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medicinal-doll · 2 years

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Mine.

Title: Mine

Dark!Daddy!Steve Kemp x Little!wife!reader

Words: 2K

Summary: You finally get to leave the house but A friend makes you doubt your relationship with your husband Steve but he has no problem reminding you of your place.

Warnings: Knife Play, dub-con/non-con,threats, ddlg dynamic,fingering,choking,spanking,dom/sub dynamic,p in v sex, intimidation,teasing, possessiveness, manipulation,hitting,dacryphilia

A/N: this was supposed to be a jock Ari Levinson fic but it didn't save properly sorry for the delay

*Please don't repost without permission If you use my writing as inspiration please ask first and credit me

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You hook the clasp of your diamond necklace together as you stare at your reflection in the porcelain white vanity....until you feel hands on your waist.

"Steve please-"

"Where are you going" he says as he starts leaving gentle kisses along your neck.

And his grip on your waist turns into a needy insatiable one.

Steve hates when you leave. He almost never lets you out of the house without his supervision. He rarely says the words no but when the shoes you were going to wear start to vanish into thin air, and your car keys are nowhere to be seen just around the time you're going to leave. You can't help but suspect him as the culprit.

He gives you everything. money, food, A beautiful home, all the little doll clothes your heart desires and all the love in the world. So what reason would you ever have to leave his side.

Well that's what you imagine his reasoning is for practically holding you hostage 24/7.

"Baby I'm just going out with a few friends"

He stills his motions processing your words but his grip slowly starts to tighten around your waist, and you immediately turn attempting to soothe him.

"Stevie I promise I'll only be gone for an hour or two"

You put on your prettiest pout and cup his cheeks in your hands. peppering his face in lipstick kisses doing your best to butter him up in hopes he'll give in and let you go.

"Who's going" he questions giving you a rather dull look, but you know he's looking for you to say one wrong word as an excuse for you to stay.

"No one special just Greg, kate, and... mallory"

And you watch as his face morphs into one of utter disgust.

"steve ..."

"No..." "No! absolutely fucking not" he pulls away from your embrace and you follow after him.

Steve dispises Mallory. He's convinced she fills your head with 'bad things' those bad things are mostly her telling you to leave steve because she gets an off vibe from him, Whatever that means, but clearly it upsets steve.

You wrap your arms around his back and snuggle into his muscular shoulders "Please steve I haven't left in ages".

You feel his shoulders untense and decide to press him further.

"I've been a good girl lately haven't I daddy?"

He looks over his shoulder at you.

"Don't you think your good girl deserves a treat"

You give him your sweetest puppy eyes and he caves.

He faces you head on arms crossed and a stern expression. your gaze falls to his feet as you twiddle your fingers in anticipation.

"I want you back no later than 2"

You nod at him eagerly.

"And I want you to call me when you get there and when your leaving“

"And no talking to Mallory"

You try to hide the frown creeping on your face but Steve knows you too well.

“I mean it" he stalks toward you cupping your chin making you look into his deep blue eyes "I don't don't want you talking to her okay sweetie, not a word"

And he seals that sentence with a kiss to your forehead and you don't have the will to say no to him.

"Okay daddy I won't"

He smiles at your compliance and wraps you in A warm embrace that's a little too tight.

.....

Golden rays beam through the window as the scent of fresh coffee beans warm your senses. Slowly stirring your straw through the foamy cappuccino that's piping hot, you exhale softly taking in the comforting atmosphere.

"So, How are you and Steve doing"

You're drawn out of your sunny daydream by A familiar nasally voice.

You ignore her question and act like you're more invested in Kate and Greg's conversation, but you can still feel her eyes on you.

" Well I mean, I'm just saying...You know after that last fiasco at Kate's dinner party"

" I'm surprised he even let you out of the house "

She jokes but you hardly find it funny, Steve got so angry that your ass was red for a week.

you roll your eyes at her.

"Well, here I am" you answer giving her the fakest smile you can muster up.

“Don't you ever find it weird how you can't leave without his permission?"

You quirk an eyebrow up at her "Well I-"

"I mean the guy has a tracker on your phone like really??"

"you'd think he wouldn't be so paranoid, you guys live in such A secluded area"

"its real strange girl, like if my man was ever that controlling of me“

"I just don't think I could live with myse-"

You abruptly stand from your cushioned seat and leave through the doors of the cafe exit, trying your best to ignore the intrusive thoughts invading your psyche.

.....

" So how was your little get together honey"

Steve says with A surprisingly genuine smile.

"did you have a good time with Kate and Greg?"

His voice sounds slightly concerned with your lack of response.

You nod your head but you don't look at him.

" you called me an hour early doll, you sure everythings okay?'

You nod again and lay your head against the seat following the forest scenery with your eyes.And thankfully Steve doesn't pester you with anymore questions.

...........

The black mustang pulls into the driveway of your picturesque house surrounded by nature, its modernized and stocked full with the finest architecture and the latest technology.

Steve unlocks the door and you both enter.

He then goes to hook his jacket on the coat rack but when he turns back around you're nowhere to be seen.

Steve wanders the spacious house until he eventually finds you standing in your room. Eyes fixed on the scenery through window twirling your necklace.

You feel something looming towards you, but you're too in your head to care. You feel Steve's warm touch as he turns your body to face him.

You can't cover the look of worry on your face but still you attempt to avoid his eyes.

"what happened pumpkin hm?" He brushes your hair away from your head as he searches your face for an answer.

"Baby, Look at me..."

He tries to get you to talk to him but you refuse, and he notices his usual sweet talking isn't having the same affect it usually does"

"Have you been talking to Mallory" he says in a accusingly cold tone.

it's only when you shiver and bite your lip he has his answer.

"Who do you belong to..."

Steve asks his signature question because it helps him gauge how much correction and fixing his doll needs.

He stares at you in silence but the tension instantly gets to you.

" I..."

Before you can even start Steve hoists you up by your waist carrying you to his room.

"Steve No!! Listen I'm sorry!"

You try to wiggle out of his grip. He doesn't budge one bit, and continues carrying you like you weigh nothing.

...........

Your body is thrown at the bed like A ragdoll and before you even realize what's happening.Steve is manhandling you onto his lap and pulling up your skirt.

Usually you would just give into his force, but at the back of your mind you feel mallory's words. So you struggle against him with what little strength you have.

Steve's gaze bores down on you like a thousand fires but he doesn't say a word.

Smack!

A familiar burn ignites the skin of your plush bottom, and you try to hold in the painful whimper as your eyes start to water.

Steve relentlessly bruises your soft flesh.

You grip the fabric of his pants till your knuckles turn white, sobbing and crying as you try to use the last of your energy to escape his hold on you.

Deep down you both know how pointless it is for you to resist him.

After some time Steve's assault on your ass ceases and his palm rests gently on the tender flesh.

You sniffle and wipe your nose trying to regain your thoughts.

Steve places A subtle kiss on your spine and rubs your sore butt in slow soothing circles. Until he feels your muscles relax and your sobs dissipate.

"You know I love you honey"

"More than anything else in the world"

Your heart pangs in guilt and you feel yourself soften at his words.

"So much so... That you can't go out anymore sweetie"

"Not without me at least"

He places A kiss somewhere on your body, but you don't really care where because what the hell did he just say to you.

You feel the heat rise in your body and you can't control your mouth any longer.You immediately get off his lap distancing yourself from him while still on the bed.

"Steve no... You can't do that to me"

He lifts himself off of the bed and crosses his arms giving you a sympathetic look.

"Baby love .." he mutters as he slowly reaches a hand out towards you.

"Don't touch me" you hiss at him dodging his touch.

And you see his eyes go from dark ocean blue, to a violent abyss.

Steve doesn't always verbally warn you about testing him, but his eyes and body language tell you everything you need to know.

He reaches for you again.

"I said don't fucking touch me!"

You yell slapping his hands off of you.

Unfortunately you don't stop there, you go off on him.

"I'm tired of being trapped in this stupid fucking house with you all day!"

"I deserve to leave whenever the hell I please"

"I'm a human fucking being Steve, not A dumb animal you can just lock in a cage"

You feel your voice warble, and bring your knuckles to your eyes trying to mask the tears.

"It's not fair Steve..."

"You say you love me... yet you never let me do anything it's cruel"

You look down at your lap in shame.

.. Then you hear laughter

You look up at Steve and he's bent over, arms clutching his stomach trapped in A fit of joyous hysteria.

Your eyes widen in disbelief and your face reddens in embarrassment. You just bared your soul to him and he thinks it's fucking funny what!

He eventually collects himself and wipes the comedic tears from his eyes.

"Oh... I'm sorry princess"

"I just find it so fucking adorable when you think you have any say in what I decide for you"

He sighs and starts walking towards you.

Instantly you scoot back further on the bed and gulp nervously.

Steve has that terrifyingly unhinged look on his face. The same one he has when he finally leaves the basement after hours of doing god knows what.

You're a second too late when Steve grabs you harshly by your soft hair pinning you to the bed.

He then proceeds to climb on you, trapping you with his weight.

You want to fight him you really do.

The thing is you've learned that it's better not to when he's like this. You pushed his limits only once and let's just say... Kitchen knife wounds are a bitch to heal and you were half convinced he was going to eat you.

Steve glares at you with demonic eyes as his gaze travels to your lips.

You see him lean in and you panic.

Smack!

You...you hit him

....Oh no.

"S-steve, M'sorry I didn't mean to-"

He gets off of you and vanishes from the room.

You want to move.

run, hide, or something but you're too confused to do anything.

You're lost in your thoughts until you see Steve standing back at the doorway with an ominous look on his face, but you're relieved that he doesn't look as pissed off.

You start to feel a strange sense of relief at his mysteriousness. then you look at his left hand and that's when you see it.

Your heart sinks to the floor.

It must be at least 10 or 11 inches.

Stainless steel with a rubber grip.

Must be freshly sharpened, it's Steve's favorite. He cuts only the best meats with it and he makes sure it's well maintained.

Steve brings the knife up to his face getting a closer look, and he traces the edges of it. Admiring its intricacy eyes trained on every ridge.

"What did she say to you"

"I won't ask again"

You're practically pissing yourself at this point.

So you think it's best not to say or do anything to anger him further.

"S-she said... it's odd I don't go outside"

Your voice trembled horriblly when you spoke.

"Odd huh..." He says to himself, looking as lost in his head as you are.

And then he starts getting uncomfortably close.

You whimper but try to act like you're not scared shitless as he climbs back on top of you.

You try not to react, and you're doing pretty good at keeping your composure. then steve holds the knife directly to your neck.

And you start bawling your eyes out.

You're busy battling tears and trying not to move an inch as you feel the cold blade pressed firmly against your flesh. Deathly afraid the tiniest movement will slit your throat right open.

But you're snapped out of your stupor by a thick cold finger invading your entrance.

Steve pulls his finger from you and inspects his hand, knife still flush against your neck.

He holds his finger in front of your face.

it's coated in a clear sticky substance with a liquid bead at the top of his finger threatening to drip off.

"You see this honey" he waves his finger in front of your face.

"This is why you're mine" he says licking your slick from his finger.

"You can forget who your owner is all you want but your body won't"

He laughs at the dumb look on your face.

"There's knife against your neck baby"

"one little wrong move and I could kill you and yet you're dripping for me"

Your face is burning up in a weird mixture of fear and shame.there's no way you're turned on by something like this...right?

Steve angles the knife to where a bit of your neck is shown, and he attacks the exposed flesh with aggressive bites.

You try your hardest to hold in the inexcusable moans wanting to spill from your lips. But when you feel Steve's hot tongue drag against the dip of your collar bone, a shameless loud whimper escapes.

You mentally try to zip your mouth shut but then two thick fingers penetrate your soft walls, digging for that certain spot that makes you scream.

Your moans and whimpers fill the room and you can't lie the knife against your neck starts to add to the pleasure "Steve!" You whine.

Trying to keep your head as still as possible when Steve's fingers repeatedly prod and poke at your g spot.

Your body shakes as a sense of euphoria spreads from your core to the rest of your body.

Steve doesn't let you ride out your orgasm like he usually does, instead he flips you onto all fours and pushes your head down into the mattress.

Your ass is sticking straight up in the air as your arousal leaks down your thighs onto the sheets.

The knife is thrown beside your head and you hear the sound of a zipper being pulled.

Steve's wastes no time and plunges his cock deep in you until his cockhead kisses your womb.

"Steve no! It's too big take it ou-"

"Ah!"

Steve thrusts his hips into you at A mind numbing pace, wet skin slapping together as you feel his dick brush through every fold and trigger every nerve in your sensitive hole.

You can see your reflection through the knife and watch your face contort. your mind and body feeling as if it's going to break every time he brushes that soft spot deep inside you.

But then he stops and it's like someone hit the power off button on your mind.

But you come back to your senses when he grabs you roughly and forces you to lie on your side.

You gasp as your leg is yanked in the air and then thrown over his shoulder.

You both briefly make eye contact

"Steve..." you pout at him.

But he just shoves his cock back in you, it going deeper than it ever has.

Your face would say you're in pain but in reality it's the best damn thing you've ever felt.

Steve starts fucking you at the brutal pace from before, only at this angle each thrust has his dick crashing into your womb and you start babbling utter nonsense unable to cope with the pleasure.

Steve grips your throat forcing you to look at him.

"You still wanna go outside baby?" He probes.

"you don't need daddy to take care of you anymore is that it hm?"

You shake your head no at him barely able to speak.

"I want words slut"

He rarely calls you that but god it makes your pussy tingle and throb around him.

"N-no! daddy no I don't" you struggle to speak as he keeps grinding his hips against yours.

*No? But that's what you wanted right doll"

"You don't need me anymore"

"you don't need daddy cause you're A big strong girl who doesn't need my help is that it?"

You're fucking crying.

No! I only want you!"

"Just wanna be here with you..." Your throat burns from moaning and sobbing.

"Say it then" he says in a low sinister tone.

"Say you don't wanna go"

Steve glares at you, with a serious face to match and his grip tightens on your neck purposely making it hard for you to talk.

"I-i don't wanna go outside anymore daddy.."

"I wanna to be here with you-"

you say as he fucks you like a cheap whore.

He stares at you as you sob.

"Good girl..." He says continuing to pound your wet cunt.

You moan embarrassingly loud as he claims your tight little snatch with every thrust.His fat dick hitting your cervix repeatedly making your body writhe in pleasure.

"Steve god fuck!' you sob into him.

You feel His balls slap against your pussy and you break.

When he cums he squeezes too hard around your throat but the lack of oxygen only increases your high.

You feel his warm cum flood your pussy.

Washing away every thought in your head.

A warm hand cups your cheek. And you look at Steve.He stares back at you with his usual loving look.

"Mine" he says possessively caressing your blushed face.

"Yours" you say with a smile.

And the way he's looking at you is A reminder that Steve is all the freedom you'll ever need.

#dark!steve kemp #steve kemp smut #steve kemp x reader #steve kemp x you #steve kemp x y/n #x little!reader

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trappedwriter · 2 years

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Chapter 22

Content Warning, this is intended for people that are 18+ and this chapter includes ddlg themes (always forced age regression) abdl themes, m/m smut, kidnapping, swearing, cannibalism, lil bit of fluff.

Sebastian’s POV

That lying son of a bitch. I’m going to kill him. He has lied to me about her again, but this will be the last, I’ll make sure of it.

After the day Jessica had I decided that she needed a treat. She had begged us to bring her back down to the beach. Today was the day. She laid next to me in our bed, little snores escaped her mouth. She looked so cute. That was until she let out the biggest and wettest fart. Definitely sounded like more had come out than just gas. I would soon find out when I changed her. I peppered her forehead with little kisses. She scrunched up her face and her tiny hand pawed at mine trying to push it away “nooo daddy. Sweepy time.” She whined. “Ok baby, sleepy time.” I relaxed down beside her again and snuggled my face into her hair. “We can just sleep here and save the beach for another day.” Her eyes popped open, she let out a gasp and proceeded to kneel on the bed and shove me to get up.

While she ate breakfast, I sent Chris a text informing him of our girls beach date. He immediately responded and said he would be over at our place in 20 minutes. Jessica was beyond excited about the beach, I had to keep an eye on her while she ate or more like inhaled her food. I couldn’t figure out why she wanted to go to the beach so badly, but I guessed it had something to do with not being cooped up at home. 20 minutes later Chris arrived, beach toys and a towel in hand. He had his tight swim trunks on, his abs were even more defined than the last time I saw him. He was fucking gorgeous. My cock started to stir in my jean shorts, and I struggled to keep it from becoming fully erect. Today was about our little girl. Sadly, I lost the fight when Chris immediately gave me a deep and passionate kiss. He too was feeling the aftereffects of our girl knowing and accepting our secret.

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We headed down the winding stairs to the beach. The remnants of her sandcastle was still there. It looked like it was poorly fixed, I suspect that was Chris’s handy work. We spent hours at the beach, she broke down the old sandcastle and started a new one. And after a couple of hours and with lots of help from me and dada, it was starting to take shape. We had lunch and afterwards continued with our creation. Chris had shown Jessica the pretty fish in the water and immediately jumped in to get them. I swear this little girl was going to give me a heart attack one day.

I stood up from the lounge chair and shouted for Chris “I’m going up to the bathroom, do you two want ice creams?” Of course, Jessica got all excited. I mean, who wouldn’t it’s ice cream. One of my many guilty pleasures. I went back up the stairs and instead of going to my house, I turned towards Chris’s. The house was silent, not a soul to be heard. Maybe Jessica was wrong, maybe she just heard the name Bunny. A familiar sound stopped me in my tracks. A clank from a restraint. I went over to her nursery and quietly opened the door. And sure enough, the not so dead girl lay in her crib. Our eyes met and she began to thrash around at the sight of me, her restraints meant that was all she could do.

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I returned back to my family, for that is what they are now, holding 3 chocolate ice cream bars. We ate them and talked about some exciting new things that we were planning, like nothing had just happened. The little one started to snuggle up closer to Chris and it was the sign to go home. Chris helped me carry her back home and into her crib. Once snoring away, we sat on the couch and talked about last night’s events. Chris was as shocked at what happened as I was, but he knew she was committed to whatever she was doing.

“I was so scared when we told her, I was sure she was going to reject us, and now that she knows everything, It’s such a huge relief. And I’m so happy and…” Chris ended his sentence with a laugh and a bemused shrug as if he didn’t know how to express what he felt. I could see the sparkle in his eyes and knew exactly what he was feeling, I’m sure he could see the same in mine. On impulse I reached out and slid my hands through his short brown hair.

“Fulfilled.” I said the word looking deep into his eyes and I could see it resonate there. “The missing piece we have always been searching for is here. Me, you, and our little girl our family is complete.” I said the final word into his mouth. My lips were pressing against his, I didn’t even know if it was me that moved in or if it was him that came to me.

His hands were on my chest and one of mine was on his back the other was intwined in his hair. Always eager his hands roved downwards across my rock hard abs and onto my even harder cock. He yanked on my jean shorts so excited to get at the prize inside he couldn’t take the time to undo a button. I laughed at his excited face turning to dismay when my shorts didn’t drop straight to the floor so he could get to his toy. Taking pity on him I released the handhold I’d found on his ass and popped the button free for him.

He yanked again and my dick popped free. His eyes and mouth opened wide in excitement and that was all the invite I needed. I pulled him toward me by the hair and my member passed between his lips and thrust deep into his throat. In our haste I felt the slight scrape of teeth on dick and a shudder passed through me at the thought of Chris’s appetite for fresh meat getting the better of him. But a moment late all I could feel was lips and tongue, my thoughts subsided into the soft warm pleasure of being in his mouth.

After I came, he left. He made up some excuse of wanting to do laundry. To get the sand out of his swim trunks. I sat there and waited for about 10 minutes before sending the text.

Chris’s POV

I headed home shortly after face fucking Sebastian. I had left her too long and without a doubt the pull up I put her in before I left would be bursting at the seams with piss and other bodily messes. I rushed back to my house, opened the front door, and was greeted with silence. Nothing. Maybe she was still asleep. Especially after what happened last night. I opened her door and was shocked to see it empty. Did she get out? Where could she be? I searched everywhere. She was nowhere to be found. I wish I had Seb’s security cameras. I joked that he was doing too much, now I regretted not having any of my own.

I was in my living room having a full on panic attack when my phone pinged. I opened the text. A picture of Bunny sitting in a cage in Sebastian’s basement popped up with the caption “Looking for something?”

Fuck!

Chapter 23

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jiyascepter · 4 months

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───── 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 🤍

@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 ;)

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 11 months

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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

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YOU

—Art Collector!Steve Kemp x F!Reader

Summary — Your unexpected meeting with the famous art collector takes a dark turn when you learn the secret of his private collection.

Warnings — oral (female receiving), dismembered bodies, disrespect to the dead, entrapment, plots of killing, serial killer vibes, Steve being a calm psycho. There may be more I haven't mentioned but please read with caution.

Word Count — 5.4K

A/N — Story #1 for my FREAKtober Fest. The fic was heavily inspired by the movie itself and House of Wax. I'm happy to finally explore Steve's character in writing and I must say, I enjoyed every bit of it. The title was taken from the song You.

Gif by the amazing @steve-kemp

Shout out to @vellicore and @sgt-seabass for bouncing ideas with me and being my beta.

As always, your feedback is highly appreciated and your reblogs would be amazing. And of course, I hope y'all enjoy! ❤️

They didn’t come.

It was all you could think about as almost 2 hours had passed since your grad show started. Despite your parents’ — mostly your mom’s — disapproval of pursuing an arts program, you still invited them to the show. You hoped that if they saw what you were truly doing, they would understand your passion for paints and charcoal.

But it was a long shot, and you knew that. Though at least you tried…right?

You envy your classmates who carry bouquets while they present their artwork to their families and strangers alike. You were lucky enough to have a few come by your cubicle, delighted to explain the medium and process of your work. Some seemed genuinely intrigued while others, you can tell, only came by and endured your talk for the free stickers you offered at the end of your spiels.

Another hour passes by and you look up front when you hear an announcement being made by your instructor; a class photo. You’re reluctant to join, seeing no value in such a thing to be done as it’s obvious that once the day ends, they will be strangers once again. But another adamant call from your instructor has you heading to the front, a frown forming on your face when you’re pushed at the back, towered by your classmates—unseen once more.

As parents and several others grab the opportunity to take a photo, your eyes suddenly divert back to your cubicle when you see someone looking over at your main art piece. You can’t put a pin on his face but you know you’ve seen him before.

Once the group photo has ended, you immediately head back to your spot, catching the familiar stranger taking one of your stickers as well as a business card that sits beside it. It’s when you finally recognize him—and you’re in utter shock that he would be looking at your work. He finally notices you, a smile on his face as he holds out his hand.

“Hi.” He begins, “I’m—”

“You’re Steve Kemp.” You finish for him, the confidence you suddenly displayed startling the both of you. But you push on when you see a smile of amusement on his face, taking his hand to shake. “You’re the famous art collector.” You wouldn’t have known it was him with how dressed down he looked with the corduroy jacket and navy jeans, but you’ve seen his face several times in art articles that you wouldn’t miss it.

“I wouldn’t say I’m famous.” He humbles himself but he lacks the conviction to make it believable. “I think I’m just skilled in finding pretty things—like this one.” He gestures towards your charcoal painting, the look of interest evident on his face. “What compelled you to incorporate a whale and an astronaut? What’s the story behind it?”

His question makes you smile. Maybe he is interested, you think to yourself and look towards your artwork before diving deep into your answer.

“The artwork was inspired by the 52 Hertz Whale.” You begin. “Just to give you a little background; out of all the whale species, it’s the only one that makes a call with such a distinct pitch. Researchers had guessed that it could be a hybrid of two whale species but any attempts to search for the creature for further study have failed. Though some have been saying that it’s not a whale but an entirely different animal.

“Loneliness was the main theme of the piece—just like the whale, if it truly exists, it is alone in the vast sea; with no family to call its own and with it being different from the others, no one would listen or understand their cries. Akin to the lonely astronaut floating in the endless void of space. Though the flowers and the seagull represent hope and freedom—that one day, everything they thought to be true would change, that someone is there to listen and welcome them in their arms.”

You feel yourself shiver and your heart race as you end your interpretation. How the art piece truly mirrors your life and your cry for recognition from the people who truly matter. You try your best not to shed the tears that well in your eyes, presenting the collector with a smile and hoping he sees it as passion and confidence.

But the look on his face startles you; there’s no judgment but you see a hint of amusement in his sapphire eyes. You think he’s about to say something, to comment on what you said, instead, he looks back at the artwork, seemingly appraising it.

“How much?” The question stuns you. Did you hear correctly?

“I’m sorry?”

“I want to buy your art piece.” He expounds. “How much are you selling it for?”

That’s the last thing you expected to be asked in a college grad show. Was he seriously wanting to purchase it? You try to answer, to tell him that you’re not really looking for buyers nor expecting to sell any of your work but no words come out of your mouth, still taken aback by his surprising inquiry.

“I don’t—” You stutter. “I’m not really—”

The chuckle he makes has you pulling on the cuffs of your oversized flannel, feeling slightly anxious at the thought that he’s making fun of your state of shock. “I didn’t mean to startle you.” He says with a smile, one that you mimic if only to ease the tension building within you. “But I am serious. I do want to buy it.”

Still, you don’t know what to say. Do you just give him an amount and call it a day?

“Why don’t you sit on it? Let’s say two days and I can give you a call for your price.” He holds up your business card between two fingers, the smile on his face turning into a playful smirk. “What do you say?”

Under-dressed.

Not that it was a concern you realistically should have but the patrons of the bar made you feel as such with the men clad in suit jackets and the women, either in dresses or whatever you call the style of attire that was classier than your hoodie-jeans-sneakers combo. At least you brought a coat—that’s fancy enough, right?

You nurse your Bellini cocktail and thumb through your phone while waiting for Steve, popping your conversation thread with him every second or two just to assure yourself that he confirmed, or rather, planned the night of drinks to discuss your ��Lonely Whale” piece as he coined it. It seemed odd at first but his determination was what compelled you to agree to meet him.

The hiss of the straw fills your ears as you suck the last dregs of your drink. You shouldn’t have come early, you tell yourself, then you wouldn’t need to order another glass to accompany you on your wait.

“Need a top-up?” A familiar voice from behind startles you and you look up to see Steve, decorated in a maroon wool sweater and that tantalizing smile he seems to always have. “I’m sorry I’m late. Traffic was bad coming here to this part of town.” He says as he takes a seat beside you in the booth.

You scoot over to give him room, surprised that he didn’t take the one across from you. “Please, don’t be sorry. I wasn’t waiting long.” You assure him with a soft smile, tapping a finger on the rim of your glass. “The drink kept me company.”

“Are they any good?” He asks but he’s already called the attention of a server before you can even reply. He orders a Bloody Mary—quite peculiar, you think, but you’re not one to judge someone's preference. “And the lady will have another, please.”

Silence envelops the both of you as you wait for the drinks to arrive, feeling shy and anxious when he rests his arm against the back of the booth and turns in his seat to face you. You’re not used to being seen yet here’s this man, well-known in the field you didn’t think to excel in giving you such unwarranted attention.

“Uhmm, so I asked my instructor about the painting,” you begin as you try to break the ice, “and he said that—” but stop when he shakes his head and lets out a gentle laugh.

You think he’s playing at your lack of knowledge of these types of transactions that it makes you second-guess your words. Maybe you should have come off more confident and prevented showing him an inkling of your cluelessness. But the smile he sends your way speaks of something different. There is no presence of ill-intent yet you still keep your guard up.

“We can talk business later. I’d like to get to know the artist more first.” He says and for some reason, it could be how comfortable he seems to be around you, that you nod at his request, a soft smile forming on your lips.

“Well, what do you want to know?”

Giggling.

It’s been a while since you’ve done it but you guess after 4 glasses of the Bellini and a sip of his Bloody Mary, anyone would be in a lighter and more carefree mood. Just like how you are.

The anxiety that filled you when you first walked into the bar seems non-existent with how well Steve carries a conversation. He listened to you complain and laughed at your sarcastic comments, throwing back another to keep the exchange alive. There was no dull moment to be recorded, only understanding when you shared the struggle of an art student living in a fast-paced environment. He’s probably the first person in your life who knows almost everything there is to know about you and even if he is a total stranger, he feels more familiar than any other.

The night rolls by quicker than you’d hoped and the next thing you know you’re in his car, the alcohol messing with you as you begin belting out garbled lyrics to an Adele song. You’ve never felt so free and relaxed, and who would have thought you’d find it in someone who simply wants to buy your art project?

You arrive shortly at your apartment building, a curious thought passing through your head as you don’t recall typing in your address in the GPS. But it goes just as quickly as it came when the passenger door is opened and Steve holds out a hand to help you out.

He says your name, the syllables rolling like honey on his tongue and you don’t know if it’s the alcohol or the way the moon shines against his face, but you truly notice how his sapphire eyes glow brighter with how close he stands to you, his cologne permeating your senses and his warmth mixing with yours, keeping away the cold autumn breeze of the night that surrounds the both of you.

“I had a lovely evening.” He breathes, allowing him to take your hand in his. “And I don’t want it to end just yet.”

And it doesn’t.

You invite Steve into your apartment for coffee, something to help completely sober him up and drive home safe. But as soon as you close the door and toe off your shoes, his hands are on your face and his lips capture yours, a soft grunt escaping you when he presses you against the door. You’re too stunned to process that he’s kissing you, only finally realizing it when he breaks the kiss and looks at you with his eyes so blue.

You think he’s about to speak, to apologize for his forwardness, but instead he smiles while his thumb caresses the apple of your cheek. You don’t understand what he sees in you to warrant such soft affection, or to even consider you as someone to kiss.

He leans closer once more, this time you sense the apprehension in his movements and with the way his eyes linger on your face. You shut your brain off completely, not wanting reason and rationality to stop whatever force that was pulling you together. So you meet him halfway, hands resting against his chest when you press your lips against his, a moan escaping you as when you feel him pull you further into the kiss.

To say he was a good kisser was an understatement with the way his wet muscle caressed your own and how his lips wrestle you into a passionate exchange. He chuckles when he bumps against a side table while walking backwards, blindly into the living room, hands pawing at each other, groping, touching, and you lift up his sweater as the desire to feel his skin blooms in your head.

But he doesn’t give you that chance as you drop back onto your loveseat couch, Steve’s hands pushing up your hoodie to expose the tank top hidden within. His fingers tickle your skin, teasing, taunting, and in one swift move he pulls down the cups of your bra having your tits spill out from them.

Mewls and moans are the only sounds that leave your lips, coherent words nonexistent with how his lips wrap around a mound, sucking, licking, and dampening the fabric to expose your stiff nipples which he gives his undivided attention to. You try to reach for him, to at least make sure that this is all real and not a dream, but his hands take yours, preventing you from even running your finger through his dark hair, the act only heightening your senses further.

But his venture to your breasts eventually stops and you look down at him when he trails butterfly kisses against your stomach, hands releasing yours only to undo the button and fly of your jeans. The garment flies but your panties stay, and you swear you could almost combust just from the way he looks at you—his eyes swirling with hunger, eagerness, and desperation for a taste.

Slowly, he trails kisses against your inner thighs, lips, and teeth meeting skin, not hard enough to hurt but enough to feel. The nervousness swirls around you like twine, making your heart beat loudly against your chest as everything feels too new, too alien, despite this no longer being your first. But you’ve never encountered anyone as captivating as Steve and you feel as if he would run away once he sees you completely.

“You’re so beautiful,” He whispers into the air, his warm breath grazing against your heated core.

It’s only then you comprehend what he’s done, your panties pushed to the side to expose you completely before him and all at once you feel your body burn when he laves his tongue against your pussy lips, gentle at first, testing the waters which shift to intent as he pushes them apart with his fingers, your sacred bud caressed by his expert tongue.

You whisper his name as he begins delving into your pussy, strong hands keeping your thighs apart and pushing them down against the couch with his groans of pleasure filling your ears and fueling your desire for him. You reach down to run your fingers through his hair which you end up grabbing as a gasp is pulled from your lungs when he begins to suck your clit.

The room feels like it's spinning with the ecstasy that climbs higher within your body, your senses no longer feeling like your own as Steve pushes on with his pursuit, his mouth dancing beautifully against your clit, his fingers digging into the meat of your thigh. But he stops, and a small wave of panic arises in your chest. Though it washes away like footprints on the sand when he ventures lower, his thumb taking purchase of your clit, rolling and adding pressure while his mouth ventures lower, teasing your slit at first before slowly pushing inside.

Oh, how your body sings. Your back arches from the coach and you call out his name, louder this time, turning into a moaning mess as his regard to your cunt never wavers. You then feel the dam filling up at the pit of your stomach and all you can do is buck your hips against his mouth, encouraging—no—pushing him to pull you over the edge.

“Steve—” It’s all you manage to say, your breath catching in your throat.

His actions then become erratic, as if he can feel you teetering towards your peak, pulling you more to his mouth and devouring you whole. Sloppy, wet sounds of his mouth echo from below your waist, Steve letting out a low and guttural growl which only sets you ablaze. His thumb pushes more onto your clit, the pressure digging into your pelvis and finally having the dam at the pit of your abdomen burst.

Your body shakes and you grab onto Steve as your pussy walls flutter from your release, choking a sob as your sweet essence flows out of you. His awaiting mouth then laps each and every drop you offer, the sensation making you shiver yet at the same time cocoons you in euphoric bliss.

The alcohol in your system then appears, mixing with the pleasure that continues to loom around you, and your eyes begin to droop, a smile forming on your lips. Your limbs ache deliciously, cunt buzzing from the orgasm that has taken over. You feel tired all of a sudden but happy at the same time and you forget all, even Steve, as you’re ready to end the night with such a good note.

But a tap on your thigh pulls you from the serene moment, startling slightly to see Steve looking down at you with a grin painted on his face. “Stay awake, Baby.” He says, his hand running up your side and grabbing the hem of your hoodie. “I’m not yet done with you.”

Nervous.

It’s all you feel as you stand outside of Steve’s home—if you could even call it that. With the modern exterior and floor-to-ceiling windows of the one-story home, you’d think you’re about to enter a museum. But it’s only reasonable for him to have such a lavish abode; he is an art collector after all.

“You okay?” You turn your head to the side to face him when he stands beside you, his warmth brushing against your skin as he wraps an arm around your waist, holding you close.

“A bit—but more excited really.” You tell him, the giddiness of seeing his private collection dominating the restlessness you felt earlier.

“Only the people who matter have seen it.” The smile he gives you is so contagious that you give one back and follow him inside his home.

After the night spent at your apartment, your life slowly revolved around Steve. Mornings begin and nights end with him and his attentiveness—one that you found more endearing than suffocating, as what some people you assume would say if they knew of your relationship.

You don’t even know if you both have a relationship as neither of you discussed anything about labels, simply enjoying each other’s company. But you know that Steve has rooted himself deep in you, and you know that no matter how hard you try if anything comes that would sever you both, you’d have a hard time letting him go. Steve is the only one who has truly seen you and accepted you as you are.

A chill brushes your skin when you pass through the threshold of his home which has you pulling your knitted jacket more around your frame for warmth, and the first thing you see are the gallery lights mounted on the wall, with each one shining down on art pieces of different forms. The ones that stand by the door are wax figures of a woman’s pair of legs, one on each side. You look at it closely, the craftsmanship so intricate that you’d think it was real. The ones that come after it are different sets of arms and hands of women, again, each one posed differently and elegantly, as if welcoming you further down the hall.

It gives you pause with how unusual of a collection it is—women’s body parts—but you suppose that the world of art is filled with oddities. There was even one you heard who collects glass eyeballs, not caring if it was worn or not.

What greets you next are several paintings—if you can even call it as such—that litter the wall just the same, though you’ve never seen anything like it; one is of a canvas that houses different strands of hair that form into waves. You’re in awe with how they mimic the raging seas and how detailed and time consuming it must have been to complete. There’s even an image of a boat topped over it, as you inspect closely, you assume is made of leather.

There’s another like it, though this seemed more like a showcase of all types of tresses, spaced out perfectly in rows of five. Each one portrayed a distinct person, with colors ranging from blonde to black and textures from curly to the straightest you’ve seen. The urge to touch it grows strong, wanting to check if they’re real or not.

“They’re real,” Steve answers your unspoken question, and you turn back to face him, feeling shy all of a sudden when you see him staring at you. “I call it live art.”

“You made this?”

“Oh, no.” He smiles as he nears the artwork, Steve’s hands tucked inside his pockets while he looks up at it. “I had it made. Though I did provide the materials—volunteers donated the hair.” His explanation has you thinking; you never knew people would donate something so personal for art. “I’m hoping to add more to the collection—a prized one that can be my center of attention.” He says and you catch him looking at you from your periphery.

“What kind of prized piece?” You ask, curiosity nipping at the back of your head.

“Something I could never get tired of looking at.” The smile he gives you sends a chill up your spine but your mind flows out into a daze when he steps forward and takes your face between his hands, his lips meeting yours in a soft kiss. “Like you.” He whispers and you can’t help but feel your face heat up with how beautiful he makes you feel.

“Come on. There’s more in the living room and I wanted to show you where I would place your painting.” He says, giving you one last kiss before taking your hand and leading further inside. But you don’t miss the piece that sits just at the end of the hall; a torso of a woman, the composition almost similar to Alexndros’ Venus de Milo, except this one was missing its head.

The living room is a sunken living room and it’s just as exquisite as the front of the house with paintings and figurines scattered in an organized fashion. Two couches sit on either side of a low table with a small cart that holds an array of spirits. You look around, mesmerized at the beauty he keeps within but stop when you notice a small greek style column sitting in the corner of the room.

“What’s that?” You ask, pointing at the unusual fixture.

“That’s just a chair a friend of mine made.” He responds while pouring the both of you some drinks. “It’s pretty cozy even if it’s made out of stone. Why don’t you try it out? Pretend you’re an art piece.” He urges and the giddiness you feel allows you to humor him.

Soft jazz music then begins to play as you run your hand against the top, having a feel of the material before you take a seat, grabbing onto the sides to properly set yourself on top of it. The smile you catch on Steve’s face is wide as he approaches you and hands you your drink, his hand reaching up to caress your face.

“You look perfect on it.” He sips on his drink and so do you.

You can’t help but look at his eyes, how soft they look yet full of amidst the muted lighting that surrounds the both of you. You feel his hands continue to linger on your skin, resting gently on your shoulder with his thumb caressing the expanse of your neck.

“Dance with me.”

It’s all he says and you don’t have time to respond when he takes the glass from your grasp, setting both of them on the shelf that stands nearby and he reaches for you, his hands taking yours and placing them over his shoulders while his own finds purchase around your waist.

It feels like you’re walking on clouds with how he sways the both of you, his movements in sync with the music that fills the air. He holds you close, feeling his fingers drumming lightly on your back and how your feet follow him aimlessly, blindly with each step he makes. You’re suddenly aware of the intimacy that slowly winds the both of you, much different from the times he’s slept on your bed, and you feel shy, eyes casting down to stare at the edge of his navy turtleneck.

“Don’t hide from me, Baby,” He breathes softly, tilting your head back when he pinches your chin and feeling the warmth of his breath ghost against your lips. “I want to see you.”

Giddy.

It’s the only feeling you describe as soon as you wake up, your body sore but in a good way and the sheets atop the mattress warm, not just because of you but from the man that sleeps soundly at your side. You turn to face Steve and examine his face, his beautiful pointed nose and his dark hair askew from the pillow underneath his head.

You couldn’t believe your luck that someone like him would find interest in someone like you. You must have done something good in your previous life to feel such happiness that the neglect and disapproval you once received from the people you expected to love you is being provided by someone you’ve barely known for a week.

Good things come to an end, you hear the pessimist in you say but you push it down, deep down where you cannot hear its cry. You’re going to enjoy this, whatever this is, and if time comes that it should indeed come to a stop—well, you’ll cross the bridge when you get there.

You move to cuddle closer to Steve, wanting to feel more of his warmth but it’s interrupted by your need for relief that you settle on placing a kiss on his forehead before turning to leave the bed and find the restroom.

Washing your hands when you finish, you find a robe hanging at the back of the door and boldly take it, putting it around you to shield you from the cold that continues to circulate within the house and venture back to his room—back to Steve’s arms. Except the lone light that shines in the darkness catches your eyes and you glance towards the bedroom. You don’t want to be caught snooping but the call of the void is too strong for you to ignore.

Silently, you pad down the hall and find yourself face to face with a staircase that leads to a closed door. Must be the basement, you think to yourself, taking one step at a time, you descend to your destination. You hesitate to hold the knob, not wanting to spoil your welcome but you soldier on, pushing through the barrier.

A row of yellow muted light illuminates the entryway, and you see nothing but several black barrels neatly pushed against the wall and a few scrubs hanging from mounted hooks. You thought you would see more artwork but are left disappointed, deciding to turn back but the white light at the end of the room stops you, curiosity once more taking over your senses.

Fear then grips you tight when you step into the light, hands flying to your mouth and a gasp unwillingly escaping you when you see a woman laid down on a metal table with her lower half missing and her head free of her scalp. What hangs on the wall makes your stomach turn even further, body parts—arms, legs and a severed head coated in something you can only assume to be wax.

You run. Your heart beats hard against your chest as you make it back again to the door and close it as quietly as you can, not wanting to awaken your host—a monster you never thought him to be. Carefully, though quickly, you climb the steps and the only thing you could think of is to leave and run as far as you can where he cannot find you.

Relief slowly washes over you when you get to the last step. Now all you have to do is go—call the authorities and—your thoughts take a dive when you feel someone grab you by the waist, trapping your arms along with it and a hand covering over your mouth as well as your nose.

“Where were you, Baby?” Steve’s calm voice forms from behind and your panic only rises further. You struggle against his hold, flailing as much as you can for him to let you go but he’s too strong and you feel the tears spill from your eyes as you think that this is the end. He’s caught you. You’re going to die.

“You never should have seen that.” He simply says and you grunt when a stabbing pain forms on your neck, a cool sensation flowing through your veins.

It’s then that he lets you go, your hand flying to where you felt the sting before turning to look at him. What did he do to you? You notice the syringe in his hand. Is it poison? Your vision almost instantly goes blurry, your limbs heavy and you drop to the floor, eyes cast to the ceiling as you try to make out your current state. The last thing you see is Steve, a sinister smile on his face and incoherent words coming from his lips before everything goes dark.

You’re dead.

It’s the first thing that comes to your mind when you come to. Everything slowly comes into clarity; the room you’re in is somewhere you’ve not been and the cool metal you feel around your ankle only solidifies the fact that he’s successfully trapped you in the hell he dwells in.

A door opens and closes and you curl up small on the bed you lay in to hide yourself from him. You’re crying once again a multitude of emotions surge from within—is it fear? Hopelessness? Anger? Towards him for lying to you or to yourself for believing him.

“I never wanted you to find out this way.” He sighs. “I never wanted you to find out at all.”

“Are you going to kill me?” You can’t help but ask, even though you know what the answer is.

“Not yet.” His calm in his voice brings a chill to your spine. “Despite what you believe, I meant what I said; you matter to—”

“Stop lying to me!” You shout and sit up from the bed, grabbing the pillow on the bed and throwing it at him. “Why are you doing this?! What did I do to deserve this?! Why me?!” You shout, the anger that was settling in your bones turns into a raging fire. You go to lunge for him, wanting to rip his skin with your bare hands but the cuff on your foot stops you, making you fall to the ground in front of him.

He tuts and you see his leather shoes in front of you. A groan then leaves your tongue when he grabs you by your face, your hand taking hold of his wrist as you try to pull away from him. But he only pinches tighter, making you shout in pain that fades all too quickly when he shakes you and makes you face him dead in the eyes.

“The more you fight, the harder it’ll be.” He snips. “I enjoy you a lot—don’t make me kill you so soon.”

“Just fucking do it!” You spit. “Do it! Kill me now!”

The laugh he gives you is menacing. He shakes his head, his other hand moving to run his finger on the side of your face. You see the darkness swirling around the sapphires of his eyes and you question yourself why, for the many times he’s stared at you, you’ve never seen it before.

“Soon.” He promises. “For now, I’ll keep you. I don’t mind that column being empty just a little longer.”

#steve kemp #steve kemp x reader #steve kemp x f!reader #dark steve kemp #dark!steve kemp #you #fresh #fresh the movie #sebastian stan characters #dark fic #horror fic #beanie's freaktober fest #freaktober fest #shadeysprings fics

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imyourbratzdoll · 2 years

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𝐀 𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞

welcome to the land of fairytales, where desires you never knew you had will come true. thank you @georgiapeach30513 & @royalsweetteaa for helping me with this.

18+ only please, do not copy, repost or translate my work. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

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𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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!warning! these fics will include inter-species relations, size differences, innocent kink, age gaps and dark content.

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𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐬:

𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 - pairing: prince ransom drysdale x princess reader

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𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 - pairing: prince frank adler x mermaid reader

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𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 - pairing: street rat lloyd hansen x princess reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒓 - pairing: prince lance tucker x maid reader

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��𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒔 - pairing: beast ari levinson, beast logan howlett, beast geralt of rivia x princess reader

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𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒏 - pairing: bossy clark kent, sleazy johnny storm, dirty curtis everett, brawny steve rogers, cranky bucky barnes, tipsy dean winchester, horny sam wilson x witch/princess reader

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𝒃𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒆 - pairing: hunter lee bodecker x shifter reader

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𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 - pairing: mad hatter jefferson x dreamer reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒆 - pairing: scarecrow jake wyler, tin-man rick grimes, cowardly lion jake jensen, oz andy barber x lost reader

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𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 - pairing: hansel steve kemp, male gretel nick fowler x witch reader

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𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 - pairing: big bad wolf luke danes x little red riding hood reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 - pairing: tarzan tangerine x jane reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 - pairing: giant august walker x female jack reader

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𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 - pairing: captain hook negan, captain hook jack sparrow x tinkerbell reader

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𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒕, 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 - pairing: alpha bear ari levinson, alpha bear henry cavill, alpha bear lee bodecker x goldilocks reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒏 - pairing: prince steve rogers x princess/swan hybrid reader

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𝒐𝒉, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔… 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒔 - pairing: mermaid jennifer check, mermaid rosalie hale, mermaid jane smith x clueless reader

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𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 - pairing: mufasa ari levinson x scar sergei kravinoff (kraven the hunter) x lioness reader

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#imyourbratzdollwork #a whores fairytale #chris evans fanfiction #sebastian stan fanfiction #logan howlett fanfiction #henry cavill fanfiction #dean winchester fanfiction #sam wilson fanfiction #rick grimes fanfiction #luke danes fanfiction #negan fanfiction #captain jack sparrow fanfiction #jennifer check fanfiction #rosalie hale fanfiction #jane smith fanfiction #tangerine fanfiction #kraven the hunter fanfiction #sergei kravinoff fanfiction

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the-iceni-bitch · 8 months

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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.

#natalie writes #monstrous mayhem #kinktober 2023 #steve kemp #steve kemp x reader #steve kemp x you #steve kemp x y/n #female!reader #steve kemp smut #sebastian stan #sebastian stan smut

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littlespace-imagines · 1 year

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🩸Slashers Masterlist🩸

Michael

Little!Michael being fussy

Little!Michael having a bad day

Little!Michael HCs

Little!Michael helping stressed CG

CG!Michael kidnapping his little

CG!Rz!Michael helping reader with impure regression

Cg!Michael Myers stalking little reader

Mommy!reader spoiling little!Michael on Halloween

Jason

Cg!Jason x Little!Reader who accidentally gets cut by his machete

Tiffany

Mommy!Tiffany punishing Little!reader

Chucky and Tiffany x reader How things came to be

Chucky and Tiffany dealing with a bratty Reader

Chucky and Tiffany with a reader that loves playing

Daddy!Chucky and Mommy!Tiffany HCs

Chucky and Tiffany with a Chubby!Little!Reader

Chucky and Tiffany help soothe scared reader

Chucky

Chucky and Tiffany x reader How things came to be

Chucky and Tiffany dealing with a bratty Reader

Chucky and Tiffany with a reader that loves playing

Daddy!Chucky and Mommy!Tiffany HCs

Chucky and Tiffany with a Chubby!Little!Reader

Chucky and Tiffany help soothe scared reader

Brahms

Brahms x reader who’s a little and CG

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas as a Daddy/Little head cannons (separate)

Thomas as a Cg

Vincent

Vincent Sinclair as a Caregiver

CG!Vincent comforting little!reader after a nightmare

Caregiver Vincent and Bo helping their little reader with a bad day that gives them a panic attack

Little Muse

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Bo with a happy/optimistic Little

Bo with a sensitive little

Bo Sinclair with a reader who carries a blanket with them everywhere

Caregiver Vincent and Bo helping their little reader with a bad day that gives them a panic attack

Lester

Lester caregiver headcannons

Billy Loomis

Poly!Ghostface finding out reader is an ageregressor

Poly!Ghostface x sleepy!little!reader

Stu Matcher

Poly!Ghostface finding out reader is an ageregressor

Poly!Ghostface x sleepy!little!reader

The Blind Man (Norman Nordstrom)

Norman and reader playing hide and seek

Freddy Krueger

Freddy with a little who misses him when they’re awake

Michael

Little!Michael being fussy

Little!Michael having a bad day

Little!Michael HCs

Little!Michael helping stressed CG

CG!Michael kidnapping his little

CG!Rz!Michael helping reader with impure regression

Cg!Michael Myers stalking little reader

Jason

Cg!Jason x Little!Reader who accidentally gets cut by his machete

Tiffany

Mommy!Tiffany punishing Little!reader

Chucky and Tiffany x reader How things came to be

Chucky and Tiffany dealing with a bratty Reader

Chucky and Tiffany with a reader that loves playing

Daddy!Chucky and Mommy!Tiffany HCs

Chucky and Tiffany with a Chubby!Little!Reader

Chucky and Tiffany help soothe scared reader

Chucky

Chucky and Tiffany x reader How things came to be

Chucky and Tiffany dealing with a bratty Reader

Chucky and Tiffany with a reader that loves playing

Daddy!Chucky and Mommy!Tiffany HCs

Chucky and Tiffany with a Chubby!Little!Reader

Chucky and Tiffany help soothe scared reader

Brahms

Brahms x reader who’s a little and CG

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas as a Daddy/Little head cannons (separate)

Thomas as a Cg

Vincent

Vincent Sinclair as a Caregiver

CG!Vincent comforting little!reader after a nightmare

Little Muse

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Bo with a happy/optimistic Little

Bo with a sensitive little

Bo Sinclair with a reader who carries a blanket with them everywhere

Lester

Lester caregiver headcannons

Billy Loomis

Poly!Ghostface finding out reader is an ageregressor

Poly!Ghostface x sleepy!little!reader

Stu Matcher

Poly!Ghostface finding out reader is an ageregressor

Poly!Ghostface x sleepy!little!reader

The Blind Man (Norman Nordstrom)

Norman and reader playing hide and seek

Freddy Krueger

Freddy with a little who misses him when they’re awake

Steve Kemp

Cg!Steve Kemp x little!reader

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brnesblogposts · 4 months

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may reading list !

not many fics this month.. i honestly don’t know what i’ve been up to

bucky barnes:

a little longer - @buckyalpine

untitled fluff piece - @buckyalpine

lovers in a past life - @buckbuckbuckaroo

obsessed - @literaryavenger

(smut) to have and to hold -@heytheredelulu

drunk reader x bucky @infictionalwonderland

how’s your head? - @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

my best friends girl (series) - @mrsbuckybarnes1917

with friends like these (series)- @scoonsalicious

steve kemp:

normal (series) - @onceuponastory

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #writerblr #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fic recs #reading list #bucky reading list

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lanabuckybarnes · 6 months

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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.

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wh0reforoldmen · 2 years

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Fettered Attachments

Pairing: Softdark! Steve kemp X Fem!Reader

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

Word count:1.64k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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trappedwriter · 2 years

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Chapter 23

Content Warning, this is intended for people that are 18+ and this chapter includes ddlg themes (always forced age regression) abdl themes, graphic violence, kidnapping, swearing, cannibalism, mentions alcohol. If I left anything out, let me know.

Chris’s POV

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What am I going to do? Maybe it won’t be too bad? Maybe he’ll forgive me. Although I lied to him about her once before. Fuck! I thought as I paced around my living room. Beads of sweat were dripping down my face. Real panic started to kick in, I felt my breath catch in my throat and my heart begin to race. What was he going to do with her, and me? We’d only just started the perfect family and then this. I knew I should have hidden her when Jessica was here. I can’t be mad at her though, I never told her to not mention anything to Seb. She didn’t know.

I stopped pacing by the front door, sucked in a deep breath for confidence and headed over to their house. I didn’t bother knocking, he was waiting for me. Sure, enough he was on the couch, exactly where I left him. “Oh! Forget something babe?” He mocked. I closed the door and immediately the confidence left my body. I started to ramble “It’s not what it looks like, I loved her but now I only love Jessica. And you, I love both of you. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.” He said nothing just let me ramble on.

“I promise I’ll do anything, please don’t kill me. I don’t care if you kill her. She means nothing to me.” He gave me a serious look “Ok.” He said. “Ok?” I repeated. “Yes Chris, ok. I won’t kill you. Fortunately for you, I also love our family. Things are finally as they should be. I won’t let her ruin this. I will spare your life. What you’re going to do is take our little one to your place and you will stay there with her until I’m done.” He said with a stern expression. “What are you going to do?” I asked. “That’s none of your concern now.”

I didn’t want to question him again. I’m grateful that I’m still alive. If it wasn’t for Jessica, I would be dead. Without wasting anytime, I went to her nursery and gently picked her up. Seb was still in the living room, he kissed her on the forehead before I left. I laid her down on our bed but didn’t join her. There was no way I could go to sleep. Back in the kitchen, I poured myself a generous glass of whiskey, plopped down on the couch and waited. ——

Sebastian’s POV

I headed down the basement stairs with the plan to kill our former little girl, once and for all. I flipped on the switch to the single warm light that revealed the small girl in her cage. It was like history was repeating itself. I pulled over the chair from the desk and sat down in front of her. She sat there, naked and curled up on herself. Sobs escaped her mouth. She finally looked up at me “Dada, please….” I stood up quickly and bashed my hand against the top of the cage, causing the girl to flinch back in fear. “Don’t you fucking call me that.”

I turned around and grabbed a knife from the table “Here’s what’s going to happen Rebecca, you’re going to die a slow and painful death. And then we’re going to eat you.” Her eyes went wide. “Yes, you heard me. All those playthings we brought home, all got fucked and eaten. You even ate them too.” Her face went deathly pale, and she puked emptying her stomach and dry heaving when there was nothing left. The sight disgusted me. Just another reason why I love Jessica, she accepted our secret. She loved it too. Bored, I started to open her cage, I grabbed her and dragged her to the cuffs on the wall. She begged and struggled, but that made it more fun. I always loved it when they tried to plead their way out of what was coming.

But it was time for her to learn that there was nothing she could say to stop me, I took the knife and ripped it across her inner thigh causing a nice deep slice in my once favourite place. Her leg kicked and jerked, but it couldn’t escape my knife. She let out a shriek of pain, a sound I was well used to though for some reason it didn’t spark that same joy that it normally did. Snot ran down her nose and onto her mouth, and tears streaked down her cheeks. Looking at her face I was filled with pity, but I clenched down on the feeling with an iron grip and steeled myself to take another swing, when she confessed. “I still love you.” I chuckled “love me? How pathetic. If you love me then why did you do it, why did you run away?” I questioned. “I… I.” “Can’t even come up with a good answer?” “I was hurt, I didn’t leave because I didn’t love you and Daddy. You hurt me, I thought you didn’t love me anymore. You loved your plaything more than me. I didn’t do anything wrong, and you broke my heart. Marc promised me a movie night, that’s why I left. I always loved you and always will.”

I lowered the knife and took in what she said. She continued “Daddy knows everything, that’s why he kept me. He knows I love him too and he… loved me back.” So, this was why he kept her. I knew that night I went a little overboard with my dirty talk, but I didn’t know how much it affected her. Thinking about that night and finding out that she left shattered my heart. A single tear fell down my face. I turned around quickly so that she didn’t see it and wiped it away. Memories flooded back to all the fun times I had with Bunny. A smile grew on my face. Did I still have feelings for her? She was my pick after all. I only let Chris think that he picked her. But she was mine, she was my Bunny. But I have Jessica now, it couldn’t work, could it?

I pulled out my phone and texted him.

We need to talk!

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Chris’s POV

I was just about to finish the bottle of whiskey when I got the text. He didn’t take too long. Knowing Sebastian and how he felt towards Bunny especially after she left us, I thought he would hive her a slow painful death. I had been crying, although I have Jessica now. Bunny was mine. I picked her, I loved her and now she’s dead. Dripping blood on the concrete floor in his basement. Her death was meaningful. She wasn’t like the other ones. We bonded and even though I told her I didn’t love her, it was a lie. I love both of them.

Seb came bursting through my door, tears streaming down his face. I gave him a confused look. Standing before me was the big bad cop, known for being hard (not in that way) and basically never showed any emotions. And now he’s crying about her. I embraced him and let him cry onto my shoulder “It’s okay, it’s over now.” I consoled him. Very quietly he said “I couldn’t do it. I hurt her, broke her heart. I caused this.” I pulled him back “she’s not dead?” “No, why didn’t you tell me? All of this trouble could have been avoided.” “To be honest, I was scared what you would to do me.” Seb chuckled “I love you too much to hurt you, you big ole goof ball.”

We sat on the couch and talked things over. “We could make this work, maybe. How did Jessica get on with Bunny?” Seb asked. “Well… Bunny was being cold to her, obviously not liking the fact that we replaced her with a new little girl. But I think she can be put into place, with some reinforcement and punishments if needed.” Seb took my hands in his, looked me straight in the eyes and said “I want you and Bunny to move in.”

Chapter 24 - Christmas Special

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sgt-seabass · 2 years

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I heard you escaped Steve's home!

But is the man you bump into in the woods a friend or foe?

𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏

✧˚ · . 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘒𝘦𝘮𝘱. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦.

pairing — werewolf!bucky x reader w/c — 1.8k this is a dark fic. 18+ only. listening to — ♫ dark side of the moon, suisside warnings — general dark elements, allusion to steve kemp being a cannibal and holding women captive, reader is missing her left arm, non-major character death, reference to violence, reference to stabbing injury, werewolves lol, smut, non-con turned dub-con (p in v sex), breeding kink, knotting, tongue play kinda, possessiveness, monsterfucking, a kinda nice ending lol a/n — written on my phone. not beta read. navy you fucking menace look what you made me do 😌 thank you to @rookthorne for letting me scream at you about this.

You’d done it.

Steve was dead.

After the locking mechanism to your cell had failed due to a storm overhead, you’d managed to get hold of a butcher's knife in the kitchen.

Steve hadn’t seen it coming when you plunged the knife into his chest while he napped on the couch. He didn’t die immediately. There was a struggle, and you sustained a stab wound to your side when Steve almost overpowered you.

It was hard as Steve had already given you a disadvantage. Several days ago, he had taken your left arm for his sick purpose.

But he was too weak from your sneak attack, and he collapsed on top of you with his dying wheeze.

You’d tried to free other girls, but you were the only one left. And when you’d found Steve’s phone, you were unsurprised to find there was no reception because of the heavy rain that battered down on the roof.

You dressed in one of Steve’s warm sweaters and sweatpants, tucking his phone into your pocket to keep it safe from the rain.

The left sleeve of the sweatshirt swinging empty, covered in his blood and your own, you stumbled out into the night.

The rain was pouring down, lightning flashing across the sky before the thunder rumbled. It was the kind of weather that made you want to snuggle into bed with a book and a cup of tea. Instead, you were stuck trying to find a neighbouring property.

Your bare feet sunk into the muddy earth as you dragged yourself into the woods surrounding Steve’s property.

Asshole. Living in the middle of nowhere.

You cursed Steve’s decrepit soul as you wandered into the forest. The flashes of light helped you make your way through the darkened trees, but it felt as if you were walking in circles, with no sense of direction to guide you.

After some time, you stopped for a break, your legs tired, and your body fatigued. You leant against the trunk of a tree, breaths coming out in short pants. Finally, the rain began to ease, the storm passing. The clouds opened up, allowing the moon to be revealed.

You marvelled at it for a moment—a beautiful full moon.

If this is where you were destined to die, it was pretty at least.

The sounds of wolf cries into the night sounded, but they fell on deaf ears as you focused on keeping yourself conscious.

Your hand clutched at your left side where Steve had stabbed you, the wound throbbing and making you woozy. Maybe you could rest a little. Just sit and close your eyes for a while.

You slumped against the bark, your legs beginning to give way as your vision blurred with a vignette at the edges. Was this your final curtain call?

The wind howled through the trees as you fell to your side, your blood mixing with the mud. You were just so tired.

Another cacophony of animals sounded, growls and barks nearby. But it didn’t matter, not when your body was ready to bid the moon an eternal goodnight.

With a grunt, you rolled onto your back, tears swelling as you gazed at the glowing full moon.

I’m not ready to die. Mr Moon, won’t you grant me a second chance?

Your eyes closed, and everything went dark and silent.

It was hard to discern what you noticed first as you came to.

Was it the snarling and panting? The wet slobber of a large tongue across your skin? The fur that tickled you? Or the cock that was nestled at your entrance?

Definitely the last one.

You opened your eyes with a gasp, and you screamed at the sight of the thing on top of you.

A monster. Pearly white sharp teeth, a large imposing figure, and dark fur that covered its whole body.

You were pinned down on your back by a werewolf. Like a picture book come to life.

The wolf-man didn’t seem perturbed by your screams. He was feral enough as it was. His drool dripped from his snout onto your chest, your clothes already torn away while you were unconscious.

Shit, the phone. You tried to sit up to find it, but large claws dug into your skin as a warning not to move.

“Are you going to kill me?” It was a bold move asking the beast a question, but he didn’t answer, instead licking a long stripe up your neck and over your cheek.

The werewolf licked at your side where your wound was, and you gasped when you glanced down to see it healed. Did he save you?

“What—? I— I don’t understand—“ You were silenced when the wolf brought his tongue to your lips, invading your mouth with his wet muscle.

You tried to squirm, but the beast held tight as he fucked your mouth with his tongue, his huffs getting deeper as growls rumbled from him.

His inhumanly large cock prodded at your entrance, your eyes going wide when you felt the way his natural lubricant gave him an easy slide in.

The werewolf pulled back with a howl as he sunk himself into your waiting heat, his fur puffing up and tail going rigid.

It was all too much. You’d expected death, and yet, you were at the mercy of a beast instead. The pleasure that came the deeper he got, and the more he stretched you was enough to have you howling too.

You felt full to the brim, and he was just over halfway. “Ah! Stop! You’re not going to fit!”

But the beast kept going. He curled his arms around you, cradling you against the forest floor before biting into your collarbone to stabilise himself.

He ignored your cries as he rutted deeper, rocking your body with his as he made you take his entire length.

You felt a little ridge when he reached the fuzzy fur at the base of his cock, and it was enough to have your nerves alight with arousal.

The scent of this mysterious man had your head swirling as if you had inhaled an aphrodisiac. His very being was turning your body into what he needed. A fleshlight to fuck his seed into.

He kept you close, sweat beginning to sheen across your skin with the heat radiating from him. When the beast started to thrust deep and hard, your fingers dug into his fur to hold on.

The beast whimpered when you touched him, and you properly got a look at him. Hulking and massive with red eyes that shone like a bright ruby. He was breathtakingly beautiful in a morbid way. A beautiful horror you couldn’t look away from.

You ran your hands down his arms, only then noticing that one arm wasn’t furry at all. It was metal, but the appendage had taken a beastly form too, so it suited the rest of him. It was his left arm, just like yours.

When your eyes met, the wolf thrust particularly deep, causing you to moan out. And you could swear there was almost a smile on his snout.

Resuming his brutal pace, the werewolf began fucking without resolve, like nothing more than an animal desperate for its primal release.

You had no choice but to hold on as he bit into your shoulder, holding you still like his prey as he panted and groaned, cock swelling bigger as he started getting rougher.

“Fuck! I can’t—“ A large paw covered your mouth, silencing any further words.

You were ready to keep protesting until the beast changed his angle, his sharp nailed feet digging into the dirt, and the bulbous tip of his cock pounding against your g-spot.

Stars burst behind your eyes, and your body began to shake uncontrollably from the absolute bliss that took over.

He didn’t stop. And before long, your toes began to curl as an orgasm approached.

Sensing your tensing body, the werewolf growled in your ear as if he was beckoning you to cum for him.

You let go, allowing the intense orgasm to wash over you.

Your sounds were muffled behind the man-beast’s paw as you came, your feet kicking at his back and ass as you shook. It was like nothing you’d ever felt before.

The wolf watched it all, drinking in the sight of you.

You felt the ridge at the end of his cock begin to get bigger, the ring of muscle catching at your entrance. It was a little painful as the knot pulled at your entrance with each feral thrust, but luckily the werewolf buried himself deep.

His pelvis ground against you as he whimpered and yipped.

An odd barked growl was the only warning you got before the knot swelled fully and plugged you.

The first shoot of cum entered you, and you moaned at how warm it was. Just like the rest of him. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself just to feel as you were filled with the seemingly never-ending stream of release.

The wolf moved his paw from your mouth, placing it on your belly where his seed was planted deep.

It gave you tingles, how his nails raked across your skin, not enough to cut but enough to leave marks.

He massaged your belly, causing some of the cum to seep around his knot, the pressure too much. You cried out, placing a hand over his to stop him. It felt odd.

The wolf looked at you, his head quirking and blood-red eyes narrowing. Was he insulted you tried to stop him?

“Mine.”

You were shocked at the deep timbre and surprisingly sultry tone of the werewolf. It was the first word he’d spoken, and it was enough to have your thighs clenching against his hips.

“It’s too much when you—“

“Mine.”

Alright. So he wasn’t a conversationalist. “Y-Yes. I got that bit. Uhm. Please don’t push on my—“

“Mine. Home.”

“Stop cutting me off— Wait. Home?” You asked incredulously, confused by the new word in the wolf’s vocabulary. But it started to make more sense when the man-beast picked you up, holding you to his chest as his knot kept you connected. He was taking you home.

He began walking, and you sighed at the sight of your clothes and Steve’s phone discarded in the mud.

So much for an escape.

“Do you have a name?” You conceded. If the beast was taking you home, the least you could do was know his name. Although, maybe he’d turn human again? What would he look like?

“Bucky.”

“Thanks for healing me, Bucky.” You murmured awkwardly, and the beast huffed in response. His knot finally let you go, so he moved you to his hip, carrying you like precious cargo even when his fur began to get wet with the cum that seeped from your core. “Do you know more than three words?”

“Mine. Home. Bucky. Mine.”

An amused snort left you. “That’s… not what I meant.”

You curled yourself into the werewolf’s fur. Despite the circumstances, he saved you. He made you feel good when all you’d experienced was pain and suffering.

For the first time in a long while, a smile graced your lips. This was undoubtedly a fate better than death.

“Pretty girl. Pretty smile.”

You glanced down, embarrassed from the compliment, just in time to see Bucky’s tail begin to wag. “So you do know more than three words.”

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