#Steve kemp x female Reader smut

[buckys-wintersoldier]

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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[jiyascepter]

───── May

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

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

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

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

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

@ijuststareatstuffhereok89

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

@vbecker10

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

@lokischambermaid

From The Horny Misadventures of Nomad Steve:

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

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

@lokisgoodgirl

Distractions [Loki x f!reader] 🔥

Like a Queen [Loki x f!reader] 🔥

Also check out her upcoming series : The Rite

@buckys-wintersoldier

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

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

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

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

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

Domination [SoftDom!Bucky x Sub!reader] 🔥

How Love Works [Ransom Drysdale x reader] 🥰

@foxherder

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

@vbecker10

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

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

What Prank? [Bucky x f!reader] 🥰😆

Running Into Trouble [Loki x f!reader] 🥰

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

The Dress [Loki x f!reader] 🔥

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

@loki-cees-all

Keeping Score [TVA!Loki x f!reader] 🔥

@sarahscribbles

Vanilla and Honeycomb [Loki x f!reader] 🔥

@bookishtheaterlover7

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

@muddyorbsblr

Curiosities [Loki x f!reader] 🔥

@mischiefmaker615

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

@buckets-and-trees

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

@simplyholl

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

Truly Desperate [Loki x f!reader] 🔥😆

@lulubelle814

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

@sergeantbarnessdoll

You Stayed [Steve Kemp x reader] 🥰

@buckysdarling

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

@mrs-illyrian-baby

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

@divine-knight-hand

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

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

[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

[sarahowritesostucky]

Sexuality Profile: Andy

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

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

Mature Content below the break. Consume Responsibly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[the-iceni-bitch]

𝕴 𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉'𝖛𝖊 𝕶𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖎𝖙 𝖂𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖓'𝖙 𝖇𝖊 𝖄𝖔𝖚

𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝙺𝚎𝚖𝚙

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

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

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

Relationship: Steve Kemp x female!reader

Words: ~900

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I still think one of these days you’re going to end up welcoming some bad man into your house just because you think it’s me.” He licked his fingers and reached between your thighs, biting his lip when he found you already wet and ready for him.

“Well there’s no one as bad as you, Steve,” you arched your back when he pushed two fingers inside you and curled them against the roof of your cunt. “Besides, you’re the only one with a key.”

He chuckled at that, nipping along the curve of your collarbone and pulling his fingers out of your slowly before kissing you on the lips. Steve kept his mouth molded to yours as he pushed his cock inside you, swallowing your moan and gripping your thighs tightly as he sank into you until his hips met yours. There was a pause once he was fully sheathed inside the slick heat of your pussy, while you shared the same breath and he let you adjust to his intrusion. It was always like the first time with him, maybe that was why you found him so intoxicating.

You didn’t have long to dwell on that thought though when he started to move. His body rolled against yours and you gasped, reaching up to wind your fingers through his thick hair and sucking on his bottom lip while he fucked you in long, deep strokes. Steve moved his hands from your thighs to your waist to your neck, holding you almost delicately even as his hips started to slam into you. The only constant he had in this world was you, and being inside you was the only time he ever felt like he was home.

His lips never left yours while he fucked you. Whether he was kissing you deeply or murmuring soft praises into your mouth he made sure you were sharing the same breath. He smiled and nudged your nose with his when you came for the first time, his tongue flicking along the seam of your lips while your pussy clenched so hard around him you almost pushed him out. You kept clutching at his shoulders to keep him close, though, your eyes bright and wild before they rolled back in your head as he hit you deep.

There was no way to know how much time had passed before he finally came inside you. You were laying on your stomach and panting heavily, covered in sweat and trembling as you moaned at the sensation of his thick spend filling your fluttering cunt. When he collapsed on top of you and groaned you just smiled, winding your fingers through those of his unfamiliar hands and letting yourself drift off to the sound of his breathing. You always slept best when he was inside you, no matter his form. He was your home just as you were his, and no matter what he was, he would always be yours.

[lanabuckybarnes]

Brain rot, Brain rot.

18+ Minors DNI

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

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

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

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

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

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

Whew Lordy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[thevillainswhore]

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.”

[inkedreverie]

𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔

pairing: vampire!steve kemp x human!female reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.1k +

warnings: blood kink, mentions of blood, blood drinking, p in v sex, porn without a plot. soft sex that turns rough, overstimulation. implied sub/dom dynamics. 18+ content.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Steve comes home late and hungry for you.

a/n: i've had this in my drafts for a while and i'm finally posting it! this was my first time writing for steve so as always, please be kind!

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | Read on AO3

Y/N remembers the first time Steve fed from her.

The wave of pain that rushed through her veins, followed by a wave an induced euphoria, was an all-time high she'd never really experienced before. He was very patient with her, reassuring her it wouldn't be as bad as she thought it'd be.

Steve was the opposite of what anyone would assume a vampire would be. He wasn't greedy and didn't use any persuasion on her. Y/N had been enamored by him ever since she found out his secret, so it was no surprise to Steve that she'd be so willing. After he was done, he pecked her cheek and whispered, "Good girl. You think you can do that again for me?" Y/N nodded in response.

Today, when evening rolled around, Steve plops down on the leather couch, arms sprawled across the edge of the loveseat. Despite being incapable of getting tired, work had been extremely stressful today. He'd been booked solid with multiple surgeries, and he had to do it all with a fake smile while ignoring the temptation to go snatch a blood bag or two. He'd been waiting for this moment with her, and so had she.

His lips form into a small grin as he hears her enter the room, finger curling and beckoning her over to him. "Come here, baby girl. I need you."

Y/N giggled when she saw him lounging on the couch. As he beckoned her over, she ran toward the couch in the living room before straddling his lap. "God, I missed you baby." she sighed, her lips immediately finding his as she kissed him softly. She was only wearing a graphic t-shirt, which only reached the top of her thighs. The hem of her shirt rose slightly as she moved against his lap.

Steve's hunger was a raging fire, demanding to be quenched as Y/N straddled his lap, her soft lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. He reciprocated eagerly, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer to him. As he deepened the kiss, the taste of her intoxicated him.

Breaking the kiss, he smirked up at her, his dark eyes filled with hunger and desire. "Mmm, you have no idea how delicious you look, babe," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. His hands trailed up her bare thighs, gripping her hips firmly as he felt the hem of her shirt rise. He loved the way she teased him, the way she indulged in her own desires, knowing how it drove him wild.

His lips trailed down her neck, nipping and sucking on her sensitive skin, leaving teasing marks. His hands moved to graze over her ass, squeezing it firmly before giving it a playful smack. "You've been a naughty girl, haven't you? Touching yourself while I was away," he growled, his voice laced with possessiveness and desire. He wanted to devour her in every possible way, to take her to new heights of pleasure.

Steve's hunger and desire were reaching their peak, but he had more in mind than just feeding. He wanted to satisfy all their cravings. "Tell me, baby. Are you ready to be filled... in more ways than one?" he murmured, his voice dripping with sinful promise.

Her eyes shot open when he squeezed her bottom, a smirk tugging at her lips when he smacked it. "Mmm. Have I?" she asked with a playful, teasing tone. "How would you know?" Her eyes drifted to his lips, craving more of him already. She leaned in, pressing her forehead against his own. "Yes. I'm more than ready, Steve. I know you're hungry for me," she purred, her finger running down his chest.

A low growl rumbled in his chest as her finger trailed over the fabric of his hospital scrubs, reigniting his hunger and desire. "Oh, trust me, baby, I always know," he replied, his voice dripping with authority and desire. The hunger within him consumed him, but he wanted to savor this moment, to truly relish in the pleasure they were about to experience.

With a swift motion, he lifted her off his lap and carried her toward the nearby staircase, placing her down gently on the first step, her back pressing against the wooden steps. His eyes bore into hers, the hunger and passion swirling within them like a tempestuous storm. He slowly lowered himself down, his lips grazing over her collarbone, his tongue dancing along her skin.

"Tonight, I will indulge in your every want and need," he whispered seductively against her ear, his fingers tracing teasing patterns along her thighs. His grip tightened slightly, a hint of his strength showing, as he parted her legs and settled between them. His hands trailed upward, his fingertips lightly brushing against her clit, his touch tantalizingly soft.

Steve's mouth captured hers in a deep, demanding kiss as his fingers began to explore her wet, aching cunt. His tongue skillfully danced with hers, their mouths locked in a heated battle. His fingers dipped lower, sliding easily between her slit, exploring her folds with expert precision. He teased her entrance, dipping a single digit inside before withdrawing, teasing her relentlessly.

While his hands pleasured her, his fangs grazed over her neck, his lips occasionally brushing against her skin, threatening to sink into her flesh. He wanted to taste her, to feed on her in the most intimate way possible. But for now, he wanted to push her to the brink of desire, to make her beg for release.

As his fingers worked their magic, he felt her walls clenching around them, a testament to her growing arousal. He knew she was ready, and with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he withdrew his hand and brought his fingers to his lips, licking them clean with a low growl of satisfaction. "Mmm, you taste exquisite, Y/N," he murmured, his voice laced with desire. "But now, it's time for me to satisfy my own hunger."

When he pulled away, his fangs now grazing over her pulse point once more, her breath hitched. Her nipples hardened underneath the thin fabric of her shirt as his fingers glided in and out of her, teasing her soaked center. "Steve, please. I need you." she whimpers, grabbing hold of his shoulder for support, her breathing growing heavy by the minute.

"Don't tease me..." she begged, trailing her hand down his arm, her inner walls now clenching around nothing.

Steve's eyes darkened with desire as she pleaded for him, her voice filled with need and desperation. Her body was aching to be filled, and he intended to grant her wishes soon, but not before he indulged in his own desires.

He couldn't resist her pout, the way her lips formed that irresistible shape. Chuckling lowly, he leaned in, pressing his lips against hers once again, devouring her in a hungry and possessive kiss. His hand traveled down her body, slipping under her shirt and teasingly grazing over her hardened nipples. He toyed with them, rolling them between his fingers, eliciting moans of pleasure from her.

But he couldn't ignore the pulsating hunger within him any longer. Redirecting his attention, he trailed kisses down her neck, his fangs gently nipping at her skin, leaving small marks in their wake. The scent of her arousal filled the air, intoxicating him with its sweetness. His tongue teasingly licking and sucking on her supple skin. He could practically feel her pulse, tempting him even more. 

His fangs extended, sinking into her flesh as her essence pooled into his mouth. The crimson liquid coated his lips, causing him to hum in satisfaction. Her blood always tasted so sweet when she was like this, her desire urging him on. His palm squeezed her breast harder, relishing in the sound of her breathless moans.

That familiar wave of euphoria crashed over her, pain mixing in with the pleasure as he continued to drink from her.

His fingers found their way back to her throbbing core, this time plunging deep inside her without hesitation. He relished in the slickness, the warmth of her tight walls gripping his fingers, urging him further. His thumb circled her swollen clit, applying just enough pressure to send waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

With a growl of satisfaction, he withdrew his fingers once again, leaving her wanting and empty. He needed to taste her, to feel her on his tongue. Leaning down, he pressed his lips against her inner thigh, placing wet, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive flesh. His tongue teased the tender skin, drawing closer and closer to her dripping wetness.

But he couldn't resist the temptation any longer. Resisting the urge to prolong the moment further, he finally buried his face between her legs, his tongue expertly finding her clit. He flicked, licked, and sucked on the sensitive bud, his hands gripping her thighs to hold her in place. The sounds of her moans and whimpers fueled his desire, and he devoured her with an insatiable hunger.

As he continued his assault, he could feel her walls clenching around his tongue, her body trembling with pleasure. But he wanted more. Pulling away slightly, he looked up at her with a primal hunger burning in his eyes.

"I want to hear you beg, Y/N. Beg for me to fuck you. Beg for me to fill you completely," he growled, his voice thick with desire. The power and control he held over her at this moment only fueled his own desire, the game of dominance and submission intensifying the heat between them.

She arched her back as he continued to please her between her thighs, her legs beginning to shake as his tongue flicked over her clit. When he finally pulled away, her breath was heavy, practically panting, her elbows propping her up on the stairs. "Please, Steve. I need you so badly. I need you inside me." she pleaded, her voice soft like honey.

Steve's primal instincts took over as he listened to her plea, her words echoing through his mind like a sweet melody. The hunger within him burned hotter, the need to possess her consuming his every thought. With a predatory glint in his eyes, he rose from his position on the stairs, his body towering over hers.

He wasted no time in shedding his clothes, the small space between them now filled with the sound of fabric hitting the floor. His muscular body glistened with a sheen of sweat, his hardened cock throbbing with anticipation.

Taking her by surprise, Steve swiftly lifted her from the ground, his arm wrapped firmly around her waist. In a flurry of motion, he pinned her against the wall, using the surface as leverage to spread her legs wide. The position provided easy access for him to slide in, his thick length aching to plunge inside her, to claim her as his own.

"Is this what you want, baby girl?" he breathed, his voice rough with lust.

Y/N nodded, her hands resting on his shoulders as she looked up at him. "Yes. Please, Steve?" she whispered, hoping he'd give it all without hesitation or reservation.

In an instant, Steve's lips crashed down onto hers roughly as he lined his cock up to her dripping core and plunged in. The mix of emotions that flashed across her face was confusing but exhilarating; fear mixed with excitement blended together until they felt almost natural. So many feelings were displayed as she tried to adjust to his size.

As Steve bottomed out, her hips jerked forward, the sensation of his massive girth stretching her nearly bringing her to the edge of climax. Her fingers sank further into his skin, bracing herself as his thrusts became more relentless, causing her head to fall back against the wall. "Oh...you feel so good. I need more." She whimpered, as a small squeal escapes her lips after feeling his hips snap forward again, picking up his pace.

The way she moaned and cried for him fueled his carnal needs, spurring him to drive into her at an inhumanly rapid pace. Every muscle in his body trembled with the effort, his breath coming out in ragged pants. His fangs descended further, the tips grazing her throat, the threat of piercing her tender flesh an unmistakable promise of his intention to consume her wholly.

His mouth found the other side of her neck before his fangs punctured her flesh. But this time, he wasn't careful as he drank from her. Y/N could feel the warm blood dripping down her chest as he tasted her sweet, addicting essence. As he feasted on her, his cock pounded into her at a savage pace, each punishing stroke sending sparks of pleasure coursing through their bodies.

But Steve could sense the tightening in his own body as his orgasm rapidly approached, and with a low grunt, he pulled out of her. Not without gathering the mixture of her and his juices before continuing his path. Her moans grew louder, causing Steve to cover her mouth with his hand, as he used his other hand to gather the essence on his hand before slowly slipping his coated, fingers in her mouth. Her face was heated and her eyes squeezed shut while sucking his fingers.

"How does this taste? Open your eyes," he ordered, as her chest rose up and down, clearly having a difficult time catching her breath.

"Good," Y/N whispered, her body relaxing against the cool wall behind her. She'd felt his absence as his thick, throbbing cock slid out, causing a shiver up her spine. Yet still, she somehow needed more.

A growl rumbled in Steve's chest as he removed his fingers, gazing down at the beautiful image before him. Seeing her like this, covered in a sheen of sweat, her legs trembling and barely able to stand, drove him wild.

In another flurry of motion, he lifted her off the ground once more, her arms and legs instantly wrapping around his body. With ease, he carried her across the living room before placing her gently on the plush couch. As he hovered over her, his muscular body emanating a cool chill, he whispered darkly in her ear, "It's time I fuck you senseless."

He didn't have time to savor or bask in this sight for much longer, as he plunged his still throbbing length right back into her dripping pussy, which was now sore due to his roughness from earlier. At this moment, he wanted to fill her, to feel her tight walls gripping him as he plowed into her at a desperate pace, their primal need overwhelming them. 

Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck as he pounded into her, almost at an inhuman speed. Y/N tilted her head back as she felt her walls clench around him, whimpering softly. She was so sensitive right now, her breath grew heavy as she squirmed underneath him. "Steve, it's too much. I...can't," she whined as she continued to sob, drunk on the feeling of him driving into her, deep in the way she liked best.

His whole body began to tremble with the force of his powerful thrusts, the couch shook under the pressure. The world outside melted away, their moans mingling and ringing throughout the house in a heated passion. "Yes, you can. You can take it. Show me how good you can be and cum, right here, all over my thick cock." Steve demanded, burying his head in the crook of her neck. The warmth emanating from her body provided comfort, soothing his constant hunger and thirst for her. He longed for these moments when their bodies became one, giving both of them the satisfaction they so desperately craved.

The feeling of him ramming into her was almost too much, her fingernails were digging into his flesh, trying to find anything to hold on to. It wasn't long until she could feel her body tense, her warm heat clenching around him again. "S-Steve, I'm close."

Not before much longer, she came undone all over him, the hot, sticky liquid squirting over his girth. His thrusts slowed down, helping her ride out her orgasm. Once her orgasm subsided, Steve grabbed Y/N's leg, putting it over his shoulder, allowing him more room to pump in and out of her soaked hole faster than before. She whimpered once more as the wet sensation overwhelmed whatever sense remained inside of her brain after such intense arousal.

The sight of her quivering beneath him, the small sounds of protest that slipped past her lips, only fueled his desire even more. "Steve, please. I can't take it any longer..." she pleaded, her fingers now running down his firm chest as the couch creaked beneath them. "Please...Let me - oh god." She knew her body was aching as he pounded into her, rubbing raw flesh which was now over-sensitized.

A smug smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he gazed down at her lustfully, a feral hunger evident in his eyes. The look on her face was priceless, an intoxicated grin spread across her face, lost in the moment. His eyes darkened as they raked over her body, the slight sheen of sweat glistening in the dimly lit room.

Her eyes closed, her chest heaved with every thrust, and the soft, yet shallow gasps from her made him question if she'd survive his harsh assault.

His jaw clenched, "Come now, don't pass out on me just yet," He growled in her ear, gripping her hip hard enough to leave a bruise, forcing her body against the leather couch.

Before his release was upon him, his whole body quaked, a surge of unmatched intensity struck him as an explosion of ecstasy ignited his entire being. White, hot semen poured into her with a rush of pure pleasure, his knees growing weak as he collapsed atop her spent form.

A moan caught in his throat, and for a moment everything fell silent, save for the rapid sound of Y/N's heartbeat pulsating beneath him. Her eyelashes fluttered open and for a few moments, she stared at him with adoration in her eyes before pulling him in for another sweet, kiss.

After a couple of minutes, he pulled away from her, her body quivered at the loss of contact. "Come on, baby." he murmured, rising to his feet and picking her up from the couch. "Let's get you all cleaned up and ready for bed."

At this moment, the small bathroom didn't seem far as he made his way up the stairs. All Y/N cared about right now, was him cleaning her. She rested her head against his broad chest, the beat of her heart was beginning to become steady once again.

credit by @.cafekitsune

[buckyscombatboots]

🩸 Steve Kemp x Reader Drabble 🩸

Pairing: Master!Steve Kemp x Bunny!Reader

Warnings: Steve is a warning in itself, marking/biting, cunnilingus, mentions of cannibalism , mentions of blood, Dom!Steve + Sub!reader

Nicknames: Bunny, Slut, Master

His hand gripped your thigh, a grip that could kill—and it had, he stroked the soft flesh pinching it when he got close to your already damp panties. You carded your cuffed hands through his silky locks, relishing in the sight below you. His hand slipped back down to your knees rubbing them decisively with his calloused palm. Two rubs each, slow and methodical as if he was feeling up a watermelon trying to pick the best one. Like you were food. You were food to him. You tried to push away the disturbing reality and focus on his sculpted jaw as nudged his slightly stubbly cheek against your inner thigh. He took in a deep inhale of your skin, before taking the sensitive flesh into his mouth; sucking it, running it through his teeth, playful nibbling. You had to swallow down the witty remark that sat on the top of your tongue, ‘didn't your parents ever tell you not to play with your food Stevie?’ You bit down on your lip suppressing a giggle. The pain of Steve chomping down on your thigh pulled you out of your gallow humour inner monologue “Ouch!” You yelped, tugging on his hair. He released the skin, blood trickled from his bite mark. He lapped at the trickling red, as if it was wine that had spilled on his hand whilst opening a bottle of wine.

“Focus, Bunny, I want you to watch everything I do to you. Even when I do this.” He bit down on the same thigh, this time closer to your dripping cunt. But he dug his teeth further in, at the same time his fingers pushed aside your panties. He ran his fingers through your hot, damp folds; pushing two digits into your needy cunt. He growled into your thigh, chewing on the bite mark like a rabid animal desecrating your corpse. The danger was so enticing. Pleasure and pain soon bleed into one another as his fingers attack the spongy spot inside you, curling his fingers to rub and tease it whilst he moves to your other thigh. The initial bite made you squeal, but as he tugged at flesh and added another finger the squeal of pain turned into moans of pleasure. You felt him rut his hips into your ankle, his clothed dick straining against jeans. His head lifted from your leg, he craned his neck back slightly to look at you. Your blood smeared on his saliva coated chin, his tongue jutted out of his mouth licking at as much of the blood as he could manage. He growled as he swallowed, his eyes almost rolling back into his skull “You taste so fucking good. Anytime I get a taste of you, even just a smell of you. I go feral.” He scissored his fingers inside you, thrusting them in and out of you “Cum. Cum on my fingers Bunny. Like the little pain slut you are. You like this, don’t you? Like me slowly devouring you.” Your grip on his hair tightened and your hips raised off the chair, you pushed yourself further down his fingers trying to match his pace. His thrusts stopped. “Tell me, Bunny, or I won’t let you cum.” He snarled, giving you an intense glare.

You whimpered “I love it! Love you devouring me, feel so good!” You practically screamed, you were so close. He slapped your clit with the tips of his fingers

“That’s my good little slut.” He cooed, resuming his ministrations. His head dipped down, he took your sensitive bud in his mouth. Running his teeth over the hood of your clit ever so gently as his tongue flicked at it. You choked on a moan, throwing your head back as you came on his face. He swallowed down every single drop of your juices hungrily, the salacious slurping sound piercing through your blissed out haze causing your cheeks to burn red. “Fuckkkk. I should bottle this shit up and sell it, so sweet. I can’t get enough.” He groaned, sliding his tongue inside your clenching hole trying to drink as much of you as he possibly could. When he had sucked you dry he rose to his feet, he stroked your face with his palm running his thumb across your lip “Open.” You oblige “Good little Bunny.” He praises before shoving all three of his fingers that had been inside you down your throat “clean my fingers, Bunny. We’re going to the bedroom, I’m not done with you yet.”

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[thebluemage]

It’s All For You

Pairing | Doctor!Steve Kemp x female reader

Warning | Explicit sexual content, 18+, smut, biting kink, body worship, spit kink, use of pet name (Bunny), cunnilingus, dirty talk, praise, P in V, established relationship with Doctor!Steve and girlfriend!patient reader, doctor/girlfriend!patient dynamic, some fluff afterwards, Steve Kemp (he’s a warning on his own!)

Summary | Steve desires you with a great and fiery passion, and a deep love that goes beyond himself that he’s unable to leave you untouched.

Word Count | 1613

A/N | This is my first headcanon on doctor Steve Kemp, and he’s just marvelous and filthy at the same time!! Not beta’d, but all mistakes are my own. Banner & divider made by @vase-of-lilies. If y’all enjoy it, leave some feedback, comment and reblog. I’d really appreciate it!! 💗

Masterlist

Steve is the most insatiable man you’ve ever met.

He’s literally hypersexual, and he can’t get enough of you.

It’s impossible for him to not touch you, every second of the day when he’s in your presence.

He’d satisfy your every need, and every want or craving you have.

“Do you even realize what you do to me? How you’re able to make me addicted to you? To your soul and your body?” His sultry voice permeates from behind you; his tall frame towering over you.

“I’m just me Steve, just me.” You reply softly, while you ponder.

“Huh, I don’t think you understand what I meant by it,” He quickly turns you around to face him and cradles your face gently in his hold, his face is merely inches away from yours.

His breath touches the surface of your skin, as you close your eyes to the sensation.

“Open your eyes for me,” He directs firmly. “Let me see those beautiful eyes of yours.”

You flutter your eyes open, the moment he said it.

He instantly smiles, with his lips curling to each side.

“Beautiful. Absolutely, beautiful.” He declares in awe, completely smitten by it.

“I guess I need to show you of what you do to me,” He punctuates while he takes your hand in his and guides it to his bulging cock, straining in his pants.

“You feel that? That’s what you do to me,”

“You’re not just you, bunny. You’re beyond everything, I ever need. The moment you stepped into my office; I knew I needed more of you in my life. Not just as my subject; but as my wife. Eventually.”

Your breath catches, as you swallow the lump in your throat. Speechless to what to say, you drift off to stare into his cerulean eyes, while Steve holds your hand to his aching bulge. A deep longing increases inside of you.

“I—I want you,” You utter lightly as you feel yourself get wet.

“You know, you have to be more vocal than that for me to know how you want me, sweetheart. Tell me.”

“Please, Steve!! I want to feel your tongue deeply into my core and make me delirious with pleasure, I—need your cock inside of me, hard.” You blurt out, all at once.

“My good girl.” He intones satisfyingly. He picks you up and lays you on the broad marble kitchen island, as he spreads your thighs apart.

He lays you with gentle kisses and roams your body in delight, until he reaches your mound, he pulls the black plaid skirt you wore desperately up to your body. Not daring to tear that piece of clothing off of you.

It’s his favorite clothing piece on you, besides the suggestive and expensive lingerie he often buys for you.

When he reaches your red laced panties, he hooks his fingers between the thin fabric and rips it to shreds, with the remaining pieces straying to the floor.

“My panties!” You shriek as you hold yourself up with your elbows.

Steve chuckles as he bites in your inner thighs softly. “Don’t fret, my love. I can buy all the panties and sexy lingerie you want. Now just let me worship you.”

In one instantaneous move, you feel his face to your core. You feel his tongue going through your slit, ravishing you with desire; that leaves you breathless.

He moans into your heat in utter satisfaction, sending vibrations all the way through your body.

He relishes giving you the enticing bliss you desperately crave.

“Oh fuck yeah!!” You moan out in delight.

He wraps his arms around your thighs, holding you in place as you grab a fistful of his hair; shoving his face deeper in your cunt.

He sucks your clit intensely and flicks it with his salacious tongue.

You arch your back off the kitchen island, as a mewl slips from your mouth.

“P—please, Steve. I’m getting there, aaahh fuck yes!!”

“Hmm, you’re so addictive, so delicious.” He groans, while he collects all of your slick into his mouth.

“Yes, oh fuck!! Aaaah!!” You wail out loudly, as your entire body stills while a surge of bliss raptures throughout you.

“Yeah, that’s it. Good girl.” He praises you, before he laps up your remaining arousal, cleaning you.

“Now, open up.” He asserts and you immediately know what that means. You open your mouth without hesitation.

A spurt of spit lands in your mouth, the taste of your cum and his spit combined, lingers on your mouth while you swallow it in.

When you regain your breath, he picks you up and carries you in bridal style up to the bedroom. Once there, he lays you out delicately on the king sized bed you have together.

He rapidly undresses himself of his own clothing as he averts his eyes on your body.

You undo off your shirt and plaid skirt, as you keep your eyes fixated to his.

He crawls onto the bed and hovers his body over you, looking deeply into your eyes.

You could see the passion emanating in his eyes, a containing lust that’s about to be unleashed.

He draws you in with a long kiss, as his tongue seeks entrance to yours; you accept his while you place your hands on the sides of Steve’s face.

His well skilled hands roams around your body, not leaving anything out of his reach.

Steve fondles with one of your tits, flicking your nipple every now and then while he sucks on the other.

His leaking erection doesn’t go unnoticed to you, as you feel him poking your inner thigh.

He growls into your skin, becoming more feral with each moment.

“You said you need my cock huh,” He rasps heavily, through his lips.

“Yes!! I need it, I need you hard and slow. I need to feel every inch of you. I want your cock, engraved inside of me.” You gasp, while you feel his hands squeeze your ass.

He guides his cock near your entrance, lining himself to you, as he slides his length through your damp folds; collecting your slick.

Unannounced he plunges his length into you, and waits a few seconds for you to adjust to his size.

“Fuck, you’re so tight baby. Love—the way you feel wrapped around me,” He declares while he tilts his head back, in pleasure.

He continues his rough and slow pace until he gradually fastens, as he becomes more and more frantic.

“Oh fuck, you feel so good in me!!” You moan in delight, as you clutch your hands on the satin sheets underneath you.

“Oh, yeah!! Cum with me, my bunny!!” He groans adamantly, in your ear before he roughly strokes your clit to add more stimulation.

The knot in your stomach begins to tighten, as a sudden burst of electrifying pleasure surges through your body.

“Aaaahh, Steve!!” You scream out, as your hips buck up intensely while you come undone.

“Ooh, yes!!” Steve moans, spurting his cum deep into your pussy.

His body collides to yours, momentarily exhausted by the intense bliss that he lays on top of you, for a few moments.

You regain your composure again and Steve lifts himself up with his arms, and maneuvers to your right, to lay beside you.

You hear his heavy breath reverberating through the bedroom, as you feel him move closer to you again, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“You’re wonderful, my love!” He muses softly, as he nuzzles his face to the crook of your neck.

“Oh, I also have a surprise for you!” He says enthusiastically, when he quickly gets off the bed and pulls out a big orange box from underneath it.

“What for? What’s the occasion?” You ask incredulously.

“Can’t I just spoil you without having an occasion with it?” He jokingly asks, when he gives the box to you.

“Steve, you didn’t have to!!” You proclaim, as you tentatively accept his present and take it from his hands.

“I wanted to, baby. Now, open it,” He encourages you, sitting to your side as he strokes your arm gently.

A small black logo is displayed imprinted with the words ‘HERMÈS’ in the middle of the box.

“I know, it’s something that you wanted for a long time and when I saw at the boutique, I took the opportunity and bought it for you.” He proudly explains.

“No way, are you kidding me?” You intone, amazed by his gesture, instantly knowing what he’s hinting at.

“No, I’m not a comedian, I’m a doctor.” He laughs to your comment, as he puts an arm around your shoulder.

You unwrap his gift, and there it was; a red crocodile leather with gold hardware, Birkin bag.

“This must’ve cost you a fortune!” You reply astonished.

“Only 300 thousand bucks, though.” He declares nonchalantly, while shrugging his shoulder like it’s nothing.

“Only?!” You scream in bewilderment at his answer.

Emotions overtake you, as you fly into his arms, thanking him endlessly.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you Steve!!” You express while leaving soft kisses to his face.

“No problem, my love!” Steve replies back, as he takes your face in his hands and gently strokes his thumbs over your cheeks.

“It’s all for you, everything,” He conveys, with a light smile to his face.

“It’s my way to showcase my love for and to you, you deserve everything what your heart’s desires, Bunny.” He expresses affectionately.

“Thank you, again. How can I show you how thankful I am?” You ask him, astonishment and wonder evident in your voice.

“I know a couple of ways,” He says casually, while he smirks up at you.

“Ready for round 2?”

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[bvckywife]

REQUEST FOR STORIES 😊

[jessybarnes]

Just A Taste

Title: Just A Taste

Pairing: Steve Kemp x F!Reader

Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI!

Word Count: 1,643

Tags: Smut, angst, fluff, face riding, oral sex (female receiving), clit play, tongue fucking, kissing, crying, feelings of not being good enough, being held captive, out of character Steve, squirting, explicit language, and I think that’s it.

Written For: KINKMAS 2022

Day 1: Face Riding

Beta(s): Just Grammarly

A/N: Okay, so this was supposed to be posted on the 14th but because I received anon hate I decided to wait because I just wasn't feeling good about myself. I'm still not, but here this is anyway. I'm sorry it's bad. I know Steve is way out of character. Sorry, for my bad writing.

Steve opens the door to his cellar and heads down the stairs. His fingers wrap tightly around the key card as he exhales harshly through his nose. Today was stressful. Well, every day is, but today was even more so.

His shoes click methodically on the hard floor as he walks slowly toward your cell. The other ones are all empty except for two, but those women don't matter to him. Not in the way that you do.

You're...different.

From the day he saw you standing in line at the little deli he frequents, he was captivated by your beauty. He'd never seen someone so beautiful before in his life.

So beautiful, in fact, that he can't bring himself to use you the way he's used all of the other women he's captured. Every time he opens your cell door and sees those big, doe eyes of yours looking up at him, his stomach fills with butterflies.

Even on bad days like this, you bring a light to him that illuminates his darkness.

Steve can see you sitting cross-legged on the thin bed roll, a Cosmopolitan magazine open on your lap. You're chewing on your bottom lip, something he's noted as a habit of yours, and it makes arousal coil in his lower abdomen.

He raises the key card to unlock the door and slides it open. You look up and offer him a soft, nervous smile.

"H-Hi"

Steve smiles at the fear and innocence in your eyes. God, he loves the power he holds over you.

"Hey, sweetheart. Reading anything good?"

You look down at the magazine and move your gaze back to his. It really should disgust you that your attraction to your kidnapper outweighs your motivation to escape. There's no way he feels the same. At first, you'd thought that's why he hadn't harmed you, but now you're starting to think there's something else wrong with you.

You've been here for a long time now, and he still hasn't done what he said he do the first night he'd brought you here. Maybe you're not good enough for him now and he's just keeping you here as a prisoner because he's afraid you'll rat him out and ruin his whole operation.

Wow, I'm so undesirable not even the man who took me captive wants anything to do with me... how pathetic...

"Just the horoscope page," you say quietly.

The sadness in your tone doesn't go unnoticed and Steve realizes it's a different kind of sad. Not the kind he's used to anyway. He pushes off the doorframe and walks closer to you. His knees pop as he crouches down, his fingers tilting your chin up so you meet his eyes.

"Somethings wrong, and it isn't just because I've got you imprisoned in this room."

It isn't a question, but you know he means to ask what's bothering you. The lump in your throat rises and you're certain if you try and speak the dam inside you will break.

Your lower lip trembles and Steve brushes his thumb over it to keep it still. He watches as tears gather in your eyes and feels his heart constrict with another foreign feeling.

He's been angry before, but never this kind. This kind is new to him. This is a protective type of anger that makes his blood boil.

Steve sits down and pulls you into his lap. You curl into him as soft, quiet sobs shake your body. A deep scowl etches onto his features and even though he's the only one who's had any type of contact with you for the past two months, it still doesn't change the fact that he'd kill anyone who brought you harm.

...Oh...

That's when it dawns on him.

He's fallen for you.

Hard.

Your small voice breaks through your sobs and Steve wipes your tears away with his thumb as he looks down at you.

"Th-There's some...something wrong with m-me, isn't there?"

He shakes his head, "why would there be anything wrong with you? You're the least fucked up person in this house, Y/N."

You sniffle and adjust yourself so you're looking at him properly. He really is attractive, and you're so close to him. Close enough that you could just lean in and-

"Sweetheart?"

Your eyes fall to your lap along with your hands, the chain around your wrist jingling reminding you of where you're at. Maybe you do belong here if you're having sexual thoughts about your fucking abductor.

"Because," you sigh, "I've been in here for a long time and...and you've...well, you haven't...haven't um..."

You can't bring yourself to even say it, but Steve seems to get what you're trying to tell him. He tilts your chin back up again and for the first time in a long time, he actually looks sincere.

"You think because I haven't done to you what I've done to the others that you're not good enough?"

You nod and he swallows thickly. He's normally desensitized to seeing women cry, but with you, it's like someone's torn open a wound in the middle of his chest. He can't stand it and he can't help himself as he leans down to capture your lips in a heated kiss.

You gasp and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue past your lips into your warm, wet mouth. He kisses you fiercely, his arms holding you tightly against him, and for a moment you actually believe he wants this...wants you.

Steve pulls away and you search his eyes for a moment before speaking up.

"I...don't...I don't understand... how come-"

He shushes you with another kiss and taps your thigh so you'll get up. He stands with you and pulls a set of keys from his pocket, the same sincere expression still on his face.

"We'll talk more later, baby. Right now, I've gotta taste you, and I need you somewhere more comfortable for that."

The look of horror on your face catches him off guard, but he quickly recovers and shakes his head, his hands cupping your cheeks tenderly.

"Oh, angel, I didn't mean it like that. I promise I'm not going to harm one hair on that pretty, little head of yours."

He pulls you flush against him, one of his large hands sliding underneath the elastic band of your sweatpants.

"What I meant was," two of his fingers apply delicious pressure on your clit making your breath hitch, "I wanna taste this sweet, little cunt, Y/N."

Heat pools in your belly at his words, and you let yourself feel the way the pads of his fingers roll over your sensitive bud. He removes them just as quickly and you let out a little whine in protest.

"Don't be impatient," he admonishes and unlocks the cuff on your wrist.

Steve leads you out of the cell and down the long hallway. You come to a set of stairs and he climbs them, unlocking the door at the top with his key card before taking you through the main part of his house. His bedroom is cozy and neat, but you don't get a chance to really look at it because, in the next second, he's practically tearing your clothes off.

"So sweet...so pretty and innocent, baby. I bet your pussy tastes like heaven."

Steve lays down on the bed and tilts his head back so he can look at you. His cock tents his pants and your mouth waters at the thought of him fucking your throat.

"Come here, princess. Come sit on my face and let me taste you."

You climb over him, your knees just above each of his shoulders. He groans and wraps his arms around your thighs as he looks up at your glistening pussy.

"Fucking soaked, baby."

He pulls you down and drags his tongue from your soaked hole to your hard clit, sending a shockwave of pleasure through your body.

"Oh, fuck! Steve!"

He begins to devour you, switching from slipping his tongue inside your pussy and sucking on your sensitive nub. You start to rock your hips and whine when he holds you still.

Steve's insatiable.

He can't get enough of the way you taste, the way your dripping cunt clenches around his tongue every time he pushes it inside you. He's instantly addicted and he's determined to see how many times he can make you cum just from his mouth alone.

"Oh, my god! Fuck! Please!... Steve, I...it feels so fucking good, baby."

He lifts you up and looks up into your eyes, "ride my face, princess. Make yourself cum all over my fucking tongue."

You moan loudly and roll your hips, the sensation of his mouth on your pussy making you toss your head back in pleasure.

Your hands grip his hair and you move your cunt faster across his tongue, the spark of arousal now a full-blown inferno as you climb closer and closer to pure bliss.

Steve grips your ass and flicks his tongue faster, his name falling past your lips over and over in a desperate plea.

"Steve! Oh, God Steve! Please! Steve, you're so good...fuck, m'gonna cum you're so fucking good, baby!"

Your legs begin to shake and moments later the coil inside you snaps as you gush all over him. He growls possessively and takes everything you give him until you're too sensitive.

Steve rolls you over so you're on your back, his body caging you in.

"I'm gonna need you to do that again, baby."

Your eyes go wide, "Steve, I don't think that's possible. I'm too sensitive and-"

"Nonsense," he cuts you off and kisses down your body, a smirk dancing across his lips, it's definitely possible, princess."

He kisses your clit and you suck in a sharp breath.

"And you're gonna give me as many as I want."

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[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.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[breakablebarnes]

I Say, You Do

pairing: steve kemp x female!reader

words: 2.4k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, somewhat dark (I mean it is Steve Kemp), somewhat dubcon, degradation kink, praise kink, impact play, sadism/masochism, restraints, dom/sub aspects, spitting, use of vibrator, orgasm denial, edging, fingering (fem receiving), oral (fem receiving), oral (male receiving), face fucking, nipple play

summary: AU: Lady Marmalade owns a house of fabulous repute and employs only the finest specimens for her clients. After a hard week at work, the Lady knows exactly what you need.

a/n: Thank you to Dani, @yarnforbrains​, for organizing this! I know I waited until the last minute, but I did enjoy this challenge!! Writing Steve is fun hehe. Enjoy this absolute filth. 

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The work week had laid heavily on you this time. Just an enormous feeling of pressure on your shoulders to do everything made you want to do nothing at all. Think about nothing at all.

So, that’s when your friend Wanda told you about a place that she heard about that could help you do just that.

You walked in the door, a bell chiming as you walked in. You walked up to the desk and suddenly there she was – Lady Marmalade herself.

“Hey sugar,” She said sweetly, approaching the desk. “What can I do for you?”

You had known exactly what you were going to say when walking in, but suddenly all the words left your brain. It frustrated you that you couldn’t even think. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

“Hard week?” She posed, raising an eyebrow.

You huffed out. “I just feel all this pressure with work. I just don’t want to think for a while.”

She smirked. “I may have just the thing for you, sugar.” You perked up and she began to head down the hallway. “Follow me.”

You followed behind her, seeing many different doors stretched down the hall, all of them with different designs. She stopped at the last one in that hall. The door was different than the others in that it wasn’t a complete door. It was a brown wood, but it almost looked like a jail door with bars. The Lady swiped a card and door opened. She stepped inside and you followed. There was a beautiful ocean mural on the wall comprised of oranges, blues, and pinks. There was a mattress in the middle of the room with no bed frame. On the wall there were a set of chains with restraints. You felt yourself clench at the sight. You looked over to the Lady. How did she know exactly what you needed? To be out of control for a change.

She smirked at you knowingly. “Well, have a seat,” She said ushering to the mattress. “Dr. Kemp likes his victims, I mean patinets, to be in position when he arrives.”

You raised your eyebrows, but took a seat on the bouncy mattress, your back to the wall. The Lady pulled your hands above your head and secured them in the restraints. She looked down to you and whispered, “Have fun,” with a wink. She left; the door closing shut behind her.

You felt a little exposed. You still had your clothes on, but you knew anyone could see in the door that came by, but then again, maybe that was why it was at the end of the hall. You also felt exposed in the sense that you were, you know, restrained. You looked up to the wall where your hands were bound together, a chain linked from the cuffs to the wall. You pulled at the chains to test their strength and your hands barely moved.

You looked away and finally looked up at the ceiling again before searching around the room again, finding nothing interesting to look at. There was nothing else in the room besides the mattress and a small cabinet. You began to wriggle around in anticipation.

“Well,” a voice spoke up from behind the doors, startling you. You looked over to see a man in the shadows. He tilts his head. “What do I have here?”

He slides the card, the door opens, he steps into the light and you can finally see him. He has dark, fluffy hair and a jawline for days. He smirks at you and you feel the butterflies in your stomach. His eyes are such a piercing blue that you can see them from across the room.

You open your mouth to speak, but he holds up a finger, and you close your mouth again.

He smirks and comes closer, squatting down next to the mattress and tilting his head to look at you. He’s even prettier up close.

“As pretty as you look with your mouth open, keep it closed. For now.” He said, patting your cheek. “That was a rhetorical question.”

You blinked and his smirk grew. “Well, you listen well. Let’s see if that continues.” His face suddenly shifted. It went from his charming and pleasant smirk, to a very serious almost eerie look in his eyes. He grabbed your face roughly, turning your head to look at him dead on and squeezing your cheeks between his fingers. “Alright, this is how this is gonna work, princess. I say, you do. Understand?” 

You nod. “Good. So, you are going to keep that pretty mouth shut unless I say otherwise. I don’t want to hear a peep from you. If I do, there will be consequences. Understand, princess?”

You nod again, gulping as you do.

“Now,” He said, his charming smirk returning. “Are you going to be good? Speak.”

“Yes,” You squeak out, your voice hoarse suddenly. “I’ll be good.”

“Good girl,” He smirked, and pushed your face away.

He stood and began to circle the mattress, looking down at you much like a lion would his prey. You began to wriggle again, pushing your thighs together at his piercing stare.

He chuckled. “Look at you,” He said. “What a whore. You’re already wet and I haven’t done a damn thing.”

How did he know?

He squatted down again, looking you in the eyes. “Open your mouth.” You did as he said without a thought. As soon as you did, he spit directly in your mouth. It shocked you a little, but you could also immediately feel yourself soak your panties. “Close your mouth and swallow.”

You closed your mouth and did as he said, making him chuckle. He grabbed your face, squeezing it between his thumb and forefinger again. “Such a good, obedient, little slut. I can’t wait to see how much I can push you.”

He pushed your face away again and stood up. He took off his brown button up shirt, leaving him in a plain white t-shirt and jeans. He opened a draw in the cabinet and pulled something out that you couldn’t see, setting it down still out of sight. He came over to you, holding scissors. In one fell swoop, he cut open the front of your shirt, making your mouth open in shock. Before you could even realize, he cut open your shorts as well, leaving you in nothing but your underwear as you had chosen not to wear a bra today. He discarded of the ruined material, placing the scissors on the cabinet with the other items that he had gotten out that you still hadn’t seen. He came back over to the end of the mattress right at your feet, holding his hands behind his back.

He admired you for a moment and once again you pressed your thighs together, just hoping for a little bit of friction. You began to ache with want and your core felt cold due to your panties being completely soaked through and the cool air hitting them. He kicked your legs apart with his shoe. “Feet stay there. Bend your legs.”

You did as he said. He crouched down and became face first with your mound. He leaned in and took a deep breath. He stayed there a minute and you finally realized he was smelling you. You had the urge to close your legs, but you didn’t, fearing the consequences. He finally reached up and yanked your panties down your legs before discarding them to the side with the other remnants of your clothes. He came back and immediately dived his tongue into your pussy. You screamed out in surprise, pulling on the chains above you. He pulled away and slapped your thigh definitely hard enough to leave a mark, making you scream out again.

He crawled up your body, coming face to face with you. “What did I say? Speak.”

You head felt like you were floating as you tried to form words. When you didn’t, he smacked you right across the face, leaving your mouth hanging open at the sting.

“I said, speak.” He growled.

“You said keep my mouth shut unless you said otherwise.” You choked out, tears stinging your eyes.

“Right. Now, why didn’t you listen?”

“I…” You started but earned another hit to the face.

“Do you not know what a rhetorical question is, you dumb slut? Did I say speak?” He yelled in your face.

You silently shook your head no as tears fell down your cheeks. “Look at you. Pathetic. Can’t take a punishment, huh, princess?” He said, in a mock-sweet voice. “Too fucking bad.”

He pushed off of you and got up grabbing something from the cabinet. He pressed a button, and you heard a soft hum fill the air. It was a vibrator.

He came over to you and laid by your side, hovering over you. Without much thought, he placed the wand directly to your clit. You breathed in quickly but didn’t scream out this time. He chuckled, “See, we can learn from our mistakes.”

He pressed the plus button, making the vibrations go to a higher setting. You tensed, holding on the chains above the cuffs around your hands. You could feel yourself holding your breath. He pressed the plus again and you were right there. You knew you were going to cum.

And he took it away.

ou couldn’t help the groan that you let out in frustration. He raised an eyebrow at you before reaching over and pinching your nipple. “Maybe we can’t learn from our mistakes. Did you think I was gonna let you cum, princess? After being such a bad girl?”

He pinched your other nipple and you let out a curse which only made him pinch harder. You gritted your teeth to not let out another sound. He removed his hand from your nipple and found your wet folds, and your eyes went wide as he plunged a finger into your hole.

“Not a fucking sound.” He warned. You nodded.

He began pumping in and out of you at a relentless pace. He added a second finger and brushed against that sweet spot inside you, making you bit down on your lip enough to draw blood.

“Is the doctor making you feel good, princess? Speak.”

“Yes, doctor.” You moaned out in relief that you could let a noise out, even if it was just one.

You could feel his bulge against your hip twitch as you called him doctor. He continued pumping in and out of you, hitting that spot every time now that he had found it. He added a third finger and began to really stretch you out and it felt delicious. You bit down on your lip again, tasting the metallic taste of your blood.

He brought the vibrator back out, attaching it to your clit and you almost let out another scream, but held back. “Good girl, princess.” He hummed in your ear and that sentence alone almost made you cum.

You were so close. Right on the edge.

And you let out a moan.

He froze. You could almost feel the anger radiating off this man. He pulled out of you and turned off the vibrator, throwing it to the side. He climbed on top of you and spit in your face, grabbing your cheeks again. “Just when I thought we were getting somewhere, princess. You go and do that. What do I have to do to keep you quiet, huh? Stuff my cock down your throat?”

You gulped and you couldn’t help the way your mouth salivated at the thought of him inside you in any form.

He smirked. “That’s exactly what I’m gonna fucking do.”

He smacked your face lightly before getting up and removing his clothes. Your eyes widened at his length. You didn’t know if you could take it all.

Like he read your mind, he said. “Oh, you’ll take it all, sweetheart. And you’ll fucking thank me for it.”

He hovered over you, his cock inches from your mouth. “Open wide, princess. I’m gonna fuck your face. And you? Don’t you dare fucking cum.” He stopped and you looked up to his face, hovering way above you as your mouth hung open.

You furrowed your eyebrows as he turned away from you, getting off you completely. He grabbed the vibrator and something else you couldn’t see. Then you hear the unmistakable sound of duct tape. He placed the idle vibrator right against your clit and then taped the handle around your leg. He turned it on, all the way up. You gritted your teeth as to not make a sound. He positioned himself over you again and you opened your mouth and he slid right in, hitting the back of your throat. You gagged around him, but he didn’t stop.

He held himself above you and began to pump in and out of your throat, groaning as he did so. Meanwhile, you were trying your damnedest not to cum.

You tried to focus on his assault of your mouth, but that made you wetter.

He was fucking your face at a relentless pace now and you were hoping he would cum any second now so this could be over. You could feel the sweat trickling down your face and back and you dared not to cum. You didn’t want to see the repercussions. 

His pace quickened and he began to stutter his hips. “Fuck. I’m gonna cum, princess.” He stopped suddenly and pulled out completely. “Beg me to let you come with me. Speak.”

“Oh my god, doctor, please let me come. I’ve never needed something so much in my life, please.” You begged, your voice hoarse and shaking as the vibrator kept up its brutal assault on your clit.

“Ehh,” He shrugged, lining up his cock with your mouth again as you opened on instinct waiting for him. He smirked down at your obedient form. “Maybe.” 

He slammed back down your throat, earning a gag from you.

He very quickly was on the precipice of coming again, you could tell by the way his brow was furrowed and his eyes were tightly shut.

“I’m coming, sweetheart. Come with me.”

 You could have passed out. He was letting you come.

As he spilled white hot ropes of cum into the back of your throat, you felt yourself finally let go. You really thought you were going to pass out. Your vision was spotty and your ears began to ring as you come as hard as you ever had.

He pulled out of your mouth and fell down on the mattress beside you, trying to catch his breath just as you were.

“Well, princess,” He started, sweeter than he had been the whole time, “Did I make you forget?”

“Yes, doctor.”

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[bucky-barnes-diaries]

P🖤rn Links for Steve Kemp 🔪

Warnings || NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, explicit sexual content, p0rn videos

Disclaimer || These are all from Twitter. I will add to this list once I find more videos.

Note || These remind me of Steve so I wanted to share (these are just my opinion) I will probably add more once I find some good videos :)

— Steve playing with your pussy

— Steve being rough with you

— Steve fucking you while you’re tied up

— Steve giving you a creampie

— Steve loves to play with his little pet

— Steve torturing you in the best way possible

— Steve putting you in handcuffs as he fucks you from behind

— Steve loves to fuck his little basement wife after a long day. One || Two || Three

[bunnyscraft]

ೃ࿐ Bambi Eyes ೃ༄

Dark! Lee Bodecker x Reader | Part three | 18+

Warnings: Dub-con, non-con, dark Lee, future dark reader, daddy kink, spit kink, descriptions of blood, character death, cursing, mentions of sex, Kidnapping, Lee takes reader panties smh

A/N: this is a dark fic! Do NOT READ IF ANY OF THE WARNINGS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE | part one part two

Bambi’s pov:

“Such a good girl.”

Good.

Girl.

The praise he had given just before he left, had invaded every part of your mind leaving you in a cloudy state.

It disgusted you….the effect those two words had on your emotions and body. You wanted to scream, cry for help, hit your fist against the barred door.

You also wanted to cry for him to come back, to protect you from the situation he had put you in but you knew he’d left to continue his life as sheriff for the day.

He was supposed to be the protector of the townsfolk, so why was he hurting you?

You assumed a few hours had passed. After observing the flawlessly girly room you’d been put in, you realized there was no clock or window. He obviously wanted you to be hidden from the outside world, or maybe he wanted to hide the outside world from you?

“My dumb baby”

You whimpered at the memory. Your fear and confusion had only fueled your need for escape. As you went to stand up, regret immediately overtook you as your legs wobbled and eyes blurred, falling to the cold hard ground taking the tray of food he’d left down with you. Tears began to build in the corners of your eyes at the realization your hands were bound by harsh rope in front of you and that you were now covered in food. You were so stuck in your head you’d barely registered your surroundings.

Maybe I really am dumb.

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Lee’s POV:

He was stressed. He was pissed. He was tired. He missed you.

Lee ran his rough hands down his face as he let out a deep sigh filled with exhaustion. He hated that he had to leave you alone after last night. Lee would much rather be at home taking care of you,

He’d much rather be at home training you to be his good girl again, after that stunt you pulled with the Russel boy.

No Lee. This is your fault.

He should’ve got to you sooner. It was his fault for being a damn coward. You just didn’t understand what that Arvin kid was after. No, his girl was too innocent for her own good, he convinced himself.

Even when Lee saw you kiss that fucker, even then he knew it wasn’t your fault. You didn’t know he was watching. You just wanted attention. You were just acting out. You would have never done that if Lee had just taken what was rightfully his.

His thoughts were spiraling, as they often did when he thought of you. You’d never told him why you were cryin’ the night he’d taken you and you didn’t have to. Lee had seen the whole thing behind the dark tinted windows of his car. He also knew that’s why Arvin ran like hell when he’d seen Lee watching.

Lee chuckled at the memory, happy with the fear he instilled in the boy. He knew he’d have to instill some in you too, even if it crushed his heart.

The sound of a fist knocking on his office door suddenly ripped Lee out of his y/n filled daydream. He grumble out an agitated “come in” just as one of his lower level officers busted through the door.

“Sheriff…got somethin’ your gonna wanna see immediately”

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Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock

Tick….

BOOM

The slam of a door forced you into high alert. Your brain no longer creating ticks of a clock to fill the silence, your heart was now beating as loud as the boom that had just occurred. You nervously backed your disheveled body into the corner of the room, as it had become your only source of comfort during your stay here.

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Lee was ecstatic.

He knew he shouldn’t have been. His sister and brother in law were just found dead by some river just outta town. But fuck was Lee happy he didn’t have another obstacle standing in the way of him having you. Sandy had always been too damn protective of you. She didn’t know what you needed, she made unsafe decisions all the time. It’s why she ended up dead.

Lee knew exactly what you needed.

He couldn’t be bothered with the fact he’d just slammed his front door with a thunder-like force, he had to get to his girl. Lee removed his hat with a smile as he made his way to unlock your door. God, he missed you and he finally had you.

“Baby! God I’m so glad to see—“ Lee had started until his eyes landed on your messy form in the corner of your room. Food spilled to the ground, uneaten. Tears in your eyes.

His happiness drained and he was immediately overwhelmed with concern.

“Fuckin’ shit baby.” He cursed as he made his way over to you, only for you to shake and sob even more. He knew you hadn’t eaten your food and god knows how long you’d been here crying.

His soft coo’s only seemed to egg your cries on further and it frustrated him.

“Little one please…it’s okay…calm…calm…SHUT UP!” He bellowed as he harshly grabbed your face.

You immediately stiffened. A sob stuck in your throat and eyes not leaving his frantic ones. Your hands fisted at the end of your dress the best they could, bracing for the impact of him hurting you.

But it never came.

Lee’s face softened. “Thank you baby doll. See isn’t it easier to do as I say?” He questioned. He knew there was a part of you that desired this. To listen. To be protected and cherished.

The rough pads of his thumbs smoothed away the tracks of salty tears—drinking you in as small hiccups racked your body.

“Little one—when I ask you something, you answer. You always answer.”

“…i-I’m sorry l-lee…yes its e-easier to listen…m’sorry” you stuttered out in an attempt to please him. Thankfully it worked as his blue eyes lit up.

“My poor baby.” He cooed—dark eves traveling along your body. “You’re all sticky. How do you feel about a bath?”

Hell did the thought of getting clean sound amazing right now and you desperately wanted out of this sickly innocent room. You anxiously nodded your head in confirmation, forgetting Lee liked it better when you were verbal.

Panic struck through you at the realization but it seemed as though he didn’t care. Lee’s hands slowly wrapped themselves around your body. One under your thighs and the other around your waist. His ability to pick you up so easy sent an odd feeling through you. Yes you were scared but you liked being close to him like this. You could take in his scent. Smoke. Leather. And warm. He smelt warm and felt warm. You had found yourself leaning into his chest as he carried you to what you assumed was the bathroom. It was uncomfortable, with your wrist rubbing against the rope, but you were so cold you couldn’t care.

It was when you finally reached your destination that you looked up. Lee’s smile had yet to leave his face, thankfully it wasn’t that of a sinister one.

Lee had carried you over to the bathroom counter, tapping your thigh as a signal for you to adjust.

Looking around you noticed there were two sinks and lots of feminine bath products. First the overly decorated room and now a fully stocked bathroom. How had he been able to afford all this on a sheriff’s salary?

You’d shifted as the thought started to make you grow uncomfortable. You truly knew nothing about this man.

Casting your gaze down to your wrist, you winced at the harsh burns starting to form.

“U-um…lee? Could you?” You gestured to the rope binding your wrist.

He looked up from the bubble bath he’d started for you. Smile gone and face now completely blank. It scared you how fast his emotions could change.

“Yeah? Want me to untie them for you?” He taunted as he stalked his way towards you. “And what are you gonna do if I do that, baby?”

He didn’t trust you of course. He expected you to run.

“please I promise I’ll be good Lee. I just—they hurt” you begged trying to appeal to him.

Fuck, you knew just how to get him.

Lee reached into his back pocket pulling out a knife too sharp to be in the hands of a man like him. Reaching for your wrist, eyes never leaving yours as he cut the rope. For some reason, your eyes never left his. It was as if you were trying to show him you weren’t about to run, to show him he could trust you.

Why wasn’t I about to run?

Once your wrist were free, he brought them up to his lips, gently pressing a kiss to the irritated skin.

“I’m sorry. Don’t—please don’t make me do that again.” He’d ordered, jaw clenched, before his hands made their way around your waist, easily lifting you from the counter onto the floor.

Your head was still killing you, and it seemed like the floor was shaking under your feet just as it had before.

Though before you could crash again, those same rough hands found your waist and you almost happily welcomed them.

“Wow you really are like Bambi, aren’t ya?” He teased, eyes lit up. “Can’t even walk without tripping over your own two feet.”

Fuck you. You almost said, but you doubted that would have helped much. The whole reason you couldn’t walk was because of him!

“Now—im gonna let ya get undressed. Bathe by yourself.” He’d began, hands rubbing moving up and down your shivering arms. “Be good? ‘Kay honey?”

No. No I won’t be good. You wanted to fight back. Make him angry and frustrated like you were. Press his buttons.

But even you knew that wouldn’t work just yet.

“Yes sir.”

Lee almost groaned at your obedience. He knew you’d fall right into your role.

After handing you a fluffy white towel he turned to make his leave.

Holding the fabric to your chest—you watched anxiously as his leather cladded back retreated to the rest of the house, before closing the door. Of course—not without the click of a lock.

Looking around you suddenly became overwhelmed—confused. Like you didn’t know what to do. Not even the lovely smell of roses and vanilla could comfort you.

You wanted him back.

“Lee—“ you shakily called making your way to the door.

Not even two seconds later it opened.

“What’s wrong, baby—is everything oka—“ he rambled before you cut him off with a sigh.

“I don’t…wanna be alone. Please stay with me, Lee.”

Lee was a weak man. Well a weak man for you. Immediately he nodded his head, willing to do whatever it is you needed.

It shocked you, how eager he was. Maybe it shouldn’t have, he had kidnapped you after all.

You watched as he turned to give you privacy so you could undress, thankful for that. Slowly you started to strip the once beautiful now ruined dress, before folding it neatly and setting it on the counter. Next you did the same with your bra and panties.

You then checked back to make sure he was still turned before feeling the temperature of the water. Boiling hot and filled with bubbles. Just how you would have made it.

Dipping your toes in you couldn’t help but let out a groan, Lee swore his pants tightened a little at the sound.

Once you had fully submerged yourself in the bubbles, you let out a little cough signaling Lee could turn around.

The sight could have brought him to his knees.

Your hair was disheveled in a way only you could pull off, cheeks peachy red from the heat, and body barley covered.

Lee knew you had to be some kinda angel in that moment, and fuck if it didn’t make him wanna worship you.

He made his way closer to you, eyes trying not to look at the blue lace he’d seen under your dress earlier, now folded on his bathroom counter. Once he’d gotten close enough to the bath he crouched down, leveling himself next to you.

His presence, though it still made you uneasy, brought a sense of belonging. You watched him as he crouched next to you, eyes locked.

“why— why me?” You let out without thinking.

Hadn’t he told you before? Hadn’t he told you how perfect you were for him? How he couldn’t let the only perfect thing in this world be taken from him?

Sighing, Lee knew he had to give you a better answer.

“Why? cause’ baby, you were made for more. More than this town can offer. You weren’t made to be some fuckin’ kids first fuck. You weren’t made to wipe tables for people who don’t give two shits. You weren’t made to be abandoned— you were made to be mine.” Lee preached. He could tell it scared you, how passionate he was.

“I know you feel it too. I’ve seen it. Only my girl woulda’ stayed hours late for me just to serve me pie. Only my girl woulda’ somehow always been able to run into me everywhere she went. The universe wants us together, don’t deny it baby doll.” He said before grabbing your smaller hands in his.

You had yet to respond. Yes, you had a crush on the older man. You had since you moved here, but did you want this?

Your lack of response once again frustrated Lee, as he moved his strong hand around to your neck, not choking you…just holding it there as if a warning.

“Tell me you don’t want me.” He demanded, forcing you to whimper. “Tell me how bad I am. Tell me how you didn’t want this to happen. Didn’t want a bad man like me to take you and make you mine.”

He slowly brought his face closer to yours inhaling your scent as he said the dark words. You shifted your legs closed obviously effected by him. It took everything in you not to whimper as his nose rubbed against your temple. You knew he’d seen it, it’s what brought a dark smile to accompany his dark lust clouded eyes.

You did want him but…you couldn’t give into him.

“…I don—“ you’d never got to finish as he pulled your lips to meet his, the kiss forceful and passionate. He tasted like whiskey, a drink you’d never personally have but liked on him. The kiss was full of built up frustration, teeth and tongue. Water from the tub had spilled onto Lee’s jacket and pants but he couldn’t give a fuck.

Lee continued to dominate the kiss, mumbling out ‘mine’ in between breath’s. Something sparked in you. You didn’t want him to win so easily.

Suddenly you harshly bit down onto his bottom lip, letting out a strangled moan from him. “You fucking little brat,” he hissed watching the blood drip from his mouth.

It made Lee laugh. His good girl had some fight in her. Your innocent eyes still held that spark in them and fuck did he love it.

Lee’s hand quickly shot out grabbing your jaw harshly, forcing your body to lean slightly over the edge of the tub.

“Hhmh I see baby. Daddy leaves you alone for a little bit and you feel all big and bad, like you can handle it huh?” He said with a laugh.

“Open.” He demanded as he watched your eyes shimmer with tears.

You wanted to struggle. Shaking your head you let out a shaky groan.

Lee lifted an eyebrow at your defiance, amused by your fight.

Suddenly you felt his rough finger invading your mouth, forcing it open. Lee then leaned over your frame letting a mix of spit and blood fall between your pouty lips. You whimpered at the taste, fearful and turned on.

“Swallow now” he demanded, holding your jaw with what could only be described as a loving force.

You listened, swallowing what he gave you, ashamed at the ache between your thighs.

“Finally, you’re my good girl again.” He chuckled as he tapped his wet hands against your cheek.

“You’ve got ten minutes, Bambi. I expect you to be done when I get back.” Lee said as he stood up to make his way out, leaving you dazed and confused.

You were embarrassed by how wet you were, scared by how aggressive he was, and frustrated that he left.

You slowly shrunk into the bubbles as if to hide from your own thoughts, never noticing the pair of panties Lee had taken with him.

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Lee closed the door behind him, letting out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding in. His hands fisted the lace blue panties he’d stolen from your little pile of clothes, and he knew he was fucked up for it. They were just so…you. Lee hummed to himself as he played with the little wet spot from where the fabric had rubbed against your little cunt.

He’d learned today that his good girl was also a brat, one that needed to be broken in. He didn’t mind, he’d always known you had a stubborn streak.

But fuck was lee happy to be the one to bring both sides out of you.

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Bunny’s Note: oh my god. How y’all doing????? I know I know Lee is a big perv in this one but I’m obsessed with it. I also wanna thank you all for the love you’ve shown this series, even with how dark it is. Thank you all so much! I watched this movie agaiN because I want him so bad.

Love, Bunny 🎀

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