so he can muzzle in between. Collects your legs with his hands, throws them over his shoulders as he flattens his body against the mattress. You gasp when he drags the tip of his nose along your stomach, from hip to hip, his lips snagging your skin at random intervals. 

“Look at you,” he whispers after kissing the inside of your thigh, “You’re so,” he kisses you again, this time a little lower, closer to your swollen sex, “Wet for me.”

You draw your legs together around his head as he punctuates his words with his fingers— slipping three of them all the way in, “God, you always take me so easy, sweetheart.”

Steve’s wet tongue joins the party before you’re even ready for it, your brain already turning to mush from just his fingers. It slips through your folds as he pumps his fingers slowly and flicks against your achy clit before he sucks the nub into his mouth. Your hips push into his face, a long, breathy moan escaping your mouth as you finally start to get a little pleasure after the past few days. 

His fingers curl inside to stroke your wet, soft walls. He leans back a little, disconnecting his face from your pussy with a smack to watch his thick fingers go in and out, his thumb taking the place of his tongue and lips on your clit. Steel eyes skipping up to your face as he puckers his lips, blowing warm air against sticky skin. Warm, wet lips find your thigh again. Steve presses one, two, three, four sloppy kisses before his teeth snag your skin— a quick nip before he sits up and drags you down to the edge of the bed. 

On his knees, he grabs your right leg and throws it over his shoulder while hooking his arm under your left, his fingers digging into the meat of your thigh. You push up onto your elbows to watch as he buries his face in your cunt again, shaking his head back and forth, smacking on you loud. He starts flicking his tongue again as your hips roll. Pushes his three fingers back in and jams them harder and faster. 

Your head falls back as you squeak from the pressure building in your stomach. Your hips take on a rhythm of their own, bucking into Steve’s face as you pull yourself up, cupping his head in your palm. He hums against your skin to send vibrations through you, sending your octave higher and higher. You start pulling at your nipple, rolling it gently as you bite down into your bottom lip. Curse words and hisses fall from your mouth as the coil inside starts to unravel with every lick, every suck, every jab of his fingers. 

Strained thighs start to shake from the tension building in your body. You’re a moaning mess; your hips almost uncontrollable as his tongue starts sneaking inside your slit, right along with his fingers. Steve’s making a meal of you all the while, smacking loud, shaking his head back and forth, leaving back just long enough to slap your pussy with his wet fingers before rubbing your clit and plunging back into you with them. 

You gasp when his tongue travels to your taint and circles your rim, causing your hips to snap again. He’s lapping at your cunt within seconds, pushing that sneaky tongue down to your taint and asshole every so often, pushing you closer and closer to the edge of your collapse.

“Fuck, Steve,” you breathe, letting your head fall again, “I’m gonna cum, baby— I’m gonna—” just as you're about to give into it— the electricity, the rushing pressure— you freeze. Your fuzzy brain sharpening in an instant. 

You’re unsure of what to do. 

He hasn’t… told you what to do yet. 

You try and relax— pull it back by releasing a slow, steady breath between your teeth. This is a test. He’s testing you. If you weren’t sure before, you certainly are now that those eyes are on you again, his fingers slowing just a tad, his lips still wrapped around your clit. He pushes his fingers deep, keeps them there real still for a second or two before he curls them again and just starts stroking your insides. Quick and repeatedly against the same little spot. All the while, staring up at you as he sucks on your sweet little nub. 

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip again, hips pushing hard into his face before you can stop them, “I’m, mmph, I’m close. Ca-can I cum this time?”

“Mmm,” he groans, pulling away from your pussy, chin and mouth wet and shiny as he flips his eyes down to your puffy cunt, “Ask me nic—”

“—Please? Can I cum this time, Steve? Pleaseplease?”

He chuckles at your eagerness, “What a good girl you are. Yes bunny, you can cum this time.”

Your heart soars at the news. Steve slaps your clit again before diving back in, flattening his tongue against your slit, the tip just catching the edge of your little hole. He’s moaning against you as he sucks your clit back into his mouth, shaking his head back and further with fervor. You cradle the top of his head with your hand again and finally give yourself permission to relax, to give all the way in. That you deserve this after being a bad girl. 

Within minutes, you’re soaring again, like Icarus against the sun. You’re panting, squirming, writhing, hips snapping against his tongue and lips and mouth. When it snaps, that little, hot coil that’s buried deep inside, it’s heavenly. Your hips snap one last time and stay there, thighs shaking, the soft meat of your belly jiggling as your clit jumps with each convulsion of your pussy. 

Steve jumps back as you start to squirt, puckering his lips as he exhales and continues to pound into you, clearly very pleased, “That’s right, baby,” he eggs on, slapping at your clit with his free hand, “That’s right, this little filthy hole is all mine, isn’t it? You sweet thing, you.”

It splats against the carpet, gushing like a geyser as you finally get to release all this pent up emotion. Your hips jerk with each wave, each squirt until your limbs turn to liquid. You fall back against the mattress, unable to hold yourself up any longer, your body jerking with the aftershocks of your orgasm. You can’t catch your breath fast enough as you drag in air. 

“You’re so pathetic it’s adorable, you know that?” Steve pipes up after a minute or two, now standing at the side of the bed, his hard cock in his hand. He strokes himself slowly, from base to tip, rolling his palm over his red cockhead, “I could smell it on you that night at the grocery store. I just knew I had to have you.”

Just seeing him there, fucking himself with his hand, his tits and biceps flexing with each stroke, his breath just barely hitching, eyelids fluttering just a tad— makes you clench. You blink at him with wide eyes before dropping them to his cock in his hand, a little moan sneaking through. You are pathetic. You want him. You hate him. You need him. You want to kill him. 

You want him.

Everywhere. In your mouth, in your hands, in your soaked cunt and tight ass. You’d almost beg. 

Steve holds out his hand to you. His head cocked, a barely there smile painted on his lips as he blinks at you. You slide your small hand into his and let him pull you off the bed, turn you in his hands so his chest is crushed against your back. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, rubbing his nose along your shoulder as he presses his lips against your shoulder blade. Strong, soft hands travel down your body, groping your stomach and thighs as he drags his nose up your neck and into your hair, breathing you in.

Then he’s bending you forward, just a bit. Hard cock pushing through your folds and along your clit as he grabs a handful of your ass in his hands. He keeps sliding himself against you, using your slick to coat his cock until his tip just catches on your hole. But he doesn’t push any further. Doesn’t force his way in. He just waits. Waits for you to reach behind and grab him, stroke him a few times before you guide him back towards your opening and push back against him, your mouth falling open as he fills the void. 

He grabs your arms and forces them behind you, folding them up against the small of your back. Then, and only then, does he start to move. Your skin slaps against his as you bounce off his cock and stomach, your eyes fluttering, mouth falling open. You’re still sensitive, just minutes post-orgasm, so every stroke, every snap of his hips hits that deep, used tight spot, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. He reaches over your shoulder and grabs your bouncing tit, squeezes hard before he starts prodding at your tight nipple. Rolling it, pulling on it, squeezing and tweaking it. 

Steve’s a quiet lover when he’s in the midst of it. Always was, but when he does sound, every so often, it sends you high. Steve’s a picky man and he likes how you feel. Loves how you fit him like a glove. How warm and wet and soft your insides are. How your body closes around him, clenches him tight. He grabs your hips again, holds them tight as he fucks into you, deep, steady, calm strokes.

He untangles your arms and pulls one of them back, lets it rest on his hip before he grabs your shoulder. You hang on to him— dig your fingers into his flesh, the top of his ass— and he groans a bit, just as your nails bite into his skin. The notion makes your body clench; your walls instinctively clamping around him. 

“Mmm,” he groans, picking up his pace, “I told you, this little hole is mine” he murmurs, “See how you react to daddy’s cock? Huh? You’ve been begging for daddy’s cock for days, haven’t you?”

You can’t even answer. Cock drunk, your head hangs, tits bouncing, nothing but little squeaks and moans and whimpers, a few curse words slipping through. 

“Yeah,” Steve breathes, reaching down your body again, his fingers prodding at your clit, “Such a dumb little whore begging for daddy’s cock.”

You rest your hands, your still chained hands on the bed and close your eyes as you start to float again. Your body going all fuzzy, brain nothing but static as the warmth spreads through your veins. Steve’s hips start to go a little wayward. He starts to lose the smooth strokes. They get a little harder and haphazard, the rhythm of them gone. He palms your ass again and you get a little louder, your stomach tightening as the rope starts to uncoil slowly. 

Steve grabs you shoulder suddenly— hard, his nails digging into your skin. Then he exhales, real quick at first, real shaky before a long, low moan rumbles through his chest and throat. He slams into you one, two more times, grabbing your hips and pushing deep and hard. You feel his cock jump, damn near think you feel his veins pulse inside of you and at the first shot of cum, you lose it again. Cumming around him as he fills you with his silk, ribbon after hot ribbon. 

Your fingers find your convulsing clit, thrash against it as you ride the high, each little synapse firing off a pang of electricity. You’re squirting again, not quite as much as before, but just as hard. It feels good taking him like this. Like a needy little cumslut, wanting each and every spurt, every ounce and drop of his hot cum. He starts to fuck into you again, pumping, pumping, pumping each jet of his spunk real deep and you’re just greedy enough to clench your muscles, to keep it all inside. 

Cock dizzy and full of warmth, you smile. All the heaviness you’ve been carrying around since you tried to run is all gone. The thoughts, the screams telling you to go, to run, all gone as his heavy, tight balls slap against you. You’re a mess again, but now so is Steve, his thighs and balls, lower stomach and the thick, dark, wiry hair all wet from your slick and your squirt. Steve levels a few slaps against your ass and you giggle abruptly, wiggling your ass as he finally pulls out and slaps his slippery cock on your asscheek. 

He pulls you up and spins you around to face him with one quick motion, kissing you hard, shoving his tongue in deep. You take it all. Kiss him back just as hard and moan into him, his lips and mouth still tangy from tasting your cunt— but you like how you taste on him. 

Steve lays you down and curls around you, playing with the ends of your hair before pushing his hand down your chest. You’re a happy little mess, smiling and humming at his touch, the cold chain of your bound hands laying across your stomach. He splays his hand across your tummy and holds it there, his eyes on the side of your face. 

“That should do the trick, huh?”

You hum again, turning your head to nuzzle against his nose as sleep starts to invade, “Mmm, what do you mean?”

Steve pulls away just long enough to grab his phone from the dresser before he starts fumbling with it and places his hand back on your stomach, “You’re ovulating, yeah? Yeah, you started thirteen days ago.” Your eyes pop open at the words, just in time to catch him turn the phone towards you, the fertility tracker filling your vision.

He smiles wide and then kisses your cheek, “That should do the trick.”

[preyingmaneater]

Feast.

summary: Steve had been charming you into his trap, instead, you matched his freak.

warnings: Smut 18+ MDNI | Cannibalism | Dub con | Alcohol use | Dynamic play | Attempted drugging | Rough sex | Dirty talk | Degrading | Forced submission | Injuries | Blood play | PiV unprotected sex | Blowjob & face fucking

a/n: This is my first time writing this character. I had a lot of fun, even if I'm late to the party. I didn't mean for this to get SO LONG. I swear. But I wanted to try to really write this in an interesting way, exploring his character and describing every little thing to set the moods and whatnot. Unedited, I wrote this in three days and didn't want to edit. ;; wc: 8.9k 😭

You met Steve during a late-night grocery run. The fluorescent lights of the store cast a harsh glow on the aisles, emphasizing the lateness of the hour.

Your appearance was casual, befitting the time - just past nine in the evening. You hadn't made any effort to dress up, as impressing anyone was far from your mind at this hour. Your focus was solely on completing your shopping and returning home. As you navigated the produce section, your eyes scanned the shelves of herbs. Your hand reached out, grabbing a handful of fragrant rosemary, then delicate parsley, and finally aromatic bay leaves. You had a specific dish in mind and you looked forward to getting home and making it. Your gaze settled on the sage, and you moved to grasp it.

In that moment another hand appeared, reaching for the same bunch of sage. Your fingers inadvertently touched, and you instinctively jerked your hand back, the contact catching you off guard. "Sorry," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper in the quiet store. Feeling a wave of discomfort wash over you, you took a step back from the herb section. Without making eye contact with the stranger, you turned on your heel, ready to retreat to another aisle.

"Hey, it's okay," the voice called back in response, causing you to pause mid-step, turning back to face the source of the reassurance. Your gaze fell upon the stranger, a man whose handsome features were framed by dark, tousled hair. As you scanned his appearance, taking in every detail from his welcoming expression to his casual attire, your eyes were inevitably drawn to his outstretched hand. In his grasp was the coveted sage, "You can take it," he offered with a gentle smile, his voice carrying a hint of warmth that seemed to ease the tension in the air. "I still have some at home, so this one's yours if you want it."

You hesitated.

Despite your initial uncertainty, you accepted the sage from his hand. It was, after all, the last one on the shelf, and his unexpected kindness had caught you off guard. Your heart was set on the recipe that called for the sage and you didn’t want to abandon it for something else. "Thanks..." you murmured, your voice trailing off as you lifted your gaze to meet his. You allowed yourself to truly observe him, your eyes meticulously cataloging every feature of his face.

He was well groomed, exuding an aura of refined handsomeness that immediately caught your attention, despite feeling some sort of wariness at talking to a complete stranger. His jawline was chiseled to perfection, giving him strong features, while his eyes were a captivating steel blue that seemed to pierce right through you. Those eyes held a depth that hinted at both intelligence and mystery, drawing you in despite yourself.

Your eyes trailed down to his lips, a soft and inviting shade of pink, formed the most enchanting shapes when he smiled, both warm and slightly mischievous. His chocolate-colored hair was expertly styled, swept upwards in a way that not only complemented his face shape but also suggested he had a habit of paying a careful attention to detail.

It was clear that he knew exactly how to present himself to make the best impression, every aspect of his appearance thoughtfully curated. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret about your own casual attire. You found yourself wishing you had put a bit more effort into your appearance before going on what you had assumed would be an uneventful and quick late-night grocery run.

"I'm Steve," he introduced himself, his voice as smooth and appealing as his appearance. He offered you another smile, this one somehow even more charming than the last. "And I have a weird habit of speaking to very...good looking strangers in the middle of aisle two." He delivered the line with a playful tone, his eyes twinkling with humor, clearly aiming to put you at ease while also subtly complimenting you.

You returned his smile with one of your own, your natural wariness slowly dissipating. His effort to put you at ease worked, he was charming enough, and he looked harmless. There was something disarmingly genuine about his demeanor that made you feel unexpectedly comfortable. After a moment's hesitation, you decided to share your name with him, watching as his face lit up with an appreciative smile. He carefully repeated your name, as if savoring each syllable, then looked back at you with a twinkle in his eye. "It's a beautiful name," he said softly, "It suits you perfectly."

A comfortable silence settled between you for a few seconds, during which you both seemed to be contemplating what to say next. Eventually, he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, a hint of nervousness creeping into his posture. "Well, uh," he began, his voice tinged with a mixture of reluctance and politeness, "I should, uh, let you get back to your shopping. Have a good night." With a slightly awkward nod, he hesitantly turned on his heel and began to walk away, his steps slow and measured as if he was fighting an internal battle.

You watched him go for a moment before turning your attention back to the produce display, your mind still lingering on the interaction. However, just as you were about to resume your shopping, you heard familiar footsteps approaching. Looking up, you saw Steve returning, a determined yet slightly sheepish expression on his face. "You know what?" he said, a hint of self-deprecating humor in his voice, "I've already crashed and burned, so I might as well go all in."

He took a deep breath, as if steeling himself for what he was about to say next. Walking back to you with renewed purpose, he met your gaze and exhaled, "I know this might be a long shot, but... can I have your number?"

You and Steve had gone on several delightful dates over the course of the following month.

His charismatic personality shone through in every interaction, as he consistently displayed politeness, a great sense of humor, and gentlemanly behavior. Steve always made sure you were comfortable and having a good time. He demonstrated his respect for your boundaries each and every time, he didn’t ask for anything or appear to pout in any way when you declined inviting him to your home or even giving him a kiss. But, your bond grew deeper and you found yourself increasingly drawn to his charming demeanor.

After your last date, you decided to take a step forward in your relationship. You felt enough of a strong sense of trust and comfort with Steve, so you invited him inside to stay the night.

"We should go away somewhere together," Steve suggested after quite the…passionate display and rawly fucking you into your bed. You were nestled comfortably against him, your head resting on his bare chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. At his words, you stirred slightly, curiosity piqued by the idea of a getaway with him.

Lifting your head a little to meet his gaze, you responded with a mix of intrigue and playful questioning in your voice. "Somewhere?" you echoed, your mind already beginning to conjure up images of potential romantic destinations. "Where?" you asked, eager to hear what kind of escape he had in mind for the two of you.

"I dunno..it might be a surprise," he said, his expression turning serious as he gazed downward. A mischievous smirk spread across his face, and he looked back up at you. "A very special surprise for a very special girl."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his words, a mix of amusement and exasperation coloring your features. His confidence was almost obnoxious, and that cheeky attitude of his was on full display. "Always so mysterious," you remarked, shaking your head slightly. "You and your cryptic responses... I swear, sometimes it's like trying to decipher a complex puzzle just to get a straight answer out of you."

After you let out your playful complaints, you settled back against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing. A contented sigh escaped your lips as you allowed yourself to relax into his warmth. The comfortable moment was short-lived as you became acutely aware of the state you were both in. "You know what? I'm feeling rather sticky and gross right now," you announced, wrinkling your nose slightly. "A nice, hot shower sounds absolutely perfect."

Steve felt a swell of pride in his chest, smirking to himself, "Ah, did I do that?" He feigned innocently, his hand roamed down and squeezed your ass lightly. "I guess we should shower then, baby. But...you sitting here with my cum sitting inside you does turn me on a lot..."

"Oh hush," you smacked his chest and got up, "I'm not getting an infection for your satisfaction," You called over your shoulder as you walked to your bathroom.

You indulged in a much needed, long, hot shower. Steve joined you a few minutes later, gladly stepping under the hot streams of water and pulling you close to him. His hands gracefully glided across your skin, applying and distributing soap suds over every inch of your body. The sensation was invigorating and soothing as he skillfully massaged your tender muscles after having intense sex with him, releasing the tension your muscles held.

Steve held you close, providing you a comforting feeling of security and affection and intensifying your attraction to him. He was such a change of pace compared to your past romantic encounters. The disappointing dates and less-than-ideal partners you had encountered before left you feeling hopeless, then Steve popped into your life at the perfect time. A true gem among the rough of shitty men.

You ran your fingers through his hair, feeling it soaked under the water, with tiny bubbles and bits of shampoo still clinging to the strands. Gently, you helped rinse out the last remnants of shampoo, your fingers massaging his scalp in slow, circular motions. Steve closed his eyes and surrendered himself to your care, completely relaxed and at ease. There was something incredibly intimate about this moment, different from the hard sex you had moments ago. It felt more affectionate and meaningful, lust gone from the moment and being replaced with care.

The tension melted away from his features, he looked so peaceful as you washed his hair out. Steve’s expression one of utter contentment and trust, his vulnerable state allowed you to see a side of him that intrigued you. Your eyes were drawn to his neck, you eyed his pulse, you could almost see the blood pumping through him.

Not a single concern seemed to cloud his mind, he wasn’t paying much attention to anything but your fingers delicately moving against his scalp.

"You remind me of a statue. So pristine, smooth...it must be your diet." You commented coolly, your voice carrying a hint of playful admiration. The words hung in the air, charged with an underlying tension that neither of you could ignore.

Steve's gaze slowly drifted downward, meeting your eyes with a sudden shift occurred in his demeanor. The cool blue of his irises now seemed to recede, overwhelmed by the expanding darkness of his pupils. It was as if a storm had suddenly brewed within those oceanic depths, transforming them into something more intense, more dangerous.

His body language changed in tandem with his eyes. His relaxed state became rigid, every muscle taut with an energy that seemed barely contained. You observed the change with wariness, your head tilting to one side in a gesture that was both curious and slightly challenging.

For a moment, the man before you bore little resemblance to the Steve you thought you knew. Gone was the familiar warmth and easy-going nature. In its place stood someone darker, more complex. He exuded an aura that was simultaneously alluring and slightly unsettling, reminiscent of those enigmatic figures often portrayed in noir films - the kind of character whose true nature remains shrouded in mystery, the serial criminal eluding the police and performing dark, gritty murders.

"Steve?" you asked, your brow furrowing with concern as your date's demeanor shifted, taking on a more ominous air. His name was spoken with a hint of apprehension, but it pierced through whatever fog had descended upon him. He snapped out of his trance, blinking rapidly, his features softening back into the countenance you recognized.

The unsettling glint that had momentarily clouded his eyes dissipated, replaced by the familiar look you'd grown accustomed.

"Ah, sorry," he apologized, clearing his throat. "I think I'm just a little dazed from the high my orgasm gave me," he muttered softly, his explanation hanging in the air between you. His hands found their way to your hips, fingers gently pressing into your skin.

He always knew how to make you forget those little moments. Where his nature peeked through.

Steve's home was nestled in the forest, a luxurious place you marveled at, far more expansive and opulent than you had initially anticipated. He told you he was a butcher, but his skills were so refined and meticulous that he could become a surgeon. The thought never prompted you to question his claims; after all, Steve had always been honest with you, never once resorting to deception or falsehoods in your interactions.

As you observed him in the kitchen, you found yourself utterly captivated by his culinary prowess. His movements were so fluid and precise that you couldn't help but imagine him as a master chef in a high-end restaurant. Every aspect of his food preparation was pure artistry.

The way he deftly maneuvered the knife through various ingredients, the graceful arc of the blade as it glided through succulent meats and crisp vegetables, and the meticulous attention he paid to the presentation of each element on the plate. It was as if he were composing a gastronomic symphony, with every cut, chop, and arrangement contributing to a masterpiece that was as visually stunning as it was sure to be delicious.

Steve presented you with an exquisite culinary masterpiece. The centerpiece was a succulent cut of red meat, perfectly seared and glistening with moisture. Its exterior was adorned with a generous coating of cracked peppercorns, creating an enticing crust that promised a burst of flavor with every bite. Your eyes traced the contours of the meat, you noticed a tantalizing flow of crimson juice emanating from its center, pooling on the plate and making you drool.

Beside it was an equally delicious looking salad, it was a vibrant cornucopia of fresh vegetables, each meticulously chosen for both its nutritional value and aesthetic appeal. The vegetables were arranged with an artist's touch, creating a kaleidoscope of colors that was as pleasing to the eye as it promised to be to the palate. A light sheen of glazed vinaigrette draped over the greens, adding a subtle luster and hinting at the perfect balance of tangy and sweet flavors that awaited.

"This looks absolutely delicious, Steve," you praised warmly, settling into your seat across from him. As you reached for your fork, your movements were slow and deliberate, as if to savor every moment of anticipation before the first bite.

The meat tasted...familiar, you've savored it countless times before. As you took your first bite, the flavors danced across your tongue, evoking exciting memories of past meals. The red meat possessed a delicate sweetness, akin to the tender flesh of veal, while its consistency bore resemblance to the well-known texture of beef. You chewed slowly, deliberately, allowing your taste buds to fully explore the complex interplay of flavors and textures. The softness of the meat yielded effortlessly beneath your teeth, its juices releasing a burst of rich, savory notes that coated your palate.

You continued to savor the bite, your discerning palate began to recognize the specific cut, as if recalling an old friend. Suddenly, an unexpected sensation stirred in your belly, a curious flip that gave you pause. You raised your eyes to meet Steve's gaze, having just swallowed the bite of meat. "I'm amazed that you haven't pursued a career as a professional chef in a high-end restaurant. This presentation alone is worthy of a Michelin star."

He chuckled softly, a warm smile playing across his lips. "Flatterer," Steve remarked, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He took a deliberate bite of his food, savoring the flavors while watching you with keen interest as you began to sample the carefully prepared dish he had presented. The anticipation was evident in his gaze, eager to gauge your reaction to his culinary creation.

"Ah, and before I forget," he suddenly exclaimed, his tone brightening with excitement. Steve gracefully rose from his seat and made his way over to an ornate rack along the far wall. He selected a dark, elegant bottle from among the collection and returned to the table, he held it up for you to admire. "This is Imperial Chateau Mouton Rothschild," he announced with a hint of pride in his voice. "It's not just a good wine, it's exceptional. Aged to perfection over many years, and, I have to admit, quite costly. But for an occasion like this, nothing but the best will do."

With the skill of a seasoned sommelier, Steve carefully uncorked the bottle, you could smell the price tag on it. It smelled like riches you'd never be able to achieve.

The soft pop echoed in the room, releasing the wine's complex bouquet. He then reached for a delicate crystal glass, tilting it slightly as he poured a generous measure of the deep ruby liquid. The wine cascaded smoothly, forming a perfect meniscus at the rim of the glass. With a flourish, he presented the glass to you, his eyes meeting yours as he offered this liquid treasure.

You accepted the glass with a nod of appreciation, your fingers curling around the stem. Following proper wine tasting etiquette, you gently swirled the wine, allowing it to breathe and release its full array of aromas. The rich, garnet color caught the light, hinting at the depth of flavors to come. You brought the glass to your lips and you took a small sip, letting the wine linger on your palate.

The initial bitterness gave way to a complex medley of flavors - dark fruits, subtle oak, and a hint of spice. As you swallowed, the wine's warmth spread through your chest, leaving a lingering finish that complemented the rich, savory notes of the red meat perfectly. The pairing was indeed masterful, elevating both the wine and the dish to new heights of culinary pleasure.

"This is absolutely divine," you hummed with delight as you gently placed the crystal wine glass back on the pristine tablecloth. The rich, burgundy liquid swirled gracefully inside, catching the soft candlelight. "It pairs so well with the steak.”

"That's the idea," Steve replied with a satisfied smile, settling back into his chair. He reached for his own glass, filled with an amber liquid - whiskey, or perhaps gin, you weren't entirely certain. The warm glow of the dining room cast a flattering light on his sharp features as he raised the glass to his lips.

He eyed you intently as he took a long, measured sip, savoring the burning sensation of the potent liquor as it slid down his throat. You could see his Adam's apple bob slightly as he swallowed. His gaze never left you as you continued to enjoy your meal, and you found yourself glancing up at him between bites, a mixture of gratitude and playful mischief in your eyes. "I must say, I'm thoroughly impressed," you teased, your voice lilting with amusement.

"Why on earth haven't you been cooking for me like this all along? You've been holding out on me, Steve.” You leaned back in your chair, shooting him a playful smirk, “If I had known you possessed such skills, I would have fucked you much sooner. This meal is nothing short of seduction on a plate."

"Awe, baby...don't tease me like that..." Steve shot you a lustful glare, "But does that mean I'll get to bed you tonight, hm? Is my meal worthy of your pretty, delicate pussy...?"

"Maybe for dessert.." you suggested with a mischievous glint in your eye, your foot deliberately caressing the outer part of his shin. You traced slow, sensuous patterns along his leg, the gentle pressure both tantalizing and promising. The subtle yet unmistakable flirtation sent a shiver of anticipation through him, causing him to stifle a groan of pleasure. Your boldness left little doubt about the direction the evening was taking, and he found himself eagerly anticipating what was to come.

As the tension between you built, his mind began to race, contemplating the myriad possibilities that lay ahead. He knew he'd need to adjust his plans for the night, but the prospect of spontaneity only added to the excitement.

But that was his goal anyway. Get you in the bedroom.

Silly…

Naive…

...stupid girl.

You savored the meal, each bite tantalized your taste buds. As the evening wore on, you found yourselves in the living room, a makeshift dance floor. Your bodies moving in perfect synchronization with the pulsating rhythm of the music. The alcohol coursed through your veins, not enough to make you drunk, but just enough to lower inhibitions and heighten sensations. A pleasant buzz enveloped you, making everything feel slightly dreamlike and intensely vivid at the same time.

Your bodies swayed together, a perfect harmony of movement and touch. His hands rested on your hips, guiding your movements with gentle pressure. He manipulated your arms, raising them high above your head in a graceful arc as you swayed with him. As the music pulsed around you, your bodies pressed closer, rubbing against each other in a sensual rhythm that matched the beat perfectly and grew increasingly sexual.

Steve pulled away, a laugh escaping his lips as he watched you continue to move. Your body kept swaying sensually, as if unwilling to break the spell of the music. "Another drink?" he called out, his voice barely audible over the upbeat tunes filling the air. He turned towards the bar without waiting for a response, you couldn't help but notice how the dancing had affected him too. His dark hair was now charmingly disheveled, giving him a more relaxed and carefree appearance.

Your eyes followed him as he made his way to the counter, his movements still in tune with the music even as he focused on the task at hand. He began pouring another drink for you, as you watched, a troubling detail caught your eye. He reached into his pocket and produced a small packet containing a light white powder. He emptied the contents into your drink, stirring it gently to ensure it dissolved completely.

He returned to your side, drink in hand, offering it to you with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. You noticed a slight cloudiness in the liquid, confirming your suspicions. You declined the drink. Did he truly believe you wouldn't notice?

Deciding to play along, you chose a more subtle approach. Rather than confronting him about the tampered drink, you opted for a different strategy. With a coy smile, you slowly ran your hands up his chest, feeling the firmness beneath his shirt. Leaning in close, you whispered in a sultry tone, your breath hot against his ear, "Come on, baby... why don't we skip all this and get right to the good stuff? I've been thinking about this all night..."

Steve succumbed to your act, captivated by the alluring timbre of your voice and the nature of your words. He bent forward, his lips meeting yours in a passionate embrace as the complex flavors of wine and whiskey intermingled on your tongues. The kiss deepened, your mouths moving in perfect synchronization, mirroring the sensual dance your bodies had engaged in earlier.

Caught up in the moment, you both began to sway, your movements slightly unsteady from the alcohol, as you made your way towards his bedroom in a meandering, intoxicated path. You hit the walls, the paintings twisting into crooked positions as you continued on your driven path.

As you approached the edge of the bed, you felt the firm pressure against the back of your legs, causing you to instinctively lower yourself onto the mattress. The momentum of your movement naturally pulled you backwards, leaving you lying supine on the soft bedding. Steve’s eyes were dark with desire, followed your descent, positioning himself above you.

His lips began a teasing journey along the curve of your jaw, leaving a trail of heated kisses in their wake. As his mouth explored the sensitive skin of your neck, his hands roamed your body with increasing urgency, fingers fumbling with the fastenings of your clothing in his haste to remove them from you.

He removed your top, revealing your bare skin to the cool air. His eyes roamed appreciatively over your exposed form, lingering on the gentle curves of your breasts. Steve let out a low groan of desire, cupping them in his hands, his fingers expertly kneading the soft flesh. His touch sent shivers of pleasure coursing through your body, your back arched naturally up into his hands.

Steve leaned in and captured your lips in a deep, passionate kiss in response to your body’s eagerness for his touch. His tongue sought entrance, and you willingly parted your lips, allowing him to explore every inch of your mouth. The intensity of the kiss left you breathless and yearning for more.

"So beautiful," he murmured against your lips, his voice husky with desire. He pulled back slightly, his eyes roaming over your flushed face. "So beautiful..." he repeated, a strange glint appearing in his eyes, "...and so stupid."

His words hit you like a bucket of ice water, abruptly pulling you out of your passion-induced haze. You blinked, confusion replacing the desire in your eyes as you looked up at him. The fog of alcohol that had been clouding your judgment suddenly lifted, leaving you with a startling moment of clarity.

Before you could react, a sudden impact struck your head with a resounding crack. The sharp sting of broken glass and the acrid scent of whiskey filled your senses as an old tumbler shattered against your scalp. Surprisingly, the force of the blow wasn't enough to render you unconscious. Instead, you found yourself plunged into a disorienting haze, your thoughts struggling to coalesce through the fog of alcohol already clouding your system. Even as your mind reeled, a surge of adrenaline coursed through your veins, fighting against the encroaching stupor and sharpening your awareness rapidly.

Steve's eyes widened in surprise as he realized his initial attack had failed to incapacitate you. Without hesitation, he changed tactics, his hands darting out to encircle your throat. His fingers dug into your flesh as he attempted to cut off your air supply. "Stop fighting, just give in, make it easy on me, baby..." he growled, his voice a menacing rumble that sent chills down your spine.

You could feel the corded muscles in his arms flexing and straining as he redoubled his efforts to render you unconscious, his grip tightening with each passing second. The room began to spin, your vision blurring at the edges as you struggled against his iron hold, desperately fighting to maintain consciousness.

Rage coursed through your veins, overriding the pain from the choking pressure on your neck. You reached up and ignored trying to stop the pressure, your fingers finding purchase in his thick hair instead. You yanked his head violently to the side, eliciting a loud, pained groan from Steve. His iron grip on your neck faltered, giving you the opening you needed.

Summoning all your strength you had, you planted your feet firmly against his torso and kicked, sending him flying off you and crashing onto the floor with a resounding thud that echoed through the room.

You rolled to your feet and pounced on him, reversing your positions. Now it was your turn to straddle him, your fingers wrapping around his throat in a vice-like grip. The tables had turned, and you could see the anger and fear flickering in his eyes as he realized his predicament. Blood trickled down your face from where the glass had shattered against your head, the warm, sticky substance warming your scalp and staining your skin.

Leaning down, you brought your face close to his, your eyes burning with a mixture of anger. The metallic taste of blood filled your mouth as you spoke, your voice a low, menacing growl that sent shivers down Steve's spine. "I know what you are," you snarled.

Steve continued to struggle, he growled back at you, tugging against your surprisingly strong hold. "I recognize human flesh no matter how hard you try to disguise it with fancy seasoning and luxury wine." You spat, your lips curling up into a chuckle as you leaned back down onto his hips. "You thought I'd be easy, did you? An easy bitch to drug and sell to disgusting, perverted men who want to eat my meat?"

"Fuck you!" He shouted, his voice filled with rage as he brought his knee up forcefully into your back. A sharp, searing pain shot up your spine, causing you to falter momentarily. Taking advantage of your looser grip, he swiftly flipped you onto your back again, his eyes scanning the room for a weapon and landing on a jagged piece of broken glass, which he quickly snatched up. He looked at you furiously and thrust the glass shard down, aiming directly for your neck.

You anticipated his move, your survival instincts kicking in the second you saw the glint of the glass. You jerked your head to the side, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow. Even with your evasion, the sharp edge of the glass still caught the delicate skin that joined your neck and shoulder, leaving a gash that pooled blood and felt like fire cutting through you.

You hissed in pain, adrenaline continued coursing through your veins as your senses became narrowed on him. You dug your nails deep into his biceps, clawing at him with all your might. The two of you began to struggle against one another, rolling around on the floor as you both fought desperately to pin the other down. As you grappled and thrashed, you both sustained numerous cuts from the broken glass scattered across the floor.

The furniture in the room became obstacles and weapons, as you knocked into the bed frame , dresser, and mirror. The sound of splintering wood and shattering objects filled the air, punctuated by grunts of exertion and gasps of pain. It was a chaotic, dangerous dance, with neither of you willing to give in to the other.

Eventually, your stamina wore down as his did, and you both grew increasingly sluggish. The intense exertion had taken its toll on both of you, leaving you panting and struggling to maintain your composure. The two of you breathed heavily, your bodies bearing wounds from your scuffle. You had several gashes along your body, varying in depth and severity.

Your lip was busted, swollen and throbbing, and a deep laceration marred your eyebrow, threatening to obscure your vision with trickling blood. Steve, on the other hand, was littered with more cuts, though none were as deep as yours. However the sheer number of impacts he had endured was evident in his battered appearance and labored breathing, he had more bruising and he had taken much heavier hits than you.

As you laid there, limbs entangled in a final deadlock, both of you struggled to catch your breaths. The adrenaline that had fueled your fight was slowly ebbing away, leaving behind a raw, pulsating pain from your various wounds. Steve, from his position above you, fixed you with an intense glare. His eyes, though weary, burned with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. "You...know?" He managed to ask between ragged breaths, his chest heaving with each intake of air. “How?”

You met his gaze unflinchingly, your own eyes reflecting a hardened resolve despite your exhaustion. "I know the taste of flesh," you grunted back, the words coming out rough and guttural. The statement hung in the air between you, heavy with unspoken history and grim experience. Your unwavering glare challenged him, daring him to question further, even as you both remained locked in your physical stalemate.

He knew what you meant. You had consumed human flesh before tonight, and while he thought he was being sneaky for his own satisfaction by feeding you a fresh piece of thigh, you weren't as dumb as he suspected. "I was planning on killing you." Your blunt words cut through the air and stung more than the littered lashes the glass made across his skin.

"You did?" His pupils blew once again, like two black holes consuming the icy color around them.

"Yes." Your own eyes traced his face again, his lips barely parted as he remained above you. The tension between you was obvious, electric, as if the very air around you crackled with anticipation. His breath ghosted across your skin, sending shivers down your spine despite the circumstances. After seconds of drawn out silence, you both suddenly moved in unison, closing the gap between you.

Your lips crashed together in a fierce, passionate kiss that ignited every nerve ending in your body. It was as if a dam had broken, releasing a torrent of raw need and unbridled desire. The taste of him, mingled with the metallic tang of blood from your earlier altercation, only served to heighten the intensity of the moment. Your tongues engaged in a sensual dance, exploring, teasing, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

The kiss deepened and your hands began to roam, desperate to touch, to feel, to claim each other. Fingers tangled in hair, gripping tightly as if afraid the other might disappear if you let go. The heat between your bodies grew, threatening to consume you both. You grasped onto him hard and flipped your positions, now straddling him from above.

Pressed against each other, your bodies moved in perfect synchronicity, every curve and plane aligning as if you were made for each other. Your hands continued their frantic exploration, alternating between gentle caresses and urgent grasps. His hair felt silky between your fingers and became delightfully disheveled under your ministrations. The world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you, lost in this moment of passionate abandon.

"You dirty bitch," He growled against your lips, his teeth grazing your soft flesh before biting down hard. A guttural groan escaped your throat in response, your body instinctively arching closer to his. His rough hands explored your curves, pawing at your sides and breasts with desire. He shoved you off him, forcing you onto your back. The second you hit the glass covered floor he was on top of you, his lips crashed against yours once more, hungry and demanding.

Your leg hooked over his hips, pulling him closer as your bodies pressed together. His fingers traced a path along your skin, finding the sensitive gash on your neck. A shiver ran down your spine as he leaned down, his hot breath ghosting over the wound.

Steve's lips locked onto the spot, his tongue darting out to lap at the tender flesh. He sucked gently at first, then with increasing intensity, eliciting a mix of pleasure and pain that made your toes curl and your fingers dig into his back.

You mewled out and hissed in pain, he pulled back, mouth crimson and blood staining his teeth and gums. Goddamn bastard.

You, in turn, leaned forward and sunk your teeth into the sensitive spot on his neck, easily penetrating his skin and feeling the warm, crimson liquid pool into your mouth. Steve clung to you and let out the most pornographic moan you had ever heard from a man, his large hands grasping the meaty flesh of your ass and making your cunt grind against his throbbing cock, still trapped in his pants.

"You like it rough, don't you? Wan' me to throw you down and take you?" Steve murmured in a low, husky voice, his breath hot against your ear. He wielded the same glass shard he had used to cut you earlier, now using it to slice through the fabric of your pants in a messy haste. The sound of tearing cloth filled the air as he held you down onto the floor, his strong hands gripping the material and ripping it away once he had created a large enough opening.

The cold bite of the glass returned as Steve turned his attention to your panties, the sharp edge grazing your skin as he methodically cut through the delicate fabric. The contrast between the chill of the glass and the warmth of his touch sent waves of excitement through you and to your core. You fought to suppress a moan that threatened to escape your lips, your body betraying your attempts at restraint.

Sensing your barely contained desire, Steve's movements became more urgent. His large hands found purchase on your legs, fingers digging into your flesh as he roughly yanked you closer to him. The sudden motion caused your breath to catch in your throat, looking up at him as he arched himself over you.

"Stay still." He ordered, shuffling over you and unbuttoning his jeans, hastily pulling them down to his knees along with his boxers. His cock sprung free, swollen and weeping with eager arousal. He groaned, rubbing it against your bare folds and slickening himself up with your own juices. "Fuck...such a little slut. Look at how wet you are for me," Steve leaned down and lapped at the cut on your neck again, you swore you could feel his cock throb between your delicate folds when he tasted your blood.

He pulled back, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling your face into his crotch, his nearly trimmed pubic hair weren't a bother for you, besides the gentle scratching against your cheek. He rubbed his cock all over your face, letting his precum coat your cheeks and forehead as he basically thrust himself against you. You could feel it getting in your hair, which was irritating.

You pulled your head away from his shameless rutting, but his hand brought your face right back to his cock. This time, he angled his head against your lips, smearing his arousal on you like salty lip gloss, then pushed himself into your waiting mouth swiftly. Your eyes widened a little as he touched the back of your throat without hesitation, the intrusion making you instinctively pull back.

"Oh fuck...yeah baby, suck my cock," He encouraged lucidly, more as a command than a plead, and he moved your head on him with his fist still locked in your hair so the pace he wanted was clear and set. "Come on, my cock is so full, I got a shit ton of cum for you. I'm gonna fill that belly up with it, go with the fuckin' meal I fed you." Steve all but snarled at you as his hips quickly took over your languid bobs.

He snapped his hips forward with little resistance from you, he held your head in place while he basically used your mouth as if it were a pussy. As annoyed as you were before, you couldn't deny that this was turning you on a lot. You relaxed your throat and it became easier for him to slip in and out of you, the once burning sensation of his cockhead hitting the back of your throat and sliding down a bit faded into a blissful tingling.

You made a series of muffled noises, an intricate symphony of gags and chokes echoing in the room and urging Steve's arousal. Your saliva had gathered around him, creating a cacophony of delightful slurps and squelches that filled his ears with auditory pleasure. He groaned loudly and held you tighter, "C'mon baby, choke on it..."

Glistening threads of saliva swung pendulously from your chin like delicate silk strands, Steve thrusted against your mouth with relentless vigor, his actions merciless as he pursued his own gratification with single-minded intensity. He was truly face fucking you, the slightly salty taste of his precum was coating your tongue and familiarizing you with it.

Just as you thought he was about to reach his climax, he unexpectedly withdrew, allowing you to catch your breath. You found yourself coughing slightly as he leaned back, your chest heaving with each deep inhale. "Y-You... you bastard," you managed to say between gasps, your throat feeling raw as you cleared it forcefully. You swallowed hard, trying to rid your mouth of any lingering saliva and precum.

You pushed against his chest suddenly, causing him to fall backwards. He landed with a sudden grunt at the unexpected push and you swung your leg over his body, straddling him and grinding your cunt against the length of his cock. "Your turn to sit still while I fuck you." You growled out through grit teeth and a knit brow, concentrating on rolling your hips.

His hands came to rest gently on your hips, his thumb swiping the clotted blood on the cut he left on your hip. He spread it around and groaned quietly seeing it stain your skin like brilliant crimson paint. Surprisingly, he made no attempt to alter your pace or grip you with such intensity that his fingertips would leave perfect imprints on your skin. Instead, he allowed you the freedom to grind at your own rhythm, savoring the sensations you were creating.

Steve felt an exhilarating excitement begin to coil in the pit of his stomach, a response to your unexpected change in position. The feeling was difficult to pinpoint, but having you straddling him, taking control, felt utterly invigorating. It reminded him of the heart-pounding anticipation one experiences just before the kill - that perfect mixture of adrenaline fueled energy and pure, unadulterated excitement.

The goddamn rush.

He felt and heard his heartbeat thundering in his ears, the rapid pulsations echoing through his body as his blue eyes snapped open from their previously lidded state. The sudden alertness was triggered by the exquisite sensation of you finally beginning to rub his sensitive tip against your warm, inviting folds. You teased your entrance with tantalizing slowness, savoring the anticipation of how you were going to stretch and accommodate him once you finally sunk down onto his length.

"Fuck..." you breathed, your voice husky with need, "I have to have you inside me again. You stupid, arrogant, egotistical man, thinking you were gonna make a meal of me? Gonna make money off of me?" Your words dripped with a mixture of desire and derision, the damn cannibal seemed to enjoy you degrading him. You hissed softly, the sound a mixture of frustration and anticipation, as you finally allowed gravity to help you sink on him.

You could feel every inch of him stretching and filling you, the delicious friction sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pain and ecstasy that left you breathless and yearning for more. His cock stretched you and filled your inner walls perfectly, every inch and crevice molding to him.

Steve bit his lip as he watched his cock sheathe inside you, those pretty pink lips swallowing him up and cheekily peeking his cock to him. "Greedy cunt," He growled at you, his hands now moving you to bounce on him, his patience having run out. "Bounce on me like a good girl, make me cum in you, make me fill this needy hole."

"Shut up." You snapped down at him, "You're gonna sit here and be quiet," your hips bounced and rolled, giving his desperate, weeping cock everything he could ever want. Your walls squeezing and eliciting more of that precum to kiss and coat your cervix, already feeling bruised from your hard bounces. The arousal he leaked balming your sore womb as you continued to fuck yourself on his cock.

"Fuck...gonna order me around? Think you can do that?" Steve chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief as his hands found their way to your breasts. They bounced tantalizingly in his face, and he couldn't resist kneading and toying with them, his fingers expertly exploring every curve and contour.

The sensation sent shivers down your spine, intensifying the pleasure you were already experiencing. Your hands pressed firmly on his abdomen and chest, feeling the taut muscles beneath your palms as you stabilized yourself further. He may be an arrogant ass, but god, was his dick good.

"Damnit," You hissed, your voice a mix of frustration and ecstasy as you felt your sensitive clit scratch against his pubic hair. The trimmed area provided just the right amount of stimulation and texture, sending jolts of pleasure through that bundle of nerves with every movement. The unexpected sensation was overwhelming, causing your head to fall back as a loud, unrestrained moan escaped your lips. Your body responded instinctively to the extra stimulation, driving you to ride him with increased vigor and abandon. Your hips moved with a newfound urgency, seeking out that perfect angle that would bring you to bliss.

"Oh god, baby, you're gonna make me cum," Steve groaned loudly, his hips thrusting up forcefully to meet your increasingly weakened bounces. Your own orgasm was rapidly approaching, causing your movements to become more erratic and desperate with each passing second. "M'gonna fill you up, get you nice and messy, make that ache go away~"

"Please! Please...Steve...oh my god, I'm close," you warned breathlessly, your voice thick with desire, “D-Don’t stop…” You rode him harder and quicker, rolling your hips and grinding to ensure every part of you was stimulated. The tension built to an almost unbearable level until finally, you reached that blissful peak you so desperately needed. A loud, unrestrained cry of pleasure escaped your lips as you rode through your intense climax, your body shuddering with waves of ecstasy.

Steve's hips stuttered momentarily, overwhelmed by the sensation of your release. Then, with a deep, guttural groan that emanated from the depths of his chest, he reached his own climax. You felt the warmth of his release as he filled you, hot strands of cum filling your womb as his body tensed beneath you before gradually relaxing into a state of blissful satisfaction.

It pooled inside you, filling you to the brim and leaking out over his balls. The tension your rigid muscles held began to ebb away, replaced by a profound sense of relaxation. Your muscles were taut with exertion, but as the wave washed away they softened, allowing you to gently wilt onto his chest. You found yourself melting into his embrace, your breathing deep and synchronized with his own.

The aftermath of your passionate encounter was evident; a sheen of sweat glistened on your skin, mingled with traces of blood - testament to the fervor of your lovemaking and violent brawling. Your mind was consumed by the euphoria coursing through your body, an addicting cocktail of endorphins and oxytocin flooding your system as you lay there, basking in the afterglow.

Several minutes passed in silence, with only the sound of your breathing filling the room. The quiet was broken as the injuries on your body began to make themselves known, a burning sensation spreading across your skin and a throbbing pain pulsing through your muscles. The discomfort forced you to shift away from Steve, your movements stiff and careful. "Ah...damn..." you muttered, your hand instinctively moving to your neck where you felt the sting of a fresh gash.

Steve, noticing your discomfort, sat up alongside you. His eyes first focused on your neck, interest evident in his gaze, before they rose to meet yours. His voice was low and sincere as he spoke, "You're... you're something else, you know that? The best damn lay I've ever had, sure, but more than that. I can tell, I knew you were different baby. Christ, look at me... you've turned me into such a mess. It's like you reached inside and pulled something out of me. All this passion, this energy... I didn't even know it was there. Other women I just...you know, go through the motions."

He paused, his words carrying a weight that hung in the air between you. "You gave yourself to me, and I don't just mean physically. It was more than sex. You gave me your flesh, your blood and body. That... that means something to me. It means we are one together now, you surrendered to me..."

You exhaled deeply and fixed your gaze on him, a mixture of exasperation and disbelief evident in your expression. "You're a goddamn cannibal," you declared, your words tinged with a hint of resignation. Your eyes rolled dramatically when you spoke, which only served to elicit a sudden burst of laughter from Steve, who found your reaction thoroughly amusing.

"Oh, don't be so quick to judge, silly girl," Steve retorted, his voice a blend of amusement and something darker. A dark smile played at the corners of his mouth, but it held an edge of possessiveness. "You're just as guilty as I am in this little dance of ours. Don't pretend you're not." He paused, letting his words sink in before continuing, his tone growing more intense. "Can't you see the beautiful symmetry of it all? You're inside me, and I'm inside you. We've become intertwined, inseparable. We are ONE, don't you get it?" His eyes gleamed with a fervent light as he spoke.

"We've consumed each other in the most intimate way possible, tasted each other's essence. And now, my dear," Steve concluded, his voice dropping to a low, seductive whisper, "You belong to me."

You opened your mouth to protest, but the split lip had other ideas, sending a sharp, stinging sensation through your face that made you wince and grunt in pain. The sudden discomfort caught you off guard, causing you to inhale sharply and blink rapidly. Steve's attentive gaze immediately went to your lip, his eyes narrowing as a mischievous glint appeared. He chuckled, a warm sound that seemed to lighten the mood despite your discomfort. "I can fix you up, babe," he offered, his voice a mix of genuine care and playful banter. "I do have experience in the surgical field, after all..." He trailed off, his words laced with a hint of pride and dark humor.

You exhaled annoyingly, feeling a mix of frustration and amusement bubbling up inside you. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't help but let a small smile creep onto your face, careful not to aggravate your injured lip further. Goddamnit, his man was equally irritating as he was amusing, a combination that you found both infuriating and endearing. "If it weren't for your charming face," you quipped, your voice a blend of sarcasm and affection, "I'd punch you." The words came out softer than you intended, betraying the fondness you felt despite your attempts to maintain a tough exterior.

Steve helped you stand, your movements were a little shaky from riding him. The glass that was scattered across the floor dug into your feet, glinting dangerously in the light and most of the pieces holding a red hue from both your bodies. "We need to sweep this up..." you muttered, more to yourself than to Steve. Your eyes darted around the room, taking in the mess you both made. It had looked like a pair of wild animals fought, or that there was a murder with the amount of blood all over the place.

You paused for a moment, your gaze drawn back to the man standing beside you. As you looked at him, really looked at him, you felt a surge of emotions. This was the man with whom you had formed a strong bond, a connection that had developed seemingly against your will, yet felt undeniably right. The realization hit you again, as it often did in quiet moments like these. You both had a lifestyle that paired with one another just as well as that fancy ass wine and flesh he served you earlier that night.

"Just clean me up, baby." You snapped softly, letting Steve walk you into the bathroom. "Then I want to sleep. The only thing not destroyed in the damn bedroom was the bed."

Steve grinned at your words, his fondness for you evident in the effort he was putting into you. He gently set you down when you reached the bathroom, the soft rug plush against your ass, and planted a tender kiss on your forehead. "I promise you can sleep after this, sweetheart, but first..." he said, his voice a mix of excitement and mischief. He turned away and pulled out a ready kit from seemingly nowhere, as if he had prepared for this exact scenario. The sight of it made you raise an eyebrow in amused surprise. It was clear that Steve had anticipated, or perhaps hoped, for his evening to unfold in this delightful direction. You couldn't help but shake your head and smile at his forethought.

"You cheeky, prepared man," you murmured, a mixture of admiration and affection coloring your tone.

"Now..." Steve held up some wound cleaner and a thick cotton ball soaked in the foul smelling chemical. "Hold still..."

Thank you for reading. - B 🥩

Dividers by @/strangergraphics | Images from Pinterest

[homiesexuallaj]

steve kemp is a pussy slapper.

he’s making sure you’re thoroughly soaked just so he can make a mess. steve is definitely sat between your thighs, placing them on either side of his hips so you can’t close them. he’d be rubbing and circling your poor little erect clit but when you get close, steve pulls his fingers away so he can slap at your messy cunt. telling you “not yet.” or when he does making you cum, he stops rubbing you when overstimulation sets in. instead of stopping he just starts giving your cunt little harsh slaps that make your hips jump and jerk with every hit.

or if steve is fucking his fingers into you and curling them to rub at that special spot inside you and you squirt, he’s pulling his hand away to slap and messily rub at your cunt to make an even bigger mess than you’re already making.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Punishment » Steve Kemp

Pairings: Boyfriend!Steve Kemp x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Y/N suffers the consequences after flirting with Steve’s coworker.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, (f & m receiving), unprotected sex, daddy kink, bondage, praise kink, degrading, spanking (a few times), name calling (slut), use of pet names

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

Steve pinned you against the closed door as soon as the two of you walked inside of the house and wrapped his hand around your throat.

“I want you naked the second I get to our bedroom. Got it?” Steve whispers in your ear, sending chills through your body.

“Yes, Stevie.” You say submissively.

Steve let go of your throat and smacked your ass as you walked away. The second you got to yours and Steve’s bedroom, you immediately stripped out of your dress and panties. You sat on the bed and patiently waited for Steve. You watched as Steve walked into the bedroom, loosening his tie as he closed the door. He tossed his tie on the bed and motioned for you to come to him. You got off the bed and walked over to him. He gripped your chin and tilted your head up so you were looking into his beautiful blue eyes that are now filled with lust.

“Do you want to explain why you’re being punished, sweetheart?” Steve asks in almost a whisper.

“I didn’t do anything wrong.” You say with a pout.

“So flirting with my coworkers isn’t doing anything wrong?” He asks.

“I was just being nice!” You say, defending yourself.

“Being nice doesn’t involve flirting.” He says.

His fingers left your chin to unbutton his white button up dress shirt. You watched as he took it off and dropped it on the floor.

“Get on your fucking knees, baby.” He orders.

“Yes, Stevie.” You say, sinking down to your knees.

“Yes what?” Steve asks.

“Yes, daddy.” You corrected yourself.

“Good girl.” He praises.

You watched with hungry eyes as he unbuckled his belt and got to work on his pants. He pulled his pants down, along with his boxers. His hard cock sprung out, his tip leaking with precum. You licked your lips at the sight of it.

“You want my cock, baby?” Steve asks, pumping it in his hand.

“Yes I do, daddy.” You say.

“Open that pretty mouth.” He says.

You opened your mouth just enough for Steve to slide his cock in your mouth. You wrapped your lips around him and began bobbing your head. Your eyes looked up at him with an innocent look. Steve tilted his head back, a moan leaving his lips.

“Fuck, baby.” Steve moans. “Are you trying to redeem yourself?” He asks, looking down at you.

You hummed in response, nodding your head slightly. Steve chuckles.

“It’s not gonna work this time, sweetheart.” He says.

Steve pulled your hair back in a makeshift ponytail and started moving his hips to thrust in your mouth. You gagged a little when his tip hit the back of your throat, but you quickly relaxed your throat so you can take him. Your hands gripped his thighs to steady yourself.

“You were a bad girl tonight.” He starts. “Flirting- oh fuck…” He moans. “Flirting with my coworkers all night and thinking you can get away with it.” He says with a chuckle.

Your nails dug in his thighs, trying to tell him that you need to breathe. Steve stopped thrusting in your mouth and took his cock out of your mouth to let you breathe, his hand still in your hair. You looked up at your boyfriend, breathing heavily with an innocent look on your face.

“Drop the innocent act. You and I both know that you’re a little slut.” Steve says.

You pouted. Steve tapped the tip of his cock against your bottom lip, smearing his precum on it.

“Open up, slut.” He says.

You opened your mouth again. Steve slid his cock back in your mouth and started thrusting in your mouth again. You tried your best to breathe through your nose while your hands remained on his thighs. You swallowed around his cock, earning a moan from him.

“Fuck!” Steve moans. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to cum.” He says.

Steve’s grip on your hair got tighter causing you to whimper. His thrusts became uneven when he felt his orgasm building up. Steve’s eyes fluttered shut as he tilted his head back. His mouth fell open, cursing loudly as he came in your mouth. He slowly pulled his cock out of your mouth. You swallowed his cum without him telling you to.

“You swallow all of it?” Steve asks, looking down at you.

“Yes, daddy.” You answered.

“Show me.” He says.

You opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue to show him that you swallowed everything.

“Good girl.” He praises. “On the bed.” He orders.

You obeyed him and laid down on your back.

“Arms above your head.” He says.

You put your arms above your head. You watched as Steve picked up his tie and tied it around your wrists against the headboard. You looked up at the tie on your wrists, tugging at it.

“Don’t even think about it, sweetheart. You’re not getting out of that anytime soon.” Steve says.

Steve leaned down and kissed your lips. He pulled away, lightly biting down on your bottom lip. He spread your legs apart and settled himself in between them. His hands slid up your waist to your breasts. His thumbs rubbed over your nipples .

“Since you decided to flirt with my coworkers like a little slut, I’m going to treat you like one.” Steve says.

His thumbs and index fingers pinched your nipples, sending a tingly sensation through your body. A moan left your lips.

“You like that, don’t you, sweetheart?” He smirks.

You bit your bottom lip and nodded your head. Steve did it again, a louder moan left your lips. One of his hands left your breasts and went down to your wet pussy. His fingers rubbed through your wet folds to your clit. You bucked your hips for more, only for you to receive a smack on your thigh causing you to whimper.

“You know the rules, baby. No moving.” He says.

Steve rubbed your clit with his thumb while he slid two fingers in your tight entrance. Your jaw dropped, breathy moans left your lips.

“Did you want my coworkers doing this to you, sweetheart? Do you want them playing with your cute little body the way I do?” Steve asks.

“No!” You whined. “I don’t want them! Only you can do this to me, daddy!” You say.

Steve speeds up his fingers. You wiggled your hips for more, but that earned you another smack on your thigh. His thumb applied more pressure on your clit as he continued to rub it.

“You’re mine, understand?” He says possessively.

“Understand, daddy!” You said more in a whine, throwing your head back in pleasure.

“Good girl.” He praises. “Now, if you want to cum, you’re going to have to earn it.” He says.

You were about to protest, but you know the consequences if you do so you just looked at him with a pout. Steve’s free hand cupped your cheek, tilting your head back so you were looking up at him. His thumb rubbed across your lower lip. You parted your lips just enough for him to slide his thumb in your mouth. You wrapped your lips around his thumb and swirled your tongue around it as if it were his cock. Steve watched you with hungry eyes. His fingers fucked you faster. You moaned around his thumb, your eyes fluttering shut. Steve felt his cock get hard again. He was unable to take it anymore so he took his thumb out of your mouth, along with your pussy. He untied your wrists and flipped you over onto your hands and knees, almost manhandling you. Steve positioned himself behind you, giving your ass a smack. He lined his cock at your entrance and thrusted inside of you without warning.

“Stevie!” You moaned in a squeaky voice.

That earned you another smack on your ass.

“Daddy!” You corrected yourself.

His thrusts were hard and fast. His hands were holding onto your hips with a bruising grip.

“It’s like you wanted me to fuck you like a little slut so you flirted with my coworkers on purpose just to get what you want.” Steve pauses when a moan left his lips. “Tell me, sweetheart…” He starts. “Did you flirt with my coworkers on purpose just to get what you wanted?” He asks.

You let out a whine instead of answering him, but that wasn’t enough for him. That earned you a smack on your ass.

“You better answer me or you’re not cumming tonight.” He says, almost growling.

You opened your mouth to answer him, but a moan left your lips when his cock hit your sweet spot.

“I don’t hear you answering me.” He says, smacking your ass again.

“Yes!” You squeaked. “I flirted with your co- ah fuck! Coworkers on purpose just to get what I wanted!” You say, followed by a moan. “I’m sorry, daddy.” You apologized with a whimper.

“You’re way past sorry, honey.” He starts. “Now be a good girl take the rest of your punishment like the little slut you are for me.” He says lowly.

Your hands grasped the sheet underneath you, squeezing them tighter when his thrusts sped up. You arched your back in pleasure when his cock hit your sweet spot again. You arching your back created a new angle for Steve. His cock thrusted deeper in your pussy. One of his hands left your hip and found its way to your clit and began rubbing it fast. Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head at the feeling. You cunt clenched around his cock when he applied more pressure on your clit. Your orgasm was building up quickly.

“Daddy, please I- fuck! Please let me cum!” You begged with a whimper.

“You were a bad girl tonight. I don’t think you deserve to cum.” Steve says.

You were about to fall over the edge. His fingers continued to rub your clit roughly and his cock kept hitting your sweet spot.

“I’m sorry! I won’t do it again! I’m yours! Please let me cum, daddy!” You begged.

“That’s right, sweetheart. You’re mine.” Steve practically growls. “Cum for daddy.” He says.

Your hands squeezed the sheets tighter as a loud moan left your lips when you came. Steve wasn’t too far behind you. He came after a few thrusts. His thrusts came to a slow stop. He pulled out of you and laid down next to you, pulling you closer to him. You two laid there panting.

“I really am sorry for flirting with your coworkers. I just wanted your attention.” You tell him.

“You should’ve told me. I would’ve given you all of my attention.” Steve says.

You guys laid there in each other’s arms for a moment before Steve carried you to the bathroom for a warm bath to clean the two of you up. Then you guys finally went to bed and cuddled.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[buck-star]

His name, his property | Steve Kemp

// Pairing //

-> Dark!Steve Kemp x Female!Reader

// Summary //

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

// Wordcount //

-> 4.085 Words

// Warnings // Explicit Content

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

// Request //

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

// Authors Note //

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

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

// Events //

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

// Masterlist | Steve Kemp Masterlist //

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[sebastiansluts]

Omg thank you for fulfilling my Dr. Seb dreams. Could we maybe have another where either Dr. Seb or Dr. Kemp (totally up to you) kidnaps the reader to make her his perfect little patient? He’s fascinated by her entire body, but her heart specifically. He wants to know exactly how it sounds when she cums for him, but first he needs to welcome her home with a through full-body exam in his lab. He needs to get her used to this room, as they’ll be spending a lot of time here.

Steve Kemp x Reader; non!con, kidnapping, med!kink, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

You woke up slowly, head pounding as you blinked your eyes open to bright lights surrounding you. You couldn't remember what had happened exactly, all you remembered was going to a new doctor, Dr. Kemp, and he...he did something, he put something over your face.

You started hyperventilating as you looked around, trying to move, but you couldn't. You looked down to see your legs spread and feet strapped into stirrups, a strap across your arms and torso, keeping you pinned to the exam table that was upright in a chair position.

You glanced up and screamed. Dr. Kemp was standing across the room from you, dressed in scrubs.

"Shh, princess, don't scream, it's just me," he said, walking up with his hands raised in assurance. Your breath was coming fast, making you feel lightheaded. "Don't pass out on me baby," he ordered, smacking your cheek. You blinked quickly, shocked, but you slowed your breathing.

"Wh-where am I?" you asked, fear tight in your throat.

"This is my lab, we're going to spend a lot of time in here princess. But today we're starting out with a full body examination," Dr. Kemp stated, snapping on a pair of gloves.

You flinched at the noise and he shushed you, pressing his thumb into your mouth and hooking around your teeth, pulling your jaw down. He slid two fingers of his other hand down your throat, testing your gag reflex. He tsked when you gagged, tears filling your eyes.

Dr. Kemp's hands traveled down to your breasts, squeezing them harshly before pinching your nipples until you were squirming and begging him to stop.

When he released you, his hands moved down to your spread pussy, plunging two fingers into you as he pinched your clit. You shrieked as he felt around inside you, pressing on a spot that made you writhe.

He took his hands away completely, pulling his gloves off and sliding on a new pair, then picked up his stethoscope and put it on. He pressed the end to your chest, right above your heart.

"You're going to be quiet now princess, no matter what. I want to hear this heart as you come, and you're going to be my perfect little patient and let me, aren't you?" Dr. Kemp asked, placing the stethoscope in his ears.

You bit your lip, tears falling, but nodded. He undid his pants, hard cock sticking out, and pressed into you steadily, hearing your heart beat faster already as you were stretched and filled.

Dr. Kemp fucked you quickly, desperate to hear your heart as you came. He used his free hand to rub at your clit, giving it little pinches to spark pleasure and pain through you, holding back his own groans at the way your heart tripped each time.

You felt your orgasm building until it suddenly hit, your heart racing in Dr. Kemp's ears, your cunt tight on his dick. He came with a low grunt, hips pumping inside you as he kept listening to your heart.

Dr. Kemp stayed where he was until your heart rate returned to normal. Then he pulled out and redid his pants. "I knew I was right to choose you, your heart is perfect."

[sweetiebarnes]

FAVORITE PLACES

Various characters and their favorite places to have sex.

Warnings: public sex, shower sex, car sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cum kink, basically this is all filth.

A/N: Please do not report this! It's so frustrating to have things reported. If I missed any warnings you feel should be listed, please let me know. Gifs made by me. I know I didn't list all of Seb's characters, but I did some of my favorites.

𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 - After being denied pleasure for many years, Bucky is desperate. He’s more than happy to have sex any place at any time. Out to dinner with friends? He doesn’t care, he’ll gladly take you in the bathroom of the restaurant. Heading to a mission? No better place than the back of the jet. He even took you in the laundry room of your parent’s house. The man is insatiable. 

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐧- Carter loves the thrill of making you cum while riding the elevator. It all started when the two of you got stuck on one. He knew he needed to distract you somehow. What better way than having you cum on his cock? Now, whenever you two ride one together, he considers it a challenge to see just how fast he can make you cum.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 - Charles loves to take you apart in the back seat of his red convertible. He gets even more excited when you let him keep the top down. It’s almost like he’s determined to get caught. He craves the sound of your moans and screams. Let the townspeople hear you while his tongue is buried deep into your soaked pussy. 

𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 - The gym, of course. Lance loves to use the different gymnastics equipment to his advantage. You'd never considered yourself to be flexible. That is, until Lance came along. He causes you to bend and stretch in ways you didn't even know was possible. Whether it's bending you over the pommel horse or having you ride him on top of the mats, he always manages to give you a solid workout.

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 - Lee loves to fuck you at the station. It all started when he spotted two of his deputies staring at your ass. That afternoon he made sure they all knew who you belonged to. He bent you over his desk and pounded into you until you were screaming his name. Now anytime you bring his lunch (which happens frequently). Everyone in the station knows what’s about to happen. Lee can't help but feel smug as you walk out of his office with his cum running down your thighs.

𝐌𝐚𝐱 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭 - Max craves the riches in life. He lives for the thrill. He loves to have sex in your current mark's house. Once, you were conning a millionaire. Max fucked you up against the window of the man's penthouse. He always finds a way to be a part of the con. Whether it's posing as your best friend, brother, or coworker. He doesn't care. As long he finds a way to have you.

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 - Mickey loves to fool around inside his DJ booth. Once the club was so dark, he was able to fuck you without anyone noticing. He's constantly looking for opportunities to make it happen again. But most of the time, the two of you are only able to manage to sneak in a blow job or some fingering. It doesn't matter though, because the set is over. He'll find a place so he can be buried deep inside your pussy.

𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐅𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐫- Nick loves to take you apart in the shower. There's just something about the way the water trickles down your breasts that makes him feral. He loves the way you look with your hair soaked and the blissed-out expression on your face. Whether it's first thing in the morning or ending a long day. Nothing relaxes Nick more than a shower with you.

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐊𝐞𝐦𝐩 - Steve never expected to be able to fuck you once he put you in his basement. No, he thought once you found out the truth of everything, you’d want nothing to do with him. But that wasn’t the case at all. He quickly realizes you're just as twisted as he is. So, that's why he loves to fuck you while you're locked away. Knowing that his other victims are listening only causes him to want this more.

[thebluemage]

Marking What’s His

Pairing | Doctor!Steve Kemp x female reader

Warning | Explicit sexual content, 18+, smut, possessiveness, fingering (f receiving), established relationship with Doctor!Steve and girlfriend!patient reader, doctor/girlfriend!patient dynamic, orgasm control, edging, bondage, overstimulation, use of pet names (Bunny), light choking, biting kink, use of sex toys, aftercare, Steve Kemp (he’s a warning on his own!)

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

Word Count | 2650

A/N | I’m perpetually horny because of writing this. I couldn’t help myself! Beta’d by the amazing @christine-the-soprano-31​, but all mistakes are my own. Banner & divider made by @vase-of-lilies. If y’all enjoy it, leave some feedback, comment and reblog. I’d really appreciate it!! 💗

Masterlist

Steve had given you free reign of the house, and tonight, he’d invited you to come to a charity event with him for work. He introduced you to many of his colleagues. One of them was a young, well skilled surgeon, and you guessed that he took a liking to you because he’d made some small talk while patting your shoulder every now and then. Steve noticed it immediately and shot a pointed look in your direction, his eyes not leaving you for the rest of the night. The event was lovely and beautiful otherwise, until you and Steve went out to the car; that’s when the arguing began.

You burst in through the front door angry and agitated. Steve had been glaring at you all evening, ever since that colleague had approached you and made small talk with you.

“For the last time Steve. He was just friendly to me. And you should know that, because he’s your fucking colleague!” You yell at him.

“I don’t fucking care if he’s my colleague. He was flirting with you!” He accuses.

“God, can you stop insinuating things for just one second and listen—”

Steve cuts your words off as he approaches you and collides his mouth into yours very hard. You gasp out a breath before you’re putty in his hands. A delighted whimper slips from your lips and you attach your hands around his neck. He grabs your jaw firmly and authoritatively to make you look at him.

“No baby, you listen to me. I know what he’s like, and he was constantly eyeing you and giving you looks. And I should fire him for it.” He says sternly, fury eminent in his voice.

“Why are you mad at me, then?” You ask, discombobulated.

“Because you let it happen.” He says through gritted teeth, his jaw clenched as his eyes turn darker with every word.

Your eyes go wide at his statement.

“What? That’s unfair!”

He grabs you by the throat and squeezes his fingers around you, his thumb grazing along as he drags you up against the wall, trapping you against it.

“Maybe if I punish you, it’ll help you remember who you belong to next time, darling.” He grunts while his other hand roams along your body. He quickly finds your dampening panties and rubs at them slowly. You sigh out a prolonged mewl.

“Such a needy little Bunny, aren’t you?” His voice is laced in sultriness as he licks a stripe from your throat to your cheek and nibbles on your jaw.

“Basement. Now. Enter my lab, and wait for further instructions.” He orders when he lets you go. You avert your eyes to the floor as you obey his orders and walk down the stairs to the basement. 

You open the door to his lab, the familiar odor entering your nostrils as soon as you step through the threshold. You look around the room; it seems that nothing has changed, as if it was only yesterday when you first found yourself here. Echoes of footsteps follow down the stairs, you turn around to see Steve in scrubs, a stethoscope hanging loosely around his neck. You already know what this is going to be. 

“Lay on the exam table for me, my patient,” he commands you. His tone of voice is firm and contained, leaving you breathless. You swallow the lump in your throat and obediently follow his orders once again. You lay yourself on the table, your demeanor calm and collected. You already know how the procedure goes. He looks down at you with a broad smile.

“Good girl. First, I’m going to give you a checkup and then we’ll get to work,” he explains as he puts the stethoscope in his ears. He presses the diaphragm to your chest, listening to your heart. 

He sighs lovingly, his face merely inches away from yours, looking at you as though he is completely entranced by the melody of your heart; by the unique melody of your body. 

“If you could only hear how pretty your heart sounds. Here, listen to it,” he murmurs as he takes the buds out of his ears and puts them in yours. He puts the diaphragm in your hand and places his hand over yours, guiding it around your chest. You hear the sound of your steady heart, producing a rhythmic and composed tone.

“It’s beautiful, and therefore, you are beautiful.” He takes the stethoscope from you, and you suddenly find yourself lost in his cerulean gaze, his face still inches from yours. He smiles contentendly and continues his routine, distancing himself again.

“Alright, everything is perfect. My Bunny is nice and healthy. Now, you already know how this works. Go ahead and undress yourself,” Steve instructs. 

“Yes, Steve.” You reply softly, giving him a bashful smile. He gives you a gown to put on and you go behind the partition and quickly change into it. You come back to him as he beckons you to his exam table again. Everything is in place for him to begin as you lie back down. 

“Since this is a punishment, I have to restrict you from any movements,” he says before grabbing your ankles and pulling until your hips are at the edge of the table. He straps your legs and thighs into the stirrups, already exposing your throbbing pussy to the icy air of the lab. Next, he moves to strap your wrists above your head.

“Bunny, do you recall how many times he touched you?” His broad frame hovers above you, as you look up at him in anticipation.

“Uhhh…5 times, maybe?” You say, trying to recount thoughtfully.

His eyes darken at your words. 

“You’re getting edged 5 times,” he affirms, his tone like ice. “Now, give me a random number.”

“8.”

“Great, I’m going to edge you 5 times, and I’m going to bite into you 8 times and let you come 8 times. You think you can handle that, Bunny?” He asks you assuringly, talking to you as though you’re a patient at his practice.

“I–I think I can,” you say with a little uncertainty.“Hmm, of course you can,” he says, while he smiles and softly tucks a lone strand of hair behind your ear.

You look at him as he rolls the cart to his side and picks up a scalpel from the tray. 

“Let me see what you’ve got here, my little bunny. There’s no need to be shy over it, you’re safe here with me,” he says. He cuts all the way through the gown, leaving you completely bare. He slowly lingers the blade just above the surface, tracing intricate patterns along your smooth skin. Your skin prickles and your breath hitches in your throat.

“It’s time,” he announces. He puts the scalpel back on the cart and instead picks up a magic wand, turning it on to the lowest setting. He trails the vibrator along your nipples until they perk up and then travels lower, until he settles it between your thighs.

“No! Please!” you whine out. Tears run down your face as you feel your near orgasm ebbing away again.

“Shh, shh. You’re doing so great, my sweet patient,” he coos tenderly while leaving soft kisses along your thighs.

“Please, Doctor. I–I need to come! I need it. I-I crave it! Aah!” you plead, completely out of breath. 

“But you sound too angelic for me to end it so soon,” he teases.

“Please, please, please. I’d do anything you ask of me. Fuck! Anything!” you beg rapidly. You’re tugging against the restraints holding you in place.

“Huh, anything I ask of you?” he confirms. You give a desperate nod.  

“Well, you’re in luck because I’m asking you to cum for me.” He places the magic wand right to your core and switches it to the highest setting.

“Oh, Aah! Fuck!” You squeal when you feel the intense vibrations. You buck your hips upward, chasing the reverberation that sets your soul on fire.

“You know, maybe I should mark you. You always look so pretty when I mark you up. so everyone knows that you’re mine, all mine,” he muses. He lowers himself so his lips are at your neck, and you can feel his hot breath near the shell of your ear.

“I need you to say it, Bunny. Say that you want me to bite you,” he whispers seductively in your ear.

“Pl-please Steve, I need you to bite me!” you beg, your voice on the verge of an orgasm.

“Good girl,” he praises. He brings his lips to the crook of your neck and bites into you, leaving you with a red, lingering bite mark.

You let out a breathless moan, feeling delirious in the midst of this ongoing ecstasy. You arch your back from the table and your body begins to stutter as you sense another orgasm coming.

“You’re so gorgeous when you writhe like that, but I want to bet you’re even more marvelous when you come, so cum for me.”

“Shit! Yes, yes, yes! Oooohh!” you wail out as you feel pulses of bliss rushing through your body, enrapturing you completely. Your wetness drips out to your thighs.

“Yes, just like that, beautiful. I love it when you lose control like that bunny,” Steve asserts. He caresses your face as he puts the magic wand on the cart.

You breathe heavily, feeling yourself coming down from your salacious high. You close your eyes for a few moments and open them again when you feel the cold diaphragm of a stethoscope on your chest. 

“I hear your heart thundering, but the storm isn’t over yet, my love,” he says while looking at you with depraved eyes. “I’m doing this research for your pleasure, and only yours. Your body fascinates me like no other has. You know that, right?” he asks, his voice demanding confirmation. 

“Yes, of course I know that, Steve. I–” You get cut off when you feel Steve’s mouth around one of your nipples. He runs his tongue along its tip while still listening to your heart. You gasp a hitched breath, quivering with excitement.

“Captivating, just captivating,” he mumbles, utterly fixated on your body. He puts the stethoscope away and begins to fondle your other breast. A snivel slips from your mouth while your body releases another gush of slick, wetting your core even more. Steve proceeds to bite into your chest, leaving a red bite mark under your collarbone and making you hiss with unparalleled hunger from deep within you. His hands roam all over your body, enrapturing you in comfort and warmth while coaxing another orgasm from you. 

He lowers down until his head reaches your core and greedily licks long and lasting trails around it. He flicks on your clit multiple times before he sucks at it hard. You can only whimper against his never ending onslaught.

“You’re so wet, my sweet patient. I’m taking such good care of you. Now, be a good girl and cum for me again,” he commands. You feel his teeth bite into your thigh and soothe it with licks. Your face contorts as you feel another wave of gratifying bliss surrounding you. You weep out another luscious whine when you feel his fingers entering your cunt.

“You can do one more, can’t you bunny?” he says with a wicked smirk. “Come on, sweetheart. You can do this, just one more.” He gives an encouraging hum.

“I– It’s a lot. Too much!” you answer. Words tumble incoherently out of your mouth. Your whole body glistens and shudders with excessive delight.

“I know, I know. You’re taking it so well, and you can do this. I know what your body is capable of. And I’m here to help you through this. Maybe this will take you over the edge,” he says. He bites against your thighs twice.

The coil in your gut snaps as a legion of shock waves travels through your body. You scream in utter satisfaction. Your back arches high off the table while your body convulses uncontrollably. Only when you collapse against the table does your body finally go still, Heavy breaths echo through the lab and you close your eyes to rest for a bit. You feel warm hands releasing you from your restraints, and those same warm hands caress you gently.

“Do you feel any pain?” You hear the focus in Steve’s voice as he moves your exhausted frame so that you’re sitting up on the table. You lean heavily against him, using his body to hold yourself up.

“No. I–I just feel a little sore,” you answer back, exhausted.

“It took a toll on you, didn’t it? Come here.” He pulls you into his arms and embraces you into a soothing hug. You always feel safe and secure in his arms. As if nothing could ever hurt you when you’re enveloped in them. His arms are your safe place.

“I just wanted to prove myself to you, because I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“What are you talking about? You could never disappoint me, Bunny. Your body takes what it can take, and if you feel like you can’t, don’t hesitate to use your safeword. All I ever want is for you to be comfortable and safe. I want you to enjoy yourself when I’m doing my research.” He cradles your face between his big hands and strokes your face delicately.

“You did so well for me, my sweet patient. I’m so proud of you,” he declares. He pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead before carrying you out of the lab, through the hallway, and all the way to the bedroom.

He lays you down on the soft bed and goes to the bathroom to grab a wet cloth to clean you up. He moves the cloth as gently as he can over your body, kneading your muscles underneath and making you relax instantly.

“How are you feeling right now?” he asks.

“Better, at least I’m not sore anymore,” you reply.

“Here, let me massage you,” he says while kneading your muscles expertly. 

“Thank you, Steve,” you sigh thankfully.

“What for?”

“For taking such great care of me, I’m so grateful to have you.”

“Anything for my patient. For my love,” Steve says as he traces every contour of your body. He moved to lay beside you, caressing your skin delicately with his fingertips, as if it were made out of porcelain. He nuzzles closer to you as he cuddles with you, burying your face into his neck.

“I’m so sorry for being jealous, but I can’t help myself. I need you to understand that I’m possessive when it comes to you, my sweet patient. Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you, except for me. You’re mine and mine only and I love you. I love you with everything I have. You’re my world, and I’d give you the universe,” he confesses while he holds you close.

“It’s okay, I understand. If I were you, I’d be like this too,” you laugh to lighten the mood. “And I love you too, Steve. You’re my lighthouse to guide me through my darkest nights, my safe place to feel sound and secure, my home to come back to. I love you so much that my heart aches when you’re not around me.” You look deep into his eyes as you speak, once again finding yourself lost in their depth. 

“God. You’re so perfect,” he says, looking at you. 

You trace the remaining bite marks on your neck. “Well at least, now everyone will know that I’m yours,” you tease with a giggle. You throw a leg around him, feeling loved and cherished. And that’s all that matters to you; you are loved, you are cherished, and you are his. 

[maxburnett]

I’d love know what headcanons you have about dom!Steve Kemp. 😊

I honestly feel like he’s generally soft unless something has really upset him. Like you know that something’s upset him and you let him take his frustrations out on you. It’s a consensual deal the two of you’ve made. Maybe he’s snapped once or twice but he always apologizes and makes it up to you … because let’s face it he’s very good at a certain thing between your legs. You have already established a safe word long before any of this has happened.

He always makes you get on your knees, he’s standing above you cock hard and exposed. He’s smirking down at you, licking his lips. “Open your mouth.” You open your mouth and he pushes his cock in and begins using your mouth as he sees fit. He’s fucking it until he sees tears and then he pulls away, he loves it when you start crying. He pulls you up and wipes the tears away, he mixes just a tad of after care in just as a bit of a tease, because before you know it, you’re over his knee and he’s slapping your ass.

“Fuck. Your ass turns the loveliest shade of pink.” He keeps spanking you til it hurts. There’s more tears. He lays you down he licks and kisses the tears away. “You look beautiful when you cry. You make me proud.”

Then he finally runs two of his fingers down to your cunt. He groans, he can’t help himself, he loves feeling what he does to you.

“You are dripping wet. Getting so turned on by being in pain. Such a naughty girl. Tell me you are my whore.”

“I’m you’re whore Steve.”

“Good Girl.” He sucks your juices off his fingers and he groans again, again something he can’t help, your taste his his favorite taste in the world. “You smell and taste so fucking good.”

He has you lay on your stomach because his favorite stuff is coming.

“You look beautiful with your ass facing me. Fuck I love the view of your pussy from behind. He grabs the crop and rubs it across your ass and pussy. “Spread your legs open for me and place your hands on your ass and pull yourself open for me. He runs the crop gently over your thighs, ass and pussy. What do you think this?”

You decide to play dumb despite knowing damn well what it is.

“Hmm. I don’t know Steve. I think you should remind me.” He smirks and slaps your pussy. You let out an ahh but barely flinch. “He continues until your ass is red and your pussy is red and puffy. He tosses it to the side and begins to pepper kisses from the bottom of your calf up. He knows you’re pretty much over stimulated from the crop so he skips over the kissing anywhere near your pussy and instead kisses the read areas of your ass. “Roll back over,” he says as he exits the room,” In a few minutes he returns with a bottle of water and gives you a drink before taking a drink for himself. He smirks down at you.

The bedroom is set up so that the dresser and mirror are in view of each other, you can see him as he gets up leaving you alone in the room. You have the perfect profile view of the man you love and you can’t stop staring at it. His next demand breaks your train of thought.

“I’m going to roll you over and take you from behind,” you feel the bed shift as he does just that. His arm holding you up as he pushes into you. He fills you up with one hard push. It takes everything in you not to come right that instant. You don’t know how you didn’t. But nothing could hold back your screams. “I love to make you scream. Hold on to the top of the headboard and do not let go until I say so. Look at me when you come and not until I tell you to.” His thrusts get faster and more erratic. “Come for me my little whore!” And with that you let go and you’re pretty much unable to form a intelligent sentence for about 10 minutes.

I just know his aftercare game is A+ and he is a cuddler. Now I want to write an actual fanfic

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

i have this idea for a porn au/cam au.

basically, camgirl!reader is in college, having fun there (with some frat boys), then things evolve when people in the industry falls smack dab in love with her and her vibe, so she starts doing porn.

my question, however, where i need your help, is what dudes should be in it? i need a good handful to go in a lot of different places...

my first thought was a mix of sebastian stan characters and chris evans characters. idk they just seem like they could fit the vibe... is that crazy or are there others that would fit the mold better?

i was just having thoughts today... no idea when or even if this becomes a thing, i don't usually share ideas when they are this raw, but hey, this is just for fun giggly times, so no pressure or anything

[heavysoldat]

something with steve kemp? <3

“Hands t’ your self,” You can hear him grunt in your ear, hips tightly pressed up against your ass with each thrust he lands, cock reaching to hit your cervix. Each thrust has your legs propping up into the air, whines leaving your throat like they’re being punched out of you.

He’s got you bent over the kitchen counter, the bottom of your dress ripped completely in the heat of his desire- from when when he was practically snarling with the need to feel your cunt.

You can hear the slaps of your joining skin with each pound, “Such a good whore for me,” Steve grunts, “Just letting me take you against the fucking granite, however I please.”

He tangles a hand in your hair to pull you back against him, grunting at how your cunt clenches with the pull. “You like being used? Cause your pussy’s fucking dripping for me, begging me to abuse her. No matter how much you cry- your pussy tells me exactly what you really want.”

You grab onto his wrist, with a silent plead of something. To slow down, go faster, stop, or keep fucking you until you can’t move- you don’t know.

Steve’s thumb finds home at your puckered hole, threatening to breach the unpenetrated entrance, almost growling at the feeling. You whimper as he pushes his thumb in, toes curling with how full you feel.

“Maybe I should stuff her with my cock next,” He grunts. “Claim every little hole you got as mine.”

[highonmarvel]

Honest

Steve Kemp: Steve’s never lied to you. 18+ only!

Dub/Non Con Warning!

more content warnings here!

“I’m gonna keep you alive, for as long as I can.”

You would have scoffed if you were in less of a frantic state. Though it had only been two months, you had grown to trust Steve; he had never lied to you, and you thought he never would. You trusted him so much that had he not already lied to you, you would believe him now.

“I don’t believe you,” you say shakily, trying to stop your body from trembling as you pull against the chain cuffed to your right hand.

He crouches down, and you can feel his eyes on you, but you’re too preoccupied with fumbling with your restraint to meet his gaze, despite deep down knowing how useless your effort here would be.

“I’ve never lied to you,” he says.

“You said you were a vegetarian,” you snap through gritted teeth, as you try hard at tugging your hand free.

“I said I don’t eat animals.”

You briefly pause your efforts—so momentarily it may as well not count—running through your mind the red flags you should have caught—but they were never lies. You want to berate yourself for getting so caught up in his charm, but, in your defence, how were you supposed to know your boyfriend was a cannibal? Maybe you should have been more wary he was a kidnapper, but a cannibal?

“Yeah,” this time you do scoff, “Eats pussy, eats people, what’s the difference.”

His serenity juxtaposed with your anxious effort to get free are driving you madder by the second.

“Stop doing that,” he mutters, but you don’t stop, instead trying harder, pulling harder, hands trembling harder, heart thumping harder.

“STOP!” he yells, and it startles you enough to pull your left hand away. He stands, towering over you and blocking the light, like a dark cloud blocking the sun to cause a storm.

“No!” you scream at him as you kick away the sheets of the thin mattress onto the cold floor, “Don’t touch me!” you shriek, cowering further into the corner, pushing up hard against the wall, willing it to swallow you up, even collapse against you—just anything to get you away from him.

He holds his hands up and shrugs, still cool as ever, as you throw your head back against the wall, eyes closed and chin outward towards him, nose to the roof as you will yourself to just. Wake. Up. Because this can’t be real.

You scramble to stand up and attempt to dart past him—for what, you’re not sure, maybe the chain will break or something, doesn’t matter, you just have to try something.

His eyes widen but he easily sticks out an arm and you run into it. You bend over his outstretched arm and start screaming and kicking. He pulls you against his chest, one arm wrapped firmly around your waist and the other caging your chest, his hand in your hair.

“Stop, stop, stop,” he coos, “Calm down.”

And against your better judgement you do, you slowly stop fighting against him, because no matter what, his warm arms wrapped around you and the scent of his earthy cologne relax you, like you’re conditioned to. You close your eyes and hope when you open them you’ll be back in your bed, Steve’s strong arms around you, and you were only kicking because you had an awful nightmare, but it’s okay, because Steve’s got you.

You peel your eyes open and deflate in disappointment, met with the same dim orange light and cold room, Steve’s arms around you.

You feel really stupid that you pretty much just walked into your cage, maybe you would have felt better if he had snatched you off the side of the road, because that wouldn’t be your fault. This… this did feel like your fault.

“Steve, let me go,” you demand, still out of breath.

He drops your body onto the mattress and you groan as you look up at him again. You know you asked, but you feel colder without him. You want to say I meant let me out of here, but he holds up a finger to stop you when he sees you open your mouth.

“Now why would I let my favourite girl leave?”

You physically cringe at his words. In any other context that would have you blushing and lightly squeezing your thighs together, but now, you hear the word favourite and your mind wanders to how many women he’s said that to… how many women he’s done this to.

“Would have thought you treated your favourite a little better,” you snap, and immediately regret it when his eyes go dark and his face falls. You suppress a shudder, and when the corner of his mouth quirks up, you try uselessly to back away even further. His eyes remain dangerous and his lips beautifully coy, his gorgeous features morphing a juxtaposition that terrifies you.

“You know I can make you feel good,” he drawls, tone heated.

“Steve, don’t,” you breathe, disgusted, by him, and by yourself, for you feel that familiar heartbeat calling out to him. Your body defies you, responding on its own to his drop in octave as you watch him crouch down to you.

He lays down next to you and moves his hand to your waist, “And you know… maybe I want you for myself. I already know you taste sweet.”

He smiles and traces his fingers further down to your thigh and squeezes gently.

You can’t look away from him, fixated on his steel blue eyes, mouth slightly open and breathing uneven.

Slowly, he moves to hold himself up above you, neat brown waves falling forward as he stares down at you, hunger-filled eyes raking over you. You know that look; he wants to devour you.

But… maybe in a different context this time.

Your nerves scale up as he moves down and places his head between your thighs, pushing them apart.

“Steve, please stop,” you whisper as he settles.

“You’re soaked already,” he remarks, before running his middle finger down your clothed slit. You writhe and you can feel his amused exhale against your heat.

Though every brain cell is screaming this is wrong, you can’t help but crave his mouth on you, and you’re so caught up in the idea you don’t even notice he’s slipping your underwear off until he leaves a gentle kiss on your cunt and you gasp, hands immediately flying to grip his hair.

He smiles before his mouth latches onto you.

Your hips buck into his face before he steadies you, his hands smoothing over your thighs and slipping underneath them to get a better (but still gentle) grip on you, pulling you closer to him. You let out a sob at a particularly harsh suck he gives and he grins before dipping his tongue back in and swirling.

“Steve…” you whine, and you can’t even tell for what; for him to stop, for him to never stop, you don’t know. With every swirl, lick, suck, you can feel your resolve starting to melt away, mere minutes into discovering you’re his fucking captive.

“You taste so fucking good,” he grunts against you, his voice cracking as he struggles to keep his composure, just as lost in the taste of you as you are in the feel of him.

You’re close and he knows it, “Cum for me, sweetness, please,” he begs, sounding nearly desperate. And you do, with an arch of your back and a heavenly moan falling from your mouth, you cum into his mouth, tears stinging your vision as you grip tighter onto his locks before letting your hands fall away to push weakly as his shoulders.

“See?” he says as he raises his head. You manage to look down at him, his nose and lower face glistening, coated in you, “You just taste so fucking good… the rest of you’s gotta to be as heavenly too, honey.”

♯

[homiesexuallaj]

Steve Kemp + Blood Kink

Pairing: Steve Kemp x reader

Genre/Warnings: mentions of cannibalism, mentions of murder, mentions of menstrual cycles, face slapping, biting, smut, very long and descriptive foreplay, slight possessive! Steve, mentions of blood, head (fem receiving), cunnilingus, spitting, orgasm denial if you squint, name calling, kinda proofread

A/N: Watched Fresh for the first time the other day and then I got my period a few days later. Steve Kemp has been on my mind lately and being the cannibal and freak he is, of course he has a blood kink

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Never mind that you met the charming, handsome stranger during a late night run to the grocery store for some much needed food. Never mind that he asked for your phone number, you gave it, and he texted you three days later. Never mind that this handsome stranger took you out on bar bonding nights and midday coffee dates. Never mind that you introduced this charming stranger to your best friend since forever. Never mind that this man had invited you to his rather nice, but secluded house up and away in the woods. Never mind that after, maybe, one too many drinks you passed out on his couch and awoke on a rather comfy bed that was placed in the floor with a wrist cuffed to a chain. Never mind that the charming, handsome stranger held you down on said bed while you screamed and cried to be let go. Never mind that he promised to feed you, to clean you, to keep you dressed and warm as long as you behaved.

Never mind the girl just on the other side of the wall was in disbelief that he’d actually fucked you and touched you in ways that he didn’t do to her, or others. Never mind the begging and screaming you heard from other girls in nearby rooms as the stranger dragged them down the halls. Never mind the groggy groans that followed after he carried the other girls back to their rooms. Never mind how the girl next to your room, and the one a room over, told you stories of how your charming stranger is a raging cannibal who cuts limbs off and keeps women alive for as long as he can before killing them off like livestock.

Never mind all of that because your handsome, charming stranger had never taken any part of your body from you. Never mind all of that because your handsome stranger had never hurt you.. without reason, of course. Never mind all that because while the stranger is making your neighbors scream and cry from fear, he’s making you scream and cry for entirely different reasons.

Never mind all of that because Steve Kemp is a freak.

——

You’d been whimpering and whining, pushing and blocking for the past ten minutes now. You should know better than to try and fight Steve off in any way, but you had a good reason to. You had an actual, legitimate reason to push Steve away today. This reason would be that same reason you’d give him if he tried anymore during the week.

So, Steve handled your misbehaving in the way that always seemed to work.

Your head was jerked to the side and your cheek stung with a heated pain. The skin was already tinted red from the harsh contact. You gasped from shock and grabbed your cheek with a tender hand as you turned your head to look back at Steve.

He was glaring down at you from his position of crouched above you.

“Quit that,” Steve slapped your other cheek with the same force he used to slap you the first time. His voice was a low growl as he spoke. “Quit pushing me away. You know better.”

You whimpered as you looked up at Steve with teary eyes. You held both of your cheeks, doing your best to the soothe the heated skin. You winced a little as the muscles of your pelvis clenched painfully.

Steve didn’t seem to care as he forced your hands away from your face to grab at your cheeks with one large hand. He squeezed your cheeks, shaking your face a little. It was almost like he was trying to shake some sense into you.

“Why’re you fighting me off today, huh?” Steve asked, confused and irritated. “You’re so usually so good for me. What’s the matter with you? I don’t want to punish you, but I will if I have to.”

You couldn’t fight the shiver that skittered up your spine as Steve mentioned punishing you. You knew what that meant. It was something that Steve used to threaten you with all the time when you first woke up in the basement, but the threats lessened as time went on and you accepted your fate. You shook your head at the mention of the threat.

“We can’t, Steve,” You told him with a timid voice. “I-“

“Why?” Steve jerked your head as he pressed for information.

“I’m bleeding,” You answered. “I- We can’t-”

“You’re bleeding?” The actuality of your answer didn’t click in Steve’s head yet. He scoffed as he continued. “What’d you do? There’s nothing sharp in here to cut yourself on. You’re making excuses.”

“No, Steve,” You cut him off, though you know you shouldn’t. “I’m- I’m on my period. And I’m bleeding, a lot.”

Steve blinked at you. The crease between his brows went away as he raised them. The grip on your face loosened a little. A look mixed up of realization and humor replaced the harsh confusion that previously clouded Steve’s handsome face.

“That’s it?” He asked with a light chuckle. “Just your period? You should know by now that I don’t care. I’ve eaten you out on your period before and you taste divine, baby.”

“It’s a lot this time,” You told Steve with a quiet voice. “It’s messy.”

“I don’t care.”

With that, Steve moved a hand to cup the back of your neck and raised his other to hold the side of your face. He leaned in just as quick, pressing his lips against yours in an insistent kiss. He moved his mouth against yours, titling his head the other way every couple of kisses. His nose occasionally bumped against yours. As his tongue bullied its way into your mouth, he groaned at the taste of you as he gently pushed you back to lay on the bed.

You wrapped your arms around Steve’s neck as he pushed you back. The clink of the chain connecting your wrist to the floor announced your movements. You did your best to follow his lead. You didn’t fight back as Steve’s tongue pressed into your mouth, you gave in almost instantly and pressed your tongue forward to meet his halfway. You sighed out through your nose as Steve’s saliva dripped into your mouth, mixing with you. You let Steve between your thighs as he nudged your legs apart so he could settle between them, but you pulled your thighs up and tried to squeeze them together as you felt thick, sticky liquid seep from your cunt.

“Ah ah,” Steve tutted, pulling away from you. “Let me in. You’ll be fine.”

“It’s gonna be messy,” You lightly pleaded. “I’m gonna stain the sheets.”

“Stains can be washed and sheets can be changed,” Steve pointed out, sitting up slightly to look down at you. His hands moved to your hips, slipping underneath your shirt. “You’ll be fine. I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

Steve leaned down again, connecting your lips with his once again. He licked into your mouth and nipped at your bottom lip. Slowly, Steve pushed your shirt up, revealing your torso inch by inch.

You arched your back against Steve’s touch, squirming slightly to help him push your shirt up. You sat up slightly so Steve could slip your shirt up your shoulder blades and over your head. Slipping your arms out from the shirt, you tossed the fabric lightly to the side.

Down here, in the basement of Steve’s house in the middle of nowhere, you didn’t bother wearing a bra. Actually, after Steve had taken your clothes and eventually given you new ones, he never gave you a bra. There was no need for it, he reasoned. He was the only man that was going to be seeing you after all, and there was no need to hide from him. Your roomie in the next room had called Steve a “sick fuck” after she heard that conversation for the first time.

When you settled back into the bed, Steve’s lips were back on yours and your hands made their subtle journey down his sides and under his shirt.

As Steve peppered wet kisses over the apple of your cheek, over your jawline, and down the column of your throat, you inched his shirt higher and higher up his body. You revealed his heated skin to the chill of the room and his rippling back muscles to whatever judgy god was watching you two from above. Your short nails scratched up his back lightly and the pads of your fingers bumped along the ridge of Steve’s vertebrae.

“Alright. Alright. I hear ya,” Steve muttered when you’d gotten his shirt bunched up over his shoulder blades.

He pulled away from you, away from the skin of your neck, and sat up. Steve grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head. He tossed the fabric to the side to join your shirt and you barely had enough time to admire before Steve was diving back in to kiss and lick at your neck.

Steve groaned as you practically invaded his senses. His eyes were closed, but he could feel your soft skin beneath his fingers, against his tongue, and between his teeth. He could smell you this close, that sweet but musky human scent that was purely you. The smell complimented the taste of your skin, of your neck. It was an indescribable taste, something sweet, salty, and downright savory. Steve would almost rather have you than whatever poor girl sat frozen away in his walk-in freezer. And the way you sounded, oh god. You weren’t noisy by any means, or not yet, at least. The little ins and outs of your breathing, the way your breath hitches if his fingers found that one spot, if his lips sucked too hard, or if he nipped your skin were all like music to Steve’s ears.

Steve really could get lost in you, in more ways than one.

You were loosing a battle with keeping quiet. Your head was tilted away and your bottom lip between your teeth. Your eyes were screwed shut and you breathed through your nose. Every kiss and lick that Steve gifted to the exposed skin of your neck had heat building beneath your skin and had blood pounding in your ears. Your breath hitched and your fingers twitched against Steve’s back when he started to nip his way down your pulse point, all the way down to your collarbone. You felt him double back, licking up to the area where your neck met your shoulder. Up another inch and you lost your internal battle.

Steve sunk his teeth into that spot on your neck, biting til it hurt but not to break skin. This had caused you to yelp and let out something that sounded like both a moan and a whine. And when he tugged, you whimpered.

“There you go,” Steve mumbled, pulling his teeth from your skin and kissing at the affected area. “Go ahead and tell all these other girls who makes you feel so good. Go ahead and tell them that there are other ways to be eaten, that there are many forms of hunger to be satisfied.” Steve shifted, pulling away and coming back to kiss you again. His voice was a low growl as he continued on, “Tell them that you’re mine and I’m yours. No one else will have me like this, just like no one else will have you.”

Steve kissed you once more, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth as he pulled away.

You could see the heat in his eyes before he dipped his head back down towards you.

Steve left open-mouthed kisses down your throat, over your collarbone, and between the valley of your breasts. He nipped and stopped to suck in a few spots as well, leaving marks. You could feel the graze of his teeth, feeling the threat and promise the bones held. His hands groped and grabbed at you, leading his mouth down your body.

He continued on down, his lips leaving a heated trail of goosebumps. Soon enough, both his hands and his lips were stopped by the barrier of the sweatpants that you wore. He paused.

You looked down when Steve stopped, only to meet those stormy blue orbs staring right back. You held his gaze, your heart pitter-pattering beneath your sternum. You watched as he cast a fleeting glance towards the barrier before looking right back up at you again. You felt his fingers twitch before he slipped each of his fingers one-by-one underneath the waistband until Steve could slowly drag his hands down your thighs and expose you almost completely to his watchful eyes.

Steve pushed your sweatpants down your thighs and over your knees. He leaned down and nudged your thighs apart just enough to nuzzle against the bloody crotch of your panties. Steve kissed the area, opening his mouth and flattening his tongue against the damp fabric when he delivered his second kiss.

It was the first day of your period, and with this being the first time Steve visited you today, you hadn’t had a chance to ask for any menstrual products yet. So, you were left to stain your underwear until you got some. You’d have to ask after Steve got his fill of you.

You helped rid of the sweats and Steve tossed them to the side. When you felt his deft fingers curl around the bottom hem of your panties, you lifted your hips. You could feel the way the panties stuck to your messy lips and how they only could be managed to peel away from your center at the last minute. Your cringed a little at the sight of your bloody underwear, embarrassment began to heat your cheeks at the sight. But you yelped as you felt teeth nip at your inner thigh.

“Don’t make that face,” Steve demanded with a low voice. He was looking up at you as he dropped your panties into the pile of clothes. “You’re beautiful all bloodied up like this.”

You blushed for an entirely different reason now, still looking down at Steve shyly. You gripped the sheets below you as Steve leaned down, bracing yourself for his next actions.

Steve moved your legs so they were tossed over his shoulders. His hands on your hips squeezed the flesh, splaying his large hands out against you. He turned his head to lick at one of your inner thighs, groaning at the irony taste of blood that made a mess there. Steve sucked at the sink there, leaving more loving marks to dirty up your skin in a different way.

You squirmed and whined beneath Steve. The hickies on your inner thighs always hurt to receive, but wasn’t that the point? You can’t have a little love without pain. That’s what Steve always told you. Your heart rate picked up and your breathing hitched with each suck and lick against your skin. You could feel the heat in your abdomen build and bubble over as arousal mixed with blood dripped from your cunt.

“Makin’ a mess,” Steve mumbled, switching to your other thigh.

He gave you the same treatment on this side too, cleaning up the smeared blood and leaving hickies that throbbed with hurt. When he got to the crease in your thigh, you shifted as you patiently waited for his tongue to touch you where you needed him. You needed him to touch you, taste you, anywhere as long as it was in the area you wanted him in.

Finally, after taking his time cleaning up your thighs with his tongue, groaning at the taste while he did, Steve finally flattened his tongue against your cunt. He licked a slow, deliberate strip from your hole and up to your clit. Steve did this once, twice, three more times to gather you up on his tongue and swallow you down. He groaned while he did it, moaning into your lower lips in a way that you could feel all the way up your spine.

You whined below him, biting your lower lip. You squeezed your eyes shut and laid your head back on the pillow behind you. You reached down to card your fingers through Steve’s soft hair, scratching at his scalp in an almost loving way before tangling your hands in his hair and grabbing at the strands. You could feel the way Steve took his time, gently holding your hips in his hands and licking between your folds.

Steve made sure to clean you up real nice. He made sure to dip his tongue between all your crevices and leave behind shiny spit. And of course he could feel your clit throbbing beneath his tongue, which is why he flattened his tongue against the bundle of nerves so he could drag his tongue up and down in a slow pace. He moaned into you when you pulled his hair. Steve pulled away, looking at the string of spit that still connect him to you.

When you looked down to see why he stopped, you watched as Steve pursed his lips slightly to let a glob of spit drip from his lips and fall into the mix that was your messy cunt. His eyes were on the mess before they flickered up to you, catching your heated gaze with one of his own. Your heart skittered beneath your ribcage at the sight of Steve.

His lips, chin, and the very tip of his nose was a mess of blood and your arousal. Due to the mess of bodily fluids between your thighs, the liquids dripped once or twice from Steve’s chin and down onto the pristine white sheets you lay on. His pupils were blown, covered in a haze of pussy-drunk heat.

“You taste better than you usually you’ve, y’know?” Steve comments. His words are emphasized by a squeeze to your hip.

You know what he means by that. You think this is why Steve hasn’t taken anything from you, any flesh or limbs. Because he likes you like this better, in one piece so he can feel you grab at his hair as he feasts between your thighs. You’re thankful that he does, so you don’t have to suffer the same fate as your next door roomies. For now, at least..

You respond to him with a nod, bottom lip between your teeth still. When Steve leans back down, you lay your head back down and close your eyes as pleasure coursed through your nerves and heats up the blood in your veins. Maybe even the blood that still seeps from your leaky cunt as well.

Steve continues his slow paced assault, licking you up with a heavy tongue. He’s taking his upmost time, like he has nowhere else to be. Perhaps he doesn’t. His tongue dips low and prods, like he’s searching for something. Then, he finds the opening of your cunt, the source of the thick blood and leaky arousal.

You moan aloud this time, not too loudly. But the feeling of Steve easing his tongue inside of you has your whimpers melting away into moans. Even more so as you feel his tongue squirm and search around, going as far as it can inside of you. Your mouth falls open and your fingers tighten in his hair as you feel Steve take his time fucking you with his tongue. It’s a slow drag out and a slow push in. You squirm below him, heightening your pleasure just a tad more as your hips shift.

Steve hums against you as he pulls his tongue from you to lick up your slit again. The sound travels up your spinal cord and settles in your chest. He leaves open mouthed kisses against your lower lips, still licking up your taste with his tongue, and sucking and pulling at your lips and clit with his mouth. He’s mindful to watch his teeth though, keeping them away from any sensitive parts.

You can feel how much of a mess Steve his making. Your inner thighs are cold and you can feel warm bodily fluids drip down your ass and soak into the sheets below you. You’d be embarrassed if you were in the right mind, but Steve’s tongue has smudged your usual morals into nothing but an unreadable fog. The only thing you can feel is his tongue and lips on you, and his hands grasping your hips. The only things you can hear are the messy sound of your cunt, Steve’s moans and groans, and your own moans in the, otherwise, empty room.

Slowly, as the minutes tick by, you can feel your pleasure burying itself into the muscles of your pelvis. Your fingers tighten in Steve’s hair and your thighs twitch on either side of his head. Your hips still squirm underneath his lips and your back has a slight arch to it as you try to press yourself more into his mouth.

Steve has picked up pace by now, switching between licking and sucking at your folds and clit. He gives equal attention to both, prolonging your pleasure and unknowingly denying your orgasm as he gives no special attention to your clit just yet.

He’s eaten you out for so long now that you’re not sure how much time as passed. You’re beginning to get tired as well too, not in a bored way but in a pleasure-filled relaxed way. You almost want Steve to stay here for hours, you’re sure he could. But you wanna cum so bad. You couldn’t remember the last time someone really took their time with you, at least before Steve. You never knew how long Steve would treat you like this for, so you took as much as you got, as much as he was willing to give you. Which was, apparently, quite a bit.

“Ah. Steve..,” You mumbled, words a little slurred due to your foggy brain.

He knew what that meant.

“You wanna cum, pretty girl?” Steve asked, his rumbly voice shooting pleasure up your down your spine and into the hollow of your pelvis.

You let out a “mm hmm” while nodding your head and shifting your hips to press more into his mouth.

Steve hummed back and shifted. He wrapped his arms around the front of your thighs and shifted closer to you. He kept up his ministrations with a heavy tongue, still licking at your folds and pulling at the flesh. Steve picks up pace, using his tongue more than his lips. He licks your clit more than before, switching between flicking the nub with the tip of his tongue and dragging his entire tongue over the nub.

“Oh my- shit! Steve!” You moan as the pleasure that simmers under your skin grows quickly. You grab and pull at his hair more. Your thighs spread so you can give Steve more room to work with, and your hips grind against his face in a way to match his pace.

Steve doesn’t hold you down as you squirm. Instead, he does his best to match your movements. He still sets the pace though. Steve still has the control.

Suddenly, Steve flattens his tongue against your clit and shakes his head. The motion has pleasure spiking between your legs, and you cry out as your thighs shake. He continues this for a few short moments before going back to lick at your clit with varying speeds.

A coil begins to tighten in your lower abdomen, curling in on itself with every lick and suck Steve forces on you. It gets to the point where it’s almost too much but yet, not enough. Your chest heaves and you’re aware of your clit standing stiff against the assaulting tongue.

“Mm- Steve!” You start up again, thighs tightening around his head. “Steve! Steve -shit- I’m gonna- fuck-!”

With a final few licks to your clit, your body seized up and your orgasm washed over you with a cry torn from your throat. You don’t mean to trap Steve between your thighs or pull at his hair with your hands, but you do anyway. Your body is not your own at the moment. It is driven by the pulsing heat between your thighs and the fog in your brain.

Your voice is a mess of moans, whines, curses, and Steve’s name. You are unabashed with the way you beg and thank your lover. There is no doubt that your next door neighbors down here in Steve’s basement can hear you, and can hear the way Steve is enjoying you in ways they’ll never experience.

Steve licks and sucks at your clit until your voice gets whiny and you try to push him away with your hands at the top of his head. He doesn’t relent though, adamant to take what your body can give him. Steve only pulls away when his lungs start to beg for air.

Steve comes up for air, finally. He works to take in air through his open mouth. His lips, chin, and the front of his nose are a mess of arousal that’s tinted with blood. If this weren’t real life, you would’ve thought Steve was a vampire with the way he looks. His hair was tousled from your hands and his pupils are still blown wide.

You’re still a mess on the bed, laid flat down. Your eyes are closed and your own mouth is open to take in gasping breaths. There’s a light sheen of sweat making your skin shiny, making the light above catch on your skin. There’s a flush to your chest and cheeks, showing the exertion from your activities. You work to recover your scattered brain and bare lungs until you feel movements between your thighs and a hand grabs your chin, squeezing your cheeks. You open your eyes to see Steve leaning down over you so he’s face-to-face with you.

“See? That wasn’t so bad,” He tilts his head, a little bit of amusement dancing in those stormy blue eyes of his. “Look at what you get when you let me in.”

You nod, “Sorry, Steve.”

“It’s alright,” He uses his freehand to wipe away at his face, clearing the mess. The amusement dies away to something serious. “Don’t do that again. You know better than to fight me off. You’re mine, you understand that?”

You swallow and nod, nervous now, “Y-yes. I understand. I’m sorry.”

Steve’s face relaxes and he leans down to press a quick kiss to your lips, “Good girl.” He releases your chin from his hold and pats your cheek gently.

He gets up and stretches, raising his arms over his head and twisting his back to pop his spine. Steve pulls his shirt back over his head and smoothes down the fabric, as well as dusts off his pants.

“Get dressed,” Steve orders gently as he helps you sit up and unlinks the chain from the cuff around your wrist. “I’ll bring you upstairs so you can take a bath, yeah? How does that sound?”

You nod, looking up to catch Steve’s eyes as he watches you from where he stands. You move to pull your ruined panties on, cringing at the feel of the cold mess against your still-heated cunt. Your sweatpants and shirt follows soon after. You stand up beside Steve, bracing a hand on a shaky knee as you so.

Steve leads you out of the room, sliding the door to the side and not bothering to close it behind you both. He gives you an almost endearing look before he grabs your hand to willingly take you down the hall and up the stairs.

Your legs are still a little shaky as you follow Steve, but you keep up with his long strides easily. You take two steps for his every one.

From one of the rooms beside yours, maybe even from the girl next to your room, you hear someone mutter “slut” just loud enough for you to hear. But Steve hears it too, obviously with the way you almost run into his back from how fast he stopped. You look up at him confused and see the cold, hard squint of his eyes and the furrow of his brows. You can see the snarl that threatens to curl his lips as he looks at the door to the girl’s room.

But when Steve catches you staring, he shakes his head with a blink of his eyes. Gone is the cold, sharp look and something warm and comforting replaces it. He smiles down at you, stepping forward to continue leading you up stairs.

You follow Steve obediently through the house and to his rather nice bathroom that’s attached to his bedroom. You watch as he gets the water temperature to something nice and warm before plugging the drain.

“Alright,” Steve stands to his full height once he has everything settled. “You get in and get settled. I’ll bring you some clothes and products later. I’ve got to change your sheets and deal with… something first. But call if you need me, okay?”

“Okay,” You nod, leaning in when Steve presses an oh so tender kiss to your forehead. “Thank you, Steve.”

“Anytime, sweetheart.”

And with that, Steve leaves you alone in the bathroom and you begin to undress. As you settle into the warm water that slowly fills the tub, you don’t even notice that the bathroom door can only be locked from the outside. But, it’s not like you want to leave anyway.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

What do you think about reader getting mad at Dr. Kemp and just saying “Bite me!” before immediately realizing what she said to him?

Thoughts on the reader saying “Bite me!” to Steve Kemp

Pairings: Steve Kemp x Female Reader

Summary: You get mad at Steve and end up saying “Bite me!” to him and immediately realize what you said to him.

Warnings: none except for some implied Smut (18+) and pet names

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anonymous person who requested this🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creator.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

“I can’t believe you did it again after I you not to!” You say, raising your voice at Steve.

“Sweetheart, it’s not that big of deal.” Steve says, trying to reason with you.

You got mad at Steve for taking some of your “meat” again after you told him not to.

“It is a big deal, Steve!” You said. “You took some of my “meat” without my permission!” You say.

“You’re acting like I cut off one of your limps and you know I didn’t.” He says.

“It feels like you took more than that!” You say.

“Don’t you think you’re overreacting?” He asks.

“You think I’m overreacting?” You scoffed. “You know what… bite me!” You shouted.

Your eyes widened when you immediately realized what you said.

“Steve, I didn’t mean…” The words died on your tongue when you watched a smirk form on his face.

“What did you mean then, sweetheart?” Steve asks, standing up from his seat.

You were stammering while walking backwards as he approached you. You were stopped by a wall. Steve put one of his hands on the wall next to your head and his other hand tilted your head up so you were looking in his eyes that are now clouded with lust.

“If you want me to bite you, I will.” His voice was low and seductive. “I won’t do it in the way you’re thinking.” He whispers in your ear.

Steve picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, carrying you to yours and his bedroom. He laid you down on the bed and hovered over you.

“I’ll be more than happy to bite you in this way, baby.” He says huskily.

🩺🩺🩺🩺🩺🩺🩺🩺🩺🩺🩺🩺🩺🩺🩺🩺🩺

-Bucky’s Doll

[the-iceni-bitch]

𝕴 𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉'𝖛𝖊 𝕶𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖎𝖙 𝖂𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖓'𝖙 𝖇𝖊 𝖄𝖔𝖚

𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝙺𝚎𝚖𝚙

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎.

𝚂𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 ~ 𝙰 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕'𝚜 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜.

𝚇𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚊 ~ 𝙰 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜.

Relationship: Steve Kemp x female!reader

Words: ~900

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex), mention of injuries, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: that’s three in 24 hours, I am spoiling you bitches.

You rolled over in your sleep and let out a soft sigh, your arm reaching out towards the empty side of the bed while your eyes slowly dragged open.

Steve was late. You had tried to wait up for him but you were exhausted. It was hard not to be worried about him, you were always worried about him. No matter how many times he assured you that there was nothing that could keep him from coming home to you, you would never feel relaxed or relieved until he was sharing your bed.

The front door barely creaked when it opened but you still heard it, sitting up and bed and letting the covers pool around your waist while you waited for him to come to you. His footsteps were heavy on the stairs, and every thud of his boots made your body ache for him all the more. It had been too long, you needed him, you missed the sight of his face. Or, whichever face he would be wearing at the moment.

When he paused at the door to your room you just rolled your eyes, leaning back against the headboard and calling out to him.

“I’m already awake, Steve,” You beamed at him when he sighed and opened the door, the smile only faltering a little when you saw the blood and bruises on his skin. “Why are you so late? What happened?”

“Do you really want to know?” He let himself relax when you just shook your head, starting to remove his clothes slowly even as his eyes drank in your naked body. “Something bad kept me, so I did something bad to make it back to you, that’s enough. How do you always know it’s me?”

You shrugged as he continued to undress, your eyes never leaving his face. Today he looked especially handsome, with a chiseled jawline and a dimpled chin, thick, dark wavy hair you wanted to bury your fingers in and blue gray eyes that made you shiver. But he was still Steve, your Steve.

“I just do,” you pushed the covers back once he was naked, gasping when he immediately crawled on top of you and pushed your legs apart. “You’re mine, I’d know you no matter what.”

“I still think one of these days you’re going to end up welcoming some bad man into your house just because you think it’s me.” He licked his fingers and reached between your thighs, biting his lip when he found you already wet and ready for him.

“Well there’s no one as bad as you, Steve,” you arched your back when he pushed two fingers inside you and curled them against the roof of your cunt. “Besides, you’re the only one with a key.”

He chuckled at that, nipping along the curve of your collarbone and pulling his fingers out of your slowly before kissing you on the lips. Steve kept his mouth molded to yours as he pushed his cock inside you, swallowing your moan and gripping your thighs tightly as he sank into you until his hips met yours. There was a pause once he was fully sheathed inside the slick heat of your pussy, while you shared the same breath and he let you adjust to his intrusion. It was always like the first time with him, maybe that was why you found him so intoxicating.

You didn’t have long to dwell on that thought though when he started to move. His body rolled against yours and you gasped, reaching up to wind your fingers through his thick hair and sucking on his bottom lip while he fucked you in long, deep strokes. Steve moved his hands from your thighs to your waist to your neck, holding you almost delicately even as his hips started to slam into you. The only constant he had in this world was you, and being inside you was the only time he ever felt like he was home.

His lips never left yours while he fucked you. Whether he was kissing you deeply or murmuring soft praises into your mouth he made sure you were sharing the same breath. He smiled and nudged your nose with his when you came for the first time, his tongue flicking along the seam of your lips while your pussy clenched so hard around him you almost pushed him out. You kept clutching at his shoulders to keep him close, though, your eyes bright and wild before they rolled back in your head as he hit you deep.

There was no way to know how much time had passed before he finally came inside you. You were laying on your stomach and panting heavily, covered in sweat and trembling as you moaned at the sensation of his thick spend filling your fluttering cunt. When he collapsed on top of you and groaned you just smiled, winding your fingers through those of his unfamiliar hands and letting yourself drift off to the sound of his breathing. You always slept best when he was inside you, no matter his form. He was your home just as you were his, and no matter what he was, he would always be yours.

[sebastiansluts]

Steve Kemp is driving his new girl to his place out in the woods but he finds her so irritating that he pulls onto a deserted backroad and handcuffs her, drags her into the backseat and lets her see who he really is.

Hate sex. Degradation, humiliation, forced oral on male, choking, rough anal.

Steve Kemp x Reader; non!con, degradation, humiliation, m receiving oral sex, choking, rough anal sex

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

"God would you just shut the fuck up for once?" Steve groaned, shocking you into silence. "Finally, my God, that's what it took?"

"Excuse me? Who do you think you are?" you asked, finding your voice.

"That didn't last long," he grumbled and pulled onto a back road, the car bumping along the uneven dirt path until he pulled to a stop and killed the engine. He had you in handcuffs, hands in front of you, before you realized it, then Steve was yanking you out of the front seat bodily, and shoving you into the backseat.

You turned around, fully intending to tell him off, but his dick was right there, forcing its way into your mouth and down your throat. You gagged, trying to pull back but his hand wrapped around the back of your neck, forcing you to stay put.

"If you can't be quiet on your own, I'll fucking make you. You have no idea how annoying you are, do you? How grating your voice is? It's like nails on a goddamn chalkboard. Every time you open your mouth it's some inane thing in that piercing tone. I just want some peace," Steve groaned, hips snapping into your face, dick choking you.

Tears streamed down your face and Steve rolled his eyes. "It's not like I'm fucking your a- you know what? No, I am going to fuck your ass, right here and now." Your eyes widened and Steve let you pull off his dick but before you could get a word out, his hand had slid around to the front of your throat and squeezed, choking you.

"I don't want to hear a single word out of you understand? One word and I fuck you dry," Steve said menacingly. He released your neck and you nodded slowly, fear stealing your voice.

Steve turned you around on the backseat, getting you to stand on the ground outside the car, hands braced on the seat in front of you as he pulled your pants down and spit on his dick. He brought his fingers around to your mouth and thrust them inside getting them wet with your saliva. He pulled them out and lowered them, pressing two against your hole until they slid inside.

Steve stretched you quickly, barely waiting a minute before adding a third finger and almost immediately taking them out and pushing his dick in instead.

You clenched your teeth together hard as Steve thrust forwards, burying himself to the hilt in one motion. Your nails dug into the seat, a strangled screech breaking through your sealed lips. Steve pulled out, slapped your ass hard, then shoved back in. You sobbed, tears welling and falling immediately.

"And to think, you could have such a nice evening too. I would have given you a drink, we would have talked a while, and then I would have shown you your room, probably would have taken your fucking vocal chords then," Steve muttered, grinding deep into your ass then pulling back and resuming pounding you. You shivered in fear at his words and tone, so conversational and light.

"I don't normally mind my girls to talk, but you...You're the most annoying, pathetic, agonizing bitch to be around. At least you have a decent ass. You'd better fetch me a decent price, otherwise this will not have been worth it," he scoffed, and you froze, clenching in fear as you registered what he said.

"Fuck, yeah, just like that, tighter than a fist," Steve moaned as he came, hips stilling in your ass, cum shooting deep. He pulled out slowly, watching his cum seep out of your hole before he pulled your pants back up.

"Alright, let's get to the house now. Think you can manage to sit quietly this time? Or do you need another lesson?" Steve asked. You sat there silently, and he smirked. "Good girl."