#soft dark steve kemp

[nickfowlerrr]

keep your heart open, i’ll keep mine open, too.

part one / part two

pairing: steve kemp x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. this is a dark fic. smut. normal steve kemp warnings.

words: 4.4k

notes: month late valentines “drabble”. one down, three to go 🥴. anyway, hope you enjoy. thanks in advance for reading 🖤 as always, comments and reblogs are always welcome and so appreciated!

“See, this is fun, isn’t it?” Steve smiled at you, the crinkles by his eyes deepening as he beamed.

You swallowed and gave him a small smile, nodding softly as you looked back down at the pizza dough he’d helped you knead. “Yeah, it is,” you agreed.

The counter was covered in flour as your formed and stretched dough sat waiting to be topped. Steve brought over the bowl of his homemade pizza sauce and offered you a spoon as he stood next to you.

“Just plop it on and spread it,” he smiled as he did just that to his own dough, looking over to you as you watched him smear the sauce around.

Taking a scoop onto your spoon, you mimicked him, spreading the sauce evenly. Just like frosting a cake, you smiled to yourself at the familiar action you hadn’t been able to do since Steve had gotten you here.

You’d missed this, baking, decorating, being able to lose yourself in the work. The simplicity, familiarity of it all. It was nice having a distraction. You didn’t have many of those here. You were always acutely aware of everything that was going on. Everything.

“Sweetheart?” Steve's voice cut through your train of thought, pulling you out of your head.

“Hm?” you hummed, having missed his previous question.

“Cheese?” he asked again, a smile playing on his lips but you could tell by the hard look in his eye he was concerned, wary of where your thoughts were trailing off to. Your eyes widened as you took a breath before forcing a smile on your face with a slight nod.

“Right, yeah,” you said, grabbing a handful of the shredded cheese from the bowl he set down. You sprinkled the shreds evenly over the sauce before grabbing a bit more for the bare spots.

“Okay, now for our toppings,” Steve announced as he turned to the small bowls of topping options he’d set out, sliding them down the counter closer to the both of you. You were glad to find he hadn’t set out any meat options in the bowls as you considered the choices. “Oh, I almost forgot,” Steve walked to the fridge, pulling out a small store bought bag of mini pepperoni slices, tossing it in his hand as he strode back to your side, “I bought these, too. Just for you.”

It was comical, really, his dedication to his “vegetarian” eating habits. No animals, just people.

He opened the bag as he looked at you, offering it for you to take. You stared at his hand a moment before he spoke again. “Come on, I know you like pepperoni,” he goaded.

“Thank you,” you said quietly, grabbing the bag from his hand. You placed only a few pieces on your pizza before discarding the baggy to the side. You went back to the plethora of veggie options laid out before you and continued topping your pizza until you were satisfied.

“Done,” you smiled, turning to see Steve’s. His pizza was much the same as your own, sans the pepperoni. “Oven?” you asked.

“Would you open it for me,” he said as he took hold of the peel your pizza was on, walking behind you as you went to open the door of the oven. The heat that greeted you as you pulled it open was a welcomed warmth. You used to hate the feeling, but in this moment, you bathed in the warmth the oven offered you, the warmth you had sorely missed. Moving aside, you watched as he slid your personal size pizza onto the rectangular pizza stone before he walked his own pizza over, placing it next to yours and then shutting the oven himself. He exhaled as he turned to look at you where you were now leaning against the counter.

“Now we wait,” he announced, walking closer to you before caging you in where you stood, his arms on either side of you as he gazed down. Your eyes met his and when they did he leaned down to place a gentle kiss against your lips. His hands went from the counter to around you as he pulled you against him. Your own hands came up to his chest, not exactly pushing him away, just touching him. When he finally parted from your lips, you were able to breathe again as you let your head drop, resting against him as your hands dropped in turn.

You felt his lips press against your head softly, his arms hugging you as you let yourself relax against him. “I love you,” he murmured. You squeezed your eyes shut at that, still not used to hearing it. Even after six months, it was jarring. Though you couldn’t deny you were getting more and more used to it with each day that passed.. “We’ll have pizza, you can pick a movie, and then I have a few more things planned for tonight,” he simpered, “a few gifts for you, too.”

You pulled away from him, grimacing. “Steve, you-”

“Ah ah,” he cut you off. “No objections. It’s Valentine’s Day. You’re my valentine, I want to show you how much I care for you. Besides, you’re gonna love them, I know you will,” he smirked, leaning down closer to kiss you once again. “In fact, I’ll show you your first gift now, since we’re already here.”

Your brows furrowed at that, but you followed him as he led you around the island to where the lower cupboards opened. He pulled the doors open and gestured for you to look. You eyed him warily before slowly squatting down to look inside. Your eyes rounded as you were met with a box labeled as a 15 piece bakeware set. Williams Sonoma, you breathed a soft laugh through your nose, nice. Your gaze flicked from the box, up to Steve as he smiled down at you.

“I have most tools you’d need already, but if you need anything specific, just tell me. I figured,” he offered his hand to you and you took it as you stood, “you could get back to baking. You’ve been so good, and I trust you. I want you to feel more at home here, I don’t want to have to keep you downstairs all the time. It’d be good for you to have more space, and ya know, get back to doing the things you love to do,” his hands were on your arms as he stared down at you adoringly, “I want you to be happier… You smile, but that glimmer in your eye is missing. I want it back,” he told you as he pulled you closer, bringing one hand up to caress your cheek. You blinked up at him, your hands coming up to touch his arm gently. Your lips were slightly parted as you nodded before you looked away.

“Thank you,” you breathed. “I do miss baking,” you admitted as you took a step closer to him, warily moving to wrap your arms around him, resting your head on his chest as you hugged him, lightly and cautiously at first before you melted into his warmth as he hugged you in return. “I think you’re right. It’ll be good, to be out here more. Be around you more,” you trailed off, hoping you said the right thing.

You could try and tell yourself it was just to make him happy, but there was some truth to it. You couldn’t deny that you did want to see him more. He had been around less and less the past few weeks and the solitude was going to drive you stir crazy. You hated being downstairs. Hated all the noises you couldn’t drown out no matter how hard you tried. It was quiet up here. Spacious, peaceful. And Steve was up here.

Missing someone and being dependent on someone are two different things. You tried to remind yourself of that when you’d get scared or lonely down in your room and would find yourself wanting Steve around, but the two ideas seemed to be blending into one another more and more lately. But you couldn’t try and hold onto that distinction. It made everything so much more difficult, harder to bear. Sometimes you had to drown yourself out, allow yourself to be comforted by him, to relax in this home with him. What other option did you have? Either way you were gonna go crazy and if you had to choose, you’d rather delude yourself than fall further into the sinking pit of despair that awaited you back downstairs.

“You’ve missed me?” he asked, simpering, his hands running up and down your back soothingly.

“Yes,” you murmured in response.

He pulled away from you then, his hand coming to your chin, tilting your face up to his as he smiled brightly. “Good,” his voice was deep, gravely as his eyes flitted from your own down to your lips. You leaned in before he did, your hands finding his hair, fingers threading through the brown locks as you pulled him closer, your lips pressing against his tenderly.

His hold on you was firm until you broke the kiss, taking a step back to breathe while lightly grabbing his hands in yours.

“I could.. I could bake something?” you offered, though you both knew it was more of a question, asking his permission while you worried your lip, looking up at him hopefully.

He squeezed your hand as he considered you for less than a second, “Tomorrow.”

You blinked and flitted your eyes away from his, “Okay,” you responded, giving a tight lipped smile and trying not to look so let down as you glanced back up at him. He brought up a hand to caress your cheek, “Tomorrow,” he reiterated, holding your eye as he spoke, “Now go make yourself comfortable, I’ll check the food and we can…” he trailed off as his eyes narrowed ever so slightly at you. You didn’t mean to but you stiffened a bit at the idea of him being around your food without you seeing him and what he was doing.

He huffed a laugh as he watched you, “Come on, you trust me, don’t you?”

You said nothing, just kept your eyes on him.

“Trust is a two way street, sweetheart. You still can’t trust me to bring you your food but you expect me to trust you to have free reign of the house?” Your eyes widened subtly at his words…free reign? “I thought we were finally getting past all of this,” he continued.

“We are,” you interjected, “I am,” you nodded. “I trust you. I do, I trust you,” you tried to assure him, though he only stared back in response as he assessed your reaction. “Steve,” you said more calmly, gentler as you worked to keep your voice even, “if you trust me,” you grabbed his hand and took a step closer to him, “I trust you.” A smile made its way to your lips as you now caressed his cheek in your soft palm, you pulled him a bit closer as you reached up to peck him on his other cheek. Without another word you turned around and made your way into the entertainment room. You glanced over your shoulder as Steve finally turned around and walked further into the kitchen to check on the pizzas.

You realized as you sat on the couch, Steve entirely out of view, that you’d do just about anything to not have to go back downstairs again. Other parts of your brain might disagree with your thought process, but you just couldn’t take it alone down there anymore. So if all you had to do, if all he wanted from you was trust, then that’s exactly what you’d give him.

—

You sighed as you let your head rest against the feather filled pillows on Steve’s bed. The king sized mattress was like heaven beneath you. The weight of the down comforter atop you was relaxing and the feeling of the warm material against your clean, soft skin was silky and soothing.

But it wasn’t just the bed that had you feeling so good, it was the fact that you felt just a bit more free. Less of a prisoner. The shadows and haunting sounds that crept into the room downstairs at night were nowhere to be found up here. Your eyes fell shut at the peace that encompassed you for the time being.

Steve’s second gift of the night, after you’d eaten your pizza and let him hold you while you watched a movie neither of you were truly interested in, was found upstairs. He led you up the steps and then into his bedroom where a small black bag was waiting for you on the bed.

“Open it,” he gestured to the bag with a turn of his head as he pulled you further into the room. You walked to the bed and the baby blue lingerie you found staring back at you after you’d looked into the bag had you swallowing hard.

Steve’s arms came around you from behind, his chin on your shoulder before he placed a lingering kiss on the delicate skin of your neck. “Can I take a shower?” you asked delicately.

“Yeah,” he answered, “yeah, of course. Just wanna show you one more thing.”

He led you to the closet, your brows furrowed in confusion until he pulled the doors open. You turned your eyes from the clothes to Steve as he smiled. “My clothes…” you said, throat tight. “How did you, uhm,” you stopped yourself from asking the question you surely knew the answer to. He’d taken your keys, purse, everything off of you, of course he had access to your apartment. “How long have you had them?”

“A while. I’ve just been waiting until I knew you were ready to bring you up here. This is where I want you to be, it’s where you belong. With me.”

-

There was a lot you could currently be losing it about, but you had decided earlier, under the heavy stream of warm water, that you just didn’t want to think about any of it. You were tired. You didn’t have the energy to be anything but accepting. Or maybe the better word was complacent.. You laughed a bit at yourself. It didn’t matter anymore. Who cares?

At the end of the day you were stuck here, simple as that. And Steve had said it himself, he wants you to be happier. You could do that, you tried to believe it though the pit in your stomach felt otherwise.

You startled as the blanket moved from around you, your eyes shooting open in surprise.

“Just me,” Steve soothed with a gentle touch to your arm.

“Sorry, I didn’t hear you,” you tried to explain away the flash of fear you knew he’d seen in your eyes.

“Lost in thought again, pretty girl?” he purred as he got on the bed and moved closer.

You covered yourself with your arms, trying to shrink in on yourself. He grabbed your arms and pulled them away from your body, pinning them by your head as he got on top of you. He tsked, clicking his tongue as he shook his head, “Don’t hide from me, baby. Don’t ever hide from me.”

He leaned down, taking your lips in his, kissing you fervently. He pulled away, letting his eyes drag down your body, smiling as he took in the blue lingerie. The embroidered lace and Italian silk looked just as beautiful on you as he had imagined it would. He slid his hands from your arms, letting his touch glide down your sides as he moved down your supine form. Your breath hitched, goosebumps rising under his attention. Smoothing his touch back up your waist, tickling you with his feather light graze, he kept on until he met your chest. He squeezed your breasts through the silk material of the bra, your nipples pebbling as he fondled you, before dragging his hands back down your stomach and finally hooking his fingers in the strings of the waistband of the matching panties.

Your hips raised without instruction as he slid them down, tossing them to the other side of the bed before he pulled your legs apart, his eyes dark and his gaze lecherous, but his touch still deceptively soft as his fingertips brushed up and down your thighs.

You watched him through heavy lids, your breathing a bit harder than normal as you waited in anticipation. Slowly he brought himself closer to where you both wanted him to be. You whimpered pathetically when you felt his warm breath on your glistening folds, and gasped again as his tongue dragged up your slit, moaning as he flicked it against your clit, playing you so perfectly. You couldn’t say you didn’t want it. In fact, you longed for it. Just to be able to revel in the pleasure he’d give you and forget about all the bad, forget where you were and why. To be completely uninhibited, at least for the time being.

Steve’s tongue was firm against your cunt as he continued lapping at you while you writhed under him. So much so that he had to grip your hip to keep you still while he worked on you. You exhaled sharply and made a strangled noise when he decided to delve into your slick entrance, working his tongue in and out of you as your fingers wound in his hair, urging him on.

He growled against you as he ate you out hungrily. His free hand came from around your thigh to your dripping entrance as he moved his mouth back to your clit. Two of his fingers played with your wetness before sinking knuckle deep inside of you, massaging you teasingly until he found your g-spot, rubbing repeatedly over the spongy spot in a come hither motion, coaxing you closer and closer to your high. You felt that ever familiar tightening in your lower belly, your walls clenching around Steve’s fingers greedily. Your eyes squeezed shut and you swore you saw stars as he sucked on your clit, your hand mindlessly pulling on his hair as you finally shattered. His name left your mouth repeatedly amidst your moans and hushed curses while you dissolved into pleasure beneath him.

He worked you through your orgasm before pulling away, licking his lips wolfishly as he leaned over you. “Good girl,” he purred, brushing his lips against yours. “Taste fucking amazing,” he continued before taking your lips in his hungrily, letting his tongue dip inside your mouth as you moaned.

Your eyes were closed again when he pulled away from you as you caught your breath, letting your body relax until you felt prodding against your folds. Your hazy eyes opened to find Steve between your legs again, his erect cock in his hand as he ran the tip of himself up and down your slit teasingly. You mewled as he rubbed at your puffy clit with the head of his dick, he was breathing heavily as he stared down at your already messy sex, a smug smirk on his lips before he lined himself up with your hole, pressing into you slowly, a shaky mewl leaving you on an exhale as Steve moaned at the feeling of your warm, wet walls taking him in. He leaned over you then, sliding deeper inside of you as he brought himself face to face with you, his eyes never leaving your own. He held himself up above you on one arm, the other holding your hip as he watched your face, loving the way your lips parted in a gentle “o” as he nestled himself inside of you. When his hips were flush against yours, his cock filling your pussy full, he rolled his hips against you expertly, earning a deep moan from you as he continued stoking the fire within you, sending sparks through you as he stimulated your clit with each roll of his hips, slow and deep strokes as you took every inch. You grabbed onto him, one arm around his back and the other finding his hair, pulling him closer to you as you hitched one leg around him, grinding up against him to meet his movements. “Yes,” your voice rose unbidden in a breathless moan. His face was in your neck, nipping and sucking bruises into the soft flesh as he fucked you. You babbled as he began pounding into you, the pressure compounding in your core. You were so close already. Steve moaned in your ear, praises grunted through grit teeth as he ground himself against you. You groaned, murmuring in pleasure as your foot flexed against his ass, urging him deeper. He was hitting all your sweet spots and you knew he knew what he was doing as he smiled against your skin when you mewled.

“Steve,” you moaned pathetically, “please, please, please,” you cried as your face screwed up in pleasure from his relentless thrusts. Your nails sunk into his back as your walls were snug around him.

“I know, baby, I know,” he cooed. “Feels good, huh. Always take me so well, sweetheart. Fuck, you’re squeezin me so tight,” he huffed, “Know you wanna come, baby, I know what you need. I’ll give it to you,” he promised with another roll of his hips as you arched into him with a strangled whimper.

His presence was suffocating you, his being nearly swallowing you entirely as you lost yourself to him - and you couldn’t bring yourself to care in the slightest. The sinful fullness in your core and the sparks that flew inside and all over you as he fucked you, playing your body perfectly, his whimpers and moans and curses sounding in your ear and floating along your skin, the feeling of his strong body against yours had you tumbling head first into your second orgasm as you held onto him for dear life, trying to keep him as close to you as you could in your euphoria. A high pitched gasp escaping you as your walls constricted around him, moans spilling from your lips as you milked his cock and he once again brought you over the edge. Electricity surged through you, you felt your nerve endings light up in pure delight as he kept his pace, only faltering for a moment but determined to prolong your pleasure for as long as he could manage.

“Ahh fuck,” he hissed as you clenched down on his cock, your legs twitching around him and heavy breaths falling from his lips as he puffed, trying not to lose himself just yet. “God, you’re so good,” he grunted, “so fucking good,” he praised as he rode you through your high, his thumb stroking your skin gently as he braced your hip. The stark contrast in his touch stirring something in you even as his hips began losing their rhythm as he chased his own high.

“‘M close, baby,” he whined. “Fuck, I’m gonna give it to you, gonna fill you so fuckin full of me.

Tell me you want it.

Tell me you fuckin want it,” he husked darkly.

“Want it,” you murmured. A low growl and a tight squeeze on your hip had you speaking up again.

“Please, Steve, I want it,” you keened.

The feeling of you squeezing him, holding onto him so tightly, your soft body pressed to his, your whines of pleasure filling the air and mingling with the obscene sounds of him fucking you, the way you moaned his name, all of it suddenly had his eyes screwed shut as he tensed, grunting and puffing as he shot his load, his spend filling you up as his cock pulsed inside of you. The deep, throaty growl he unleashed as he came sent an unexpected wave of arousal through you as he thrust into you once, twice more before he finally collapsed on top of you. Rolling over and taking you with him, you both worked to catch your breath as you came down. You laid your head on his chest as his hands ran soothingly up and down your skin. No words were exchanged from either of you as you laid there, only a content, satisfied sigh coming from Steve. When he finally pulled out of you, you could feel his spend sticky on your skin and grimaced at the feeling, gingerly moving to climb off the bed as you spoke.

“Is it okay if I use the bathroom?”

“Yeah,” he answered, getting up after you, “I’m gonna shower, actually.”

You didn’t say anything as he followed you into the bathroom, coming up behind you and letting his hand graze from your hip, along your back as he made his way further in to the shower. You stood in front of the mirror, just out of his sight, as you stared at the reflection you found there. It was you, but it wasn’t.. You found yourself tracing your figure, lingering on the imperfections that made you you, and then on the marks that were left on your body tonight. The light scratches, the soft bite marks, the subtle bruises you could feel forming even now.. Everything that made you his.

“Why don’t you join me,” Steve’s voice broke through your trance as you blinked away from the reflection. You knew it wasn’t so much an invitation as it was his way of telling you to join him. There was no room for argument so you made your way over to him. Stepping into the already steaming shower, the warmth was just as nice as the first time, the steady stream just as soothing. It was so easy to stop worrying - to not have to think. And as Steve’s arms wrapped around you and his head fell to the crook of your neck, peppering kisses along your skin, your lashes fluttered shut as you relaxed against him.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart,” he murmured against your skin before whispering a gentle “I love you,” against your temple, his lips pressing against you.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Steve,” you breathed.

Nearly an hour later, you found yourself back in his bed, being held in his embrace, nestled under the covers as you mindlessly nuzzled into his bare chest. It wasn’t long before you felt your eyelids begin to grow heavier and heavier, eventually fluttering shut.

Vaguely, you were aware that you were slipping completely, but it was too late to stop the fall. Not that you’d even dare to try. Not anymore.

[the-queen-of-hell-666]

Just Like Him

Kinktober 2024 - Day 23

Pairing: Dark!Steve Kemp x Innocent!Fem!Reader

Kink: Anal Sex

Word Count: 1700+

Summary: You can't help but fall for Steve's charm and maybe, just maybe, he's falling for you too. (Or Steve loves you cause you're just like him)

Warnings: DUB-CON/NON-CON, Dark themes, Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrom, explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected sex, anal sex, anal fingering, vaginal fingering, spit as lube, brief oral sex (f! receiving), allusions to multiple orgasms, messy sex, rough sex, d/s dynamics, biting, marking, obsession, slight degrading, slight breast play, choking kink, doggy style, nicknames (baby, little one, little slut)), sorta!soft!Steve, corrupted!reader

a/n: Here is Day 23! I know I'm a little late posting but my classes have been kicking my ass and I'm so freaking tired! I will do my best to post on time for the rest of this month!

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You’re not sure how long you had been imprisoned in Steve’s basement. All you know is that two women had come and gone from the cell next to yours. He had killed them and cut them up and sold them to the highest bidder. He hadn’t taken anything from you, though. He’s threatened to cut you up from time to time but he hadn’t tried to. You weren’t sure why he was so nice to you, in his own twisted way but he was nice. He brought you books, blankets, and sweet treats most of the times he came into your cell. While the other women were screaming when he went into their cell, you were giggling at some stupid joke he told you.

It was safe to say that you were, rather reluctantly, falling in love with the psycho. He was gentle when leading you to the bathroom for a shower, he respected your privacy, even if the cuffs stayed on, he gave you little freedoms. He treated you like glass even if he did smack you around if you pissed him off, but you rarely did that anymore. You found it nicer to just listen to him. 

You stared at the same landscape on the wall that was slowly becoming a part of your nightmares, but it was almost peaceful if you forgot where you were. You heard Steve’s heavy footsteps coming down the stairs and up to the cell next to yours and you could hear the sound of the plastic tray hitting the floor before the cell door closed, and he made his way over to your cell. You heard the telltale click of the lock and the door sliding open. 

Steve stepped into your cell with a garment bag and a tray of food, he locked eyes with you and gave you a dark grin. “Good morning, little one.” He hummed before setting the tray next to you, but your eyes stayed on the landscape. “I have a surprise for you.” He whispered and kneeled beside you and set the garment bag on the bed in front of you. 

You pulled your eyes away from the landscape to look him in the eyes, “Hm?” You hummed softly with a soft smile on your face. 

He chuckled at the sleepy look on your face, “I was thinking that me and you could have dinner tonight. I’ll make you something nice.” He smirked and caressed your cheek softly, you leaned into his palm, loving his kind touch. 

“Who will it be?” You asked already knowing that the dinner will have some form of meat that didn’t come from an animal. 

“Don’t know yet, but I can make you something else?” He offered and you smiled wider before shaking your head. 

“No.” You whispered looking down then up again, “I want to try it.”

He smirked wider and wrapped his hand around your throat and pulled you up to kiss your lips hungrily. He pulled away and rested his forehead against yours, “Naughty girl. I knew you were special.” He whispered and pecked your nose. “I’ll see you at dinner.” He smirked before leaving the cell. 

That night, you put on the red bell sleeved dress that he gave you. It cut up to your upper thigh and the sleeves billowed out like bat wings, and you wore small Mary Jane matching heels. Earlier that day, Steve had led you to the bathroom, and let you shower and shave before taking you back down to the cell. He left the cell unlocked but your cuffs were on and you walked up the stairs shakily. You followed the smell of food to find Steve in the kitchen, stirring a pot of sauce.

“Hello, little one.” Steve said with his back to you as you walked up to the counter and sat down on one of the bar stools. He had a charcuterie board set up with dried meats, assorted cheeses, crackers, and fruit. The board was in the shape of a heart, it was cute, a bit cheesy but you found it endearing. Steve walked away from the stove and over to you, he grabbed the chains from the floor and clipped them to the ‘D’ ring of your cuffs, locking them with a padlock. “Don’t want you running away.” He hummed and kissed your lips softly. 

You pulled away and looked up at him with doe eyes, “Don’t wanna run away.” You whispered as your fingers played with his sweater. “Want to stay with you.” 

He gave you a soft smile and caressed your cheek softly, “Good girl.” He whispered and pecked your lips before pulling away, “Eat some of the charcuterie, it’s delicious.” He smirked and grabbed a piece of cheese and meat and popped it into his mouth. 

You grabbed a cracker, a piece of cheese, and a piece of the dried meat. You stacked them on top of the cracker and ate it slowly, the meat melting on your tongue and the flavors exploding in your mouth, “Mm, that’s good.” You hummed and reached for another piece. 

Steve smirked at you as you ate some more of the meat and cheese, “I’m glad you’re enjoying it, little one.” He winked at you as you watched him move around the kitchen. 

After dinner, you and Steve were tipsy on wine and he led you to his bedroom. His lips on yours as he laid you down on the comforter, his strong hands gripping your waist and hips as he crawled on top of you. You moaned into his mouth, letting his tongue invade your mouth and your senses. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. 

His hands were slow as they undid your dress and pulled it from your body, leaving you in your panties. Your nipples peaked as they were exposed to the cool air of the room. He smirked and placed his hands on your breasts, his palms massaging your sensitive nipple. “So pretty like this, little one.” He hummed, plucking your nipples with each hand, pinching and tugging them softly, making soft gasps and moans leave your lips. You looked away as your cheeks flushed a deep pink, making him chuckle. “So shy. Keep your eyes on me, baby.” He whispered as his fingers continued their movements on your puffy nipples. 

You looked at him as he played with your body, how he wanted. You felt your cunt soaking your white panties, leaving a viable wet spot on the gusset of the fabric. You whined as he took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking softly and leaving a teasing bite on the bud. He pulled back and shucked his sweater over his head and tossed it away, revealing his bare chest to your hungry eyes. 

You moved your hands up to caress his taut abs and up to his pecs, “You’re so handsome.” You said softly as your eyes followed his happy trail to the hem of his pants. “Wanna see all of you, Steve.” 

He smirked and leaned down and kissed your lips as he undid his slacks and shimmed out of them leaving him in his boxers. “Sweet girl.” He purred and kissed down your neck softly. You moaned as he sucked and bit on your sensitive neck, biting hard enough to break the skin.

You hissed and pulled away and pressed a hand against your bleeding neck. “S-Steve?” You stuttered looking up at him, and he gave you a bloody smirk. 

“Just wanted a taste of you.” He smirked before kissing your lips again, the metallic taste staining your tastebuds. “Just relax, baby.” He hummed and rolled you over onto your stomach. He pulled your hips up to his face and he yanked your panties off, revealing your soaked core and your tight back hole to him. 

He lapped through your folds, moaning at your taste on his tongue. His hands spreading you further apart for him as he nuzzled deeper in your cunt. He moved up to lap at your tight hole softly, prodding it with the tip of his tongue. 

You were startled and tried to pull away, “W-what are you doing?” You asked in a nervous voice, as his hands kept you against his face. 

“Mm. Just getting you ready.” He hummed lapping at your tight hole, getting it sloppy for him before he pulled his face away and dragged his finger through your wetness, then slowly pushed it into your hole. You gasped at the sensation, never having anything in your back hole. “Sh, sh. I’ll take care of you.” He whispered as his thumb circled your clit steadily as he worked his finger deeper into you. 

He worked three fingers into your hole, making you cum once with the stimulation from his fingers stroking your walls and his thumb rubbing at your clit. You were a whimpering mess by the time he lubed up his cock and was working his thick length into your stretched hole. You cried out at the mix of pleasure and pain coursing through you as his cock manipulated and your walls to fit his cock deep in you. His thumb never let up on your clit, rubbing fast and tight circles on your sensitive bud. 

Your hole squeezed his cock as he started thrusting shallowly in and out of your ass, while he slipped two fingers into your dripping cunt. His free hand gripped your ass cheek, spreading it open so he could watch his cock, slide in and out of your hole. You gripped the pillows in front of you tight, moaning and whining with each thrust, him bullying his cock deeper into you. He spanked your asscheek once, then twice, and over and over until your ass was red and tingling with pain. The pain turned into pleasure as he sped up his thrusts.

His fingers curled up in your cunt, stroking your sweet spot slowly, making your thighs shake uncontrollably. You whined as tears fell from your eyes and down your cheeks, leaving wet tracks on your cheeks. He smirked and used his free hand to wrap around your neck and yank you up. The new position sliding him deeper into your asshole. 

“Mm, this is so much better than eating you. Fuck, you’re perfect for this. My little girl. So innocent.” He groaned as your walls gripped him perfectly. “But you’re not that innocent, you’re just like me.” He smirked and lapped at the bite on your neck as he squeezed your windpipe, cutting off your air flow, making you feel dizzy. “Perfect little slut.” He murmured against your skin. “I’m not letting you go anywhere. You’re mine.”

[the-iceni-bitch]

𝕴 𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉'𝖛𝖊 𝕶𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖎𝖙 𝖂𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖓'𝖙 𝖇𝖊 𝖄𝖔𝖚

𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝙺𝚎𝚖𝚙

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

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

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

Relationship: Steve Kemp x female!reader

Words: ~900

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[imyourbratzdoll]

Hi!! I’m in love with your writing, could I request a fic for Steve Kemp that he kidnaps Y/N because he obsessed with them not knowing the’re the same like him.

hi honey! thank you!

summary - steve becomes obsessed with you, and because he's too blinded by your beauty, he doesn't know you are just like him, maybe even better.

warning - stalking, slightly dark, kidnapping, hints of cannibalism, talks of men and women.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You were so beautiful, and Steve couldn’t just not have you. You were so soft and perfect the first time he saw you, better than any of the women he met up with and killed. His mouth watered at the thought of what you’d taste like. Would you taste sweet? Or would you taste salty? These thoughts corrupted him, nearly causing him to go insane, leaving him to now. Your goddess-like self was knocked out and tied to a bed in his basement. But not just any bed, no. You deserved the best quality, the finest of things. Steve had gone out and purchased a frame, a new mattress, silk sheets and soft pillows. He felt giddy as he sat in the chair in the corner, watching you. You looked perfect, even asleep. How was that possible?

He watches you wake with wide eyes, wondering if you’ll scream and cry like the other women. Maybe he’ll get to taste your sweet tears. Would you look as beautiful crying? His head tilts as you look around, unbothered as if you are bored, as if you’ve been through this before. “You’re not afraid?” His breath caught in his throat as you looked at him with those captivating eyes. You blink once and then again before tilting your head. Your gaze then moves to the bed, hands slowly moving through the silk and feeling it, your brows furrow.

“Hmm, I personally wouldn’t have given such nice things to my victims, but I guess men are different.” Steve’s mouth falls open, and his brows furrow as you turn and look at him with an emotionless look. You raise your own brow, questioning him silently. “I’m guessing this is your first time?” He slowly shakes his head, still confused because the times he has watched and stalked you, he never once saw you being like him. “Huh. This is all new.” You look at him with a slightly dark smile. “Did you do all this for me? Wanted to impress me more than the stalking you were doing?” Steve’s eyes widen even more, and you lick your lips, eyes moving up and down his form. 

“You knew?” As those words passed his lips, your eyes rolled, scoffing.

“Of course, I knew. A woman knows, Steve.” If it were possible, Steve’s eyes would’ve widened more. “It’s not safe for a woman to not know her surroundings. Men have proven that constantly.” 

“So… You’re like me?” He scoots closer, dripping with interest.

You hum, playing with the fabric between your fingers. “Sort of.”

He tilts his head, “What do you mean sort of?” 

You squint your eyes, nibbling on your bottom lip as you think. “I don’t go after women as you do. I like preying on the predator. It’s always fun and exhilarating when the men realise a woman has beaten them.” You play with the chain connected to your wrist. “See, that’s where you and I are different. You pray on women because they have been proven weaker against the male species, and I pray on the men because they are the stupider of the species.” Steve blinks in wonder, “It’s so easy getting a man to follow you home and do whatever you want with the promise of sex. No dates need to be planned because they’ve never needed to worry.” You smirk, giggling at the gobsmacked look on your captor's face.

“But, I caught you? You are locked in my basement because I beat you.” His head tilts again, confused.

“That’s what you think, my love. But, really. This was my plan all along.” The sound of the chains being undone cause Steve’s eyes to widen even more, watching as you stand from the bed, and fix your dress. “You’re lucky you didn’t ruin this. I just bought it.” You pout, looking at the man through your lashes. “Shall we play a game?”

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

A New Life 2

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: silverfox!Steve Kemp

Summary: You have an unexpected encounter in the park.

Part of the Silverfox AU

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

The chirping of birds and sway of leaves fades away. Silence. Stolid, buzzing silence. The sort that makes your ears hurt. 

Then heaviness. Your limbs feel like lead, your head is like a bowling bowl, and your bones ache. Your eyelashes part briefly before you force them shut. You don’t know this place. You can’t remember how you got there.

You try again, opening your eyes slowly as your head lolls to one side. Light casts out from beneath the scalloped edge of a lampshade, lending a soft hue to the space. You lay in a bed in a room you’ve never seen before. 

The walls are cream and across the pale hardwood is a rug in a rich shade of butterscotch. The furniture is well-made in a style somewhere between antique and modern. You shut out the space again as you think.

You remember the park, the gentle breeze and the smell of mud and grass. The air kissed your skin with a foreboding of rain as nature stirred all around. The memory of peace is a stark, unsettling contrast to your current disorienting confusion. You don’t know what’s going on but that is enough to scare you.

You push your elbows into the bed, lifting only your head and your chest first. The effort is enough to make you dizzy. The heel of your hand is tender. You look down at it and try to stretch out the pain. You groan and sit up, bending over your lap as you struggle to hold yourself straight.

You squeak as you find yourself in nothing more than your gray cotton underwear and your matching jersey bra. You drag your legs slowly towards the edge and fold over as your feet drop down toward the floor. You remember footsteps, harried and steady, and a shadow…

You grip the edge of the mattress and gather your strength. You slide forward until you're hanging off the bed, feet flat on the floor. You push yourself off, standing for a moment before your legs give out. Your shoulder hits the rug with a thump and you roll onto your back.

There’s something around your ankle. It’s just enough weight to be noticeable. You crane your head to look down, helplessly stranded on the floor. There’s a leather cuff around your ankle, attached to a chain that runs to an iron ring implanted into the hardwood. What the fuck?

Hinges groan and footsteps calmly pace towards you. You look up as a strange man looks down at you. You recognise him as the memory comes flooding back. An extended hand, a prick above your wrist, and the black speckling of consciousness. His blue eyes shine boldly, set off by the silver strands of his hair.

He tuts as he bends to pick you up. As he slides his arm under your back, you shudder and try to push him away. You’re too weak. He lifts you easily and sets you on the bed. He pulls over an extra pillow to prop you up against the pile. He fixes the strap of your bra as it droop then touches your cheek.

“You’re going to hurt yourself,” he warns, “I told you not to fight it, sweetheart.”

“Where…” The croak dissolves on your dry tongue.

“Let’s not worry about that,” he rests his hand on yours, “you remember my name…” He finishes with yours as he watches you expectantly. You frown, what was it? “Steve,” he provides and another bell rings in your head. “Where you are doesn’t matter, okay? This isn’t about that. This is about what you need.”

You swallow. Your mouth is painfully dry, your throat scratchy, and your head blaring. You slump further into the pillows. You want to fight but you just don’t have the strength. Your gaze falls to his hand, how his fingers stroke the back of it.

“You know, I need the same thing. We have a lot in common. I wouldn’t have chosen you otherwise,” he continues, “but… that’s a big conversation. One you’re not ready for yet.”

You murmur, unable to summon more than a sandy gurgle. He trails his hand up your arm and along your neck, sending another chill through you. He cradles your chin, his thumb stretches up to your cheek.

“Little steps. You start here. All I need from you right now is to rest. You gotta sleep off the last of the sedation. If you don’t, you’re going to get hurt.”

His hand continues to dabble on you, petting along your hairline, tracing your features as he considers you closely. He wears a dark blue pullover and faded black jeans. Despite his obvious age, he’s in good shape. Even at first glance, you can tell you’re at a disadvantage.

“If you can do that, then you earn a bath. We should get you washed up,” he caresses your cheek and down to your neck, “you took a bit of a tumble in the dirt.”

You drone into a cough. His hand curves around your shoulder and he squeezes. You stare at him, dumbfounded; by him, by this place, by everything he’s saying. You can’t quite process it all. Your eyes flit away as you look down at your ankle. He follows your gaze.

“Ah, that. Well, like I said. It will all come in little steps. You have to work up to that, sweetheart,” he slides his hand around the side of your head, tilting it back as he pulls you forward, “all you have to do for me is be good,” he places a peck on your forehead, “and you’ll see just how much I can do for you.”

He lays you back and rescinds his hand. He stands, the bed bouncing with the release of his weight. You grumble as he pulls the blanket over you, tucking it under your sides, his hands lingering along your silhouette. His brilliant blue irises once more set upon you as he gives a handsome smile.

“You do want to try to sleep,” he stands and reaches to shut off the lamp, “you’re going to need it.”

[sarahowritesostucky]

Ignore it if you're uncomfortable💕

Reader catching Steve eating um... "meat" or put suspicion on foods he cook cuz it's a little different from usual meat😔

Idk choose one or maybe both or maybe none

ANYTHING FOR STEVE KAMP I'M EVAPORATING RN

This will be a story told in infrequent, anachronistic snippets, as I love the story idea but don't really want to commit to another WIP. I hope you enjoy!

📖"Amuse Bouche"

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Steve Kemp x Reader

Tags: cannibalism, held hostage, basement wife, captor/captive, dark Steve

Summary: Amuse-Bouche (/əˌmuːzˈbuːʃ/; French; N.) : to delight the mouth.

You feel your ears buzzing as you sit across the island, frozen in place. The soft sounds of Steve's knife against the cutting board drumming in your ears inordinately loud, warring with the drum of your own thundering pulse. You lick your lips nervously, biting your tongue to keep from saying anything.

"Everything okay, Hon?"

You blink, startled out of your thoughts and surprised to find Steve staring at you from where he's working, his eyes boring into you, rather than the raw meat under his hand, the chef's knife in the other. Your heart pounds hard in your chest, and you're sure he can hear it, can tell exactly what you're thinking.

What are you thinking?

"Y-yeah," you stammer, forcing a smile. Oh god, he can tell. He knows what you're -

"Good." His smile is sweet and honest, unsuspecting, and he goes back to his work on the cutting board. You swallow, your mouth horribly dry. "Just hungry, huh?" Steve smirks down at his bloodied hands. "Really worked up an appetite this afternoon."

You chuckle nervously, shifting in place on the barstool. "Haha, yep. Yeah."

"Mm. Well I know how to fix that," he says. Eyes still on the meat.

You look down nervously to it again, and away again before he can catch you looking and see the thoughts going through your head. You avert your gaze around the kitchen. - the beautiful kitchen.

It'd seemed like such an easy mark. Middle of nowhere, no visible security. Single occupant who went away for hours at a time. It'd been easy to case. You'd thought you'd make out good on this one. Just one more job. A little more money to get you in a good spot. Then you'd go straight.

It hadn't worked out that way.

The links on your cuff make a quiet sound as you shift. You reach for your wine glass and take a big sip. It slides over your tongue in a burst of flavors: fruity and lush, decadent yet light. It's red wine, a Beaujolais, your favorite. Steve always pours it for you before dinner, and you always drink it as you watch him cook.

Lately you've been drinking it faster.

Your eyes are back on the bloody cutting board when Steve's amused voice jars you back to attention,

"Need another pour already?"

Your eyes jerk up to him in fright, and it must show on your face, because he sobers. "Hon? What is it?"

You fake another smile - something you've gotten quite good at, ever since you woke up one day in a carpeted cell. "Nothing," you assure him, batting your eyelashes and drinking the last few sips from your glass. You set it back down on the counter. "I think I would like some more, please."

Steve squints at you briefly, concerned, or maybe suspicious, but your smile seems to do the trick and he sighs good naturedly. "Okay, why not?" He sets the knife down on the cutting board and turns his back to you, going to the sink to rinse his hands. "I'm chilling a white for the main, and I thought we could have that honey wine with dessert."

"Oh." You can't keep your eyes off the cutting board - on the carefully trimmed hunks of meat that don't taste like anything you've ever had before ... and on the knife. "That sounds nice."

Steve chuckles. "My little woman loves her dessert wines."

You could reach it. It's within reach. If you just leant across the counter, you'd be able to -

Steve 's hand appears in your field of vision and you flinch. He's reaching to take your empty glass. He eyes you knowingly as he pours from the bottle of Beaujolais. You expect him to say something, but he just finishes pouring and slides the glass back across the countertop to you. "There you go," he says, staring at you.

You lick your lips and swallow heavily, feeling caught. He knows. "Thank you, Steve," you whisper.

The edge of his mouth twitches up. "You're welcome, Little thief."

Your guts churn at the words he's somehow turned into a term of endearment. Steve's no fool. He knew you'd look. He put the knife within reach to test you, and you've failed the test. Internally you sigh, and you meekly sip your wine. You've got a long time to go before you'll be able to get the better of him.

"What's for dinner?" you ask, resigned, eyes back on the mystery meat.

"Rosemary."

"What?" You look up at him, catching the tail end of something indecipherable in his eyes. "Rosemary?" you ask, heart beating faster.

"Mm." He nods and goes to pull something out of the fridge. He returns with a bundle of green herbs. Your shoulders slump. Oh. rosemary. Right. "I'm cooking it sous vide with herbs," he says, and starts plucking the needles off the stalk. "Rosemary, Thyme, bit of sage."

You nod vacantly, thinking of the Francisco Goya that Steve has hanging in the hallway: Saturn Devouring His Son. You used to appreciate his quirky taste in art, had planned to get rich off it. But now you're starting to suspect there's something else to it.

Still, you know it'll infuriate Steve if you refuse to eat the food he's prepared for you, so you focus on sipping your wine steadily, hoping to maybe get another pour in before the meal.

You don't ask what it is that he's cooking sous vide. But deep down, you think you know.

This has been a fill for: @badthingshappenbingo

Card: sarah-writes-stucky / sarahyellow

Square O4: Kidnapping

Masterlist

[thebluemage]

The Hills | Steve Kemp

Pairing | Steve Kemp x dark!reader

Warning | Explicit sexual content, 18+, smut, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, cyberstalking, hacking, gaslighting, dark web, black market harvesting, manipulation, mentions of canibalism, mentions of distributing of body parts, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of Stockholm Syndrome, dark themes, Steve Kemp (he's a warning on his own!)

Summary | You discover Steve’s dark secret but you still admire him for it.

Word Count | 3163

A/N | Here’s the next part to Obsession, enjoy! ❤️ Beta’d by the amazing @lunarbuck, but all mistakes are my own. Banner & divider made by @vase-of-lilies. If y��all enjoy it, leave some feedback, comment and reblog. I’d really appreciate it!! 💗

Taglist: @superdcchick @hallecarey1 @dangertoozmanykids101 @jobean12-blog @buckysteveloki-me @happydelightfulstrawberry @lovehotch87

First chapter | Series Masterlist | Masterlist | My Ko-fi

‘I only call you when it’s half-past five. The only time that I’ll be by your side, I only love it when you touch me, not feel me. When I’m fucked up, that’s the real me. When I’m fucked up, that’s the real me, yeah.’ - The Weeknd

A few days go by, and you can’t stop thinking about Steve. Between the back-and-forth texting, he is nice and funny, everything you could ever ask for. You’re absolutely smitten with him. Just as you pull your laptop onto your lap, you receive a text from Steve.

Hey, Angel. Want to meet up? 

Yes, of course! Are you calling me ‘angel’ now?

Oh, yeah! Unless, you want me to stop… If that makes you uncomfortable.

No, no, please. Keep going, I like that! 

Good, it’s a date! I will send you the address and time! I can’t wait to see you again! My angel.

He sends you the address that is located near the bookshop where you first met him, and it’s not far from your place. You decide to walk the distance there, which is just a few blocks away.

You walk into a warm and cozy cafe. The smell of coffee roams around the acoustic atmosphere of the place. It’s lovely. As you look through the crowd of people, you lock your eyes on Steve again. A smile spreads across your face.

“Hey there, handsome.” You approach the booth where he’s sitting. He stands up and greets you with a hug. “Hey, Angel.”

He’s wearing a soft brown sweater with black pants to complete the look. You wrap your arms around his body as you slide closer to him. His large hands touch your back while he pulls you into his embrace. The scent of his cologne infiltrates your nostrils as you smell his strong scent, a mix of a dewy scent of sage and bergamot. You never want to let him go, not ever.

“You smell nice.” You voice out when you sadly pull away from him.

“Thank you, Angel. You’re so delightful, and you look beautiful as ever.” He compliments  as he takes another look at you, roaming his eyes on your body. “Magnificent.”

Steve is utterly fixated on you. He can’t believe that he has found someone as heavenly as you are. Ethereal yet tangible, wholesome yet sinful to his desires. He only wants more of you with each passing second, he wants to know what you feel like wrapped around him as he rampantly thrusts into you. Fire arises when you look at him, as if you can see right through him. He can’t wait to take a bite out of you.

“You flatter me, Steve.” You reply to him, when you avert your eyes back to Steve, becoming aware of his intense gaze on you. Your eyes connect together, and you feel a spark igniting in your gut.

“It’s the truth.” He states as his stare lingers on. You couldn’t look away from him, afraid to lose this sense of coming home.

“Uhh, let’s sit down.” He takes your hand and maneuvers you into the booth. He takes his place with you sitting next to him.

“So, here come the awkward questions,” he declares while he laughs a bit. 

You tell Steve some basic information about yourself as he listens intently. You don’t want to reveal everything about yourself to him as you feel apprehensive about opening up, so you improvise a generic white lie.

I won’t tell him about my job and about my hacking skills. Maybe I can do more damage and use it to my advantage. 

You tell him a different job occupation and he nods notably.

A waiter comes to your booth to take your orders and leaves quickly, hurrying to the next customer. Several minutes later, another waiter comes with your orders.

“So, what brings you to town, Steve?” You ask him as you tilt your head curiously.

“My second residency.”

“Nice. I can imagine many women would line up just to get a procedure done by you.”

“Not that many, if I’m being honest. Most women that come to me want to change their physique. You have the occasional boob job, tummy tucks.” He plucks a red cherry out of the cup and pops it in his mouth.

“And butt lifts.” You finish for him with a smile.

“Yeah, that too,” He chuckles knowingly.

“Do you have any social media, perhaps?” You ask him as you take your phone out of your bag to search him online.

“I don’t have any.” He shakes his head immediately.

Hmm, strange. 

“Instagram?” You question, persisting on answers as you move closer to him.

“I don’t feel like sharing things about my private life.”

“Okay, that’s valid.”

“What about Twitter?” You continue the questions as you bring your body forward to him and lean your head against your hand for support. He takes a few sips from his drink, taking his time to answer.

“No. Does anyone have anything smart to say on Twitter? No way.” 

“How am I able to contact you more easily? If not via social media, and only texting?”

“I don’t know, you can always send me a letter the old-fashioned way,” he suggests jokingly, as you laugh at his witty comment. He looks up at you, and something mischievous glimmers through his eyes while he smiles at you. 

“What?” You ask him when he keeps staring at you, taking a glimpse at your mouth.

“You have such a beautiful smile.”

“Thank you, Steve. You’re so kind.”

The afternoon progresses to evening, and you and Steve lose track of time. When Steve goes to the toilet, you decide to peek into his wallet that he left behind. His ID card  presents a different identity than what he alluded to. His actual name is Brendan Steven Kemp. 

Huh. Should keep that in mind. What secrets are you hiding, Steve? No social media? Come on now, what doctor doesn’t have a social media of their own?

Before he comes back, you take a picture of his ID card from both sides for later search purposes and neatly put it back into his wallet. Between laughter and regular flirting, you both seem to be in a trance-like state, together in your own little bubble. The tension builds up between you and him; it’s undeniable. As soon as you two walk out of the cafe and walk the short distance to your apartment, the attraction is palpable.

“Fuck this.” You approach him and close the space between you and him. You grab his face and crush your lips onto his with a passionate fire.  

Steve immediately reciprocates and kisses you back. His mind races due to his own duality for you. He must have you. You moan when you feel his tongue sliding into your mouth, clashing onto yours with wild abandon. Steve is enticed by you while he roams his hands all over your body, like a madman. Overwhelming and hot. When you open your apartment door, you both storm through it. When your back hits against the wall of the tiny hallway, you start to pull your jacket off, and let it fall to the floor.

He pulls away slightly to catch his breath and looks at you through gentle eyes while cradling the sides of your face. “Maybe we’re going too fast.”

Oh. That’s the first time. Why is that?

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to rush into it, we can slow down if you like.” You start to back away from the wall when Steve moves away from you, contemplating on what to do. You pick your jacket from the floor and neatly hang it to the coathanger.

“Uhh, do you want something to drink?” You ask him as you go further into your living room, going towards the kitchen. Steve runs a hand through his hair before scratching his forehead with his thumb as he watches you intently and doesn’t respond. He looks away for a second before you continue.

“Or eat?” He looks straight at you with a wild look again, as if he changed his mind again. 

Steve can’t let you go, no matter what. To him, you feel like a necessity, a longing that he hasn’t felt in ages, similar to the longing that he only has when he eats his type of meat. It’s inexplicable and indescribable. You’re the quintessential person of his desires. He lets himself fall on your couch when he sighs and directs his gaze to you again, almost pleading and hopeful. 

“Just you, Angel.” He gets out of the couch and makes a beeline straight toward you, grabs your face, and pulls you into him, pressing his lips hard against yours. Your breath catches in your throat while you place your hands on his head. A whimper slips past your lips as you’re unable to resist your longing for him.

You greedily touch Steve’s body wherever you can as you guide him to your bedroom. Every touch makes you crave him more, your thoughts whirl around in your mind at a rapid pace. He groans and moves the hand to cup the back of your neck and deepens the kiss, spearing his tongue in your mouth. Your nipples harden and your pussy clenches the longer Steve kisses you. You lay on your bed and start to undress all of your clothes quickly while Steve does the same, staring at you with a hefty and lewd gaze glimmering through his eyes. 

He climbs on top of you as he hovers his body over you while he stares passionately; his cerulean eyes growing darker by the second. He can’t believe your beauty, a stunning sight before his own eyes as if you’re a celestial being. He slowly moves his head down and starts to kiss you deeply again.

“I want you, my love,” he muses out hoarsely. He’s breathing just as harshly as you are.

“I’ve wanted you for days. Ohh!” You exclaim when Steve cups your breasts in his hands and molds your flesh before he pinches and plucks at your nipples, sending shivers up your spine.

“Hmm, you’re so responsive to me. Good girl.” He utters out seductively. He takes one of your breasts to his mouth and laps at your nipple with his tongue while flicking the other with his hand.

“Oh, fuck!” You announce as you close your eyes at the way Steve’s salacious tongue swirls around your sensitive nipple. He hums with how your soft skin feels to him, savoring every inch of you; his hands making their way to your aching core. 

“Let me worship you, angel. I need to taste you now.” He rasps out, with urgency in his voice. He makes his way down while he gently bites into your skin, leaving red marks on the surface. He sets himself between your thighs and bites into each of them.

“Oh, fuck Steve!” You moan as your face contorts with pleasure as he suddenly shoves his face right onto your heat.

“I’m going to ravish you until you’re not able to utter a single word.” His dark cerulean eyes pierce through you as he hums. “And you’re going to be mine.” The feeling of his tongue going through your slit makes your back arch from the bed, and you moan out his name.

“Please, Steve! I– I’ll do anything!” You plead through jagged breaths while he deliciously defiles you. He wraps his arms around your thighs, holding you firmly into place. He gives you long strokes, capturing every bit of essence you have. He sucks and laps your wet slick up with his mouth as if it’s the last drop of water he’ll ever drink in his life. He’s enticed by your taste, and he can’t wait until his cock is deep inside of you.

“Aahh! Steve!” You wail as you grasp a handful of his luscious hair and pull it. He groans, sending surges of lightning over your body. Your hips buck up as your body quiver underneath him, taking in all the bliss until you feel one of his fingers prodding into you, seeking entrance to your wet and aching pussy.

“Oh fuck!!” You exclaim as you arch your back from the bed while you hear the muffled groans of Steve underneath you. In one swift motion, he delves two fingers into your slit. A coat of your slick envelops his fingers as Steve licks ferociously on your clit.

“Come for me.” His sultry demand comes out low and husky as if he’s trying to contain his never-ending lust for you.

Your hips buck as your head falls onto the pillow from beneath you, when your eyes roll back into their sockets. You feel yourself come undone for him as your walls squeeze around Steve’s digits. 

“Aaaahh, Steve!!”

“Good. Good girl.” He ushers to your cunt as his strokes lightly decrease. He licks your wetness up with his tongue, and he hums out delicately.

“Hmm, you’re so exquisite.”

“T–thank you, Steve.” 

Your chest heaves heavily up as you gradually catch up your breath. He picks up your body tenderly and lays you gently next to him, wrapping his arms around your waist. You still feel his erection against the lobes of your ass.

You turn your head in his direction with a questioning look.

“Huh, and what about you?” You look at him, confused yet still dazed from your ravenous orgasm.

“Shh, sh, don’t worry about me, I just want to be close to you, skin-to-skin contact. This night was about your pleasure, not mine,” He simply answers. “Go to sleep, my Angel. You deserve to be well rested.”

Your eyes begin to feel heavy as the dim night light protrudes from the curtain of your window. You lift your arm and wrap it around his chest, pulling yourself more into his embrace. 

“Okay, Steve.” You softly accept his demand as your mind dwindles away from any worries. Steve sighs peacefully in return.

“Goodnight, Steve.”

“Goodnight, my Angel.” It’s the last thing you hear before your eyes drift to a close, and you fall into a deep slumber.

The next day stumbles in slowly, with the sunlight peeking through the curtain. Rays of sunshine fall upon your face, enveloping you in warmth. Your eyes open slowly, and you’re in Steve’s arms. He’s still sleeping peacefully when suddenly an alarm starts to go off. Steve opens his eyes rapidly and checks the clock, he hurriedly gets out of bed.

“Oh, fuck. I totally forgot the time,” He says when he starts to dress up in his pants again before taking his shirt off the ground. “My shift at the hospital starts in thirty minutes.”

“Oh, what hospital do you work at?” You ask innocently.

“St. John’s Hospital,” He answers while he pulls his shirt over his head. “My first procedure starts in an hour. A patient is going to be very happy with their boob job.” He continues.

“Well, they’re in good hands with you.” You affirm encouragingly. You hoist yourself up from the bed in a sitting position. 

“Why, thank you. I'll see you tonight, Angel.” He takes your hand in his and kisses the top of your hand gently. 

“That’s alright, have a good day at work, handsome.”

“I’ll be thinking of you,” He softly intones when he’s all fully dressed and gathering all his belongings. “See you later, Angel.” And with that, he leaves through your apartment door. 

You squeal cheerily as you start your daily morning routine. Once you’re dressed and finished eating, you think you should do research on ‘Steve’. You want to know everything about him, so naturally, you take up your laptop and place it on your island and decide to do a simple search on Google. The only results that come up are from his reconstructive surgery website and a few articles that he wrote but there’s something else too, another result, a woman named Ann Kemp. 

Out of curiosity, you click on the link. And it redirects you to a Facebook page of a blonde-haired woman with a picture of her family standing in front of a house. And there he is, Steve, standing and smiling with his family. He has a wife and a dog. Ann is holding the dog on a leash. You can’t help but to take another look at the woman, there’s something off about her, but you can’t exactly pinpoint it. You zoom in on her, looking at her hand, and you notice she’s wearing a wedding ring on her left hand. 

You should have known that he was married. He’s too good to be true. You take a different approach with your searching. Since you're a talented hacker, you know your way around technology and the mechanics of it. You pull up a more advanced browser that can search literally anything related or attached to that specific name, word or thing.  The general public would know that browser and use it to go on the Dark Web. You have a program installed, so your IP address isn’t trackable. You remember having a picture of his ID with his real name on your phone. So, you take your phone out and look into it and you type in his name ‘Brendan Steven Kemp’. Up come a thousand search results from the normal search results of ‘reconstructive doctor' to a much sinister, more disturbing and shocking result.

There’s a business. The logo contains a white background, and a red logo of a head of a goat with a snake eating itself around it is displayed. You click on the logo, and it redirects you to a website. To your horror, you come to find that Steve practices in the most inhuman activities ever done. He harvests human meat and sells them on the dark web. And here you are, looking at his webshop. The various ‘products’ are listed by mainly female names. There’s a hand that goes by ‘Hope’, and the description is ever so horribly detailed as if it is a delicacy. With a price tag of thirteen thousand dollars!!

I knew it!! You have a wife!! I have to get out her of the picture, though. I can’t have her orbiting around you like some lost puppy dog. I can’t have that, Steve. There’s also something wrong with her, and how did you meet her anyway? Let me guess, you probably kidnapped her too, and she got Stockholm syndrome as a result.

You immediately go to work with it and pick through his encrypted layers of codes, and when you finally reach the barrier, you unlock the access. With ease, you gain access to his illicit webshop. With another set of difficult codes you shut off his website, and everything turns black.

So, that’s why you’re so private, Steve. You have a wife and are a cannibal. Being able to kidnap dozens of women, probably mutilate them, so as to keep them alive until there’s nothing left, consume them, and ultimately kill them to sell them. And I thought so highly of you. Are you going to do the same to me? Only one way to find out, I guess.

[buckets-and-trees]

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[theinheriteddutchess]

First Christmas

Summary: A perfect Christmas dinner needs planning

Pairings: dark!Steve Kemp x female reader

Warnings: 18+, implied non-con, implied cannibalism, implied abduction, overal if you don't like creepy things stay away, but it doesn't get graphic anywhere.

(notes: this is something that came to me this morning, and while I know it's not for everyone, I hope some can still enjoy it. Un-beta'd, still figuring Tumblr out, also haven't seen the movie😌)

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He placed the star on the top of the tree and took a step back to look at the result.

Perfect.

He mentally went over the list he had made; washing the plaid he placed on the couch so it was fresh and soft, check.

His favorite cd in the cd-player, check.

The Christmas tree decorated, check.

He heard the ping of the oven, indicating the roast was ready. Perfect. On time, like he had expected. It still made him smile that he was correct in his planning.

There was only one thing missing though. The main guest of the evening.

His heart beat just a little faster thinking of her, while he walked to turn the oven off, and let the door of it slightly open to not let it cook further and overdo the meat. It smelled amazing. It looked amazing too. The roast browned but not burned, the potatoes next to it looking crispy and golden. And dessert…well, dessert would also be going to plan if he had a say in it. He was sure he could convince her.

He walked out of the room and towards hers. Knocking softly, calling out her name. He heard stumbling, but the door didn't open yet. So he opened it for her, maybe it was still difficult for her. He popped his head in.

“There you are. You ready for dinner?”

She didn't answer, barely looked at him, but he helped her get up off the bed and looked her up and down, smiling widely. “Look at you! You look beautiful. I knew that dress would fit you, but it's exceeding my expectations. Honey, it's going to be an amazing night.”

He kissed the top of her head, smelling her hair subtly, his favorite scent in his nose warming his chest. She was so beautiful. He was a lucky man.

He helped her get to her seat, slowly making progress because he couldn't help letting his hands wander over her hips and back. Not too much, food was waiting for them and he wanted her to enjoy it. He put a lot of effort in it!

She sat down carefully, fixing the skirt of her dress so it covered her knees.

He grinned down at her. “You're going to love this.”

He turned to get the roast out of the oven, the dish still steaming with heat and the smell mouth watering when it got to his senses. He placed it in the middle of the table and heard her let out a sob she was trying to surpress quickly.

“I hope you'll enjoy it, honey,” he looked at her with a warm smile. “First of many Christmasses to come. Here's to us!”

He handed her a flute of champagne and she took the tiniest sip. 

As he picked up the meatfork and knife, he watched the tears fall down her face as she silently cried, and looked at anything but what he was doing.

“You get the best part, of course, you deserve it,” he placed a portion of neatly sliced pieces on her plate and watched her. “Go on, try it.”

She shook her head and his face dropped for a second. “Now don't be difficult. We were going to have a great time. I am going to give you a beautiful gift afterwards, and all I ask is for you to eat the food I lovingly made for you.”

With trembling hand she lifted her fork and cut off a piece, the tears now falling in streams down her cheeks, as she put a tiny amount in her mouth and chewed. He saw her trying not to throw up and only barely succeeding. As she opened her mouth to show him it was empty, he smiled warmly at her again. Sitting down and filling his own plate, he put a much bigger piece of the roast in his mouth and chewed, humming appreciatively. “God, this tastes amazing.”

He ate further while she was picking her food. He didn't mind, she had tried, and he was proud of her. He knew things were hard for her now, it would take more time to get used to the situation. But she would. And it's not like she could run. It was hard to, with only one leg, after all.

As he finished his plate, he sat up straight, looking at her with eyes half-lidded, appreciating the pretty picture in front of him.

“So are you ready for dessert?”

She pursed her lips and spoke softly, hesitantly. “I thought you were going to give me a gift?”

He grinned. “And I will sweetheart. I thought we could combine it. Imagine our baby at this table next year.”

She froze and he got up to walk towards her. Placing a firm kiss on her trembling lips, he whispered softly: “Merry christmas, Darling!”

[nickfowlerrr]

make the pain go away

GIF by steve-kemp

pairing: dark!steve kemp x curvy!reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader, mention of dark!stucky x curvy!reader.

warnings: steve's raging odaxelagnia. p in v smut. mention of blood. m receiving oral. “puppy” as a pet name . 18+ only. dark dark dark. if i'm missing something that needs to be tagged, please let me know!!

words: 1378

notes: this was supposed to be a smutty steve drabble. i genuinely do not know what happened or how it turned into this. i'm not saying it's part of fawn, but it can definitely be read that way. 🫣

thank you in advance for reading. as always, comments and reblogs are more than welcome and so appreciated. let me know if you enjoyed this. 🖤

You hiss pathetically as you feel his teeth digging into your soft thighs. Your eyes squeeze shut as you fist the sheets beneath you, doing your best to resist the urge to push at his head, to get him away. You know better. Your knees are both bent up, you feet flat on the bed as Steve lays in the space between your legs. His hands are wrapped around your thighs as he keeps you close and in place, his long fingers digging into your plush flesh as he squeezes you.

You breathe out heavily, sighing into the feeling. You can feel Steve's smirk as he hears it as a moan. God, maybe it was.

His tongue lavishes the spot where he bites before he sucks harder. He lets go after a whine escapes you and your legs twitch.

He kisses his mark on you softly, the indent of his teeth branding you. Just the way he likes. The pain twists to pleasure as he licks the bite mark, long and slow, savoring the taste of your skin. He hums his delight, his nose nuzzling along your thigh and the feeling sends a wave of arousal through you, your body tingling as heat burns under your skin.

He moves up your thigh, his tongue dragging along your sensitive flesh as he does. He is closer now to where you need him to be, but not quite there yet.

"Doing so good," he praises, voice low as his fingers tickle your thighs with his light squeeze of satisfaction.

You suck in a breath as you prepare for his next bite. You want to scream as he bites down harder this time. Your inner thighs, as sensitive as they are, are already marked from his torment. The feeling of your blood warms your skin and it could sicken you how normal that feeling has gotten.

It was scary the first time he broke skin, you had cried but Steve took care of you after. And he has every time since.

He's here to take care of you, that's what they say, that it's his job. It hurts at first, but he'll make sure you're better in the end.

Steve's teeth let go of your flesh before he licks the wound and crawls a hand closer to your cunt. You're so caught up in the pain of his marking and the pleasure of his fingers finally touching you where you need it, you stop thinking completely.

The fingers of his left hand play with your clit teasingly as his right hand holds you thigh and allows himself all the room he needs as he mouths at and kisses the marks he's left. It's primal and yet you can still feel the restraint he uses. He could tear you apart if he wanted to...if he was allowed to.

Your eyes are screwed shut as his fingers move faster and he sucks on your blemished thigh. You're not thinking as you wind a hand in his hair.

Steve moans at the feeling of you gripping onto him, but that sound is overshadowed by the deep growl that emanates from across the room.

Your eyes shoot open as a chill runs through you, goosebumps raising on your skin.

"Don't fucking touch him," Bucky barks the rule as his icy blue gaze burns you.

You let go of Steve immediately, snatching your hand back as you look over to Bucky. Your eyes are filled with your apologies and an unspoken plea for forgiveness.

He leans further back into his chair, his hands on his thighs as he sits with his legs spread wide, his eyes hard as he watches on.

You can see the tightness of his dark jeans as his own arousal is evident through the fabric.

You suddenly feel Steve tongue as he licks along your cunt, spreading your wetness with his saliva. You lips part on a startled moan but you don't dare to look away from Bucky.

He's amused now as he huffs a laugh at you. He stands slowly before he walks over to you, neither of you breaking eye contact.

Bucky bends over the bed to be face to face with you while Steve buries himself in your cunt.

"You have something you wanna say to me, sweetheart?"

You're struggling to stifle your moans as Steve eats you out, completely ravishing you. You open your mouth and a soft gasp of a moan tumbles out as you continue looking at Bucky, "I-" you inhale sharply, once again fisting the sheets rather than Steve's hair as he licks and sucks on your sensitive clit. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Bucky," you manage to get out.

Bucky pats your head, tilting his as his lips quirk up in a smirk. "I'm sure you are, puppy."

You hear the buckle of his belt as he undoes it with one hand himself, still refusing to look away from him. Then you hear the zip of his jeans before he pushes them down some. He backs away briefly as he stands up and you finally let your eyes leave his as you look down; you watch him pull his stiff cock from his pants before he pumps himself once, twice. Your thighs twitch again and your hips threaten to buck off the bed in search of more pleasure from Steve's mouth as you writhe.

"Be a good girl and show me how sorry you are while Dr. Kemp finishes your check up."

He lifts a knee onto the bed and your turn your head further to him as Steve slips two fingers into your wet pussy, paying no mind to Bucky as he enjoys himself. You move as the bed does as they both rearrange themselves. Steve pushes down his pants before lining up his throbbing cock to your tight hole.

"Open, " Bucky orders. You do as he says. Obedient, as you always are. You stick your tongue out as Bucky guides his thick cock to your mouth. Tapping his tip on your tongue before sliding into the warmth of your mouth. You moan pathetically around him as Steve finally pushes into you, your velvety walls squeezing him tight in your pleasure and earning a throaty groan from him as he rocks into you. "Still so fucking tight," he grits out, his large hands gripping your soft waist as he begins fucking into you. Slow at first, but moving faster, keeping long strokes.

You suck on Bucky's cock just the way he likes and his moans are as much a relief as they are delightful, each noise that escapes them both sending more heat to your core.

"Fuck," Bucky pants a laugh, "you've missed having two cocks inside you at once since Stevie's been away, haven't you, sweetheart?" he taunts as he holds your head. "Don't worry, doll. He'll be back soon. Then maybe we'll see how much you like getting fucked by three at once."

Your walls tighten despite yourself as you take in his words and Steve fucks into you harder, "She likes the idea already," he grunts, not holding himself back as he has his way with you.

"Yeah? You think you can take it, baby?" he asks. Bucky thrusts into your mouth to punctuate his question as you garble around his length and he holds himself there as you struggle to breathe for the moment. He finally lets up and you sputter, drool dripping from your lips and down your face as you suck in a breath before he slides back into your wet mouth, letting you lick his cock before allowing you to guide your own movements once again as you continue sucking him off.

You gingerly reach a hand up to grip the base of him, pressing on his pelvis and he groans lowly at your touch, leaning closer into you. Your tits are bouncing with Steve's thrusts as Bucky admires the way your body moves between the two of them. He grabs one of your full breasts and kneads the flesh in his hand, groping and squeezing you before he rubs his thumb over your pert nipple. He hears your moan despite his cock filling your mouth and does it again, smirking. "Always such a good pup."

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

Spooky szn is over 🎃 hello November ✨ I tried my best to keep up with kinktober reading but you lot are too talented! Anyway, enjoy perusing everything I read throughout October. As always please give these gorgeous fics and their even more gorgeous authors the love they deserve by reblogging 🖤 the majority of fics contain adult themes and are 18+ only and you are responsible for your own media consumption.

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Eddie Munson x reader

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Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Bucky Barnes ✨

Feelin' gourd by @jobean12-blog

Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

Within' you by @navybrat817

Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Fear and degradation by @groubee

rockstar!bucky barnes x innocent!female reader

Yes chef! by @sunshine-on-my-mind

Chef!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Though I have never read it by @tuiccim

Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

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Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

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Bucky Barnes x reader (Vampire AU)

Joel Miller ✨

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Pre!Outbreak Joel Miller x reader

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Serial!Killer!Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

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vampire!Lee Bodecker x reader

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Andy Barber x Female Reader

Joaquin Torres ✨

Drunk on you by @moonlight-prose

joaquín torres x f!reader

Steve Kemp ✨

You by @shadeysprings

Art Collector!Steve Kemp x F!Reader

Steve Rogers ✨

The red woods by @navybrat817

Lumberjack!Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Ransom Drysdale ✨

Meet your match by @dreamlessinparis

Dark!Serial!Killer!Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader

Kinktober ✨

Mob!Bucky's kinktober honeymoon by @writing-for-marvel

Kinktober 2023 by @lunarbuck

The witching hour by @flordeamatista

[cockslutpadalecki]

Lisa’s 2022 Reads Masterlist

I sincerely failed in trying to read 2,022 fics and I definitely didn’t read as much as I would’ve liked, but I’m still proud of myself what I did manage to achieve! I was going to make masterlists for each month, but I think we’re beyond that now so... have an epic one instead.

I am not responsible for the content you choose to consume. Please heed all warnings, pairings, tropes before you proceed. Don’t send hate to any authors for mistakes YOU make in choosing to sideline warnings and reading a story that is going to make you feel uncomfortable. Be mindful that most of these stories are more than likely 18+ so no minors.

CHRIS EVANS CHARACTERS

⤞ STEVE ROGERS

@boxofbonesfic; ✿ Memento ✿ Yes, Headmaster ✿ Office Hours ✿ Down In The Dark ✿ Last Laugh ✿ Something Blue ✿ Bakers’ Dozen ✿ Bitten ✿ Rumination

@straywords; ✿ On The Rocks ✿ Show Some Respect ✿ Jitters Series ✿ Tight Until It Snaps ✿ A Taste ✿ Unholy/Sin On Your Tongue

@princessmisery666; ✿ Drinking Alone, Together ✿ Sundress

@darkficsyouneveraskedfor; ✿ Merciless ✿ Book Smart

✿ Sweat And Sacrifice (2) (3): @lokislastlove

✿ Fragile - Time’s Up: @syntheticavenger

✿ Sex Tape (2) (3): @fictional-affairs

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⤞ ARI LEVINSON

✿ Good: @nocturne-pisces​ ✿ New Hire (1) (2): @boxofbonesfic​ ✿ Our Little Secret: @straywords

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⤞ LLOYD HANSEN

@angrythingstarlight; ✿ Don’t Look ✿ If You Want It So Bad

@charnelhouse; ✿ Mirror ✿ You’re Not Cinderella

✿ Sad Girl: @onsunnyside

✿ Diabolical Dealings: @lokislastlove

✿ Side To Side: @labella420

✿ Grand Finale: @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

✿ Boring, Boring, Boring: @rustytricycle​

✿ Come To Daddy: @straywords

✿ Thanks For The Invite: @syntheticavenger

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⤞ RANSOM DRYSDALE

✿ Nocturnal (3): @syntheticavenger​ ✿ The House By The River: @darkficsyouneveraskedfor​ ✿ Yesterday’s Dream, Today’s Nightmare: @late-to-the-party-81

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⤞ ANDY BARBER

@darkficsyouneveraskedfor; ✿ What Could Be ✿ If It’s Only A Fantasy, Then Why Is It Killing Me?

✿ Cruel Daddy Series: @onsunnyside

✿ The Perfect Man: @targaryenvampireslayer

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⤞ CURTIS EVERETT

✿ Together Forever: @syntheticavenger​

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SEBASTIAN STAN CHARACTERS

⤞ BUCKY BARNES

@straywords​; ✿ Fallen Doves ✿ Insatiable ✿ A Perfect Fit ✿ Caught In The Sirens ✿ Bows And Ribbons

@sweeterthanthis; ✿ Rise And Shine, Princess ✿ Your Filthy Heart (8) ✿ Game, Set And Match

@gogolucky13; ✿ Comply ✿ Little Bird Series ✿ Notam

@cherienymphe; ✿ Dollhouse Series ✿ Midnight Snack

✿ The Devil You Know: @sgt-seabass

✿ Dangerous Dance: @princessmisery666

✿ Cut: @boxofbonesfic

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⤞ MICKEY HENRY

✿ Alive: @navybrat817

❀ ❀ ❀

⤞ LANCE TUCKER

✿ Bronze: @nocturne-pisces

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⤞ NICK FOWLER

@navybrat817; ✿ Soft Spot ✿ Gratification

✿ Shoot To Thrill: @sweeterthanthis

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⤞ STEVE KEMP

✿ Heads Will Roll: @sgt-seabass​ ✿ Sweet Tooth: @cherienymphe​ ✿ Tastes Like You: @nocturne-pisces

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⤞ LEE BODECKER

@sweeterthanthis; ✿ Bellyache ✿ Dazed And Confused

✿ Dress Up: @sgt-seabass

✿ Homemade Heaven: @nocturne-pisces

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⤞ CHRIS (DESTROYER)

✿ Stress Reliever: @nocturne-pisces

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CE/SS CHARACTER PAIRINGS+

⤞ STEVE ROGERS/BUCKY BARNES

@straywords; ✿ Past Curfew ✿ Shelter From The Storm ✿ Deny Me

✿ Guilty: @syntheticavenger

✿ Talking Bird (1): @boxofbonesfic

✿ Grocery List Series: @nocturne-pisces

✿ An Indecent Proposal: The Paris Exchange: @imanuglywombat

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⤞ STEVE ROGERS/BUCKY BARNES/NICK FOWLER

✿ Favour: @howdoyousleep3

❀ ❀ ❀

⤞ NICK FOWLER/BUCKY BARNES

✿ Push And Pull: @navybrat817

❀ ❀ ❀

⤞ ARI LEVINSON/CHRIS (DESTROYER)

✿ Bait And Switch (1): @sweeterthanthis

❀ ❀ ❀

⤞ ANDY BARBER/ARI LEVINSON/BUCKY BARNES

✿ En Voyage: @onsunnyside​

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MARVEL

⤞ THOR ODINSON

✿ Lessons: @charnelhouse​ ✿ Size: @boxofbonesfic

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⤞ PETER PARKER

@cherienymphe; ✿ Forget Me Not (TH) ✿ Guns N’ Roses (TH) ✿ The Favor (TH)

✿ Outskirts: @lokislastlove (TH)

✿ Brother’s Keeper: @darkficsyouneveraskedfor (TH)

✿ Anxious: @syntheticavenger (AG)

✿ Inhibitions: @clints-lucky-arrow (AG)

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⤞ HARRY OSBORN

✿ Nasty: @thewritingdoll​ (DD)

❀ ❀ ❀

⤞ DRUIG (ETERNALS)

@clints-lucky-arrow: ✿ Everything ✿ Kyphi ✿ Ruin

✿ Good Vibrations: @mothdruid

✿ Sweet Madness: @cherienymphe

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⤞ STEVE ROGERS/BUCKY BARNES/THOR ODINSON/LOKI LAUFEYSON/SAM WILSON/PETER PARKER

✿ Hidden Gems Series: @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

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OUTER BANKS

⤞ RAFE CAMERON

@cherienymphe:  ✿ Country Club Chronicles ✿ Friends Like These ✿ Brother May I Series ✿ The Hills Series ✿ Wicked Games/That Night ✿ Just The Tip ✿ Pretty When You Cry ✿ Do I Wanna Know?

@darkficsyouneveraskedfor; ✿ Be Mine ✿ Lost Cause ✿ Bring You Flowers

❀ ❀ ❀

⤞ RAFE CAMERON/TOPPER THORNTON

✿ Only For Tonight: @cherienymphe

❀ ❀ ❀

⤞ RAFE CAMERON/JJ MAYBANK

✿ Amnesiac Series: @cherienymphe

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⤞ JJ MAYBANK

✿ One Last Sunset: @princessmisery666​ ✿ Traitor: @cherienymphe

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SUPERNATURAL

⤞ DEAN WINCHESTER

✿ Lights Out (Prologue): @winchest09 ✿ Liquid Courage: @covered-byroses​

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⤞ SAM WINCHESTER

@princessmisery666​; ✿ Cuffed ✿ Don’t Leave​

✿ Tight: @kittenofdoomage

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THE BOYS

⤞ SOLDIER BOY

@targaryenvampireslayer; ✿ Fangirl Crush ✿ Rescue Mission

✿ G.B.A: @impala-dreamer

✿ Bruise: @charnelhouse​

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⤞ HOMELANDER

@cherienymphe; ✿ Home Sweet Home ✿ Daddy Issues Series

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JOEL KINNAMAN CHARACTERS

⤞ RICK FLAG

@princessmisery666; ✿ Take A Shot ✿ Nobody But You, Forever ✿ Slip Of The Tongue

✿ Dead On Arrival (7) (8) (9): @clints-lucky-arrow

✿ Kill Of The Night: @babblydrabbly

✿ The Watcher: @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

✿ It’s Completely Natural: @mishficsx

✿ Why: @lorecraft​

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⤞ TAKESHI KOVACS

✿ Smile For You: @loverhymeswith

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HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

⤞ DAEMON TARGARYEN

@cherienymphe; ✿ Rumor Has It ✿ The Dragon’s Den

✿ You’ll Be Waiting In Vain: @charnelhouse​

❀ ❀ ❀

⤞ AEGON II TARGARYEN

✿ Violet Eyes & Violent Delights: @cherienymphe​

❀ ❀ ❀ ⤞ AEMOND TARGARYEN

✿ I Spy With My Little Eye: @cherienymphe​ ✿ Tears In Rain: @charnelhouse​ ✿ Idaña: @mypoisonedvine

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⤞ AEGON II TARGARYEN/AEMOND TARGARYEN

@cherienymphe; ✿ Sibling Rivalry ✿ Gods & Monsters

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⤞ DAEMON TARGARYEN/HARWIN STRONG

✿ He Finds You: @targaryenvampireslayer​

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STRANGER THINGS

⤞ EDDIE MUNSON

✿ Wild Side/Still Of The Night: @mypoisonedvine ✿ Let Me Make It Up To You: @irrelevantwriter

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⤞ EDDIE MUNSON/STEVE HARRINGTON

✿ On The Prowl: @mypoisonedvine

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FANDOM CROSSOVER PAIRINGS

⤞ RICK FLAG/RANSOM DRYSDALE

✿ Beginners Luck: @lokislastlove​

❀ ❀ ❀

⤞ STEVE KEMP/LOKI

✿ I’m Your Victim & I Like It: @breakablebarnes​

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⤞ SOLDIER BOY/STEVE ROGERS

✿ One Last Time: @targaryenvampireslayer

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MISC. CHARACTERS

⤞ JAKE “HANGMAN” SERESIN (TOP GUN MAVERICK)

✿ Warning: Do Not Engage: @clints-lucky-arrow ✿ Jake: @charnelhouse ✿ Under The Radar Series: @princessmisery666​

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⤞ LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR (CHILLING ADVENTURES OF SABRINA)

✿ Promised: @cherienymphe​

❀ ❀ ❀

⤞ ADRIAN CHASE/VIGILANTE (PEACEMAKER)

✿ Chainsaws And Parking Lots: @charnelhouse​

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⤞ BRUCE WAYNE (DARK KNIGHT TRILOGY)

✿ Kryptonite: @cherienymphe

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⤞ WALTER DEVILLE (THE INVITATION)

✿ My Soul To Take: @cherienymphe

[jessybarnes]

Just A Taste

Title: Just A Taste

Pairing: Steve Kemp x F!Reader

Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI!

Word Count: 1,643

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

Written For: KINKMAS 2022

Day 1: Face Riding

Beta(s): Just Grammarly

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

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

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

You're...different.

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

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

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

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

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

"H-Hi"

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

"Hey, sweetheart. Reading anything good?"

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

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

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

"Just the horoscope page," you say quietly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

...Oh...

That's when it dawns on him.

He's fallen for you.

Hard.

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

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

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

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

"Sweetheart?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fucking soaked, baby."

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

"Oh, fuck! Steve!"

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

Steve's insatiable.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tag List: @madashatters18 @sarahrogersevans @chrisevansdaughter @nana1000night @pono-pura-vida @ejshellsiteofsins @imyourbratzdoll

[abbatoirablaze]

Brick By Brick, Steve Kemp

Word Count:  1.3k

“Sweetheart…where are you?”

Your blood ran cold as you thought of the man who called you his wife.  Your heart began to beat so loud that you felt your pulse thumping in your ears.  Ironically enough, you noticed your pulse matching the light footfalls coming towards you from down the hall.

The slight beeping of the key pad made your heart sink as the door slid open.

You had known that he was coming for you when he called out for his ‘sweetheart.’

He didn’t call any of the other girls that.

“You didn’t answer,” he said firmly from the entryway.  You tried to bite back your anxiety as his form stayed in the shadow.  It made his already dark and imposing nature feel much larger than his six foot tall frame.  He stepped in, your soft lighting illuminating the side of his face.  Your heart raced even more when you noticed that he was frowning, “is everything okay, sweetheart?”

“Y-yeah…” you lied, stuttering as he continued to step into your room.  The door closed behind him and you jumped when the latch caught. 

You never got used to that noise. 

His frown deepened and the lines in his brow became more prominent, “don’t lie to me, sweetheart…you know I don’t like liars…”

“I-I’m not…I just…this morning…I heard something…I-I thought something happened.”

His frown lessened and it turned into a look of concern.  He made his way further into the room before placing himself on the edge of the bed, “sweetheart…did you think that Ann was going to show up again?”

Your anxiety spiked at the mention of the other woman that Dr. Kemp had kept as a ‘wife.’  He must have noticed your features shift because he reached out and stroked your bare thigh, his thumb grazing over the scar, “she’s not ever going to hurt you, sweetheart…she learned her lesson when I took up to her knee…she knows her place.”

“D-Dr. Kemp…I-“

“Brendan, sweetheart,” he murmured softly, staring intensely at you, “I’m not your surgeon anymore…we fixed that pretty little heart of yours…remember?”

You swallowed and looked down at your chest, your ‘zipper,’ clearly visible where your camisole dipped.  You closed your eyes.

He saved your life once upon a time when he performed the surgery.

And because of it, he believed that meant that he owned you.

“Sweetheart.”

Your eyes snapped up to his and he frowned.  His hand left your thigh and he reached up to your cheek.  His thumbs brushed softly along the apple of your cheek and this time you frowned when you felt the wetness making it’s way across the side of your face.

Shit.

“You know how I feel when you cry…”

You could hear the dark undertones.  Your heart began to race yet again as you looked away from him, “I-I don’t like remembering life before you saved me…”

You allowed yourself to look up at him.

To read his reactions. 

Blank.

“I was alone then…b-before you…”

The smallest of smiles tugged at his lips.

“B-Brendan…I-I don’t have to go back…do I?”

“No…of course not,” he said quickly, his other hand reaching out so that he was cupping your face in his hands, “you don’t ever have to go back to that lonely apartment of yours…”

“I-It’s lonely down here,” you tried, softly pushing him in your favor by hinting that your lonely apartment was like the one he’d set up for you down here in his basement, “I-I don’t like it when you’re not here.  I get stuck in those thoughts…”

He sighed, his own eyes closing as he pulled your face towards his.  He rested his forehead against yours, and you saw it.

The vulnerability he showed you when he let you come upstairs last time and made you dinner.

But instead you decided to push the boundary. 

Leaning in, you pressed your lips to his. 

You didn’t dare keep your eyes open as your hands reached up and you held his face just as he held yours. 

But you could feel the way that he clung to you.

The way that his tongue pushed into your mouth. 

You gave up the dominance. 

Crawled into his lap. 

Let him think that he won.

He broke the kiss when you crawled into his lap, wanting him to think that you were in the palm of his hand. 

Your eyes snapped open and you gave him an owlish look, “Sweetheart…I think…I think this is going to far.”

You felt your heart stop beating.  You looked at him with wide eyes.

He was on to you.

“B-Brendan, I-“

His hands clung to your face, and he shook his head, “we can’t consummate our marriage down here, sweetheart.  I won’t let us.”

“Wh-what?”

“God, I’ve been hoping you would come to your senses,” he smiled, rambling about you, “and it’s happening…right around Christmas  time too…”

“I-It’s around Christmas?”

He smiled stupidly, still clutching you, “sweetheart…I think it’s time that we go upstairs…for good…but I need to know that I can trust you.”

Holy shit.

He was falling for it.

“Anything.”

The simple word had fallen from your lips before you could contest it.  It, however, caused his smile to grow.

“Anything?”

“Name it, Brendan…” you added, your hands reaching up desperately to hold his face once more.  You held him still as you searched his eyes for any inkling of what he wanted, “I-I’ll do anything to be with you!”

“I want you to have a piece of me!”

Your eyes widened, the shock of what he said obvious on your features.  You gasped, shaking your head, “B-Brendan…I couldn’t…I’m not like that…I-I couldn’t take a part of you…you’re a surgeon.  You’re far to valuable to lose anyth-“

He seemed angry when you had started, but you stopped yourself when you saw his expression go from angry to amused.

“W-why do you look amused?”

He chuckled, “while I’m honored that you think I’m far too valuable to be tasted…I’m talking about taking a part of me in a more…traditional sense of the word.”

“W-what?”

“Think, my sweet little dummy,” he chuckled sarcastically, “I told you that I want to consummate our marriage once and for all…I want to give you a part of me.”

You frowned at the insult, but gasped when your brain caught up.  His chuckle turned into a deep laugh as he stroked your cheeks, “did you get it?”

“W-we-we can’t…What about Ann?” you asked nervously, shaking your head, “and what abo-“

“Ann means nothing in comparison to you…but if she worries you that much, I’ll keep you here…upstairs, but here.  Think of it…I’ll come home to you every night.  We can really be together.  And when you give birth…I’ll take care of Ann. You won’t ever have to worry about her.”

You felt nauseated at the thought.

Sure, you didn’t like Ann. 

But she and Brendan had been together since he was in medical school. 

They had two sons together.

They were legally married. 

“W-what do you mean, you’ll take care of her?”

His brow rose, before another amused chuckle tore itself from his throat, “you really have to ask…after all this time, sweetheart?”

“Wh-what happens to me when you find another girl you like more?” you asked softly, “Will I-will she have the same option to have me be ‘taken care of?’  W-will I be replaceable.”

“Sweetheart, no,” he said quickly, shaking his head, “you’re irreplaceable to me.  I cut off Ann’s leg because she put that scar on your body…I apologized to you for months because I had to give you your zipper even though it saved your life.”

His hands trailed down your face, and the column of your throat, only to stop above your breasts.  His thumbs grazed over the top of your scar, “I just want to give you what I felt you might not have otherwise have, sweetheart…”

“W-what’s that?”

“A future,” he smiled sweetly, “even if it means I build it, brick by brick.”

He was gentle in how he let you off his lap, before standing and holding his hands out to you, “now come on…come upstairs and lets start building…”

[boxofbonesfic]

“Do No Harm” 🔥

Doctor!Steve Kemp x Nurse!Reader

Summary: Hospitals are haunted by death, by things that might have been, could have been—are. But the ghosts that haunt St. Everett’s Hospital seem to be more than just rumors spread by the older nurses. These ghosts are hungry.

“Tepata”

Minotaur!Thor x Reader

Summary: You are the lamb led to slaughter, you are the demon’s mistress, the monster’s bride—you are the one who lived.

“Reciprocity” 🔥

Lloyd Hansen x Ex-Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Your toxic ex doesn’t take too kindly to his portrayal in your best-selling self-help debut.

“What if, What if”🔥

Dark Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader

Summary: To make ends meet, you begin selling your panties online. But when one of your subscribers begins to get pushy, you’re forced to reevaluate. 

“Inside”🔥

Dark!Steve Rogers x Plus Size!Reader, Peter Parker x Plus Size!Reader

Summary: It’s easy to see what people want you to see, the things they readily show you, the secrets they easily share. But you will come to learn that none of that counts for anything—not inside.

“Dust to Dust”🔥

Soft Dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader

Summary: Your momma always warned you about men with badges. Nothing good could come of a man with too much power and nobody to answer to, that’s what she said. Her theory is tested when your younger brother is caught up in something he shouldn’t be, and the Sheriff agrees to look the other way—for a price. 

“America’s Next Top Asshole”🧸

Model!Ransom x Model!Reader

Summary: Wanna be on top? Of course you do—and that’s why, after fighting your way through an entire season’s worth of competitors, you can’t bear to lose to Ransom-fucking-Drysdale. Sweet one minute, and sour the next—like sugar venom. 

“[Redacted]” 🔥

Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: At the height of summer, the power grid goes down in New York City. You, of course, are grateful that *the* Captain America takes it upon himself to make sure you get home safe and sound. 

“Burn it all” 🔥

Ghostface!Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter knows love. He knows the softness of it, knows what it feels like to be wrapped in it—but he knows it can be hard too. Cutting and sharp and bloody—but he can do it for you. He would do anything for you. 

“Into Fire” 🔥

Soft Dark!Andy Barber x Divorcee!Reader

Summary: Your bitter divorce suddenly becomes easier to manage when you hire a new attorney. His results are so good they should be illegal—in fact, they actually might be. 

i can’t wait to see what you guys choose!

[lunarbuck]

WIPs

Hello my friends!! Going into the new year, I have the goal to write even more than I did this year :) A way I'm hoping to motivate myself is to tell you guys what WIPs I have and maybe knowing that you know about them will encourage me to actually write them hehe so here they are!!

my masterlist | my requests are OPEN | WIP poll

Bucky Barnes

Slaughter pt. 3 (the winter soldier x f!reader) - Posted 8/15 Parasite

This Must Be My Dream pt. 5 (bfb!bucky x f!reader) Posted 5/17 - Thinking This Through

Mafia Au (Bucky x f!reader)

Bucky Barnes x therapist!reader (she's not his therapist so it's ethical besties)

Ari Levinson

soft!dark!ari x f!reader Posted 2/9 - Say My Name

Stucky

1940s!Stucky x f!reader

College!Stucky x f! reader Posted 6/17 - In Our Element

and then i have various ideas but no actual WIPs started for oneshots including Steve Kemp, Nick Fowler, Loki, Steve Rogers, and Sam Wilson

if you would like to request anything with these characters, please please let me know!!! I would love to indulge with you lmao