#steve kemp x fem!reader

[buck-star]

His name, his property | Steve Kemp

// Pairing //

-> Dark!Steve Kemp x Female!Reader

// Summary //

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

// Wordcount //

-> 4.085 Words

// Warnings // Explicit Content

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

// Request //

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

// Authors Note //

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

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

// Events //

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

// Masterlist | Steve Kemp Masterlist //

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[sweetiebarnes]

FAVORITE PLACES

Various characters and their favorite places to have sex.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[m4tthewmurd0ck]

Strawberry Sweet

── Azriel x Fem!Witch/Fae Hybrid Reader (featuring Platonic!Cassian x Reader + Platonic!Rhysand x Reader. we love supportive best friends)

You’ve been in love with Azriel for centuries, but having watched him pine for woman after woman, you ultimately decided to keep quiet. After all, he never gave any indication that he might feel the same way. He couldn’t possibly be in love with you… right?

A classic friends to lovers trope with lots of angst and fluff in between! Based on [THESE] lyrics.

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No use of Y/N but I do use she / her. No descriptors other than reader being shorter than all 3 bat boys

Please note! This is not book cannon. OOC inner circle, I’m inventing battles and wars to better fit my story. If you’re wanting extreme accuracy this is not the series for you. Long time ACOTAR lover, just now working up the courage to write for the series though.

TABLE OF CONTENTS~

I ── Introductions

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[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.”

[homiesexuallaj]

Steve Kemp + Blood Kink

Pairing: Steve Kemp x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t care.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He knew what that meant.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod, “Sorry, Steve.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Anytime, sweetheart.”

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

[jiyascepter]

───── May

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

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

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

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

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

@ijuststareatstuffhereok89

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

@vbecker10

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

@lokischambermaid

From The Horny Misadventures of Nomad Steve:

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

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

@lokisgoodgirl

Distractions [Loki x f!reader] 🔥

Like a Queen [Loki x f!reader] 🔥

Also check out her upcoming series : The Rite

@buckys-wintersoldier

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

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

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

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

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

Domination [SoftDom!Bucky x Sub!reader] 🔥

How Love Works [Ransom Drysdale x reader] 🥰

@foxherder

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

@vbecker10

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

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

What Prank? [Bucky x f!reader] 🥰😆

Running Into Trouble [Loki x f!reader] 🥰

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

The Dress [Loki x f!reader] 🔥

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

@loki-cees-all

Keeping Score [TVA!Loki x f!reader] 🔥

@sarahscribbles

Vanilla and Honeycomb [Loki x f!reader] 🔥

@bookishtheaterlover7

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

@muddyorbsblr

Curiosities [Loki x f!reader] 🔥

@mischiefmaker615

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

@buckets-and-trees

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

@simplyholl

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

Truly Desperate [Loki x f!reader] 🔥😆

@lulubelle814

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

@sergeantbarnessdoll

You Stayed [Steve Kemp x reader] 🥰

@buckysdarling

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

@mrs-illyrian-baby

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

@divine-knight-hand

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

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

[holylulusworld]

SHG for killers (2) – You (the reader)

Summary: 6 men meet up to talk about their problems. They soon realize they need someone to help them solve their problems. This person is you. Whether you like it or not.

Pairing: Steve Kemp x fem!Reader, Lloyd Hansen x fem!Reader, Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x fem!Reader, Andy Barber x fem!Reader, God, the bounty hunter x fem!Reader, Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, hostage situation, language, kidnapping, plot twist, world building

A/N: Please consider Steve Kemp is not a cannibal in my story. This is an AU. All men are serial killers, killers, or hitmen.

SHG for killers (1) - The first meeting

Self-help group for killers masterlist

You’re fuming. No, it’s even worse. You are ready to commit murder and would regret splitting their skull with an ax.

One day. You only wanted one day off, but that’s too much to ask for. They all take days off without asking if you can cover their shift all the damn time.

“Never heard of work-life balance,” you snap at your boss. You huff as she doesn’t reply. “Yeah, you let me work overtime and didn’t pay me. But God forbid I take a day off because I’m having a terrible headache!”

“Ms. Y/L/N, you took the day off because you suffered from a hangover, not a headache. And it wasn’t the first time you stayed at home without giving us a call.”

You huff at her bitchy comment. “I wasn’t drunk or hungover.” You narrow your eyes when your colleague walks past you and your boss. She ratted you out, you know it. One drunk escapade, and you’re in trouble. “I was sick and had to stay home. It won’t happen again!”

“That’s right,” she huffs and crosses her arms over her chest. “It won’t happen again. You’re fired!”

“Fired?” You gasp loudly. “You can’t fire me! I quit, you uptight and stupid bitch!” You’re too angry to care that you just fucked your career over. Usually, you try to negotiate or talk things out, but your boss takes one step too far.

You twirl around and make your way toward your office, glaring at your colleagues on your way. None of them came to your aid. You covered for them more than once—to hell with all of them.

Walking toward your car, you sigh deeply. All that’s left of your career fits in a box. Great timing. You were about to move into a bigger apartment and buy a new car. Now that your regular income has turned to dust, you’re back to square one.

“Miss, can I help you?” You gasp when, out of nowhere, a man stands in front of you. He looks you up and down and runs his index finger and thumb over his mustache. “This looks heavy, sunshine. Let me help you.”

Out of instinct, you take a step back. This man means trouble; you just know it. There’s something in his blue eyes telling you to run.

“No, thanks,” you try to sound confident as you look around the underground car park. You can’t see other people but hear chatter coming from the other side of the underground car park. “My colleague will be here in a minute to help me, Sir.”

“Sir,” he hums. “I like it when you call me that.” He steps even closer to snatch the box out of your hands. “Why don’t we stop with this nonsense?”

He drops the box and reaches for you to grab you, but you sidestep him. The man huffs and lunges forward, but you dodge his attack.

“HELP!” You scream, but the two people you heard talk earlier ignore your screams for help. “HELP!”

“FIRE!” Now that they look your way, you wave at them, but instead of helping you, they run off, leaving you alone with the man.

“Aw, princess,” this time, he tackles you to the ground and pins you to the cold concrete. “Stop fighting me, or this will hurt you more than me.” He tries to cover your mouth with one hand and restrain your wrist with a pair of handcuffs.

No, you won’t go down easily. You use the last strength left in you and knee him in the groin. He whines for a second and bites his lower lip. The man breathes through the pain while angrily staring at you.

Even if you can’t defeat him, you fight back. You smirk behind the hand covering your mouth and glare at him.

“I love me a good romp, princess,” he purrs in your ear. “Let’s make things a little easier for me. I’d like to transport you in the backseat, not the trunk.”

Your eyes widen as he gets a syringe out. Wiggling underneath him, you shake your head. The fucker is heavy, and it feels like his body is corded in muscles. Fuck, he will bring you to a second location, and this can’t be good.

You bite the hand covering your mouth, earning a slap to your thigh. The sting distracts you long enough for the man to ram the needle into your thigh. “Easy there, princess. We can get kinky later.”

Wrapped like a package and gagged, you sit in the middle of what looks like a chair circle. The man who kidnapped you sits on one of the chairs. You don’t recognize the others, though.

“Gentlemen, here’s the solution for all of our problems. Mr. Andrew Barber’s sweet secret. I got her for us. Oh, and I grabbed some of her shit and burned down her place to make her disappearance believable—or rather her death.”

One of them cocks his head to look at you. He looks rather bored than interested. “We don’t need another member,” he says, and goes back to checking on his phone.

“Don’t be a spoilsport, God,” the guy kidnapping you says and elbows the man in the ribs. “She’s fun. Little Miss Sunshine tried to knee me in the groin. Can you believe this? She’s a firecracker. No wonder, Barber is head over heels for her.”

“She’s not too bad to look at,” one of the others says. You glare at your kidnapper and narrow your eyes, daring him to get close to you. “Good job, Hansen. So, what do we do with her?”

“What do we do—?” Hansen, your kidnapper, says. “Kemp, I thought you were a lil’ smartass. What do we do with a pretty ripe cupcake?” He smirks at you. “We eat it.”

“What’s going on here?” A familiar voice fills your ears. You jerk your head toward the new arrival and huff. Of course, it was him. The creep snapping pictures of you at the practice. Andy Barber. “Who is…”

“I got her for you… I mean us... Lloyd proudly states and points at you sitting in the middle of their chair circle.

“What the fuck! Hansen!” Andy barks. “What did you do? You’ll get us all in trouble!”

“What?” Lloyd shrugs. “You talked so much about her and whined. I did you a favor and grabbed her. Now we have a good doctor in the house.”

“Hey!” Kemp grunts. “I’m a doctor. She’s just…” He gets up to look down at you. “…a bitch talking my patient out of surgery. Hmm…she looks different in that light, though.”

“Who cares about the light?” Robert grunts. “Can she help us or not?”

“Oh, she will help us,” Lloyd crouches down next to you to cup your chin. “Right, baby cakes. You’ll sing for me when I eat that muffin.”

“Lloyd!” Andy yells to get Hansen’s attention.

“What? I’m busy here!” Lloyd yells back.

“That’s not my therapist,” Andy says while running one hand down his face. “You fucking idiot! You kidnapped the wrong woman!”

Part 3

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[thevillainswhore]

A Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing

Pairing: Dark!Steve Kemp x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

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

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

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

“Let me go, you fucking psycho!”

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

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

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

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

You were so beautiful. Perfect for him.

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

“Bambi… join me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Youthful, tight skin, good looking.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was no shame in that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What is it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Open up, my little doe.”

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

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

“Bad girl.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why are you doing this?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

You swallowed the presumed lump in your throat.

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

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

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

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

“Funny… you think you have a choice.”

[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.

Happy reading angels 💐

Eddie Munson ✨

But what goes down by @sexyprise

Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader

The girl at the rock show by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

High for this by @succubusmunson

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

Hopelessly devoted by @firefly-in-darkness

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Insatiable by @jobean12-blog

Bucky Barnes x reader (Vampire AU)

Joel Miller ✨

Thrills by @moonlight-prose

joel miller x f!reader

Can't keep my hands to myself by @jobean12-blog

Pre!Outbreak Joel Miller x reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Beauty brought of rapture and desire by @the-iceni-bitch

demon!Ari Levinson x virgin witch fem!reader

Biker!Ari by @angrythingstarlight

Biker!Ari x Reader

Lee Bodecker ✨

Out of line by @dreamlessinparis

Serial!Killer!Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

Devil devil by @sgt-seabass

vampire!Lee Bodecker x reader

Save your tears by @flordeamatista

lee bodecker x reader

Andy Barber ✨

Easy as pie by @navybrat817

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

[torturedtypewritersdept]

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 + 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐪. 𝐭𝐚𝐠'𝐬:

hi little angel ♡︎ welcome to my safe space! 

Before you continue reading please know + understand that this blog is NSFW + strictly 18+; completely not suitable for minors. this means if you are not at least 18 years old, do not follow or interact with me. I will block you.in addition, before you send absolutely any request in for blurbs/nsfw content, please make sure to view this post. this post was inspired by @venuslore, who has the best aesthetics around this little space.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬:

☾ requests are currently open, however, they will be answered in order. Because of this, it may take me a bit longer than usual to get to yours, so please be patient with me!

☾ current writing schedule: every tuesday, thursday + friday a blurb or chapter of a series is posted, these days are often used from my own delusions or series' updates. If there is more than one series going on at once then these days can vary. please keep in my that I work full-time + I am a chronically ill person, not a machine, so this schedule can change from time to time.

Please pay attention to tags and warnings so that you are not reading something that is not age-appropriate or that may trigger you in any way. I love u all ♡︎ As always please send me asks with any questions, tag list requests and message me if ya wanna chat ♡︎

𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐠'𝐬:

✰ tee's moodboards » all moodboards created by me

✰ love letters 💌 » asks sent in with kind words

✰ bestie ♡ » meant for mutuals + sweet anons

✰ tee's recs ♡ » blogs, moodboards, vibes, + fics that I love

𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫:

𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒: { rafe cameron, jj Maybank, john b routledge}

𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋: {dean winchester}

𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐒 (𝐔𝐒): {harvey specter, mike ross, donna paulson}

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄: {bucky barnes, steve rogers, tony stark, peter parker, etc.}

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: {steve harrington, robin buckley, eddie munson, etc.}

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂: { lee bodecker, zach maclaren, nick fowler, steve kemp, ari levinson, any barber, ransom drysdale, etc.}

𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤!

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄:

✰ reader inserts only {there are very few characters that I will write together that are not reader inserts. some examples are: mike ross x harvey specter + jj maybank x rafe cameron, sarah cameron x john b. these reader inserts are strictly fem!reader, plus size friendly.}

✰ requests not related to current series or projects will be answered in the form of blurbs + one-shots.

✰ fluff (cute moments, kisses, cuddling, dates, etc.)

✰ angst {h/c, injuries, anxiety, etc.}

✰ smut {smut is only written as part of a storyline, I do not write porn without a plot. here are some things I'm comfortable with writing: consensual sex, oral sex, handjobs, fingering, p in v, breeding, dom/sub, alpha/omega, voyeurism, exhibitionism, orgasm control, cockwarming.}

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄:

✰ sensitive topics {infertility, abortion, physical/mental/sexual abuse, mental health issues, self harm, etc.}

✰ smut {ddlg, foot play, age play, age regression, non-con, dub-con, rape, rape play, sadism/masochism, race play, bondage, incest, pedophilia, sweat play, etc.}

✰ reader's insert exceptions {these reader inserts I am choosing not to write simple because I do not know what it's like to be in their shoes + I would not be able to do them justice; trans!reader, gn!reader, male!reader.}

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄:

✰ reader inserts only {there are very few characters that I will write together that are not reader inserts. some examples are: mike ross x harvey specter + jj maybank x rafe cameron, sarah cameron x john b. these reader inserts are strictly fem!reader, plus size friendly.}

✰ requests not related to current series or projects will be answered in the form of blurbs + one-shots.

✰ fluff (cute moments, kisses, cuddling, dates, etc.)

✰ angst {h/c, injuries, anxiety, etc.}

✰ smut {smut is only written as part of a storyline, I do not write porn without a plot. here are some things I'm comfortable with writing: consensual sex, oral sex, handjobs, fingering, p in v, breeding, dom/sub, alpha/omega, voyeurism, exhibitionism, orgasm control, cockwarming.}

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄:

✰ sensitive topics {infertility, abortion, physical/mental/sexual abuse, mental health issues, self harm, etc.}

✰ smut {ddlg, foot play, age play, age regression, non-con, dub-con, rape, rape play, sadism/masochism, race play, bondage, incest, pedophilia, sweat play, etc.}

✰ reader's insert exceptions {these reader inserts I am choosing not to write simple because I do not know what it's like to be in their shoes + I would not be able to do them justice; trans!reader, gn!reader, male!reader.}

[buck-star]

For the drabble thing, if this speaks to your muse...

dark!Steve K. x dark!reader

Jealousy prompts #12

"Hey, look at me. I'm yours and no one else can change that."

All yours

You notice the dinner table ready for two people, but where’s Steve and who did he plan a dinner with?

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

Wordcount: 697 Words

Warnings: dark content (if you know the movie), jealousy, fluff

Authors Note: Hope you enjoy. Divider made by me. @holylulusworld LOOK WHO WE HAVE HERE…🤭🤭

Masterlist | Steve Kemp Masterlist

Walking into the kitchen, you notice the glasses on the table, the plates in front of them, and the expensive wine already in the glasses. The house is filled with the wonderful smell of the noodles your boyfriend makes so perfectly. But there is no sign of him.

“Steve? Steve!” You shout through the hallway, looking around. His phone is placed on the kitchen counter next to the finished food, and you narrow your eyes. “Where are you, babe?”

You take another step into the kitchen, when suddenly a pair of strong arms wraps around your waist and pulls you back into a muscular chest. “Hi, my love.”

Steve’s familiar, musky scent surrounds you, and you relax in his embrace, letting yourself fall backwards. He leans forward, kissing down your neck and to your shoulder before he trails his lips upwards and nips at your earlobe.

“Missed you; got dinner ready,” he mumbles, but you’re skeptical. You’re not sure why, but usually he would fill the glasses once you’re seated, but now he does it already. Did he plan to eat with someone else and change his plans when you said you would come over?

“Where were you?”

“In the basement, finishing some orders,” he explains, his lips back on your neck before you push away from him with a low growl in your throat. Steve sighs, leaning against the kitchen counter next to him.

His ocean blue eyes look you up and down, taking in your tension. You turn to face him, looking back to the table, before you look at your boyfriend again.

“Why is the wine already in the glasses? You never do that before we sit. Did you have plans? Is there someone else?” You ask, your voice dropping to a dangerous growl.

Steve smiles softly, pushing himself off the counter, and takes a step closer to you. His big hands find their way to your hips, a tight grip to keep you in place and offer him to get closer to you. He shakes his head slightly, tilting it.

“The only person I have plans with is you, baby. There is no one else, sweetheart, you know that, don’t you?” He asks, but you still look unsure if you want to trust him or not. Of course, you love him, but the fear that he will find someone else and push you away is sometimes filling more of your mind than acknowledging that he loves you.

You turn your head to the side, looking at the dining table. Your boyfriend sighs softly; he keeps looking at you with a soft, loving expression. He might do a job that’s not considered a job, and he might do things most people wouldn’t consider as good or legal.

But there’s always you, who keeps the softness and light in the darkness, in the cold. He knows that he has always someone who loves him just as much as he loves you. Steve would give up his job, but he would never dare to even think about pushing you away.

“Look at me,” he mumbles, turning your face to make you look at him. A soft smile — one he reserves only for you — spreads on his lips. “I’m yours, and no one else can change that.”

Before you can answer him, he presses his lips on yours, devouring your sweet taste when his tongue pokes between your lips. You immediately bring your hands to his neck, pulling him closer. Steve grins into the kiss; even though he’s kissing you with such softness and tenderness, he slightly fights with you for dominance — something he loves to do because he just loves to feel you pulling his hair when you try to push his tongue down with yours.

“Nah… you know who’s in charge, sweetheart,” he mumbles against your lips when you tug his hair harshly. With a growl that leaves your lips, he kisses you once more, softer, sweeter. “The glasses are filled because I love when you get all jealous and possessive. Just love to kiss the attitude out of you before we have dinner and dessert. Sweet, filthy, delicious, but also a pleasurable dessert, sweetheart.”

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[moonlightbvcky]

mood board’s !

[ ☁️ requests are: open ! ]

Note: I take requests for Marvel characters, Seb Stan/his characters, Lizzie Olsen/her characters, Alex and or Henry (RWRB), Bridgerton, Supernatural, and Stranger Things characters <3

✧ ✧ ✧

Marvel:

── ⠀   ˚   ✧ bucky barnes

⟡ date night with mafia!husband!bucky

⟡ lovings from daddy!bucky x little!fem!bunny

⟡ farm life with cottagecore!bucky x curvy!reader

⟡ under cover(s) agent!bucky x partner!r

── ⠀   ˚   ✧ wanda maximoff

⟡ beach day with wanda (requested)

⟡ play time with mommy!wanda x little!fem!bunny

⟡ stoner!wanda beach day (requested)

⟡ stoner!wanda date night on the beach

── ⠀   ˚   ✧ kate bishop

⟡ Suit and Tie Up’s CEO!Kate Bishop x Assistant!r

⟡ Hamptons vacay with Kate (requested)

── ⠀   ˚   ✧ yelena belova

⟡ a cozy rainy day in fall with Yelena

── ⠀   ˚   ✧ natasha romanoff

⟡ forest picnic date w/ Nat (requested)

✧ ✧ ✧

SebStan characters:

── ⠀   ˚   ✧ steve kemp

⟡ ghostface!stevekemp

── ⠀   ˚   ✧ max burnett

⟡ michaelmyers!maxburnett

✧ ✧ ✧

RWRB characters:

── ⠀   ˚   ✧ prince henry

⟡ prince henry aesthetic

✧ ✧ ✧

Bridgerton:

── ⠀   ˚   ✧ francesca

⟡ Francesca Bridgerton aesthetic

[cowboycherry]

ˏ`୭̥*ೃ RULES & REGULATIONS

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03. be kind and respectful to everyone. myself, anons, other bloggers, celebrities, and yourself. never treat anyone unkindly on my blog.

04. be detailed with your asks. they don’t have to be incredibly specific or long, but i need something more than “[character] x reader angst to smut.”

details that you can add! fem/masc reader, [height] reader, [body type] reader, etc. & just give me a short summary of what you want to happen in the fic so i can fulfill it to the best of my ability. <3

05. be patient with me. you aren’t paying me to write a fic for you, and i am a full time student with a full time job. i am writing purely because i want to. if you can’t be patient enough for me to write it, then write it yourself.

ˏ`୭̥*ೃ YAY!

fluff. angst. smut. pregnancy fics. married fics. established relationship fics. age regression fics (non sexual only. i will not write sexual scenarios about age regression). dark! characters. autistic! reader or characters. [insert race] reader. [insert size] reader. reader or characters with mental illnesses (social anxiety, adhd, etc.) a/b/o dynamics.

mommy/daddy kink. dumbification. size kink. praise kink. body worship. somnophilia. period sex. degrading pet names (reader will only be called names like ‘slut’, ‘whore’, etc. there will never be any genuine degrading in my fics). cockwarming. sex pollen. spit. corruption. innocence kink (not in an age play way). cnc kink. stepcest. spit kink. piss kink. exhibitionism. dacryphilia. pegging. threesomes.

ˏ`୭̥*ೃ NAY!

noncon or rape. abusive behaviors. incest. pedophilia. age play. race play. fics about real life serial killers (fictional characters like steve kemp from ‘fresh’ or billy loomis from ‘scream’ are okay, but the content will not be about the character actually killing people). knife play, gun play (would only write with specific characters in very specific scenarios). blood play (unless it’s period sex).

© cowboycherry 2025 — all rights reserved. do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarize my content. all work is my own, and until further notice, will be proofread by only myself.

[m4tthewmurd0ck]

THE MORNING SKY

— (Young) Coriolanus Snow x Fem!Reader

After the disastrous 10th Hunger Games, where Lucy Gray Baird was among the many that were killed by the snakes, Coriolanus Snow felt ready to give up. He gave his all to help Lucy Gray win, and it still wasn’t enough. She was this close, but the games found a way to take her down. Coriolanus doesn’t know if he has it in him to do this again. And then he meets his second tribute… you. The stakes are higher than normal, because you also happen to be his soulmate.

OR

A redemption story for our dear ole’ Coryo, in which he isn’t a complete asshole.

Soulmate!AU | obviously not book / movie canon

TABLE OF CONTENTS —

0 — PREFACE / ADDITIONAL CAST

1 — THE REAPING / THE SPARK

2 — A CHANGE OF HEART

2.5 — MEET THE TRIBUTES

3 — MAKING AN ENEMY (I’LL KEEP YOU SAFE)

4 — NOT ENOUGH TIME

5 — THE GAMES [PART 1]

6 — THE GAMES [PART 2]

7 — NO CRIME GOES UNPUNISHED

8 — WE’LL FIND A WAY

9 — WHEN ALL HOPE IS LOST

10 — THE MOON AND THE STARS

11 — SNOW LANDS ON TOP

BONUS — EPILOGUE

TAGLIST — if you asked to be tagged but don’t see your username it means i wasn’t able to tag you!

TAGLIST IS FULL! FOLLOW MY BACKUP kemp-steve, i’ll be using it to rb new things i write!

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[the-queen-of-hell-666]

2024 Kinktober Masterlist

I'm so sorry for not posting like at all this year but it's been a very long year. College classes started up again this fall and I'm swamped with work. This is my list for Kinktober this year. I will do my best to keep up but anywho, I hope you enjoy!

Banners by @vase-of-lilies

Key: Fluff; 🌙 // Angst; 👿 // Smut; 🔥 // Dark; 🕸️

Day 1: Deepthroating/Facesitting (Daryl Dixon (Prison Era) x Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 2: Semi-Public Sex (Ransom Drysdale x Nurse!Fem!Reader)🔥

Day 3: Knotting (Alpha!Jim Hopper x Assistant!Omega!Fem!Reader)🌙🔥

Day 4: Phone Sex (John Winchester x Hunter!Fem!Reader)🌙🔥

Day 5: Squirting (Obsessive!Perv!Billy Hargrove x Bimbo!Fem!Reader) 🔥

Day 6: Cuckolding (Shy!Jake Jensen x FemmeFatal!Fem!Reader x Franklin Clay) 🌙🔥

Day 7: Biting/Marking (Possessive!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 8: Morning Sex (CACW!Steve Rogers x Avenger!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 9: Praise Kink (Insecure!Geralt of Rivia x Healer!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 10: Mommy Kink (Needy!Johnny Storm (CE) x Mommy!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥👿

Day 11: Caught (Daryl Dixon (Prison Era) x Fem!Reader) 🔥

Day 12: Sex Toys (Lawyer!Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 13: Virginity Kink (Professor!Logan Howlett x Virgin!Mutant!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 14: Shotgunning (Needy!Ransom Drysdale x Nurse!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 15: Tentacles (Part-Kraken!Steve Rogers x Princess!Fem!Reader) 🕸️🔥

Day 16: Spanking (Johnny Storm (CE) x Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 17: Breeding (Wolf-Hybrid!Geralt of Rivia x Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 18: Tittyfucking (Wade Wilson x Plus-Sized!X-Men!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 19: Hate Sex (Erik Lehnsherr x X-Men!Fem!Reader) 👿🌙🔥

Day 20: Edging (Young!Logan Howlett (X-Men1) x Professor!Mutant!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 21: Dub-con/Non-con (Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Innocent!Fem!Reader) 🕸️👿🔥

Day 22: Stripping (CEO!Nick Fowler x Stripper!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 23: Anal Sex (Dark!Steve Kemp x Innocent!Fem!Reader) 🕸️👿🔥

Day 24: Pegging (Brat!Wade Wilson x Mean!Dom!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 25: Lactation (Dad!Steve Rogers x Mom!Pregnant!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 26: Age Difference (Older!Daryl Dixon (Alexandria Era) x 20s!Sunshine!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 27: Gagging (Mob!Bucky Barnes x Bimbo!Fem!Reader)

Day 28: DP in One Hole (CEO!Married!Stucky x Assistant!Fem!Reader)

Day 29: Gloryhole (Jim Hopper x Fem!Reader)

Day 30: Panty Raid/Panty Kink (Shy!Perv!Jake Jensen x Slight!Perv!Fem!Reader)

Day 31: Videoing (Camboy!Eddie Munson x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader)

[wh0reforoldmen]

Fettered Attachments

Pairing: Softdark! Steve kemp X Fem!Reader

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

Word count:1.64k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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