#Steve kemp smut

[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.

// Taglist //

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[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

[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.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Housewife » Steve Kemp

October 27th

Pairings: Steve Kemp x Reader

Summary: Steve keeps the reader as his housewife.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, unprotected sex, praise kink, housewife kink, breeding kink, pet names (honey, sweetheart)

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡

You were in the kitchen, about to start dinner when you heard the door open and close. You smiled when you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist from behind.

“Hi Stevie. How was work?” You asked, turning your head to kiss his cheek.

“Tiring, but I’m better now that I have you in my arms.” Steve says, kissing your neck softly.

You gasped when you felt his teeth bite down onto your skin, hard enough to leave a hickey behind. A tingling feeling shot through your body. One of Steve’s hands slid down your body, blindly finding the hem of your dress. His hand disappeared underneath your dress, only to find out that you weren’t wearing panties.

“No panties, huh?” He says.

“Mhmm no. I thought I’d make it easier for you when you got home.” You say, leaning your head back against his shoulder.

Steve’s middle and ring fingers rubbed in between your wet folds causing you to moan softly.

“You’re so wet. Is all of it for me?” He asks, kissing just below your ear.

“Yes!” You gasped. “Only you!” You moaned.

His fingers rubbed your clit in circles while his fingers on his other hand teased your entrance. Your eyes fluttered shut and your jaw dropped when you felt his fingers slid inside of your pussy.

“Steve!” You moaned.

Your hands gripped the edge of the kitchen counter to steady yourself.

“Such a good little wife for me.” Steve praises.

You moaned when he called you his wife.

“You like that, honey? You like it when I call you my wife?” He whispers in your ear.

“Yes!” You moaned.

His fingers moved faster on your clit and in your pussy. A loud moan left your lips when Steve slid a third finger inside of you, stretching you out. His fingers hit your sweet spot causing your to throw your head back against his shoulder. Steve placed kisses along the side of your neck, nipping on your skin hard enough to leave more hickeys behind. You felt your lower abdomen tighten, feeling your orgasm about to come crashing down on you. You held onto the kitchen counter for dear life when you felt your knees become weak.

“Stevie!” You moaned.

“Gonna cum, sweetheart?” He asks in almost a whisper.

“Mhmm yes!” You moaned.

“Cum for me, honey.” He says.

Within seconds your orgasm came crashing down on you. His name left your lips as you came on his fingers. His fingers fucked you through your orgasm, slowly coming to a stop. Steve pulled his fingers out of you and licked your juices off of his fingers, moaning at the taste.

Suddenly, he bent you over the kitchen counter and kicked your feet apart with his foot. He bunched your dress up above your hips. You bit your bottom lip when you heard the sound of his belt being unbuckled. Steve pulled down his jeans and boxers just enough for his hard cock to spring out, his tip leaking with precum. You gasped when you felt the tip of his cock in between your wet folds, bumping your sensitive clit.

“My wife deserves to be fucked, doesn’t she?” Steve says.

“Mhmm yes I do.” You hummed.

Steve slid his whole cock inside of you in one thrust. His hands gripped your hips, almost bruising and started thrusting. His thrusts were fast and hard, but also lovingly.

“I’ve been waiting for this all fucking day.” Steve groans, tilting his head back.

“Mhmm, me too.” You agreed while moaning.

The sound of skin slapping filled the kitchen. One of Steve’s hands left your hips and snaked down to your clit, rubbing it in fast circles. Your pussy clenched at the feeling of his fingers against your sensitive clit.

“I won’t last long if you keep doing that.” He moans.

His fingers moved faster on your clit causing you to move yourself back against him. Usually Steve would spank you for doing that, but he didn’t this time.

“So fucking desperate for my cock, aren’t ya, sweetheart?” He says with a smirk.

“Mhmm!” You hummed.

“So fucking desperate that you want me to cum inside of this tight little pussy so you’ll have my babies.” He says, almost darkly.

You moaned at his dirty words. You want that more than anything. You felt your second orgasm approaching you quickly. It was about to come crashing down on you once again.

“Stevie! I- fuck! I’m gonna cum!” You moaned.

“Cum for me, honey.” He says in almost a whisper.

A loud moan left your lips as you came for a second time. Steve wasn’t too far behind you. His cock twitched inside of you, nearing his orgasm.

“Shit! Gonna fill this pussy up till you’re full of me.” He pants.

“Yes please!” You moaned.

Your name fell from Steve’s lips as he came inside of you, painting your walls. He thrusted a few more times before coming to a slow stop. He leaned over you, trapping your body behind his body and the counter. Steve gently turned your head and kissed you passionately.

“I love you, my beautiful wife.” Steve says against your lips.

“I love you too, Stevie.” You say in almost a whisper.

🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡

-Bucky’s Doll

[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

[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.”

♯

[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 ��𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 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.

[thevillainswhore]

A Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing

Pairing: Dark!Steve Kemp x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

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

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

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

“Let me go, you fucking psycho!”

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

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

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

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

You were so beautiful. Perfect for him.

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

“Bambi… join me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Youthful, tight skin, good looking.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was no shame in that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What is it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Open up, my little doe.”

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

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

“Bad girl.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why are you doing this?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

You swallowed the presumed lump in your throat.

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

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

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

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

“Funny… you think you have a choice.”

[sstan-hoe]

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-> s.stan masterlist

Bucky Barnes

𝖧𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝖡𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖽𝖺𝗒 ☆ - Today's your birthday and your handsome husband invited his best friend over to gift you a special present.

-> husbands!best friend!bucky | one-shot | smut | ft. andy barber

𝖨'𝗆 𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝖠𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 ☆ - Bucky and you had a secret relationship that ended months ago, but there was an unspoken tension between you.

-> brothers best friend!bucky | one-shot | smut

Gift for You

-> normal!bucky | drabble | fluff | valentine's day event

Wine and Take Out

-> mob!bucky | drabble | fluff | valentine's day event

Take My Breath Away ☆ - it's your wedding day, you are marrying the man you love...or are you? he says he loves you, so why is he letting you marry the man he claims is not right for you?

-> stepdad!bucky | one-shot | smut | angst | fluff | moodboard

Angel to Love for Eternity - you're his angel and he will love you for eternity, he does everything for you...it's time to return the favour.

-> vampire!bucky | one-shot | smut | event

The Storm He Calms – with a hot-headed wife like you, Bucky's life was never boring. Add to that, his daughter. Seven years, cute as a button with the temper of her mother.

-> teacher!bucky | one-shot | fluff | smut | moodboard

Steve Kemp

𝖲𝗍𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗆 𝖲𝗒𝗇𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖲𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖤𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗌 ☆ - steve gives you stockholm syndrome and well let's just say; you gotta make sure you're his only one....

-> steve kemp | one-shot | smut | dark

Nick Fowler

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖱𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖢𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖼 ☆ - nick promised you'd go shopping after you had to punish him for missing yet another date of yours and in a certain store he can't control himself anymore.

-> mob!nick | one-shot | smut | fluff

-> c.evans masterlist

Andy Barber

𝖧𝖾 𝖲𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖧𝖾𝗋 ☆ - he is defending a girl who is charged for murder on three man; she is a criminal, and he is her lawyer who can’t stay away from her knowing what she is.

-> criminal!reader | one-shot | dark

𝖯𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖡𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 ☆ - you catch Laurie cheating on her husband, but what she didn't realize is that payback is indeed a bitch.

-> normal!andy | one-shot | smut

𝖲𝖾𝗑 𝖮𝗇 𝖫𝖾𝗀𝗌 - Andy and you fuck and almost get caught

-> boyfriends dad!andy | drabble | smut

𝖧𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝖡𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖽𝖺𝗒 ☆ – today's your birthday and your handsome husband invited his best friend over to gift you a special present

-> husband!andy | one-shot | smut | fluff | ft. bucky barnes

New Louboutins – Andy bought you new shoes and you love them, you wear them everywhere at any chance you get. The only downside is that after a little while they get uncomfortable…

-> husband!andy | one-shot | smut | fluff

Lloyd Hansen

𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝖭𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖢𝗂𝗍𝗒 ☆ - he loved you that night, you didn’t want that night to end but it had to after all he was your mission and you had to finish it…right?

-> normal!lloyd | one-shot | fluff | smut

𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖲𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾 ☆ - you get into a fight with Lloyd because once again he got too overprotective/jealous which ends up in you ignoring him, but he try everything, and I mean everything to get you to talk to him — Aramis the Cat (moodboard)

-> sofft!lloyd | one-shot | fluff | smut

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖳𝗋𝗂𝗉 - you have to go on a work trip and leave Lloyd alone with your cat; Aramis

-> soft!lloyd | drabble | fluff

𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖬𝖾 𝖥𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 - lloyd comforting you and some other stuff

-> soft!lloyd | one-shot | angst

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖧𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖧𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖮𝗇 𝖬𝖾 - Lloyd also has a gentle side and only if the reader is near him. Lloyd wants to kill/hurr a man in front of a child. The reader tells him that he should not do it - and what the reader says is law.

-> sub!lloyd | one-shot | smut | darkish-fluff

𝖫𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖲𝗅𝗎𝗍 ☆ - you hate him, he hates you, maybe you don't, you fuck each other for money

-> pornstar!lloyd | drabble | smut

𝖬𝗒 𝖡𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖣𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖮𝗇𝖾 ☆ - a short little drabble on your secret relationship with your bestfriends dad or more like daddy ;)

-> best friends dad!lloyd | one-shot | fluff | smut

Ransom Drysdale

𝖡𝗂𝗀 𝖮𝗅𝖾' 𝖲𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗂𝖾 - Ransom can get really soft when he didn’t see Y/N for days 【♥︎】

-> normal!ransom | drabble | fluff

𝖬𝗒 𝖣𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖡𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖱𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗆 - You loved Ransom and would do anything to keep him, but he didn’t love you as much however sooner or later he will find his way back...

-> normal!ransom | one-shot | dark | event

Ari Levinson

𝖦𝗋𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖲𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 ☆ - You and Ari are at the grocery store getting your weekly things. You hear a group of girls staring at Ari and whispering as he walks down the islands

-> normal!ari | drabble | fluff

𝖯𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗁

-> normal!ari | drabble | smut

Steve Rogers

Give You A Ride – you had your eyes on him for a long time...finally something happens but you have to follow one rule; the cowboy rule...

-> cowboy!steve | one-shot | smut | little fluff

[abbatoirablaze]

Welcome To The Dollhouse, Kemp's Goddess

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: sexual situations, taboo relationships.

Brendan Steven Kemp was wound up so tight that nothing could get him to relax. 

Not even the ludicrous idea that one of his buddies, Freezy had offered up. 

He scoffed as he looked at the blacked-out card that his friend had given him.  The raised lettering was the only indication that there was something on the card, as the letters and the small piece of cardstock it was printed on were indistinguishable from one another.

The place looked like a hotel from the outside. 

He stood on the corner, waiting for Freezy to show up, and he couldn’t help but notice the scattered approach as a few men wandered in.  

“Coulda gone in…given them the card…a guy doesn’t just enter the building and the owners aren’t aware of who they are.”

Kemp sniffed the air. 

He didn’t need to turn around to smell the cigarette smoke from the butcher behind him, “nice of you to finally show up, Pronge…”

“That card was your invitation,” he pointed out, nodding at the small rectangle the doctor had absentmindedly been thumbing, “surprised your employer hadn’t sent one out to you…”

“They did…” he said absentmindedly, shrugging his shoulders, “just never felt like I needed it…”

“If there’s one thing in this world you need, it’s to find a pretty little piece of pussy and get laid.  You’ve got a hard job to maintain…and a lot of guys don’t…might as well enjoy it while your employers still like you.”

Kemp turned his head until he was looking at the man who stood next to him.  Pronge dropped the cigarette and waited for his response.

“You’re vulgar…you know that?”

“Being vulgar would have been if I told you to eat the little slut…and then eat her the way you do other women…”

“They know of my…tastes?”

“There are far worse men then you in there…hell, some of the girls will probably offer themselves up as a personal feast once they know…”

Kemp narrowed his eyes at his friend, “what?”

“The Dollhouse started when Barnes and Rogers knocked down a sex ring that ran all through the globe…but the girls…didn’t want to leave…” he said with another shrug, “then more showed up…so they started inviting some others by…word got around in some of the dark corners…and well…the dollhouse became a thing.  It’s invitation only, so you know…”

“But the girls…”

“You’ll see,” he replied in short.  He nudged his friend, “come on…let me show you around while I find someone to…take the edge off…who knows…maybe the girl I like is freed up.”

The men walked in silence, heading up to the establishment.  Kemp noticed that there were cameras nearly everywhere, and while he could see the windows and doors, he couldn’t actually see into the building, even after he’d stepped under the awning. 

He followed Pronge, stopping as he knocked on the large, double doors. 

After a moment they opened, and they were discreetly led inside. 

Kemp was surprised by the sheer number of women relaxing in the main foyer alone.  Off to the left, he could see a bar and various areas for seating.  Further back, he could see a trio of stages, where women were entertaining. 

Before he could investigate the right side, Pronge was pulling him to the left.  A pair of men nodded at them, and Pronge returned it, “new member Kemp.”

“Pronge!”

“They’re…security…” he said quietly as they approached.  The second man nodded at Brendan, “he wants your card.”

“Why?”

“New members usually scope out the talent on the left, before heading off to the right…” he replied, “plus…since you have your own…status…and you’re not mooching off mine, they’ll want a card.  After that, you’ll be fine.”

Kemp huffed but handed off the card without question.  The men nodded, and retreated, the card in hand. 

“That’s it?”

“That’s it…welcome to the dollhouse, bud.”

“Isn’t that-“

“Don’t ask a question you know the answer to,” Pronge said simply as he nursed the beer and watched the dancers.

“I-I mean, I know that you told me before we got here, but I guess I just didn’t believe it,” he shrugged, “I mean…they’re superheroes…”

“They started the dollhouse,” he reminded him, “you’ll see em from time to time.  Don’t approach them, and they won’t approach you…only real reason to talk to them is if you got business with em.  If you wanna sponsor a girl…”

“And that-“

Kemp had started pointing out another well-to-do member of society when Pronge cut him off with a look, “Rule one…don’t ask questions.  A lot of the guys here know each other in one way or another.  And they aren’t always on the side that’s deemed ‘wrong.’  You’ll see a lot of people…stop fucking asking questions before they think you’re going to go against the rules.  Discretion, Kemp.  You should know that.”

“I-I won’t fuck up, Pronge.  I jus-“

“Don’t…” Pronge said forcefully, “just don’t, Kemp…”

Brendan noticed one of the heads turning towards him and the breath stole away in his chest. 

One of the super soldiers was eyeing him down.  Before he could so much as move a muscle, the superhero in question had pushed the girl off his lap and was stalking towards him. 

Bucky Barnes looked even more intimidating in person. 

 “New member.”

The words seemed to strike him through the chest like a bolt of lightning.  All he could do was nod as the stoic superhero stared down at him in his chair.

There was a stare down as both men seemed to watch the other for any weaknesses. 

Kemp gave the man an awkward smile.

“Dr. Kemp,” Bucky smiled, holding out his right hand to the younger man, “glad you finally accepted the invitation.”

“Y-you know who I am?”

He chuckled, his baritone sending a matching up with the vibrating bass of the music, “Steve and I are very careful and vet the prospective members…thoroughly.”

Kemp nodded, “I see…”

“Surprised Pronge didn’t take you to the right…this side is more…tame…I would have thought that the right side would have been…more to your…tastes…”

“Is it, now?”

“Wanted to start him off on the lighter side of the Dollhouse!” Pronge said quickly, jumping in to the conversation, “despite his…profession, Kemp here has a taste for the more…innocent side of life.”

“Hmm,” the super soldier said thoughtfully.  He nodded to himself for a moment before nodding off in another direction, “I think I might have something to your tastes then…some talent that is right up your alley.  Please, follow me, Dr. Kemp.”

Brendan stared at the innocent looking goddess who was letting another girl doll her up, “for the time being…she’s off limits…she’s not…there yet…”

His eyes snapped to the super soldier, “then why-“

“The man who is…supplementing her,” Bucky began, pointing at first to the older one, “is paying the fee for her younger sister so that they stay together…she turns eighteen in a few days…”

“So you…”

“I’m just saying,” Bucky hinted as he cut the doctor off, “she’s as pure as they come.  Never touched herself…never even kissed a man.”

Brendan felt like he was getting hot under the collar the longer he watched the young woman, “she never-“

“She’s been sheltered…the sister came to us a number of years ago…dad was a gambling fool…mother was a junkie.  She wanted something…different for her and her sister.  Something safe.”

“So, she came here?”

“Her benefactor is going to stop paying for her little sister the day she turns eighteen…and she’s aware that she’ll be on the floor with the others,” Bucky shrugged, “if you like them…innocent…she’s a perfect match…but if you’re looking for someone you can…feast o-“

“I wouldn’t touch a hair on her head!” Kemp said definitively, still awe-struck over the young woman.

“Are you interested in examining her?” Bucky asked innocently, “to see that she would be up to your standards, should you want to be her next benefactor?”

His throat tightened as he nodded, “c-can I?”

“Oh, Dr. Kemp…this is the dollhouse,” Bucky smiled, a Cheshire-catted grin making its way to his face, “there is so much you can do here.”

Bucky knocked on the window and the two women stopped.  Quickly, their smiles faded, and the elder one got the younger one in order, before they both showed up at the door to the left. 

“Angel…it’s time!”

“She-she’s not eighteen though.  She-“

Bucky held up his hand, and she quieted herself, “little doll…I have someone who is interested in being your benefactor…he’s going to take you to the exam room to see that you fit to his…specifications.  I trust that you’ll be good.”

She merely nodded, and bowed her head, showing him that she was acknowledging him.  She stepped past her older sister and lined up behind Bucky.

“Doctor Kemp…let me show you and your little doll to the exam room.”

Brendan stared at her in awe.  There was almost the whole room between them, and yet he felt like he was going to collapse. 

“A-Am I not to your liking, Doctor Kemp?”

His eyes shot away from her naked body to her eyes. The surprise that laced the spring greens sent himself into a world of wonder. 

“Yo-you’re naked!”

“Would you prefer I get dressed?” she asked cautiously, already reaching for the robe that she’d been wearing when Barnes had brought them to the room. 

“I-I just-“

“I’m sorry I am not to your liking, Doctor Kemp.  I wil-“

But he had rushed her, practically falling on his hands and knees to get to her.  His large hands encapsulated her own as he stopped her from re-dressing.

“I want to worship you!”

She was surprised to hear those words coming from his lips, “Wh-what?”

“You’re so beautiful,” he admitted, his hands falling away from hers, and falling onto her unblemished, petite hips.  She gasped as he nuzzled against her thigh, so unbearably close to her sex, “you’re so perfect…”

He felt his pants tightening.  He could smell the sweetness of her core like a fresh, ripe fruit that was waiting to be plucked and tasted. 

“S-so you want me?”

“If you’ll have me,” he moaned.  A shiver ran down her spine at his words and her thighs instinctively clenched.  He fought against every single one of his urges as he pushed himself away from her, “I-I’m sorry…I-I shouldn’t touch you.  Not until I’v-“

“Please touch me!”

The words died in his throat as he tried to hold on to what little composure he had around her, “Excuse me?”

She dropped to her knees in front of him, “I-is it wrong to want to kiss you?”

A fondness grew in his chest, the smallest of smiles playing on his lips, “you want to kiss me?”

“More than anything,” she admitted, “I-I’ve never kissed anyone…but my sister told me that when I came of age…I would have to earn my way.  Her benefactor…he won’t pay for me once I’m legal.  And I don’t want to leav-“

Butterflies danced in his belly as he pulled her towards himself, their lips clashing in a feverish state.   His head began to feel light, and a dizziness weighed on him as her lips worked perfectly against his own. 

He moaned softly as her mouth opened, allowing him access. She allowed him to have the upper hand for a moment, before her teeth nibbled on his bottom lip, tugging and nipping at the already swelling flesh.  He groaned, pulling her into his lap and eagerly grinding his hardened length against her soaked core. 

Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling on the chocolate strands.

“T-take me,” she begged softly, between the passionate kisses, “I want to be yours.”

“I’m going to worship you like the goddess you are,” he promised, laying her down gently until he was hovering over her.  He broke the kiss, and her hands went down to his pants.  She eagerly unzipped him and pulled his pants and boxer briefs down with a singular tug, “you’re mine, sweet goddess…but I belong to you, just as well…”

“Mine,” she purred against his ear.  Her lips went back to work, trailing along his cheek and jaw bone, before settling on his neck.  She began to nip at him once more, creating surefire marks for the morning, “all mine…”

“All yours!” he promised, his hips bucking up towards her.

[sosa2imagines]

Steve Kemp is babe 😍🔥❤️

[sebastiansluts]

Anon Ask - Steve Kemp

i was thinking maybe the dominant sadistic!reader gives him a taste (pun intended) of his OWN medicine..? Maybe the reader and him get into an intense argument over something petty and steve falls asleep but wakes up sore and it turns out the reader went to work on him, cooked a meal and is now feeding him his own meat? (flesh not balls…. Unless you wanna write that I’m not fussy🤣) maybe add in some mommy kink and gunplay? Like maybe once steve realises the reader says the typical mother’s line “Mommy wants it all eaten! If you eat your dinner you’ll get a treat!”

like the reader is forcing him to eat it holding a gun up to his head, making him suffer? - 🦋

Steve Kemp x Reader; dom!reader, sadistic!reader, cannibalism, gun play, mommy kink, handjob, pussy job,

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

“Wakey wakey honey!” you sing-songed, pulling open the blinds in the bedroom, the sun streaming in and falling on Steve’s face. His nose scrunched, eyes slowly blinking open, confusion filling them as he saw the smile on your face. 

“You’re not mad anymore?” Steve asked, trying to push himself up onto his hands and failing, your smile growing at his obvious weakness. 

“Of course not, honey, it was silly really, to get so worked up about what spices to use when you’re grilling versus baking. And really, who am I, to question the master?” Your eyes glinted with steel you were sure of it, as you watched Steve roll onto his side, pushing up into a seated position.

“What the fuck is going on, angel?” he asked, finally turning his head to look at his shoulders, covered in bandages. “Okay, just- hang on, don’t- tell me you didn’t-” Steve’s face was white, and you gleefully watched as he swayed. You moved forwards, catching him just before he fell off the bed, guiding him back down onto the mattress. 

“There, there, sweetheart, just rest, you’ve had a long night,” you crooned, stroking Steve’s hair as he panted, seeming to be trying not to throw up. You grabbed the glass of water you had brought, bringing it to his lips, and tipping it, forcing water down his face and into his mouth. Steve drank messily, gulping it down until you pulled the glass away and water spilled onto the bed. You tutted and set the glass down, wiping Steve’s face and pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

“Such a messy drinker, gonna have to get better about that,” you muttered, standing up and urging Steve to roll again, this time so that he was sitting up in the middle of the bed. You brought over the tray you had brought into the room with you, and set it down in front of Steve. He slumped against it, still weak, and stared at the plate of food and coffee on it. 

“I’m not eating this,” Steve whispered, and your smile dropped for a second, before you quickly put it back on. 

“Of course you are, I made you breakfast after our fight last night. I grilled the meat just to your liking, didn’t change the recipe one bit- well, maybe one bit,” you giggled maniacally, your eyes bright and charged. Steve looked at you like you were crazy, and that just made you mad, you weren’t crazy- he told you so himself. 

“Angel, I’m not eating- I’m not eating myself,” Steve said firmly, trying to sit up straight, a wince flashing across his face. You tilted your head, watching as he tried to hold it, but couldn’t, slumping back down in seconds. You calmly walked over to Steve’s nightstand, the locked one, and opened it- you had found the key last night, when you came up with this plan. Pulling out his gun, you turned it on him and his eyes widened. 

“Baby? What are you doing, put that back. You’re gonna hurt yourself with that angel, you gotta be careful, just give it to me,” Steve babbled, fear evident in his eyes, and you breathed it in, turning the safety off and putting it straight to Steve’s temple. He froze and you could feel the tension pouring off his body as he tried to stay still but couldn’t stop a slight tremor. 

“Mommy wants all of this eaten, understand? If you eat your breakfast you’ll get a nice little tre-e-at!” you sang, your free hand grabbing his dick, soft, but stiffening up as you massaged it. Steve’s eyes closed, mouth dropping open as he whined, your hand rolling over the head of his dick. You dropped your hand to the shaft, grabbing his dick tightly. Steve’s eyes popped open when you squeezed, a breath wheezing out of him. 

“Take a bite, honey, tell me- just how perfect it is when done your way,” you goaded, repeating his words from last night to him. Steve went red when you squeezed his dick again, and he tried to nod, only to feel the gun pressing in harder on his head. 

“Now, Steve.”

"Yes angel- Mommy," he gasped when you squeezed his dick harder. Steve raised his hands to the tray, picking up the fork and knife, and cutting a small section of the meat. He lifted the fork to his lips with a shaky hand, pausing a brief moment before closing his eyes and taking the bite. He chewed slowly, swallowing hard, and you cheered. 

“You did it honey! How is it?” You asked gleefully, Steve’s face white with a green tinge. You pushed the gun against his cheek when he didn’t answer right away. 

“It’s good!” He cried out, tears forming in his eyes. You grinned, leaning in and kissing the corner of his eye, tasting the salt. 

“Good boy,” you murmured, and leaned back, waiting. Steve cut another piece and ate it, gulping down coffee afterwards. You began lightly jacking his dick as he kept eating, making him shudder when he swallowed and you praised him.

“Doing such a good job, sweetheart, only one bite left! Wanna give it to Mommy, since you’ve done so well?” You opened your mouth, waiting until Steve put the last piece in your mouth. You chewed and swallowed, humming, “Mmm, definitely not as tender!”  You moved the tray, pushing Steve until he laid back on the bed, wincing as he rested on his bandaged shoulders. Dropping your panties from beneath your nightgown, you climbed onto the bed and straddled his hips. You rocked your pussy against his dick, gliding through your wet folds. 

“You were such a good boy Steve, and good boys get their treats!” You sang, gun still in hand, as you kept rubbing your pussy along his cock. 

Steve moaned as you rocked on him, his hands holding your thighs, fingers tightening as he came, shooting cum up his abdomen, some reaching his chest. You kept grinding on him until he was shuddering, crying with overstimulation.  You climbed off Steve, rolling him over onto his side as you cleaned him up with the napkin from the tray. You put the gun back in the drawer and crawled into bed behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist.  Hooking your chin over his shoulder gently, you whispered, “Sleep now honey, but don’t even think about killing me because I have something in place to take you down with me. Got it, sweetie? We’re in this together now. Like you wanted- truly one.”

[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

[highonmarvel]

I’ve been reading a bunch of fics about Steve (kemp) and it’s so weird because I WISH he was a good guy, y’know? But it also just makes you think, what makes a person like that?

so I was wondering, what do you think would happen if reader got angry, and like drugged Steve and just turned the tables. Kept HIM locked up. But just kinda wanted to make him understand? Even if it didn’t make up for it, because reader still loves him.

maybe when he’s good he gets something…? I don’t know, tbh honest I’m terrified even asking right now.

Placate

do not be scared, shawty; i’m super friendly. and nice idea, i like this, i hope you like how this turned out, because i’m not sure if i do, but i tried my best. let me know what you think! and i apologise for the long wait.

Steve Kemp: You need to take a page out of Steve’s book to get him to understand. 18+!

more content warnings here!

You scramble to stand the second he groans and begins to stir.

Though you did a bit of research beforehand, you had never drugged someone before (naturally), and when he barely had moved after the second hour he had spent passed out, and his breaths remained so shallow you weren’t sure if they were even sustainable, you worried you had killed him, pacing your living room before finally sitting and just waiting.

Steve slowly peels his eyes open and his gaze falls on you. Usually, the first thing he does when he wakes up is give you a smile, now, though, his face remains stoic, like he can feel what you’ve done before he’s even seen it. He feels the ropes wound around his ankles and chaffing against his raw wrists, strung together behind the back of the dining room chair.

He blinks a few times as he adjusts to consciousness. He opens his mouth, but you speak before he does.

“I saw you go into the basement,” you tell him, voice shaky as you begin to pace the room, “And you didn’t shut the door, and I followed you in, and I saw them.”

You should have known he was involved in shady business the second you saw such a gorgeous house in a secluded area: only dangerous people don’t worry about dangerous people. You thought he was involved in trafficking, which made you sick to your stomach, but before you could dart out of the house, he had come back up, looking as cool, calm, collected as ever. You didn’t ever see what he did but after snooping around you got the general gist of it.

“And you have to stop, Steve.”

He follows your pacing up and down the length of the room in front of him, bright blue eyes swinging right and left as you walk back and forth.

“Sweetheart—” he begins, but you stick up a hand to stop him, and, surprisingly, he complies, and presses his lips together.

“Don’t,” you warn, stopping dead in your tracks before slowly turning to face him.

“You can’t keep doing this, honey,” you say. You place one hand against the top of the chair, leaning in until your faces are centimetres apart. He visibly gulps, and you smirk internally at his reaction.

“Baby, listen—” he starts, beginning to sound near desperate, actually, as his breathing grows just slightly uneven.

Once again, you hold up a hand to stop him, and he falls silent, but mouth slightly open this time as his chest rises and falls just a little quicker than normal. You press a kiss to his jaw and he lets out a soft sigh.

“Please, Steve, and if you stop…” you pull away to look back at him; his pupils have dilated, “I’ll make you feel real good…”

Slowly, you lower yourself over him, straddling his hips. His body goes rigid and he takes in a harsh breath, fiddling with his hands behind him trying to get free.

“Stop that,” you say, as you lay your head on his shoulder, lips ghosting over his neck.

“I need to touch you,” he says, breathless, desperate, nearly whining, as he tilts his head to the right, exposing more of his skin, which you press a gentle kiss to. You sigh as you pull your mouth away and lean back a bit to get a look at him; his eyes are closed, pink lips slightly parted, shallow breaths leaving him in a bit of a rush.

For a split second you consider it, consider untying him and letting his hands roam your body, consider acting so selfishly it’s dangerous, but you stop yourself. The truth is, you like Steve so much you’re nearly okay with the idea of letting dozens of women slip so you can keep him. Nearly.

“Steve,” you say, sitting up to look him in the eye, “I’m serious.”

He blinks open his eyes to meet yours, and you can see conflict swirl in his gaze as his features tense, a look you can imagine is a mirror of your own as you wait for his response while grappling with yours. You can feel him slipping away, see that shift in his demeanour when he’s come down from an episode of lust, you’re losing him, so you gently take his face in your hands and announce clearly and slowly,

“I love you.”

A statement you admit to him when you can barely admit it to yourself. His eyes go wide for a moment, and you pull your hands away, worried that maybe you shouldn’t have said that. Well, you probably shouldn’t have, but for the moment this feels particularly bad.

“I love you, too.”

You let your hands fall to your lap as you stare back at him in bewilderment.

“But I…” you begin, looking down at your upturned palms, “I can’t love you if you hurt people.”

That may have been bullshit, because, truth be told, you could never stop loving Steve, not even if you tried.

“Then,” he begins, and you look back up at him, “I’ll stop. I’ll do anything for you.”

♯

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[jamneuromain]

🤤

oh my-

this is-

absolutely perfect I'd agree to be bound to them in a heartbeat😋❤️

(and who can say no to the libido spell😩

giving your body and soul to the warlocks

pairing: andy barber & ari levinson & ransom drysdale & nick fowler & steve kemp x female reader

summary: when you're caught trespassing at the old Drysdale house by a group of warlocks, they cast a spell over you to have a little fun for the night—but their fun turns into something much more.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!! i'm so so serious y'all!!!), smut, gangbang, dubcon/noncon because sex magic, piv sex, unprotected sex, anal sex, double penetration, oral sex (m receiving), rough sex in all holes, rough body play, little bit of daddy kink, praise kink, degradation kink, spit kink, face slapping, pussy and ass spanking, nipple play, come play/come eating, breath play, a little humiliation, choking, some aftercare, talk of soul bonds, sorta insta-love—i think that's everything but if i forgot something please let me know!

word count: 14.6k

a/n: happy friday the 13th!! i figured i'd celebrate with a little a lot of smut 😈 i originally wasn't going to do any other spooky fics than the five main ones i have planned, but i decided to do something short for @the-slumberparty's All Hallow's Tropes challenge—and then i ended up with THIS 14k word monstrosity. but i had an idea to use the tropes a secret society of supernatural beings, bodily changes you cannot stop and caught trespassing on private property and i ran with it. anyway this might be some of the filthiest smut i've ever written (it's definitely the first gangbang, which was a challenge, but one that was fun to tackel) so i hope y'all enjoy!! ♡

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The moon was full, the October night crisp and you were feeling dangerously reckless when you left your home looking for some trouble that Friday night—and trouble you got. The kind of trouble that can only be found when you stumble across a secret society of five greedy warlocks who were depraved enough to feel guiltless about taking you and making you theirs. 

Andy Barber, Ari Levinson, Nick Fowler, Ransom Drysdale and Steve Kemp—all men you knew from around your small town—stood shoulder to shoulder on the porch of the old abandoned Drysdale home that sat on the hill. You didn’t know yet, as you approached the lit up house, that they were warlocks, and you were confused about why the men were together. After all, they each ran in different circles and weren’t normally seen hanging out together, so you couldn’t figure out why they might all be together and hanging out at the abandoned mansion.

“Are y’all having a party?” you called as you approached the front of the house, your arms wrapped around your body since the jacket you’d warn wasn’t quite warm enough for the chill of the October night. The full moon was casting the clearing around the old Drysdale place in a silvery hue, broken up by deep shadows surrounding the house itself.

The enormous mansion had been abandoned for a couple decades, ever since the Drysdales—the closest thing your small town had to royalty—had moved to an even bigger home closer to the center of town. The gossips all said it was so they could keep a closer eye on the goings on in town, but you’d never concerned yourself with local politics. Instead, you enjoyed the legend that the abandoned mansion was haunted by some evil spirits, which was why you’d traipsed through the forest on that October night to see if you could find a ghost. 

Instead, you got a different kind of trouble. 

You could feel each man’s gaze on you as you stepped up onto the bottom stair of the porch, and you were more than a little pleased at the heady feeling of holding the attention of so many handsome men. Trailing your gaze down the line, you looked at each of the men for a moment. 

Andy stood in the center of the group, a deep frown marring his handsome face, creasing his brow and pulling down the corners of his mouth set into his neatly trimmed beard. He was the only lawyer in town and though you’d never interacted with him, he gave off an air of authority that called to something buried deep inside you. But even as he looked down at you like he was disappointed, there was a spark of interest in his blue gaze that made you want to squirm.

To his side was Ari, a part-time professor at the university a few towns away and full-time owner of the local bookstore. Out of all the men, you’d talked to him the most, though it was largely just about the books you were purchasing from his shop as he rang you up. Each time you’d selected a steamy romance, Ari’s gaze had glittered and he’d eyed you with a heated kind of interest—and he was giving you that same look from the porch.

Next to Ari stood Steve, a man you knew much less about since he worked at the hospital in the next county and wasn’t seen around town much. If anything, you’d only ever crossed paths with him at the local grocery store, and on one occasion you could’ve sworn you’d caught him checking you out. Though you hadn’t been sure at the time, you were certain he was checking you out from his vantage point on the porch, his gleaming blue eyes raking down your body from head to toe and making you shiver at his attention.

On Andy’s other side stood Ransom, the eldest grandchild of the town’s mayor, though he was known about town for being a spoiled asshole. As far as you knew, Ransom didn’t do much beyond hang out at the local bars, picking up women and spending his grandfather’s money on expensive clothes and cars. But he was handsome enough—and the mayor bailed him out enough—that he managed to get away with all his awful behavior. Even you weren’t immune to the look of interest he was giving you, or the smirk quirking his soft lips.

Last, next to Ransom, was Nick. He was the biggest mystery out of all five men, having moved to the small town only a little earlier in the year. He wasn’t around much, which you’d heard was because his job forced him to travel most of the time. You’d wondered what he did for work, thinking it must be something exciting if he was jetsetting all around the world, but you’d never had a chance to ask and no one in town seemed to know. Nick held an air of danger around him, and as he peered at you from the porch, you couldn’t help the excited thrill that went through you at the thought of finally getting to know more about the mysterious man.

You were pulled from your thoughts about the men when Andy stepped down onto the top stair of the porch, the wood letting out an eerie squeak. 

“You shouldn’t be here, angel,” he said, his blue eyes flashing in the light of the full moon. His voice was deep and foreboding, and you got the sense again that he was somehow disappointed in you. But you were far too intrigued by the gathering of so many hot men from town who had nothing in common and your curiosity refused to be quelled by Andy’s simple pronouncement.

Lifting one foot to the next step, you only paused when Ransom swaggered down a few steps until he was halfway down the stairs. “Yeah, doll, you’re trespassing on private property,” he said in the arrogant tone he most often used. But though his words seemed to be a warning, Ransom’s eyes were glittering with interest as they lingered on your body, especially, you were sure, on the way your nipples were pebbled beneath your top underneath your jacket.

Ignoring the warnings of both Andy and Ransom, you pushed yourself up onto the next step, edging closer to the handsome men. You wore your most charming smile, letting your curiosity and recklessness steer the ship of your actions. “C’mon, I’m just looking for a little fun,” you said innocently, hoping someone would invite you inside for whatever secret party they were having. 

“I’ll bet you are, princess.” 

Your eyes flicked to Nick, who had descended the stairs silently without you noticing and came to stand within arm’s reach of you. You startled a little, but didn’t retreat down from step where you stood. Instead, you cocked your head in interest and looked up into the icy blue eyes of the man you knew so little about. Up close, you could see his mouth was crooked with a barely-there smile, and you couldn’t help but smile in return. 

“You seem like you’re looking for more than a little fun,” Ari said, appearing on your other side, his hand brushing over your shoulder. His touch felt too good for you to be startled and, instead, you leaned into the warmth of him, staring up into his pretty blue eyes. He looked down at you with fondness in the soft creases of his face. “You wanna know what we’re doing here, don’t you, sweetheart?” 

“Levinson,” Andy barked from the top step. When you looked up into the stern face of the lawyer, you found him glaring at Ari. You also noticed that the other four men had descended the stairs, circling around you, their eyes focused on only you. The pleasant warmth of their attention was enough to keep any fear at bay about what they might be doing by surrounding you. 

Steve, who had managed to get behind you, called up to the lawyer, “Stop being such a dick, Barber, she’s just curious.” He stepped up onto the bottom stair just behind you, so his body crowded into your personal space. You sensed he was testing you, seeing if you flinched away from his closeness, so you held your ground, head turned to look at him over your shoulder. He smirked like you’d pleased him. “You know what they say about curious kittens, don’t you?” he murmured in your ear, a hint of humor in his tone like he was telling a joke, though you couldn’t think of what it was. 

Before you could answer Steve’s question, Andy shouldered through the circle of men that had surrounded you so thoroughly without your notice. He fixed a glare on the man at your back, before looking around the circle, a question in his eyes. Each man gave a nod in turn and Andy’s mouth was twisted into a deep, unhappy frown beneath his beard. Finally, his fixed his bright blue gaze on you with a look of resignation.

“You should’ve run, angel,” he said, regret heavy in his voice. Then he reached up, covering your mouth with his hand. Belatedly, you realized it was so you couldn’t scream for help, though you never even got that far. Andy whispered a few words that didn’t sound like English, and then you slipped quickly into unconsciousness, your body sagging into Steve’s waiting arms.

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When awareness began returning to you bit by bit, you couldn’t tell how much time had passed, but the first thing you noticed was that you were no longer cold. Warm air brushed against your skin, caressing so much of your bare body that you knew you were naked, lying on some kind of flat, hard surface. You felt sluggish, your mind not working as quickly as it normally would and you couldn’t think of why laying naked in a warm room might be a problem.

Your eyelids felt too heavy to lift as strength slowly returned to your limbs. As you grew more aware of your surroundings, you were soon distracted by the voices that sounded like they were coming from above and all around you. 

“C’mon Barber,” came a scoff that you identified as the typical arrogance in Ransom’s voice. “The libido spell is basic magic, any warlock can do it.” His words confused you, spells and warlocks weren’t real. You wondered exactly what kind of party you’d stumbled into, but your hazy mind couldn’t dwell on it and pay attention to the conversation at the same time.

“Oh yeah, Drysdale?” Andy shot back. He sounded annoyed, like he was biting off his words through clenched teeth. “Could just any warlock make the alterations we all want and ensure it doesn’t hurt the girl?” The first spike of fear pierced your heart at his words. They were talking about you, and potentially hurting you. And then your train of thought caught on another phrase they’d used: libido spell. You didn’t know what that meant.

“Calm down, Drysdale, and let Barber work,” Ari said. His voice was so soothing and familiar that it calmed you somewhat. Ari would never let anyone hurt you, you were pretty sure of that. But his next words made you all the more confused. “Soon enough our girl will be mindless with arousal, and you’ll get to fuck her as much as you want.”

“Fine,” Ransom huffed, and you could just picture him rolling his eyes at the other men. Then his voice lowered and you could sense he was pointing a threatening finger at Andy. “Just don’t forget to make it so she gets addicted to any come she takes.”

Though you were still too sluggish to move, you managed a sharp inhale at his words. You didn’t have time to react to Ransom’s statement beyond that, though, because there was a chorus of other reminders from the rest of the men.

“And her arousal grows stronger every time she comes,” Ari chimed in.

“And she won’t even think about disobeying any of us,” Steve said.

“And any pain turns her on even more,” Nick added.

“And she won’t rest until we’re all satisfied,” Andy concluded. “Yeah, yeah, I know.” He sounded frustrated and a little weary, like he’d been concentrating very hard for a long time and he was on the edge of losing his focus. Andy’s voice was an angry snarl as he went on. “Now unless one of you wants to try to make these complicated alterations, shut up so I can work the spell.” 

Horror and desire warred in your body as your mind tried to deny what was happening. These men, the ones you knew from around your small town, were warlocks and they were casting a spell on you to turn you into their own personal sex slave. 

The thought should’ve done nothing other than terrify you, but a rather large and vocal part of you couldn’t help but realize it meant all five of the handsome men planned to fuck you. At that thought, you felt the first trickle of arousal between your thighs, and you wondered what the hell was wrong with you that anything about the situation you were in turned you on.

But you didn’t have long to castigate yourself for being aroused because you finally had the strength to crack your eyes open. You got a quick look around the room, which was lit only by a roaring fire in the fireplace and candelabras set around the edges. It was all dark wood panelling and antique fixtures, and looked much nicer than you expected the inside of an abandoned house to look.

You were distracted from that puzzle by Andy’s fingers sweeping through the air about your lower belly. They were drawing an intricate symbol that glowed with an unnatural light, the design hanging just above your body. So distracted by the sight, it took you another moment to realize you were, in fact, completely naked and laying on a long dining table with all five men hovering around you. 

You didn’t have chance to look around any more or have any reaction to your nakedness, though, because Andy was done drawing the symbol and was chanting something in the same arcane language he’d used to knock you unconscious. As you watched, the intricate design lowered down until it pressed into the skin above your womb. 

The second the symbol touched you, it burned like a brand. The searing pain distracted you from the magic that began flowing through your veins, making changes to your body that you didn’t have any hope of stopping. A scream wrenched free from your mouth as you tossed your head back, your body thrashing reflexively on the table. If it wasn’t for the strong hands that moved to hold you down, forcing you to still while the pain streaked through your body, you would’ve flailed off the table entirely.

After a few moments that felt much longer, the pain began to subside, but it left behind a burning heat that felt like fire in your veins. Arousal, hotter and stronger than you’d ever felt, thrummed through your body, overwhelming your mind and reducing you to nothing but your base needs. And what you needed was cock, and come, and to come until you screamed yourself hoarse and you were filled to the brim. 

A moan fell from your lips as you began to writhe on the table, an insistent need pulsing between your thighs and making your pussy gush with more wetness than ever before. The hands that had been holding you down suddenly disappeared and you gasped at the loss of their touch, your hands immediately lifting to grope your breasts. You plucked at your nipples, pinching them until you whined, your hips bucking uselessly as you sought friction to your throbbing pussy.

Opening your eyes, you looked up at the men standing over you, a pitiful look of desperation contorting your features as your gaze flitted frantically from one handsome face to the next. It was torture, feeling so empty and needy while you were surrounded by men who were denying you what you desired. 

“Please,” you gasped in a hoarse whisper, your throat tight as you bit back another whine. “Please fuck me, someone, anyone!” You writhed harder, your legs twitching with indecision as you squeezed your thighs together, then tried to open them in offering, only for the cool air of the room to tease against your dripping folds and remind you of how empty you felt. Tears pricked at your eyes as you looked between the men, imploring them to move past the surprise on their faces and put you out of your misery. “Please, god, I need cock—I need it, please, please, someone fuck me!” 

The tears in your eyes seemed to snap Ransom out of the trance that had overtaken the men and he reached for your hips, grabbing you and spinning your body on the hard surface. Without preamble, he dragged you to the edge of the table, spreading your thighs obscenely wide. A whimper escaped you at being bared so plainly to Ransom’s eyes—and the hungry gazes of the rest of the men—your hips working in the air as you humped against nothing. 

“I get her pussy first,” Ransom bit out, and none of the men protested, their eyes transfixed on your body like they couldn’t believe how effective their spell had been. Ransom made quick work of unzipping his pants and pushing them down his thighs so he could pull out his thick cock. Though you tried to catch a glimpse, you didn’t get a good look at his cock before he was shoving himself inside you roughly with no concern for whether you were prepared for him or not. 

In fact, you weren’t. Although you were wetter than you’d ever been in your life, it had been a while since your last partner and you were tight—and Ransom was thick. He split you open with one thrust and you screamed as he impaled you with his cock, the pain of him stretching you transforming instantly into pleasure. A heated thrill shot through your body from your core, making you moan and writhe on the table, forcing Ransom to grab your thighs harshly enough to bruise so that he could hold you still.

“Shit, she’s so fucking tight—holy fuck,” Ransom rasped, groaning as your cunt clenched around his thick cock. You let out a high keening sound, satisfied for the moment to be filled, but you needed him to move so he could finally, hopefully sate the arousal burning through your veins. Uncaring about your plight, Ransom grabbed your face in one hand, turning you to look up at where he loomed over you. “Is this why you came to our door, doll?” he asked in a cold, cruel voice. “You needed a cult of warlocks to fuck your tight pussy open?”

The only answer you could give him was a loud moan tumbling past your lips, your eyes going heavy-lidded as you nodded your head in Ransom’s grip. You barely understood what you were agreeing to, but it sounded right, and he felt so good inside you. You’d agree to anything Ransom said in that moment.

“Dumb fucking slut,” he muttered, chuckling darkly. He was laughing at the dumbfounded look on your face as he started to fuck you, pounding into you like he didn’t care for your pleasure or pain. 

You were so caught up in Ransom’s cock and his words that you didn’t hear the chorus of belt buckles being undone as the other men pulled their hard lengths from their pants. Not that you could’ve looked away even if you’d wanted, Ransom held your face in his firm grip, forcing you to stare up at him as his face contorted with pleasure while he fucked you.

“Stick your tongue out, doll,” he ordered through gritted teeth. The magic of the mark urged you to obey, but you would’ve done it willingly, sticking your tongue out eagerly over your bottom lip to make Ransom happy. He grinned, the expression looking practically devious on his face and then he spit in your mouth. “Swallow,” he ordered, and you did so with a smile before even feeling the magic’s urging. “Fuck,” Ransom groaned, standing up straight and shooting a look at Steve. “Good call with the obedience clause, Kemp, it’s so fucking hot seeing the little slut do anything we say.”

Steve smirked, his eyes darkening as he watched you get fucked senseless by his fellow warlock, then glanced across the table at Nick. “Why don’t you test out your suggestion, Fowler,” Steve said, the friendliness in his tone belying a darkness that hovered just beneath the surface of the man. You shivered, trying to think through the pleasure filling your head to remember what Nick had suggested be added to the spell, but Steve’s next words reminded you. “Let’s see if our whore gets off on pain.”

You tried to make a sound of protest, but all that came out was an eager groan, your hands squeezing your tits as pleasure coursed through your body, Ransom’s cock feeling so good filling your pussy. You looked up in time to see Nick smirking, his eyes fixed on you as he shoved Ransom’s hand away from your face. Nick leaned over you, his face filling your vision.

It took your breath away to see the depth of the depraved desire in Nick’s glittering blue eyes, the greedy, hungry smirk gracing his handsome face. He braced your head with one hand, holding you as still as possible while Ransom fucked into you roughly, smoothing the palm of his other hand over your cheek in preparation. You had a sinking feeling you knew what was coming, and your body betrayed you, getting even wetter for the ruthless men. 

“Tell me if this hurts, princess,” Nick cooed, a mocking tone in his voice that only made you hotter. Before you could nod or agree, Nick pulled his hand back from your cheek and slapped you across the face. You cried out, arching your back and pushing yourself down on Ransom’s cock, the stinging pain in your cheek radiating through your body as pleasure overwhelmed you. Your whole body shivered at the overwhelming sensations, mouth open in a silent moan.

When you didn’t say anything, Nick rubbed his hand over your stinging cheek, soothing some of the burn, though it didn’t matter since your mind only processed the pleasure of the pain. “How’d that feel, princess?” Nick asked, before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your cheek, prompting you to crack open your eyes. 

“Feels s’good,” you slurred, your lashes fluttering as Ransom fucked you even harder, getting off on the sight of you enjoying Nick hitting you. Ransom’s cock battered against a spot deep inside you that ached with every thrust and you realized belatedly it was your cervix. You spread your thighs wider, letting Ransom’s cock penetrate you even deeper, hitting your cervix harder, sending delicious pulses of aching pleasure through your body until your legs were shaking. On the edge of your release, you were so desperate for it that you looked up at Nick, whimpering, “Slap me again.”

“Fuck,” Ari hissed from above you and you had to crane your neck to catch a glimpse of him. His brown hair was swept back from his face, his mouth contorted in a hungry snarl as his blue eyes bored into yours. Your gaze drifted down his body and you saw him pumping his cock slowly in one fist, the other planted on the table, restraint in every line of his body. “Give our girl what she wants, Fowler,” he bit out, staring at you the whole time.

So focused on Ari, you didn’t see Nick’s hand coming and you cried out again when he slapped you. The pleasure rocketed through your body and went straight to your clit, the needy bundle of nerves throbbing while your cunt clenched down hard on Ransom’s cock. He groaned loudly, rutting into you wildly while you watched Ari stroke his cock to the sight of you writhing on the table from Nick’s stinging slap.

“Gonna come,” Ransom huffed, drawing your attention away from the others. You looked up at the man looming over you, his face twisted and feral with his desire for you. In that moment, you knew that no matter how much Ransom pretended not to care about you or your pleasure, he wanted you just as much as the others seemed to. He wanted you, and that knowledge worked alongside the spell, driving you to beg for something you’d never allowed any of your previous partners to do.

“Come inside me,” you rasped, desperation in your tone as you stared up into Ransom’s wild blue eyes. “Please, come inside me, Ransom, I need your come.” 

“Fuck yes, that’s right, doll, you need it don’t you?” he growled out, his tone mocking and a little desperate. Leaning down over you, Ransom didn’t even need to ask—you parted your lips, sticking your tongue out and were gratified when he spit in your mouth, swallowing it before begging him some more for his come.

“Please, Ransom, I need it,” you said on a sharp gasp. Wrapping your legs around Ransom, you held him as tightly as your meager strength allowed, pulling him deep inside your body as he pounded into you with every thrust. You were so close to coming, desperation loosening your tongue. “I need your come!” you cried. “Fill me up, fuck me full, please Ransom, oh god, claim my pussy with your come—please!”

Ransom let out a loud groan as he shoved his cock as deep in your cunt as he could go, hitting your cervix hard and making you cry out with the painful pleasure of it. You felt him twitch, his cock spilling his come right against your cervix and it spurred your own release. You came with a piercing scream, your back arching off the table, your body pressing down on Ransom’s cock as your inner walls milked the last drops of his come from him. 

Before you’d even finished coming, Ransom pulled his spent cock from inside you and you groaned unhappily at the loss of him, pouting up at the handsome warlock, but he looked too wrecked to notice. Ransom stumbled back and collapsed into one of the high backed chairs surrounding the table, which you realized dazedly was a nicer dining table set than what should’ve been found in an abandoned house. 

You didn’t have time to dwell on that realization, though, because the brief respite from the arousal burning through your body was over and it returned full force, even stronger than before. One of your hands grasped your breast, pulling hard on your nipple, while the other went between your legs, feeling Ransom’s come dripping from your hole and fingering it back inside you. A whine left your lips as you looked around at the other four men still standing around the table, all of them gripping their cocks in one hand. 

“Please,” you murmured in a desperate whisper. “I need more.” The men exchanged quick glances, like they were trying to figure out who should go next. With an impatient huff, Nick rounded the table, rolling his eyes at his fellow warlocks, and stood between your parted thighs. His hands skimmed from your knees down to your core and he pushed your hand away, your dripping fingers rising to your mouth as you sucked on the combined taste of you and Ransom. 

“My turn, princess,” Nick growled before plunging inside your still fluttering cunt. He was just as thick as Ransom, though not as long, and although you’d been stretched out by Ransom’s brutal fucking, it was still a stretch to take Nick, especially when your hole was so sensitive from your release. In fact, the roughness of Nick’s thrust and the feeling of him splitting you open made you come again, one cresting wave of pleasure blurring into the next. 

A sharp cry tore from your throat, your hands reaching out blindly because you needed something to cling to while Nick started fucking your pussy ferociously, shoving deep inside your clenching cunt. Your fingers brushed against someone and you opened your eyes to see Steve looming over your head. Trailing your gaze down his body, you saw his cock was level with your face and you opened your mouth instinctively, sticking your tongue out and wiggling your head closer so you could try to taste him.

“Look at you,” Steve marveled, using his grip on the base of his cock to smack the tip against your tongue. You moaned at the tease of his musky taste, straining your neck as you tried to take him inside your mouth. You wanted nothing more in that moment than to suck his cock, but he pulled it away, smacking his hardness against your cheek and laughing a little as you chased him with your mouth. “Does the needy little kitten wanna lick my cock?” he cooed, darkness hidden beneath the warmth of his tone.

You’d never been someone who could talk dirty so freely with your partners. It always felt more awkward than sexy, but there was something about the way the men treated you, the way they prompted you, that made you feel comfortable with saying the dirtiest things you could think of. Which was why you looked up at Steve, catching his eye and begging him in your sweetest voice. 

“Yes, please, Steve,” you rasped, your voice going soft and sweet in a little purr. “Let me suck your cock, please,” you begged, your lips chasing Steve’s hard length and pressing a suckling kiss to the underside while he groaned, staring down into your desperate, needy face. “I’ll suck you so good,” you promised the near-feral man standing over you. “I’ll suck your cock until you’re coming down my tight little throat, please just let me taste you.”

“Well if you insist,” Steve muttered, letting his cock touch your lips. His blue eyes darkened and he raked a hand through his hair while he tapped the tip of his cock against your mouth. “Let me see you worship this cock, kitten, and maybe I’ll let you swallow my come.”

You didn’t need to be told twice, reaching up and grabbing Steve’s cock eagerly. You twisted your upper body so you could press kisses up and down Steve’s length before finally licking through the slit at the tip, groaning at the taste of his precum. “Thank you, Steve,” you mumbled, your lips trailing down the veins of his cock. “Thank you.” 

Your words cut off in a cry when Nick slapped one of your tits, the sting of it morphing into pleasure and drawing your attention back to the other man. You caught his darkened gaze while you kissed Steve’s cock. Your arousal was nearly overwhelming, and the fact that you had two cocks was helping to ease the ache, replaced by the burning pleasure of Nick fucking your pussy and the attention you were giving to Steve’s cock.

When you stopped kissing Steve’s length for a second to moan, Nick growled. “Don’t stop worshipping his cock, princess,” he ordered, smacking your tits again and pinching your nipples until you cried out. You refocused on Steve’s dick as pleasure and humiliation made you hotter, pushing you closer and closer to the edge of another release. Nick caught your eye, his gaze burning into yours as he tortured your tits. “Show us what a good little slut you are for our cocks.” 

Your pussy was soaking wet from your own arousal and Ransom’s come, and it was only getting worse with the way Nick was fucking you and treating you. Lewd squelching sounds were coming from your pussy as Nick fucked you hard, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust. He pinched your nipples again, and you moaned, your spine arching up off the table. 

“Mm, fuck,” you groaned, wrapping your lips around the head of Steve’s cock and sucking hard, taking your pleasure out on him. The man above you grunted, his hand grabbing the back of your head and holding you down on him. You sucked and licked at Steve’s cock while Nick fucked you and played with your tits like they were his own personal stress toys. For a long moment, you were lost in the two men, until another voice dragged your attention to the only man who’d been silent since the spell had taken effect.

“You like that, angel?” Andy asked from the head of the table. Your eyes found him. His expression was unreadable, but his blue eyes gleamed with hunger. He was stroking his cock to the sight of you getting fucked, so you knew he wasn’t unaffected, but he was trying his hardest to remain aloof—the stern leader of the warlocks who wouldn’t deign to be reduced to his basest needs. “You like having your tits abused by Fowler while he fucks your pretty pussy like he owns it and Kemp shoves his cock in your mouth?”

You held Andy’s gaze as Steve pushed his cock deep into your mouth, making you gag before pulling out so you could answer. “Yes,” you said on a gasp, reaching for Andy with one hand. “And I want more.” Your fingers couldn’t reach Andy’s cock, but when the warlock nodded to the two men above you, they moved your body down the table. Andy grabbed your hand, wrapping it around his cock and using your soft palm to stroke himself. He was hot and hard beneath your fingers, and you moaned softly at the feel of him.

“Do you like being used by men who are so much more powerful than you?” Andy bit out through gritted teeth, his dark blue eyes furious as he stared down at you. He was unraveling at the seams and you, for one, couldn’t wait to see how he’d fuck you when it was his turn.

Nodding as you pressed suckling kisses to Steve’s cock, you smirked up at Andy, which only made him narrow his eyes and squeeze his hand around yours, pumping himself teasingly slow. “Yes, sir,” you said sweetly, your voice raspy with need. 

A growl erupted from Andy, but you were distracted from his furious arousal because your body was being shifted again. Steve pulled you to the edge of the table so your head hung over the side, forcing Nick to climb up to keep fucking you, his blue eyes watching you from above as he thrust back into you. 

“Fuck, I gotta feel this throat around my cock,” Steve grunted, rubbing the tip of his dick along your lips, spreading his precum over your mouth. “Open up, kitten, let me fuck those pretty lips,” he ordered. 

Again, you felt the urging of the magic forcing you to obey, but you knew you would’ve done what he asked even if they hadn’t made that part of the spell. You opened your mouth wide, sticking your tongue out and you were gratified to feel Steve slide his cock into you. He groaned as your wet, hot mouth wrapped around his length. 

“That’s it, kitten, take it,” he groaned, pushing deep into you, stopping when you were on the verge of gagging. “Take my cock deep in that pretty mouth.” He pulled out almost all the way before thrusting back inside.

Steve’s cock bumped against the back of your throat and you gagged, flailing a little on the table as he pushed his hardness into your throat. Andy held your hand firm around his cock and he grunted when you squeezed him unexpectedly. Your other arm was caught by Ari, who brought your hand up to his lips. He kissed the back of your fingers before lowering it to wrap around his cock. 

You could tell he was big, your fingers barely meeting around his girth. Though you didn’t have the capacity in the moment to wonder at how he’d fit inside you, your pussy gushed as if in preparation to take him, making Nick slide in all the more easily. Ari used your small hand to stroke his hard length, both him and Andy pumping themselves into your soft palms.

Steve groaned happily when he slid into your throat, hilting himself to the base of his cock. The position you were in, with your head upside down and hanging over the edge of the table, made it easier to take him, but he was still big and thick and you had to breathe through your nose, which was brushing against his balls.

As you struggled to get used to the feeling of Steve in your throat, Nick kept pounding your pussy in long, rough strokes, playing with your tits and pushing you even deeper onto Steve’s cock. Andy and Ari used your hands, so nearly every part of you was being owned and used by one of the warlocks. You were so overwhelmed by the four men, you had no hope of doing anything other than reveling in the feeling of them using your body for their pleasure. 

Steve shifted in your throat and you gagged, choking around his hard length, your body twitching with distress, which only made him chuckle. “That’s it, kitten,” Steve in a low, soft voice that was very nearly a purr. “Let me feel that tight throat squeezing my cock.”

You tried to relax, but he was so big and so deep, your throat was clenching down on him as you tried to swallow and breathe through your nose. He pressed even deeper, pushing his balls against your nose, and you started to have trouble breathing. After a moment of trying to draw in a breath, you began to struggle, your body squirming on the table. Your cunt clenched down on Nick’s cock while you squeezed Ari and Andy’s cocks hard. All the men above you grunted at your body’s reflexive reaction to not being able to breathe.

Thankfully, Andy seemed to understand the problem and you heard his sharp voice above you. “Don’t suffocate her, Kemp,” Andy ordered. A second later, Steve let up, pulling his hard cock from your mouth so you could breathe easier. 

As you were sucking in as much air as you could, Nick pulled out of your pussy, and you were confused for a second because you hadn’t felt him come. But then he was lifting your hips up and his fingers were teasing your soaked, messy folds. If it didn’t feel so good, you might’ve felt some shame about how wet you were, but all you could do was moan. 

Deciding you’d gotten enough air, Steve shoved his hard length back into your mouth, fucking you in thrusts that had his cock hitting the back of your throat. You cried out in surprise, but managed to relax when Steve didn’t go too deep, moaning around him as Nick continued to play with your cunt. Then, without warning, Nick slapped your pussy, his fingers stinging your clit and making you scream around Steve’s cock, your whole body clenching and your fingers gripping Andy and Ari tightly in your hands.

“Oh fuck,” Steve groaned, his curse joining the pleasured grunts of the other two men. With your head where it was, you couldn’t see what the men were doing, but you imagined they were watching the way your body reacted to Nick smacking your pussy, your spine arching up off the table and your chest heaving. “That felt good,” Steve said, a darkness in his voice. “Do it again, Fowler.” 

Nick didn’t need any more prompting than that. Steve’s command was your only warning before Nick spanked your pussy repeatedly, his palm coming down on your soft, swollen folds and making you scream around Steve’s cock. Your throat clamping down on the head of his dick while your hands squeezed Andy and Ari, who were still using you to stroke their cocks. You were so overwhelmed by the sensations that you didn’t realize they’d driven you right to the edge of your release, and you were barely hanging on.

When Nick slid his cock back inside your pussy, his fingers rubbing your clit ruthlessly, you shattered apart again. Your vision blacked out from the barrage of pleasure, your body going tight and hot as you were dragged beneath the avalanche of bliss. Your scream was muffled by Steve’s dick in your mouth, the sound strangled but still loud as your body writhed on the table. Both Nick and Steve fucked into your holes, chasing their own releases in your body, while Andy and Ari each used your hands to squeeze the bases of their cocks to stop them from coming.

“Fuck yes, kitten,” Steve groaned, fucking into your mouth, his balls slapping against your nose with every thrust. “Let me hear you scream on my cock—feels so fucking good.” Steve’s cock jerked in your mouth and, a moment later, you felt him coming down your throat. You did your best to swallow it all down while Nick rutted into your cunt.

“So fucking tight, princess,” Nick gritted out. His knees were planted on the table beneath your ass and he was using the leverage to pound into your fluttering channel. His thrusts and his cock were brutal, unrelenting, which only prolonged your orgasm. “You’re gonna make me come—fuck, take it, take my come, princess.”

He pushed in roughly with a loud grunt, and you felt his cock throbbing inside you as his come spurted against your cervix. Both men fucked you through their releases, using your body until they were spent, which only extended your pleasure. For a long moment, you were floating in contentment, a sated feeling filling you just as surely as their come. 

Steve pulled his cock from your swollen lips, leaning down so you could see his satisfied expression. You smiled happily at him, leaning into his hand when he stroked it down the side of your face. “Good kitten,” he murmured, and your practically purred at the praise. Too soon, Steve was stepping back from the table and collapsing into a chair.

However, you were quickly distracted from the loss by Nick pulling his cock from your pussy. He gave you one last sharp smack to your clit, your whole body jerking like you’d been struck with a livewire as the feeling sent a new wash of arousal over you. “You did well, princess,” Nick praised, some warmth seeping into his tone. When you dragged your head up enough to look at him, there was a small, satisfied smirk on his handsome face and his blue eyes were gleaming with hunger. “But you’re not done yet.”

At his words, even more renwed desire flooded through your body, burning brighter than it had all night, and a needy whine spilled from your lips. “Please, more,” you begged in a desperate whisper. You whimpered when Nick merely smirked and dropped down into one of the chairs surrounding the table. Looking to Andy and Ari on either side of you, you turned your pleas on the final two men. “I need more cock, more come,” you said, your voice a plaintive whine. “Use me, please, use my body however you want—just fuck me.”

“Shh, sweetheart,” Ari cooed at you softly, gathering your sweat-slicked and squirming body up from the table. He sat down and leaned back, maneuvering you on top of him so the juncture of your thighs pressed down on his big, thick cock, making you moan and your lashes flutter. You could tell from the way his hard length dug into your lower belly that was going to fill you god and you shivered at the thought.

Between your legs, you could feel your wetness and the come of two of the warlocks dripping down from your hole and coating Ari’s cock, but he made no move to slide inside your aching slit. A whimper escaped you as the burning desire of the spell worked through your body, and you knew you wouldn’t be satisfied until Andy and Ari filled you up at the same time. When you gave your best pleading look to Ari, he only chuckled, cupping your face in one hand.

“Andy and I will take good care of you,” he promised, before flicking his gaze over your shoulder to where the other warlock was moving to stand at your back. “Won’t we, Barber?” Ari’s tone was warm and a little teasing as he addressed the other man. However, Andy didn’t seem to be in the mood for Ari’s teasing or the warmth he was showing you.

“Tilt her hips, Levinson,” Andy ordered. Ari chuckled at Andy’s sternness, but his big hands manhandled your body, lifting your hips to present your pussy to Andy. The other man smoothed his hands over your ass, grasping it in a bruising grip that had you gasping softly and deepening the arch of your back as you pressed into his hold. That got a pleased rumble out of Andy. “Good girl, angel,” he praised, his voice softening just a little. “Show me that dripping cunt.” 

You mewled and did your best to arch even more for him. Andy hummed another pleased sound and then he was notching the head of his cock at your tight pussy and sliding inside. You’d been worked open by Ransom and Nick so it wasn’t an effort to take Andy, but it still made you gasp to be filled up again. Your body relaxed on top of Ari and you lay your cheek down against the soft sweater over his muscular chest. “So good, sir,” you mumbled, your mind a haze of need and satisfaction. 

Andy chuckled, the first time you’d heard anything remotely resembling delight from him since you’d approached the old Drysdale house, and you couldn’t help but smile. Andy thrust into you a few times, barely ramping up your pleasure before he pulled his cock from your sopping wet pussy. 

You whined at the loss of him and pouted into Ari’s chest, who laughed from beneath you, the sound ricocheting through your ribcage. Before you could protest further, Ari reached between your bodies and he guided you to lift your hips enough so he could line himself up with your cunt.

“That’s it, sweetheart, take my cock,” Ari urged as you lowered yourself down on him. You were eager to do as he said, not pausing to wonder what Ari and Andy had planned for you, and pressed your pussy down on the stiff length beneath you. 

Ari was thicker than any of the others and it took effort to take him. You were panting, pushing yourself up with your hands on Ari’s chest as you worked yourself down his length. Meanwhile, he was content to lay back on the table and watch you rise and fall on his cock, taking more each time. His handsome face was filled with adoration as he stared up at you, and the emotions inspired by that look only urged you on. 

“Good girl, sweetheart,” he praised, his blue eyes sparkling as he watched you. The affectionate heat in his gaze made your heart warm with pleasure and you grinned down at him. Ari squeezed your hips but let you take your time. In his deep, pleased voice, he murmured encouragingly, “You’re doing so well—taking daddy’s cock so perfectly.” 

Off to the side, you heard Ransom snicker and mutter, “daddy,” derisively, but the honorific only added to your arousal, the flames of your desire licking through your veins. Your eyes went heavy-lidded as you stared down at Ari.

“You feel so good, daddy,” you purred, pushing your cunt down until his cock was fully buried inside you. You leaned back down over the man beneath you, plastering yourself against Ari, who smiled at your blissed-out expression. He cupped your chin, pulling you in for a kiss. 

Fireworks lit behind your eyes as you kissed the handsome warlock, moaning softly into his mouth. It felt amazing to have his lips sliding against yours, his tongue plunging into your mouth to stroke against yours. Distantly, you realized it was the first time any of the men had kissed you and you whimpered at how much it added to the heat in your body. It had felt good when Ransom, Nick and Steve had used your body roughly for their pleasure, but Ari’s softness was another kind of devastating bliss, and you never wanted it to end.

Your hips started working of their own volition, moving in a rolling motion to fuck your pussy on Ari’s cock. Ari groaned into your mouth, your kiss turning messy as you both began writhing together, your ass coming down to slap against Ari’s thighs as he speared his cock up into your pussy. Andy let you both have a moment to enjoy each other, then his hands on your ass stilled your movements. 

“Hang on, angel,” Andy rumbled from behind you, his hands sliding up your back and down again to your ass. “We’re not done filling you.” You didn’t have a second to stop and wonder what he meant. With his grip on your ass, Andy spread your cheeks wide until he could press the tip of his cock against your puckered entrance. You gasped and flailed, wrenching your mouth from Ari’s and turning to look up at Andy with wide eyes.

“I-I’ve never taken anyone there,” you said in a pleading tone, your uncertainty over what Andy had planned for you warring with the effects of the spell, which made you want to submit to whatever he told you to do. The delicious burning desire took the edge off your concern, making you think that you’d enjoy having both your holes filled by Andy and Ari, but you still worried you wouldn’t be able to take them at the same time. They were so big.

Andy only gave you a grim smile, the softness he’d started to show fleeing from his expression. “I told you that you should’ve run, angel,” he said, pushing against the tight rosebud of your ass, making you whimper and shake on top of Ari, your cunt clenching down on his cock lodged in your pussy. “Now be a good girl and relax,” Andy commanded, smoothing his hands up your spine, like he could force you to calm with his touch instead of his words.

The magic of the spell worked through your body, forcing you to relax, and you felt your uncertainty waning along with it. The thought of Andy filling your ass while Ari pounded into your cunt was too enticing, so you let yourself submit to what the men wanted. “Yes, sir,” you murmured. A moment later, the tip of Andy’s dick popped into your ass and you let out a soft whine while the warlock groaned above you. It was such an unfamiliar sensation, but not bad. It even felt good. When you realized that, you moaned happily. 

“So fucking tight, angel,” Andy rasped, his voice hoarse with his own unbridled desire. He pushed in even further and made you whine again, your ass clamping down hard on Andy’s cock. He was barely inside you, but with Ari still in your cunt, you already felt impossibly full. You didn’t know how you could possibly take them both, but you were eager to try.

“Daddy,” you whimpered, overwhelmed by the exquisite stretch as Andy pressed deeper. It was too much, but you didn’t want them to stop, and Ari seemed to understand the conflicting emotions that were swirling within you. He cooed at you, peppering your face with kisses.

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” Ari told you, his hands smoothing over your back and sides, groping and squeezing your body. “Just relax and be the good little slut I know you can be.” Your body listened to Ari’s command, your mind going hazy and then entirely blank as Andy kept pushing deeper, overwhelming you with the feeling of fullness. 

Finally, after what felt like a long time of working your ass open with his cock, Andy pushed in the final inch. He groaned as he buried his cock in your tight hole. “Fuck, you’re so goddamned tight, angel,” he praised, his voice going warm again and making you smile with contentment at pleasing him. “I could live in your ass, it feels that fucking good,” he rasped.

“Mm, you haven’t had her pussy yet, Barber,” Ari rumbled from beneath you, bucking his hips up and fucking his dick deeper inside you, making you cry out and moan, before settling back on the table to let you get used to the feeling of both of them inside you. “She’s so wet and warm, our girl feels like heaven on my cock.” 

You whimpered, your whole body trembling between the two warlocks, your ass and cunt impaled on their cocks. You were filled to the brim with both of them, and yet you wanted more—you wanted them to move, to fuck you and claim you and ruin you for all others outside their circle of warlocks. 

“Daddy,” you whined, squirming between the bodies of the two men, but Ari shushed you with a kiss. When he pulled away, he wrapped a hand around the front of your throat, holding you so that all you could do was stare into his face. His blue eyes were glittering in the firelight filling the room, a smirk on his lips. He looked otherworldly and fucking glorious.

“Tell daddy how good it feels to be so full of warlock cock,” he ordered, his blue eyes shining with desire. Another whine worked its way free from you, your mind so blissed out you weren’t sure where you’d find the words to respond, but the spell wouldn’t let you ignore Ari’s command. 

“Feels so fucking good, daddy,” you said on a gasp as Andy started fucking your ass from behind. His big hands kneaded your asscheeks while he gave you slow, shallow thrusts that were little more than teasing. “Oh god, I love it—I love being filled with your big cocks,” you cried, going crosseyed when Ari began grinding up into your cunt. It was so much sensation, your mind going blank as you were overwhelmed by pleasure, but the burning desire within you still wasn’t satisfied. “Please—oh god, I need more—I need all my holes filled with cock!”

“Well if you insist,” Ransom drawled from beside you, dragging your attention away from the two men behind and beneath you. You lifted your head and saw the arrogant man stroking his cock, and you realized he must’ve gotten hard again from watching you get fucked by the other the warlocks. Ransom smirked when you looked at him, his blue eyes pinning you where you were. “I’m happy to skullfuck you while Levinson and Barber fuck your other holes—all you gotta do is beg, doll.”

It wasn’t an order, so the spell didn’t urge you to obey; instead, you were acting on your own free will when you opened your mouth and started begging for more cock. “Please, Ransom,” you said, looking up into his mirthless gaze. There was a greedy hunger sparkling in those blue depths and it called to something in you, letting you act just as desperate and needy as you felt. “Please, fuck my mouth, and use my throat like a toy to get yourself off,” you begged, your words tripping over each other in your eagerness to get them out. “Please, please come down my throat—I need your come again, I need it—please, fill me up.”

Ransom’s smile was sharp, but pleased as he stepped up to the table. “Kiss your daddy one last time, doll,” he growled, eyes glittering and dangerous with the amount of hunger still filling them. “Because that pretty mouth of yours is mine.” It filled you with awe how Ransom could make you feel so dirty and so good at the same time, but you didn’t question it as you turned back to Ari, intent on doing exactly as Ransom said without the urging of the spell.

You kissed Ari fervently, sucking on his tongue when he plunged it into your mouth, not able to get enough of him in the short time Ransom allowed. Too soon, the other warlock was grabbing your head and wrenching you away from Ari’s mouth, pulling your face toward his cock that still smelled like your pussy. Ransom didn’t give you any other warning, just shoved his cock deep in your mouth, pushing into your throat immediately. You gagged and flailed for a few seconds, but got used to it quickly, groaning at the taste of his precum on the back of your tongue and the musk of your own arousal from when Ransom had fucked you earlier.

Andy started fucking your ass harder from behind, his big hands alternating between groping your ass and spanking you every so often, making you choke on Ransom while he fucked your mouth roughly. Ari’s hands were on your hips, holding you up enough that he could fuck you from underneath, his mouth latching onto your neck and sucking hickeys into your skin. But there were still two other warlocks, and Andy didn’t seem content to let you leave them out.

“Fowler, Kemp, why don’t you put our girl’s hands to good use,” he bit out, the ring of a command in his tone. You couldn’t see beyond the rippling muscles of Ransom’s abdomen, but you felt the presences of the other two men approach. Ransom’s grip on your head shifted so he could hold you up while he fucked your mouth, freeing your hands for Nick and Steve to grab. 

The two warlocks were still recovering from getting off on using your body, so they were each in different states of hardness, but they both groaned when they wrapped your soft fingers around their cocks. Nick stroked himself with your hand, while Steve merely held you squeezing the base of his length. You moaned around Ransom’s dick, the arousal within you finally getting what it desired.

With all five warlocks touching you, fucking you, and using you, you were in heaven. All three of your holes were filled with cock, every vein on their hard lengths brushing against the sensitive inner walls of your pussy, ass and mouth. Ransom’s cock was heavy on your tongue, the muskiness of his precum mixing with your own arousal and making you light-headed with the combined taste. Meanwhile, Ari and Andy fucked your pussy and ass in tandem, making sure you were always filled up with one of their thick cocks. Steve and Nick were watching you, their dicks twitching and hardening in your hands as they used you to pleasure themselves.

It wasn’t long before you were on the edge of coming again. The groaned and grunted praise of the men surrounding you, all of them calling you their good girl, along with the way they brutally fucked your body, sent you hurtling over the edge and into the abyss of endless, overwhelming pleasure. Your body went white-hot and tight as you screamed around Ransom’s cock, your hips bearing down on Ari’s cock and pushing back on Andy’s hard length at the same time. All three of them fucked you harder, the squeezing of your body wringing pleasure from their stiff cocks.

Andy came first, losing himself in your tight, clenching ass. He spilled himself deep in your guts with a loud groan. He fucked his come deeper with shallow strokes as he leaned down over your back, brushing a kiss to your shoulder blade as he murmured, “You were so fucking good for me, angel.” You barely had a moment to enjoy his sweetness before Andy was standing up, smacking your ass before pulling out. That left Ari to chase his release from below, pounding into you and wresting another orgasm out of you, your entire body shaking with the force of it.

“Feel so perfect coming on daddy’s cock, sweetheart,” Ari groaned as he came in your pussy, shoving his cock deep inside you, the tip kissing against your cervix and flooding your cunt with his come. He grunted loudly into your neck, sucking hard on your skin and making you shiver in his arms. When he was spent, Ari simply collapsed beneath you, petting a hand down your spine.

Ransom fucked your throat harder, making you gag and choke on him, your spit and his precum dripping down your chin and pooling on the table beneath. “Fucking take it, doll, take my come,” Ransom growled, giving you your only warning that he was close. A moment later, his cock erupted in your mouth and he fucked his come deep into your throat, groaning while you choked and gagged, trying to swallow his come while he was still fucking you roughly. It was filthy and you loved it, the edges of your mouth curling up in a depraved smile while Ransom emptied himself inside you.

When Ransom pulled out, he wiped his dripping cock on your cheeks, the degradation of the act making you burn hotter with another wave of overwhelming arousal. No matter how many times you’d come, it still returned, flaring inside you and making you go brainless with your need for more cock and come. 

Nick and Steve crowded in around your face and you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out in offering for them to fuck you. “Please,” you whimpered, your voice hoarse from how brutally your throat had been been fucked by first Steve and then Ransom. The warlocks’ cocks were fully hard, the heads red and angry while they used your hands to stroke themselves. 

Neither Nick nor Steve wasted any time, shoving both their cocks into your mouth, stretching your lips obscenely. They couldn’t push very deep, but you used your tongue to lick at the slits on the tips of both their dicks, making them groan. With only a few more rough strokes of your hands around their cocks, they each grunted loudly, their dicks twitching as they came in your mouth. 

With your lips stretched so wide and two cocks pumping their loads into your mouth, you didn’t have a hope of swallowing it all. Most of their come spilled down your chin, adding to the puddle of come and spit beneath your face. Nick stumbled back first, releasing your hand and falling into a chair. 

You used the loss of him to wrap your lips around Steve, sucking on his cock until he grunted, “That’s enough, kitten,” and pulled himself from your mouth. Ari was still beneath you, his head turned to watch as you began scooping up the cum from your chin and feeding it into your mouth. He groaned, his cock twitching in your pussy. 

From above you, Ransom chuckled. He bent down and cupped your face in one hand, only laughing harder when you whined because you had to stop what you were doing. “You’re such a filthy fucking slut,” he said, his words mean, but the warmth in his tone telling you he was happy about how dirty you were. “Why don’t you clean up your mess, doll?” He pointed to the puddle of spit and cum on the table. 

Since it wasn’t an order, you weren’t forced to obey, but desire and arousal were still building within you, making you eager to comply. Happily, you started lapping up the puddle beneath you, cleaning the mess of fluids from the table. You moaned at the feeling of being degraded, enjoying what the warlocks had reduced you to too much to stop the soft, pleased sounds you made as you tasted their come and your spit.

Ari was hard again inside you, but when you started rolling your hips, fucking yourself on his cock, he slapped your ass. “You have the sweetest pussy, sweetheart,” he murmured in your ear while he pulled himself from your clutching heat. “But I think it’s someone else’s turn to fuck your tight hole.”

You let out a quiet whine as Ari lifted you off him and settled you back down on all fours on the table. You refocused on licking up the mess of fluids, the taste of the warlocks’ come making you go completely mindless, murmuring happily. 

When you were done, the burning of your arousal doubled and you turned over onto your back, looking around the room, finding all five warlocks seated in high-backed chairs surrounding the table you were on. Warmth buzzed beneath your skin, an insistent need to be filled with more cock and more come. You gathered the rest of the come from your chin with your fingers, licking them clean as you caught the eye of the warlocks around you. 

“Who’s next?” you asked in a raspy voice, spreading your thighs wide in an invitation. When none of the men moved, you trailed your fingers down your body and began to play with your soaking wet and swollen folds. “I’m so empty,” you whined, shoving three fingers into your tight hole, taking them easily since they in no way compared to any of the men’s cocks. “Want more cock,” you pouted at the warlocks. “Wanna fuck cock, wanna suck cock, please—I need to be fucked, to be used!” you cried, your voice growing desperate when none of them moved. “Ruin me, ruin my holes and make them yours—make me yours!”

Andy stood first, his grip unyielding as he grabbed your hips and spun your body, dragging your ass to the edge at the head of the table. He stepped between your parted thighs, pushing them up until you were folded in half. “You’re going to regret not running when you had a chance, angel,” he gritted out, lining up his thick cock with your pussy. 

Smirking and dragging your fingers up to suck them clean of your juices and the come that your cunt had been filled with, you watched as Andy’s eyes darkened with no small sense of satisfaction. “I don’t think so, sir,” you sassed, your tone turning more than a little mocking on the last word. Andy’s eyes flashed at your brattiness. “But you can try to make me.”

With a frustrated growl, Andy shoved his already hard again cock deep in your pussy, hilting himself in your soft, wet heat and wrenching a pleasured cry from your lips. He groaned and wrapped a hand around your throat, the expression on his face making it clear he was determined to put you in your place. His fingers dug into the sides of your neck in a tight hold that left you speechless, like he was making sure you couldn’t talk back anymore.

“You should be careful, angel,” Andy warned as he started fucking your cunt in long, hard, ruthless thrusts, choking you a little harder with his fury. “If you give your body so willingly to a cult of warlocks, they might end up taking your soul, too.” 

As that ominous warning rattled around in your head, Andy set to work ruining your pussy with his big cock, like he was serious about making you regret running from the house before they’d taken you. However, it only made you happier that you hadn’t. You were ecstatic to give yourself willingly to the five warlocks. 

For hours, the warlocks took their time demolishing every single one of your holes, each man coming inside your pussy, ass and mouth at least once, if not more. Their strength and stamina were supernatural, and you were grateful for the spell they’d cast over you because it helped you keep up as they manhandled you around, moving you into whatever position they wanted. 

Sometimes they’d pull you off the table and have you bouncing on two cocks, one in your cunt and one in your ass while you took another in your mouth, your hands wrapped around the last two. When you were too wrung out to sit up, they had you spread out on your back, a cock in your ass, another in your pussy, another in your mouth, and one in each of your hands. 

Eventually, after so long you’d completely lost track of how much time had passed—whether it was a half dozen hours or a half dozen days—the warlocks finally flagged, having exhausted themselves. The last of them collapsed into a chair after spilling his come in your pussy, which was bloated and full from how many loads you’d taken. You looked around dazedly at the wrecked warlocks, all of them sprawled in the high-backed chairs surrounding the table.

The unnatural heat of your arousal finally began to ebb and you realized you must’ve satisfied all the men enough that the spell was wearing off. You only had enough time to smile happily to yourself before you fell into an exhausted sleep on the table, feeling warm and content.

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Sometime later, you awoke in a bed softer than clouds, your body deliciously sore and a pleasant ache between your legs. The events of the night came back to you in a rush and desire flamed to life in your core, one that you knew wasn’t prompted by any kind of magic. Your legs, clean of the stickiness of the sweat and come you’d been bathed in the night before, shifted beneath the soft blanket of the bed before you settled back down, a smile curving your lips. 

After a moment of drifting in the haze between sleep and waking, voices began to permeate your peace. You recognized them as belonging to your warlocks, the sound of their voices deepening your smile until you heard what they were talking about. 

“I don’t like this,” Steve was saying, a sharpness in his tone that he’d never used with you. You wondered what he was talking about, your still half-asleep mind struggling to make sense of the conversation, but knowing it wasn’t good if Steve sounded so unhappy. “What if she chooses to leave?”

“Then she chooses to leave,” Ari growled, but there was a note of disquiet in his voice, too. He paused, like he was looking at you and you could almost feel the weight of his stare on your face, distracting you for a moment. But then he went on. “We can’t keep her here forever.” 

“Yeah,” Nick agreed, his voice decisive as he confirmed what Ari said. You could practically see the sharp nod he gave, even though your eyes were still closed as you clung to the last remnants of sleep. “At some point, someone will slip up and forget to redo the spell and she’ll get free anyway.”

Ari huffed an annoyed sound. “That’s not what I meant,” he muttered, sounding almost offended. 

You were having trouble following the conversation. Though you understood they were talking about you, you didn’t know what they meant by there being a choice, though Nick’s words about redoing a spell intrigued you. After the fun you’d had with the warlocks, you were eager to let them do the same libido spell on you—after you’d recovered a little more. Eerily enough, Ransom’s addition to the conversation seemed to echo your own thoughts. 

“I think she’ll agree to stay,” Ransom broke in, the other men going quiet. You could hear the arrogant smirk on his pretty face when he went on. “After the thorough dicking she got last night? What girl wouldn’t want more of that?”

A flush crept through your body, your slit beginning to throb at Ransom’s words. He was right, you wanted more of the warlocks. In fact, you never wanted to leave them, you wanted to stay in the old Drysdale house and let them use your body whenever they wanted. 

As the warlocks muttered their responses to Ransom’s words, you realized the only way you’d discover what they were talking about, what choice they were giving you, was to join the conversation. Blinking in the golden, late afternoon sunshine spilling into the room, you found all five men standing in the doorway of the bedroom where you’d been sleeping. 

The room itself was nice and clean, certainly not what you’d expect from a supposedly abandoned house. You were laying in a large bed with soft white sheets and blankets, while the rest of the room was bright and warm, antique furniture filling the space and a large, thick rug covering the wooden floor. It was cozy, and you thought you could get used to living in a place like this, when the men caught your attention.

Andy, who’d been silent throughout the discussion, was the first to notice you were awake. He pushed through the others and came to sit beside you on the bed. Your body was covered up to your chin with a thick comforter, though you wore nothing else. 

He was dressed in one of the navy blue suits you often saw him wearing around town and his buttoned up appearance made you excruciatingly aware that you were naked beneath the blanket. Looking to the other men, they were all dressed in new clothes, and your core throbbed at the memory of the exceptional amount of pleasure they’d given you the night before.

Pushing past the shyness you felt in their suddenly overwhelming presence, you looked to Andy for answers. “What’re you guys talking about?” you asked, your voice raspy from sleep. Your throat was a little sore from how many times the men had fucked your mouth the night before and you pressed fluttering fingers to it.

Andy seemed to understand what was wrong and he reached for a glass of water on the side table, holding it out to you while helping you sit up so you could drink it. You clutched the blanket to your chest, not really knowing why you cared when all the men had seen you bared and naked far more than clothed the night before. But, you told yourself as you drank the water, that had been different. Now it was the day after and you realized you didn’t know where you stood with the warlocks. Uneasiness settled in your gut.

The men waited patiently until you’d finished off the water. Andy took the empty glass from you and set it back on the side table before explaining.

“You have two options, angel,” he started, sternness in his tone and a grim look on his face. Your stomach flipped and sank, but you appreciated him getting right to the point. You looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to lay out your choices. “We can either wipe your memory so you forget everything that happened last night,” he said. His eyes were watching you carefully, so you were certain he saw the way your face fell even if you tried not to show your disappointment.

“We can’t let you go back to your life knowing there’s a secret society of warlocks in town,” Steve jumped in, his expression just as resigned as Andy’s. But he seemed disgruntled about the option Andy had presented, even as he explained why it would be necessary. “It could be dangerous for us if word got out.”

Before you could protest that you’d never tell anyone about them, Andy cut back in, diverting your attention from Steve and the others. 

“Or,” Andy said, shooting a glare at Steve before turning back to you, his expression softening. That little bit of fondness that appeared in his features made your heart soar with hope as you waited with bated breath for the other option. “You can stay with us, and we’ll bind you to us—you’ll be ours.”

“Yes,” you said immediately, not taking even a moment to think it over. You glanced from Andy to the others. “Yes, I want to be yours.” Ransom looked triumphant while Ari grinned and Nick and Steve cracked small smiles, but when you looked back at Andy, his expression was carefully guarded, making you deflate a little. “Please?” Your voice was so small it made you sound pathetic, but you were certain in your heart and soul you knew what you wanted.

Ari strode over to the bed, kneeling beside you and taking one of your hands in both of his. He shot Andy a glare, “Stop being a dick to our girl,” he snapped at Andy before turning to you. “Ignore Barber, he’s just worried you aren’t thinking this through.”

“But I know what I want,” you protested, looking first to Andy and then the other men, who were moving closer to the bed. 

Nick sat beside your feet, reaching out with one hand and wrapping it around your ankle through the blanket, giving you a comforting squeeze as he addressed Andy. “Why don’t you tell her what being bound to us means,” Nick suggested. “Once she has all the information, you can’t accuse her of deciding too rashly.” 

Shooting an exasperated look around at the others, Andy finally settled his deep blue gaze on you. “Your soul will be ours, angel,” he said carefully, like he was breaking bad news to you. 

But what he said didn’t sound so bad, you were already fairly certain the warlocks owned your heart—you’d given it to them at some point the night before when they’d been filling your body so exquisitely. But Andy didn’t seem to be done.

Andy cleared his throat. “Your life will be inextricably linked to ours,” he said in that same grim tone. “You won’t be able to stand being away from us for any period of time, you’ll have to move in with us, stay with us, or it’ll hurt you,” Andy explained. He paused briefly, but you knew he still had more to say so you stayed quiet. He took a deep, fortifying breath before pinning you with his gaze. “You’ll live until the last of us dies, and then you’ll join us in the afterlife.” 

His words echoed in the quiet room and you turned over what he’d said, thinking about what it meant. If you were to be bound to the warlocks, you’d be giving yourself to five men, five men you’d have to spend the rest of your life with, since it sounded like you could never leave them for fear of the binding causing you harm. And then you’d spend eternity with them in the afterlife.

Looking around the room, you could admit to yourself you didn’t know most of the men very well. Aside from Ari, you hadn’t spent any time with them other than the marathon gangbang the night before, which wasn’t exactly conducive to learning if you had any shared hobbies with the others. But that didn’t mean you were incompatible with them. 

Taking your silence as hesitation, Ransom jumped in, filling the quiet that had fallen after Andy’s explanation. “Don’t worry, doll, we’ll take good care of you,” he promised, a hint of desperation in his tone. “You’ll be our perfect little pet, and we’ll dick you down just like last night all the time.” He shot you an arrogant smirk, that made you snort, but the others groaned. Steve, who was standing beside Ransom, smacked him upside the head.

“What Drysdale means,” Ari gritted out, squeezing your hand and drawing your attention to him. You sucked in a breath at the hope in his face, his blue eyes sparkling with emotion as he stared deep into your soul. “Is that you can live a long and happy life with us,” he promised, sincerity in his tone. “We’ll take care of you in every way a man should take care of a woman—in this life and the next.”

You couldn’t stop your heart from clenching at the genuine longing you felt for Ari and what he promised. But his words sparked a question in you. “What if one of you wants to get married?” you asked, remembering that all five of the men were some of the town’s most eligible bachelors. You’d overheard many a woman at the grocery store or coffeeshop bemoaning the fact that Andy hadn’t met the right woman yet, or wondering whether Nick had a wife somewhere else that he visited while he traveled. Worry made your stomach sour as you glanced at Andy, asking, “Will you leave me for someone else?”

Pain lanced through Andy’s expression and he opened his mouth to respond, but Steve was quicker, sitting down at your feet and wrapping his hand around your other ankle. Both he and Nick squeezed you comfortingly through the blankets. “Warlocks don’t take wives,” Steve explained. “Not in the way humans do.”

Nick picked up where he left off. “When a cult of warlocks is bound to a mate, that’s it for them,” he said, his normally cold expression going soft as he stared at you. His eyes pleaded with you to understand. 

And you did—as much as you were able. You understood that they were warlocks and they clearly had different ways of going about marriage, or mating, or binding, or whatever they wanted to call it. So long as it meant you could depend on them not to bind you and leave you, you were happy with the explanation. 

Ari threaded his fingers through yours and brought your hand to his lips, kissing the back softly. “What are you thinking, sweetheart?”

It was on the tip of your tongue to say yes—again—but one look at Andy’s still guarded expression told you he wasn’t convinced yet that you’d thought it through enough. Wracking your brain, you voiced the first questions you could think of. “Do I have to do anything for the binding? And what happens after?” You looked around at the men. “I mean, you don’t all live together, so how will that work?”

Andy’s eyes shone with pride and a little pleased smile curled the edges of his mouth, nearly hidden in the depths of his beard, as he answered. “You won’t have to do anything for the binding,” he said. “But it’ll have to wait until the next full moon,” he glanced over at Ransom.

The man had been cowed since Nick had slapped him upside the head, but another cocky smile spread across his face. “You can stay here until then, doll,” he said, his voice mockingly gracious. “Can’t have you going around town blabbing our secret to everyone.” He winked, taking the sting out of his words and quelling your protest before it could even form on your tongue. 

Nodding decisively, Andy went on. “After the binding ritual, we’ll figure it out.” He gave you a small smile. “If you want us all together, we can probably work that out,” he said, glancing around at the others, daring them to contradict him, though none of the other men looked like they wanted to. Satisfied, Andy looked back to you. “Once you’re bound to us, you’ll spend time with us individually as well as all together.”

“Will you cast that libido spell on me again?” you asked, trying to mask the eagerness you felt, but failing. Ari huffed a laugh beside you and the others chuckled. Andy even smirked at your keenness, though he wiped the expression away quickly.

“Once you’re bound to us, you’ll feel some changes,” he said, picking his words carefully. At your confused expression, he explained further. “Your strength and stamina will increase, so you’ll be able to keep up with us.”

“You’ll also be able to get pregnant,” Ari cut in, his voice low and deep and doing delicious things to your core.

Still, you looked at him surprised. “Was that not possible before?” you asked, thinking of all the come the warlocks had left in your cunt.

Andy shook his head. “No, warlocks can only impregnate their mate,” he said.

You breathed a little sigh of relief. You hadn’t been concerned with getting pregnant the night before since you’d been overwhelmed with your desire as a result of the spell, but you were glad you didn’t need to think about that until later. Still, you didn’t hate the idea of letting your men knock you up with a little baby warlock. You mulled over everything Andy and the others had told you while you looked around the room.

Each of the men had different levels of hope in their expressions. Andy’s face was still a little guarded, but his eyes were intent on you, watching you like he couldn’t look away. If you weren’t mistaken, you saw some glimmers of hope in their depths that made you smile. Looking to Ari, he wore his hope plainly on his face; and when you glanced at him, he squeezed your hand reassuringly, giving you a small smile.

Ransom stared at you with a greedy kind of covetousness, his expression and posture looking confident, but you saw some uncertainty in the depths of this blue eyes that endeared you to him. He was a bit of an arrogant asshole, but you were starting to warm to his charm. Nick’s face was a cracked mask of cold, his hope and possessiveness burning plainly in his gaze as it stayed fixed on you. And Steve looked reluctant to hope, like he wasn’t sure if he should put his faith in you to choose the group of warlocks. It nearly broke your heart, which made you certain all over again that your heart was very much involved in the decision you were making.

All five men were so different, but it felt as if they could each give you something you needed. Andy’s sternness, Ari’s care, Ransom’s confidence, Nick’s ruthlessness and Steve’s darkness—it all fed different parts of your being, some of which you didn’t even know about until they’d taken you. After your night with them, you couldn’t imagine letting them wipe your memories and sending you back to your life.

You knew everything would change for you if you gave in. But when you thought of what you’d be giving up to give yourself to them—a boring life and an uncertainty about whether you’d ever find anyone who wanted you half as much as the five men surrounding you did—the decision was easy. They wanted you and you wanted them. You knew you’d grow to love all five of them, and they’d grow to love you, too. 

With that thought, your conviction solidified in your chest. You smiled at each of the men—your men, your warlocks—and took a deep breath. Turning to Andy, you told them your decision. “I want to stay with you���I want to be yours,” you said, holding his gaze and showing that you wouldn’t back down. Pride flared in Andy’s gaze as you went on. “I want to belong to all of you, I want to be bound to your cult of warlocks.” 

As the words left your lips, you had no worries or concern, only confidence that you were making the right choice for yourself by giving your body and soul to the warlocks. You knew they’d never let you regret it—and you were right. They never did.