#dark!Steve kemp x f!reader
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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.”
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YOU
—Art Collector!Steve Kemp x F!Reader
Summary — Your unexpected meeting with the famous art collector takes a dark turn when you learn the secret of his private collection.
Warnings — oral (female receiving), dismembered bodies, disrespect to the dead, entrapment, plots of killing, serial killer vibes, Steve being a calm psycho. There may be more I haven't mentioned but please read with caution.
Word Count — 5.4K
A/N — Story #1 for my FREAKtober Fest. The fic was heavily inspired by the movie itself and House of Wax. I'm happy to finally explore Steve's character in writing and I must say, I enjoyed every bit of it. The title was taken from the song You.
Gif by the amazing @steve-kemp
Shout out to @vellicore and @sgt-seabass for bouncing ideas with me and being my beta.
As always, your feedback is highly appreciated and your reblogs would be amazing. And of course, I hope y'all enjoy! ❤️
They didn’t come.
It was all you could think about as almost 2 hours had passed since your grad show started. Despite your parents’ — mostly your mom’s — disapproval of pursuing an arts program, you still invited them to the show. You hoped that if they saw what you were truly doing, they would understand your passion for paints and charcoal.
But it was a long shot, and you knew that. Though at least you tried…right?
You envy your classmates who carry bouquets while they present their artwork to their families and strangers alike. You were lucky enough to have a few come by your cubicle, delighted to explain the medium and process of your work. Some seemed genuinely intrigued while others, you can tell, only came by and endured your talk for the free stickers you offered at the end of your spiels.
Another hour passes by and you look up front when you hear an announcement being made by your instructor; a class photo. You’re reluctant to join, seeing no value in such a thing to be done as it’s obvious that once the day ends, they will be strangers once again. But another adamant call from your instructor has you heading to the front, a frown forming on your face when you’re pushed at the back, towered by your classmates—unseen once more.
As parents and several others grab the opportunity to take a photo, your eyes suddenly divert back to your cubicle when you see someone looking over at your main art piece. You can’t put a pin on his face but you know you’ve seen him before.
Once the group photo has ended, you immediately head back to your spot, catching the familiar stranger taking one of your stickers as well as a business card that sits beside it. It’s when you finally recognize him—and you’re in utter shock that he would be looking at your work. He finally notices you, a smile on his face as he holds out his hand.
“Hi.” He begins, “I’m—”
“You’re Steve Kemp.” You finish for him, the confidence you suddenly displayed startling the both of you. But you push on when you see a smile of amusement on his face, taking his hand to shake. “You’re the famous art collector.” You wouldn’t have known it was him with how dressed down he looked with the corduroy jacket and navy jeans, but you’ve seen his face several times in art articles that you wouldn’t miss it.
“I wouldn’t say I’m famous.” He humbles himself but he lacks the conviction to make it believable. “I think I’m just skilled in finding pretty things—like this one.” He gestures towards your charcoal painting, the look of interest evident on his face. “What compelled you to incorporate a whale and an astronaut? What’s the story behind it?”
His question makes you smile. Maybe he is interested, you think to yourself and look towards your artwork before diving deep into your answer.
“The artwork was inspired by the 52 Hertz Whale.” You begin. “Just to give you a little background; out of all the whale species, it’s the only one that makes a call with such a distinct pitch. Researchers had guessed that it could be a hybrid of two whale species but any attempts to search for the creature for further study have failed. Though some have been saying that it’s not a whale but an entirely different animal.
“Loneliness was the main theme of the piece—just like the whale, if it truly exists, it is alone in the vast sea; with no family to call its own and with it being different from the others, no one would listen or understand their cries. Akin to the lonely astronaut floating in the endless void of space. Though the flowers and the seagull represent hope and freedom—that one day, everything they thought to be true would change, that someone is there to listen and welcome them in their arms.”
You feel yourself shiver and your heart race as you end your interpretation. How the art piece truly mirrors your life and your cry for recognition from the people who truly matter. You try your best not to shed the tears that well in your eyes, presenting the collector with a smile and hoping he sees it as passion and confidence.
But the look on his face startles you; there’s no judgment but you see a hint of amusement in his sapphire eyes. You think he’s about to say something, to comment on what you said, instead, he looks back at the artwork, seemingly appraising it.
“How much?” The question stuns you. Did you hear correctly?
“I’m sorry?”
“I want to buy your art piece.” He expounds. “How much are you selling it for?”
That’s the last thing you expected to be asked in a college grad show. Was he seriously wanting to purchase it? You try to answer, to tell him that you’re not really looking for buyers nor expecting to sell any of your work but no words come out of your mouth, still taken aback by his surprising inquiry.
“I don’t—” You stutter. “I’m not really—”
The chuckle he makes has you pulling on the cuffs of your oversized flannel, feeling slightly anxious at the thought that he’s making fun of your state of shock. “I didn’t mean to startle you.” He says with a smile, one that you mimic if only to ease the tension building within you. “But I am serious. I do want to buy it.”
Still, you don’t know what to say. Do you just give him an amount and call it a day?
“Why don’t you sit on it? Let’s say two days and I can give you a call for your price.” He holds up your business card between two fingers, the smile on his face turning into a playful smirk. “What do you say?”
Under-dressed.
Not that it was a concern you realistically should have but the patrons of the bar made you feel as such with the men clad in suit jackets and the women, either in dresses or whatever you call the style of attire that was classier than your hoodie-jeans-sneakers combo. At least you brought a coat—that’s fancy enough, right?
You nurse your Bellini cocktail and thumb through your phone while waiting for Steve, popping your conversation thread with him every second or two just to assure yourself that he confirmed, or rather, planned the night of drinks to discuss your “Lonely Whale” piece as he coined it. It seemed odd at first but his determination was what compelled you to agree to meet him.
The hiss of the straw fills your ears as you suck the last dregs of your drink. You shouldn’t have come early, you tell yourself, then you wouldn’t need to order another glass to accompany you on your wait.
“Need a top-up?” A familiar voice from behind startles you and you look up to see Steve, decorated in a maroon wool sweater and that tantalizing smile he seems to always have. “I’m sorry I’m late. Traffic was bad coming here to this part of town.” He says as he takes a seat beside you in the booth.
You scoot over to give him room, surprised that he didn’t take the one across from you. “Please, don’t be sorry. I wasn’t waiting long.” You assure him with a soft smile, tapping a finger on the rim of your glass. “The drink kept me company.”
“Are they any good?” He asks but he’s already called the attention of a server before you can even reply. He orders a Bloody Mary—quite peculiar, you think, but you’re not one to judge someone's preference. “And the lady will have another, please.”
Silence envelops the both of you as you wait for the drinks to arrive, feeling shy and anxious when he rests his arm against the back of the booth and turns in his seat to face you. You’re not used to being seen yet here’s this man, well-known in the field you didn’t think to excel in giving you such unwarranted attention.
“Uhmm, so I asked my instructor about the painting,” you begin as you try to break the ice, “and he said that—” but stop when he shakes his head and lets out a gentle laugh.
You think he’s playing at your lack of knowledge of these types of transactions that it makes you second-guess your words. Maybe you should have come off more confident and prevented showing him an inkling of your cluelessness. But the smile he sends your way speaks of something different. There is no presence of ill-intent yet you still keep your guard up.
“We can talk business later. I’d like to get to know the artist more first.” He says and for some reason, it could be how comfortable he seems to be around you, that you nod at his request, a soft smile forming on your lips.
“Well, what do you want to know?”
Giggling.
It’s been a while since you’ve done it but you guess after 4 glasses of the Bellini and a sip of his Bloody Mary, anyone would be in a lighter and more carefree mood. Just like how you are.
The anxiety that filled you when you first walked into the bar seems non-existent with how well Steve carries a conversation. He listened to you complain and laughed at your sarcastic comments, throwing back another to keep the exchange alive. There was no dull moment to be recorded, only understanding when you shared the struggle of an art student living in a fast-paced environment. He’s probably the first person in your life who knows almost everything there is to know about you and even if he is a total stranger, he feels more familiar than any other.
The night rolls by quicker than you’d hoped and the next thing you know you’re in his car, the alcohol messing with you as you begin belting out garbled lyrics to an Adele song. You’ve never felt so free and relaxed, and who would have thought you’d find it in someone who simply wants to buy your art project?
You arrive shortly at your apartment building, a curious thought passing through your head as you don’t recall typing in your address in the GPS. But it goes just as quickly as it came when the passenger door is opened and Steve holds out a hand to help you out.
He says your name, the syllables rolling like honey on his tongue and you don’t know if it’s the alcohol or the way the moon shines against his face, but you truly notice how his sapphire eyes glow brighter with how close he stands to you, his cologne permeating your senses and his warmth mixing with yours, keeping away the cold autumn breeze of the night that surrounds the both of you.
“I had a lovely evening.” He breathes, allowing him to take your hand in his. “And I don’t want it to end just yet.”
And it doesn’t.
You invite Steve into your apartment for coffee, something to help completely sober him up and drive home safe. But as soon as you close the door and toe off your shoes, his hands are on your face and his lips capture yours, a soft grunt escaping you when he presses you against the door. You’re too stunned to process that he’s kissing you, only finally realizing it when he breaks the kiss and looks at you with his eyes so blue.
You think he’s about to speak, to apologize for his forwardness, but instead he smiles while his thumb caresses the apple of your cheek. You don’t understand what he sees in you to warrant such soft affection, or to even consider you as someone to kiss.
He leans closer once more, this time you sense the apprehension in his movements and with the way his eyes linger on your face. You shut your brain off completely, not wanting reason and rationality to stop whatever force that was pulling you together. So you meet him halfway, hands resting against his chest when you press your lips against his, a moan escaping you as when you feel him pull you further into the kiss.
To say he was a good kisser was an understatement with the way his wet muscle caressed your own and how his lips wrestle you into a passionate exchange. He chuckles when he bumps against a side table while walking backwards, blindly into the living room, hands pawing at each other, groping, touching, and you lift up his sweater as the desire to feel his skin blooms in your head.
But he doesn’t give you that chance as you drop back onto your loveseat couch, Steve’s hands pushing up your hoodie to expose the tank top hidden within. His fingers tickle your skin, teasing, taunting, and in one swift move he pulls down the cups of your bra having your tits spill out from them.
Mewls and moans are the only sounds that leave your lips, coherent words nonexistent with how his lips wrap around a mound, sucking, licking, and dampening the fabric to expose your stiff nipples which he gives his undivided attention to. You try to reach for him, to at least make sure that this is all real and not a dream, but his hands take yours, preventing you from even running your finger through his dark hair, the act only heightening your senses further.
But his venture to your breasts eventually stops and you look down at him when he trails butterfly kisses against your stomach, hands releasing yours only to undo the button and fly of your jeans. The garment flies but your panties stay, and you swear you could almost combust just from the way he looks at you—his eyes swirling with hunger, eagerness, and desperation for a taste.
Slowly, he trails kisses against your inner thighs, lips, and teeth meeting skin, not hard enough to hurt but enough to feel. The nervousness swirls around you like twine, making your heart beat loudly against your chest as everything feels too new, too alien, despite this no longer being your first. But you’ve never encountered anyone as captivating as Steve and you feel as if he would run away once he sees you completely.
“You’re so beautiful,” He whispers into the air, his warm breath grazing against your heated core.
It’s only then you comprehend what he’s done, your panties pushed to the side to expose you completely before him and all at once you feel your body burn when he laves his tongue against your pussy lips, gentle at first, testing the waters which shift to intent as he pushes them apart with his fingers, your sacred bud caressed by his expert tongue.
You whisper his name as he begins delving into your pussy, strong hands keeping your thighs apart and pushing them down against the couch with his groans of pleasure filling your ears and fueling your desire for him. You reach down to run your fingers through his hair which you end up grabbing as a gasp is pulled from your lungs when he begins to suck your clit.
The room feels like it's spinning with the ecstasy that climbs higher within your body, your senses no longer feeling like your own as Steve pushes on with his pursuit, his mouth dancing beautifully against your clit, his fingers digging into the meat of your thigh. But he stops, and a small wave of panic arises in your chest. Though it washes away like footprints on the sand when he ventures lower, his thumb taking purchase of your clit, rolling and adding pressure while his mouth ventures lower, teasing your slit at first before slowly pushing inside.
Oh, how your body sings. Your back arches from the coach and you call out his name, louder this time, turning into a moaning mess as his regard to your cunt never wavers. You then feel the dam filling up at the pit of your stomach and all you can do is buck your hips against his mouth, encouraging—no—pushing him to pull you over the edge.
“Steve—” It’s all you manage to say, your breath catching in your throat.
His actions then become erratic, as if he can feel you teetering towards your peak, pulling you more to his mouth and devouring you whole. Sloppy, wet sounds of his mouth echo from below your waist, Steve letting out a low and guttural growl which only sets you ablaze. His thumb pushes more onto your clit, the pressure digging into your pelvis and finally having the dam at the pit of your abdomen burst.
Your body shakes and you grab onto Steve as your pussy walls flutter from your release, choking a sob as your sweet essence flows out of you. His awaiting mouth then laps each and every drop you offer, the sensation making you shiver yet at the same time cocoons you in euphoric bliss.
The alcohol in your system then appears, mixing with the pleasure that continues to loom around you, and your eyes begin to droop, a smile forming on your lips. Your limbs ache deliciously, cunt buzzing from the orgasm that has taken over. You feel tired all of a sudden but happy at the same time and you forget all, even Steve, as you’re ready to end the night with such a good note.
But a tap on your thigh pulls you from the serene moment, startling slightly to see Steve looking down at you with a grin painted on his face. “Stay awake, Baby.” He says, his hand running up your side and grabbing the hem of your hoodie. “I’m not yet done with you.”
Nervous.
It’s all you feel as you stand outside of Steve’s home—if you could even call it that. With the modern exterior and floor-to-ceiling windows of the one-story home, you’d think you’re about to enter a museum. But it’s only reasonable for him to have such a lavish abode; he is an art collector after all.
“You okay?” You turn your head to the side to face him when he stands beside you, his warmth brushing against your skin as he wraps an arm around your waist, holding you close.
“A bit—but more excited really.” You tell him, the giddiness of seeing his private collection dominating the restlessness you felt earlier.
“Only the people who matter have seen it.” The smile he gives you is so contagious that you give one back and follow him inside his home.
After the night spent at your apartment, your life slowly revolved around Steve. Mornings begin and nights end with him and his attentiveness—one that you found more endearing than suffocating, as what some people you assume would say if they knew of your relationship.
You don’t even know if you both have a relationship as neither of you discussed anything about labels, simply enjoying each other’s company. But you know that Steve has rooted himself deep in you, and you know that no matter how hard you try if anything comes that would sever you both, you’d have a hard time letting him go. Steve is the only one who has truly seen you and accepted you as you are.
A chill brushes your skin when you pass through the threshold of his home which has you pulling your knitted jacket more around your frame for warmth, and the first thing you see are the gallery lights mounted on the wall, with each one shining down on art pieces of different forms. The ones that stand by the door are wax figures of a woman’s pair of legs, one on each side. You look at it closely, the craftsmanship so intricate that you’d think it was real. The ones that come after it are different sets of arms and hands of women, again, each one posed differently and elegantly, as if welcoming you further down the hall.
It gives you pause with how unusual of a collection it is—women’s body parts—but you suppose that the world of art is filled with oddities. There was even one you heard who collects glass eyeballs, not caring if it was worn or not.
What greets you next are several paintings—if you can even call it as such—that litter the wall just the same, though you’ve never seen anything like it; one is of a canvas that houses different strands of hair that form into waves. You’re in awe with how they mimic the raging seas and how detailed and time consuming it must have been to complete. There’s even an image of a boat topped over it, as you inspect closely, you assume is made of leather.
There’s another like it, though this seemed more like a showcase of all types of tresses, spaced out perfectly in rows of five. Each one portrayed a distinct person, with colors ranging from blonde to black and textures from curly to the straightest you’ve seen. The urge to touch it grows strong, wanting to check if they’re real or not.
“They’re real,” Steve answers your unspoken question, and you turn back to face him, feeling shy all of a sudden when you see him staring at you. “I call it live art.”
“You made this?”
“Oh, no.” He smiles as he nears the artwork, Steve’s hands tucked inside his pockets while he looks up at it. “I had it made. Though I did provide the materials—volunteers donated the hair.” His explanation has you thinking; you never knew people would donate something so personal for art. “I’m hoping to add more to the collection—a prized one that can be my center of attention.” He says and you catch him looking at you from your periphery.
“What kind of prized piece?” You ask, curiosity nipping at the back of your head.
“Something I could never get tired of looking at.” The smile he gives you sends a chill up your spine but your mind flows out into a daze when he steps forward and takes your face between his hands, his lips meeting yours in a soft kiss. “Like you.” He whispers and you can’t help but feel your face heat up with how beautiful he makes you feel.
“Come on. There’s more in the living room and I wanted to show you where I would place your painting.” He says, giving you one last kiss before taking your hand and leading further inside. But you don’t miss the piece that sits just at the end of the hall; a torso of a woman, the composition almost similar to Alexndros’ Venus de Milo, except this one was missing its head.
The living room is a sunken living room and it’s just as exquisite as the front of the house with paintings and figurines scattered in an organized fashion. Two couches sit on either side of a low table with a small cart that holds an array of spirits. You look around, mesmerized at the beauty he keeps within but stop when you notice a small greek style column sitting in the corner of the room.
“What’s that?” You ask, pointing at the unusual fixture.
“That’s just a chair a friend of mine made.” He responds while pouring the both of you some drinks. “It’s pretty cozy even if it’s made out of stone. Why don’t you try it out? Pretend you’re an art piece.” He urges and the giddiness you feel allows you to humor him.
Soft jazz music then begins to play as you run your hand against the top, having a feel of the material before you take a seat, grabbing onto the sides to properly set yourself on top of it. The smile you catch on Steve’s face is wide as he approaches you and hands you your drink, his hand reaching up to caress your face.
“You look perfect on it.” He sips on his drink and so do you.
You can’t help but look at his eyes, how soft they look yet full of amidst the muted lighting that surrounds the both of you. You feel his hands continue to linger on your skin, resting gently on your shoulder with his thumb caressing the expanse of your neck.
“Dance with me.”
It’s all he says and you don’t have time to respond when he takes the glass from your grasp, setting both of them on the shelf that stands nearby and he reaches for you, his hands taking yours and placing them over his shoulders while his own finds purchase around your waist.
It feels like you’re walking on clouds with how he sways the both of you, his movements in sync with the music that fills the air. He holds you close, feeling his fingers drumming lightly on your back and how your feet follow him aimlessly, blindly with each step he makes. You’re suddenly aware of the intimacy that slowly winds the both of you, much different from the times he’s slept on your bed, and you feel shy, eyes casting down to stare at the edge of his navy turtleneck.
“Don’t hide from me, Baby,” He breathes softly, tilting your head back when he pinches your chin and feeling the warmth of his breath ghost against your lips. “I want to see you.”
Giddy.
It’s the only feeling you describe as soon as you wake up, your body sore but in a good way and the sheets atop the mattress warm, not just because of you but from the man that sleeps soundly at your side. You turn to face Steve and examine his face, his beautiful pointed nose and his dark hair askew from the pillow underneath his head.
You couldn’t believe your luck that someone like him would find interest in someone like you. You must have done something good in your previous life to feel such happiness that the neglect and disapproval you once received from the people you expected to love you is being provided by someone you’ve barely known for a week.
Good things come to an end, you hear the pessimist in you say but you push it down, deep down where you cannot hear its cry. You’re going to enjoy this, whatever this is, and if time comes that it should indeed come to a stop—well, you’ll cross the bridge when you get there.
You move to cuddle closer to Steve, wanting to feel more of his warmth but it’s interrupted by your need for relief that you settle on placing a kiss on his forehead before turning to leave the bed and find the restroom.
Washing your hands when you finish, you find a robe hanging at the back of the door and boldly take it, putting it around you to shield you from the cold that continues to circulate within the house and venture back to his room—back to Steve’s arms. Except the lone light that shines in the darkness catches your eyes and you glance towards the bedroom. You don’t want to be caught snooping but the call of the void is too strong for you to ignore.
Silently, you pad down the hall and find yourself face to face with a staircase that leads to a closed door. Must be the basement, you think to yourself, taking one step at a time, you descend to your destination. You hesitate to hold the knob, not wanting to spoil your welcome but you soldier on, pushing through the barrier.
A row of yellow muted light illuminates the entryway, and you see nothing but several black barrels neatly pushed against the wall and a few scrubs hanging from mounted hooks. You thought you would see more artwork but are left disappointed, deciding to turn back but the white light at the end of the room stops you, curiosity once more taking over your senses.
Fear then grips you tight when you step into the light, hands flying to your mouth and a gasp unwillingly escaping you when you see a woman laid down on a metal table with her lower half missing and her head free of her scalp. What hangs on the wall makes your stomach turn even further, body parts—arms, legs and a severed head coated in something you can only assume to be wax.
You run. Your heart beats hard against your chest as you make it back again to the door and close it as quietly as you can, not wanting to awaken your host—a monster you never thought him to be. Carefully, though quickly, you climb the steps and the only thing you could think of is to leave and run as far as you can where he cannot find you.
Relief slowly washes over you when you get to the last step. Now all you have to do is go—call the authorities and—your thoughts take a dive when you feel someone grab you by the waist, trapping your arms along with it and a hand covering over your mouth as well as your nose.
“Where were you, Baby?” Steve’s calm voice forms from behind and your panic only rises further. You struggle against his hold, flailing as much as you can for him to let you go but he’s too strong and you feel the tears spill from your eyes as you think that this is the end. He’s caught you. You’re going to die.
“You never should have seen that.” He simply says and you grunt when a stabbing pain forms on your neck, a cool sensation flowing through your veins.
It’s then that he lets you go, your hand flying to where you felt the sting before turning to look at him. What did he do to you? You notice the syringe in his hand. Is it poison? Your vision almost instantly goes blurry, your limbs heavy and you drop to the floor, eyes cast to the ceiling as you try to make out your current state. The last thing you see is Steve, a sinister smile on his face and incoherent words coming from his lips before everything goes dark.
You’re dead.
It’s the first thing that comes to your mind when you come to. Everything slowly comes into clarity; the room you’re in is somewhere you’ve not been and the cool metal you feel around your ankle only solidifies the fact that he’s successfully trapped you in the hell he dwells in.
A door opens and closes and you curl up small on the bed you lay in to hide yourself from him. You’re crying once again a multitude of emotions surge from within—is it fear? Hopelessness? Anger? Towards him for lying to you or to yourself for believing him.
“I never wanted you to find out this way.” He sighs. “I never wanted you to find out at all.”
“Are you going to kill me?” You can’t help but ask, even though you know what the answer is.
“Not yet.” His calm in his voice brings a chill to your spine. “Despite what you believe, I meant what I said; you matter to—”
“Stop lying to me!” You shout and sit up from the bed, grabbing the pillow on the bed and throwing it at him. “Why are you doing this?! What did I do to deserve this?! Why me?!” You shout, the anger that was settling in your bones turns into a raging fire. You go to lunge for him, wanting to rip his skin with your bare hands but the cuff on your foot stops you, making you fall to the ground in front of him.
He tuts and you see his leather shoes in front of you. A groan then leaves your tongue when he grabs you by your face, your hand taking hold of his wrist as you try to pull away from him. But he only pinches tighter, making you shout in pain that fades all too quickly when he shakes you and makes you face him dead in the eyes.
“The more you fight, the harder it’ll be.” He snips. “I enjoy you a lot—don’t make me kill you so soon.”
“Just fucking do it!” You spit. “Do it! Kill me now!”
The laugh he gives you is menacing. He shakes his head, his other hand moving to run his finger on the side of your face. You see the darkness swirling around the sapphires of his eyes and you question yourself why, for the many times he’s stared at you, you’ve never seen it before.
“Soon.” He promises. “For now, I’ll keep you. I don’t mind that column being empty just a little longer.”
#steve kemp#steve kemp x reader#steve kemp x f!reader#dark steve kemp#dark!steve kemp#you#fresh#fresh the movie#sebastian stan characters#dark fic#horror fic#beanie's freaktober fest#freaktober fest#shadeysprings fics
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🩸 Steve Kemp x Reader Drabble 🩸
Pairing: Master!Steve Kemp x Bunny!Reader
Warnings: Steve is a warning in itself, marking/biting, cunnilingus, mentions of cannibalism , mentions of blood, Dom!Steve + Sub!reader
Nicknames: Bunny, Slut, Master
His hand gripped your thigh, a grip that could kill—and it had, he stroked the soft flesh pinching it when he got close to your already damp panties. You carded your cuffed hands through his silky locks, relishing in the sight below you. His hand slipped back down to your knees rubbing them decisively with his calloused palm. Two rubs each, slow and methodical as if he was feeling up a watermelon trying to pick the best one. Like you were food. You were food to him. You tried to push away the disturbing reality and focus on his sculpted jaw as nudged his slightly stubbly cheek against your inner thigh. He took in a deep inhale of your skin, before taking the sensitive flesh into his mouth; sucking it, running it through his teeth, playful nibbling. You had to swallow down the witty remark that sat on the top of your tongue, ‘didn't your parents ever tell you not to play with your food Stevie?’ You bit down on your lip suppressing a giggle. The pain of Steve chomping down on your thigh pulled you out of your gallow humour inner monologue “Ouch!” You yelped, tugging on his hair. He released the skin, blood trickled from his bite mark. He lapped at the trickling red, as if it was wine that had spilled on his hand whilst opening a bottle of wine.
“Focus, Bunny, I want you to watch everything I do to you. Even when I do this.” He bit down on the same thigh, this time closer to your dripping cunt. But he dug his teeth further in, at the same time his fingers pushed aside your panties. He ran his fingers through your hot, damp folds; pushing two digits into your needy cunt. He growled into your thigh, chewing on the bite mark like a rabid animal desecrating your corpse. The danger was so enticing. Pleasure and pain soon bleed into one another as his fingers attack the spongy spot inside you, curling his fingers to rub and tease it whilst he moves to your other thigh. The initial bite made you squeal, but as he tugged at flesh and added another finger the squeal of pain turned into moans of pleasure. You felt him rut his hips into your ankle, his clothed dick straining against jeans. His head lifted from your leg, he craned his neck back slightly to look at you. Your blood smeared on his saliva coated chin, his tongue jutted out of his mouth licking at as much of the blood as he could manage. He growled as he swallowed, his eyes almost rolling back into his skull “You taste so fucking good. Anytime I get a taste of you, even just a smell of you. I go feral.” He scissored his fingers inside you, thrusting them in and out of you “Cum. Cum on my fingers Bunny. Like the little pain slut you are. You like this, don’t you? Like me slowly devouring you.” Your grip on his hair tightened and your hips raised off the chair, you pushed yourself further down his fingers trying to match his pace. His thrusts stopped. “Tell me, Bunny, or I won’t let you cum.” He snarled, giving you an intense glare.
You whimpered “I love it! Love you devouring me, feel so good!” You practically screamed, you were so close. He slapped your clit with the tips of his fingers
“That’s my good little slut.” He cooed, resuming his ministrations. His head dipped down, he took your sensitive bud in his mouth. Running his teeth over the hood of your clit ever so gently as his tongue flicked at it. You choked on a moan, throwing your head back as you came on his face. He swallowed down every single drop of your juices hungrily, the salacious slurping sound piercing through your blissed out haze causing your cheeks to burn red. “Fuckkkk. I should bottle this shit up and sell it, so sweet. I can’t get enough.” He groaned, sliding his tongue inside your clenching hole trying to drink as much of you as he possibly could. When he had sucked you dry he rose to his feet, he stroked your face with his palm running his thumb across your lip “Open.” You oblige “Good little Bunny.” He praises before shoving all three of his fingers that had been inside you down your throat “clean my fingers, Bunny. We’re going to the bedroom, I’m not done with you yet.”
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banner by @shadeysprings
Guide: 🖤 - dark content 🩷 - fluff ❤️🔥 - smut
Steal My Sunshine [Bucky Barnes x F!Reader] [TLOU AU]🖤
In the dark, dismal post apocalyptic world, you made the mistake of being a bright spot in Sergeant Barnes's day...
dumb dumb [Bucky Barnes x F!Reader] 🩷
Everyone can see the huge crush Bucky has on you…everyone except you of course.
sneaky [Bucky Barnes x F!Reader] 🩷
You and Bucky decide to keep your new relationship a secret with somewhat disastrous results (Sequel to dumb dumb)
Something Sweet [Bucky Barnes x F!Reader] [Sugarbaby AU]❤️🔥
A chance run in with a handsome stranger turns out to be the opportunity of a lifetime.
Let Me Hear You Scream [Bucky Barnes x F!Reader] [Scream AU]🖤❤️🔥
It’s the 90s so you actually answer the phone when you’re watching movies, but who's on the other end?
Wine and Dine [Steve Kemp x F!Reader] 🖤
You get stood up on your first date in forever, luckily the handsome Dr. Steve swoops in to save the day.
#masterlist#bucky barnes x reader#steve kemp x reader#steve rogers x reader#bucky barnes#marvel fanfiction#fresh fanfiction#nicestgirlonline#fanfiction#mdni
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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
#fic rec#october fic rec#eddie munson#bucky barnes#joel miller#ari levinson#lee bodecker#andy barber#joaquin torres#steve kemp#steve rogers
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𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
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𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈 ✴︎ 18+ only
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𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ✴︎ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ✴︎ 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
𝐊𝐄𝐘 ✴︎ f = fluff ── s = smut ── d = dark ── ddlg = ddlg ── pp = pet play ── h/c = hurt/comfort
𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒
Guys My Age: AU ── (f, s, h/c)
Divorced!dilf!neighbor!Bucky Barnes ✴︎ Your neighbor is always there to comfort you, and lucky enough, he’s divorced.
Insatiable Angel ── (s)
Daddy!Bucky ✴︎ Bucky only needs ten minutes to finish his work, but you can't seem to wait.
In charge around here ── (s, d)
Dark!biker!Bucky Barnes ✴︎ Bucky makes sure to show you who you should trust after moving alone to a big city.
Just wanted to help ── (ddlg, h/c)
Daddy!Bucky Barnes ✴︎ You just want to do something for Bucky after how much he does for you, but your plan doesn’t go as expected.
𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍
Smarty ── (s, d)
Mean dark stepdad!Sebastian Stan ✴︎ Your stepdad isn’t too happy when his smart little girl comes home a tad bit drunk.
I Love You to the Moon and Back ── (f, h/c, ddlg)
Daddy!Sebastian Stan ✴︎ After a long, tiring day, there’s nothing better than snuggling up in bed with your daddy for a bedtime story
𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐊𝐄𝐌𝐏
Push Me Down ── (s, d)
Ghostface!Steve Kemp ✴︎ Ever since your first encounter, Steve’s twisted obsession over you consumed his every moment, until he finally snaps.
𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒
Bucky giving his little kitten what she so desperately needs: his cum ── (s, pp)
Mean stepbrother!Bucky + piss kink ── (s, d)
Mean stepbrother!Bucky manhandling you until you are shivering under his touch ── (s, d)
Mean dark!mechanic!Bucky when you forget your wallet at home ── (s, d)
Brothers bsf!fratboy!Bucky Barnes x secret camgirl!reader ── (s)
Divorced!Bucky x divorced!reader ── (s)
Guys My Age AU :aftercare with Bucky + sitting between his legs + finger sucking ── (f)
Cocky brothers bsf!Bucky finally makes a move on you after your first year of college ── (s)
Bucky punishes you with an over-the-knee spanking after you tease him during a meeting ── (s)
Bucky makes you clean up the mess you made while riding his boot + slapping ── (s)
Soft dark!Bucky takes advantage of your vulnerability as a newly recruited avenger ── (s, d)
18th-century daddy!Bucky comforts you at a gala when noticing you feel little ── (ddlg, h/c)
Mean dom!Bucky putting you in your place after being a brat and talking’s back to him ── (s)
Mean dom!Nick Fowler, punishment + throat fucking + cock and ball worship ── (s)
Best friends dad!Sebastian reminds you that you are always welcome at his home ── (h/c)
Dark mean stepdad!Sebastian punishing you with a paddle ── (s, d)
Dad!Lee Bodecker coming home after work ── (f)
#fran’s navigation#sebastian stan#sebastian stan fanfiction#sebastian stan x reader#sebastian stan fluff#sebastian stan smut#sebastian stan fanfic#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes x reader#daddy!bucky barnes#daddy!bucky barnes x little!reader#nick fowler smut#nick fowler x reader#sebastian stan x you#sebastian stan x y/n#bucky smut#bucky barnes x you#dilf!bucky barnes#x little!reader#masterlist#sebastian stan imagine#sebastian stan rpf#sebastian stan masterlist
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Just A Taste
Title: Just A Taste
Pairing: Steve Kemp x F!Reader
Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI!
Word Count: 1,643
Tags: Smut, angst, fluff, face riding, oral sex (female receiving), clit play, tongue fucking, kissing, crying, feelings of not being good enough, being held captive, out of character Steve, squirting, explicit language, and I think that’s it.
Written For: KINKMAS 2022
Day 1: Face Riding
Beta(s): Just Grammarly
A/N: Okay, so this was supposed to be posted on the 14th but because I received anon hate I decided to wait because I just wasn't feeling good about myself. I'm still not, but here this is anyway. I'm sorry it's bad. I know Steve is way out of character. Sorry, for my bad writing.
Steve opens the door to his cellar and heads down the stairs. His fingers wrap tightly around the key card as he exhales harshly through his nose. Today was stressful. Well, every day is, but today was even more so.
His shoes click methodically on the hard floor as he walks slowly toward your cell. The other ones are all empty except for two, but those women don't matter to him. Not in the way that you do.
You're...different.
From the day he saw you standing in line at the little deli he frequents, he was captivated by your beauty. He'd never seen someone so beautiful before in his life.
So beautiful, in fact, that he can't bring himself to use you the way he's used all of the other women he's captured. Every time he opens your cell door and sees those big, doe eyes of yours looking up at him, his stomach fills with butterflies.
Even on bad days like this, you bring a light to him that illuminates his darkness.
Steve can see you sitting cross-legged on the thin bed roll, a Cosmopolitan magazine open on your lap. You're chewing on your bottom lip, something he's noted as a habit of yours, and it makes arousal coil in his lower abdomen.
He raises the key card to unlock the door and slides it open. You look up and offer him a soft, nervous smile.
"H-Hi"
Steve smiles at the fear and innocence in your eyes. God, he loves the power he holds over you.
"Hey, sweetheart. Reading anything good?"
You look down at the magazine and move your gaze back to his. It really should disgust you that your attraction to your kidnapper outweighs your motivation to escape. There's no way he feels the same. At first, you'd thought that's why he hadn't harmed you, but now you're starting to think there's something else wrong with you.
You've been here for a long time now, and he still hasn't done what he said he do the first night he'd brought you here. Maybe you're not good enough for him now and he's just keeping you here as a prisoner because he's afraid you'll rat him out and ruin his whole operation.
Wow, I'm so undesirable not even the man who took me captive wants anything to do with me... how pathetic...
"Just the horoscope page," you say quietly.
The sadness in your tone doesn't go unnoticed and Steve realizes it's a different kind of sad. Not the kind he's used to anyway. He pushes off the doorframe and walks closer to you. His knees pop as he crouches down, his fingers tilting your chin up so you meet his eyes.
"Somethings wrong, and it isn't just because I've got you imprisoned in this room."
It isn't a question, but you know he means to ask what's bothering you. The lump in your throat rises and you're certain if you try and speak the dam inside you will break.
Your lower lip trembles and Steve brushes his thumb over it to keep it still. He watches as tears gather in your eyes and feels his heart constrict with another foreign feeling.
He's been angry before, but never this kind. This kind is new to him. This is a protective type of anger that makes his blood boil.
Steve sits down and pulls you into his lap. You curl into him as soft, quiet sobs shake your body. A deep scowl etches onto his features and even though he's the only one who's had any type of contact with you for the past two months, it still doesn't change the fact that he'd kill anyone who brought you harm.
...Oh...
That's when it dawns on him.
He's fallen for you.
Hard.
Your small voice breaks through your sobs and Steve wipes your tears away with his thumb as he looks down at you.
"Th-There's some...something wrong with m-me, isn't there?"
He shakes his head, "why would there be anything wrong with you? You're the least fucked up person in this house, Y/N."
You sniffle and adjust yourself so you're looking at him properly. He really is attractive, and you're so close to him. Close enough that you could just lean in and-
"Sweetheart?"
Your eyes fall to your lap along with your hands, the chain around your wrist jingling reminding you of where you're at. Maybe you do belong here if you're having sexual thoughts about your fucking abductor.
"Because," you sigh, "I've been in here for a long time and...and you've...well, you haven't...haven't um..."
You can't bring yourself to even say it, but Steve seems to get what you're trying to tell him. He tilts your chin back up again and for the first time in a long time, he actually looks sincere.
"You think because I haven't done to you what I've done to the others that you're not good enough?"
You nod and he swallows thickly. He's normally desensitized to seeing women cry, but with you, it's like someone's torn open a wound in the middle of his chest. He can't stand it and he can't help himself as he leans down to capture your lips in a heated kiss.
You gasp and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue past your lips into your warm, wet mouth. He kisses you fiercely, his arms holding you tightly against him, and for a moment you actually believe he wants this...wants you.
Steve pulls away and you search his eyes for a moment before speaking up.
"I...don't...I don't understand... how come-"
He shushes you with another kiss and taps your thigh so you'll get up. He stands with you and pulls a set of keys from his pocket, the same sincere expression still on his face.
"We'll talk more later, baby. Right now, I've gotta taste you, and I need you somewhere more comfortable for that."
The look of horror on your face catches him off guard, but he quickly recovers and shakes his head, his hands cupping your cheeks tenderly.
"Oh, angel, I didn't mean it like that. I promise I'm not going to harm one hair on that pretty, little head of yours."
He pulls you flush against him, one of his large hands sliding underneath the elastic band of your sweatpants.
"What I meant was," two of his fingers apply delicious pressure on your clit making your breath hitch, "I wanna taste this sweet, little cunt, Y/N."
Heat pools in your belly at his words, and you let yourself feel the way the pads of his fingers roll over your sensitive bud. He removes them just as quickly and you let out a little whine in protest.
"Don't be impatient," he admonishes and unlocks the cuff on your wrist.
Steve leads you out of the cell and down the long hallway. You come to a set of stairs and he climbs them, unlocking the door at the top with his key card before taking you through the main part of his house. His bedroom is cozy and neat, but you don't get a chance to really look at it because, in the next second, he's practically tearing your clothes off.
"So sweet...so pretty and innocent, baby. I bet your pussy tastes like heaven."
Steve lays down on the bed and tilts his head back so he can look at you. His cock tents his pants and your mouth waters at the thought of him fucking your throat.
"Come here, princess. Come sit on my face and let me taste you."
You climb over him, your knees just above each of his shoulders. He groans and wraps his arms around your thighs as he looks up at your glistening pussy.
"Fucking soaked, baby."
He pulls you down and drags his tongue from your soaked hole to your hard clit, sending a shockwave of pleasure through your body.
"Oh, fuck! Steve!"
He begins to devour you, switching from slipping his tongue inside your pussy and sucking on your sensitive nub. You start to rock your hips and whine when he holds you still.
Steve's insatiable.
He can't get enough of the way you taste, the way your dripping cunt clenches around his tongue every time he pushes it inside you. He's instantly addicted and he's determined to see how many times he can make you cum just from his mouth alone.
"Oh, my god! Fuck! Please!... Steve, I...it feels so fucking good, baby."
He lifts you up and looks up into your eyes, "ride my face, princess. Make yourself cum all over my fucking tongue."
You moan loudly and roll your hips, the sensation of his mouth on your pussy making you toss your head back in pleasure.
Your hands grip his hair and you move your cunt faster across his tongue, the spark of arousal now a full-blown inferno as you climb closer and closer to pure bliss.
Steve grips your ass and flicks his tongue faster, his name falling past your lips over and over in a desperate plea.
"Steve! Oh, God Steve! Please! Steve, you're so good...fuck, m'gonna cum you're so fucking good, baby!"
Your legs begin to shake and moments later the coil inside you snaps as you gush all over him. He growls possessively and takes everything you give him until you're too sensitive.
Steve rolls you over so you're on your back, his body caging you in.
"I'm gonna need you to do that again, baby."
Your eyes go wide, "Steve, I don't think that's possible. I'm too sensitive and-"
"Nonsense," he cuts you off and kisses down your body, a smirk dancing across his lips, it's definitely possible, princess."
He kisses your clit and you suck in a sharp breath.
"And you're gonna give me as many as I want."
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Piece of Me
Pairing: Steve Kemp x Fem!Librarian!Reader
Warnings: 18+ ONLY! Steve and his tongue are a warning duh, hints of cannibalism, oral (f receiving), squirting
Summary: Purely self indulgent! I would give anything to have Steve fucking Kemp eating me out so sensually like this. UGH.
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Steve was an incredible lover, attentive to every detail, wanting to get to know your most intimate moments of your life as well as your body. You could never fathom how someone such as yourself ended up with someone like him. He was the epitome of grace and dexterity.
As soon as his fingertips would brush against your skin you felt at peace – safe even. Your mind would switch off; forgetting your days as Steve would consume your every fibre of your being and thoughts.
“Steve…” His name rolled out of your mouth as if you were tasting the most exquisite piece of chocolate.
Your eyes closed as you felt him hover above you in bed one lazy afternoon. The sun was about to set and the curtains to your room stood wide apart. Thankfully, no one could see what was going on, as you lived in the high-rise.
His plump cherry lips were attached obsessively on your body, leaving an endless trail of kisses on your skin. He started from your arm till he reached your fingertips, kissing and sucking on each tip, his dark blue eyes boring into yours. He laughed softly as he kissed your pinky finger.
You laughed with him and tried to grab hold of a fistful of his brown soft hair. His free hand caught yours, lacing it with his, his lips once again busy kissing your knuckles, making sure to give your hand just as much attention as he did to your other one.
“I have to go close up.” You announced, huffing softly, ultimately bringing yourself back to reality.
“Isn’t it Viola’s turn to close up today? Or did you lie to me?” His eyes shot you a playful with a sinister undertone look, his voice deepened on the last syllable.
“Why would I lie to you?” You wondered, your eyes fixed on his body, watching how the sun reflected beautifully against his pale skin. You could eat him – if only you knew.
“You’re staying here because I haven’t had my dinner yet.”
By now, his hands were on your knees, spreading you wide so that he could get comfortable between them. A whiff of your scent was already driving him crazy. Your pussy was delicately on display for him to feast on. He has already feasted on the upper part of your body, gosh, your nipples were aching as they stiffened once again. He had bruised you – not that you cared. It drove you both wild when he would use his teeth, grazing and biting then sucking on them so hard then occasionally slap them so hard it made you yelp. His cock twitched with each silent scream, now throbbing in his boxers, so tight. He wanted to dive himself inside you deeply and roughly but he always managed to hold himself – nothing will change this – not today either.
“Steve, please.” You started to beg, not exactly sure for what it was that you were begging. You knew that eventually he would fuck you senseless as he always done. Why the sudden hurry? You knew that he would take his time with you. There was not one part of your body that Steve did not give attention to.
He hooked his forearms under your thighs as his hands laid flat out on your belly while the rest of his god-like body got in position, sifting on his knees as he got closer to your pussy.
Your eyes instinctively closed and your head rolled back hitting gently your pillow.
“Look at me, you know the rules.” He said huskily, feeling his cool breath near your clit.
He didn't dip his head till he was satisfied with you staring right at him. He always made you watch. He was fixated in making you to. He didn't want you to just feel. It was important to him for you to know how much he worships you and your body. If only one day he could actually slice a piece and devour you to the fullest. He groaned against your inner at the thought.
Since he was holding you in place, you couldn't do much, except to arch your back a little. His hands might have always been gentle on you but his grip was tight and strong.
A few bites and kisses to your inner thigh continuously teasing you, anticipating you for what's to come.
You wanted to beg him again, your wetness was trickling down your thighs, damp and hot - Steve had his first taste as the tip of his tongue traced down your entrance, darting his tongue from side to side slowly.
He indulged himself in teasing you, watching you helplessly, at his mercy, in your place.
"My pretty girl…my pretty wet girl." He hushed as you mewled.
His mouth was on your clit, sucking at it hard. The more you moaned, the harder he sucked, your sweet juice pouring out of you.
His eyes shot open to look at his work, your clit was a little sensitive from sucking it so he teased you some more by tapping his index finger against it.
Your eyes widened, gasping at him. "Fuck, Steve!"
He was now relentless. He dipped his head again and with his tongue he licked all the way down, fucking you with his tongue, before aggressively swinging his tongue side to side licking your sweet juice. Gosh, the way you tasted was driving him crazy. He could come each time he would eat you out. You tasted so fucking divine. Imagine the taste of your flesh.
You cried loudly, edging yourself closer, about to snap soon.
Steve encouraged you further as he played with your bud while he vigorously licked and sucked you, swallowing anything that you gave him. He always ate you dry. He would never waste a drop.
"Come all over my mouth pretty girl. C'mon." He ordered you with a moan.
"I'm so close." You gaped with a satisfied cry as you gushed all over his mouth. You were squirting today. It was even more intense, you almost blacked out.
Steve lapped with his tongue, like a starved man, your come trickling down his chin. He would get that too. He licked his lips before he wiped his chin with his fingers, then licked them clean. Your smell was in the air and in his nostrils. He could not be more pleased.
"I could stay like this forever, making you squirt on my face like this." He whispered, placing airy kisses on your pussy, down to your clit, his tongue darting out side to side once again.
"This is the first of many. You will not be able to walk tomorrow, sweet girl." He said with a promise, grinning up at you.
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Taste {2}: Smell
Steve Kemp X F!Reader
[First Part]
Summary: Steve wants you.
Words: 1,6K words
Warnings: ANGST, DARK, SMUT=DUB/NON-CON, SEX POLLEN, reader gets drugged, masturbation (f), pillow humping, PIV, rough sex, unprotected sex, mention of blood, mention of kidnapping, mention of cannibalism (duh)
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Steve panted and whipped the sweat off his forehead. After all that happened the other day with his best friend, he had been in a dire need for a run, to clear his head and figure out what to do with her.
He loved her. There was no doubt there. He was obsessed with her since he was just a mere kid. And now he had her…
But not completely.
He had to find a way. A way to get inside her head. He already had her affection that he knew, but needed more.
He wanted her to only need him and just him. He wanted her to think of him from the moment you wake up till sundown. He wanted you to dream of him, to want to be with him, to be obsessed with him.
He leaned against the table as he looked at the camera focused on you. “What are you doing now? What are you saying, Dove?”
You paced around the cold stone room, sometimes stopping to pound at the door until your first bleed.
“This is not real. This is not real.” You slapped yourself, pinched the skin of your arm. Did every trick in the book to wake yourself up and nothing worked.
You felt like you were suffocating, your mouth dry.
“Are you okay?” You heard a voice. You turned around to find the source, only to find nothing. “I heard a strange noise. Are you okay?”
“Who are you? Where are you?” You asked, crawling closer.
“I’m Noa. I’m in the cell next to yours.”
“Noa?” You said under your breath. A name that you knew very much.
“Yeah. I’m sorry you got fooled too…”
“You know… I was just like you at the beginning. ” Started Noa, her voice echoing against the stone wall. Despair lacing the words coming out of her mouth. “That I would one day get out… that someone would notice my disappearance. But, I have no one. We all have no one.”
“Isn’t that right, Penny!” Noa screamed.
You hear a weak “Yeah.”
She laughed weakly. “And he always kept on coming and coming. Taking and taking. Parts after parts.” She let out a laugh. “Can you believe it? I don’t have an ass, nor one of my legs and arms. I can barely feel anything anymore. I feel crazy…”
You listened to her through the vents connecting the cells. The more she spoke the more dread filling your stomach. They were the girls. The woman you’ve been looking for more months without ends.
Tears were streaming down your cheeks and your breath was short. You felt like you were suffocating. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.” All this time… the man doing this was in front of you all this time and you never noticed. “I couldn’t—“
You were a failure.
Noa chuckled and you heard her chain rattling. “Why are you sorry? We are all in the same boat here…”
You rubbed the snot coming out of your nose. “I was trying to find you. For months I’ve been trying.”
You heard a small ‘what’. And that deep ache inside of you grew even more. The little hope that was in that word just broke you.
“And I found you. But now I can’t do anything.”
“But can’t you— Don’t you have people who will try to look for you? Won’t the police wonder why you’re not coming to work?”
You shook your head even if you knew she couldn’t see you. All the hope in her voice made you weak. You felt all the fight inside of you leave. “They won’t. Because they didn’t care about this case. They told me that if I took it, they wouldn’t help me… I’m being rogue right now, and the police, they don’t like that.” You said, laying down in the pile of sheets that Steve called a bed.
“What the fuck. What the fuck!” Noa screamed and then all was silent. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of whimpers coming from all the women who’s hope just bursted into flame.
The moment you woke up, you could feel the difference. The air felt more thick after each and every breath and you could barely breathe. You felt hot all over but especially in between your legs.
Your pussy was pulsing with deep neediness and you felt like your clit was just begging to be played with. So you couldn’t help yourself when you pulled yourself up, pulled your sweatpants and soaked panties off of you and started rubbing your soaked pussy against your pillow. Your juice was pouring onto the cloth and soaking it. Your scent was now impregnated onto it.
You wanted it all to stop. That neediness, that hotness everything that was making you rub your clit like a woman who hadn’t had sex in years. You felt like you were about to burst at any second and touching yourself was the only remedy for it.
You placed one hand on the wall and the other brought the pillow closer to your core as you grinded on it harder, the sensation on your clit making you whimper and throw your head back.
Right as you were about to cum, you heard the door of your cell open and there he was.
Steve. A faux pout on his lips.
Image of those lips wrapped around your clit lashed inside your head and you felt humiliated, but you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t stop your hips from grinding against the pillow and cum right as he walked inside the room.
“I can’t believe you started without me, Dove.” You vaguely heard him say as you were still coming out of your high.
When you opened your eyes, you saw him right in front of you, sitting on the ground, shirtless and you felt your cunt pulse even more.
You needed more. You needed him. All rational thoughts went out the window as you growled and crawled on top of him.
You placed your hand on the imprint of his cock as you unbuckled his belt as fast as you could.
“I fucking love you like this.” He said, rubbing his nose against your cheek. “So needy for me. Obsess with me.” He kissed down your jaw, but you didn’t care. All you wanted, needed, was his cock inside your pulsing walls.
“I’m so fucking hard for you.” He growled into your ear. “Just want to feel you for days.”
You whimpered when you finally pulled his pants down enough to pull his cock out of his boxer and immediately you pulled yourself up with your knee and slid down on his erected cock.
The feeling of being full, of his cock twitching inside of you, made the burning sensation finally go away. You placed your hand on his shoulder as you pulled yourself up and down.
He placed his big hands around your hips and helped you hip and down his hard cock. “Feel so fucking good, Dove. So good and all mine.” He slapped your ass hard enough to make it blush red. You moaned at the impact
He leaned closer to you and bit your lips hard, you whimpered when you tasted blood. “Taste so fucking good.” Steve said as he licked the blood. “No one else will be able to taste you but me. I’m keeping you all to myself.”
He placed a hand around your neck and under the swell of your ass so he could lift you and slide deeper inside of you. At every thrust of his hips, his cock going deeper and the tips always touching your cervix.
“All fucking mine.” He groaned into your neck as he pistoned inside of you. You threw your head back at all the pleasure you were feeling. Your boobs moving up and down at every thrust.
Your climax came unexpectedly. You screamed as you squirt. Your juice glistening his cock and balls and some landing on his stomach and your tits.
Steve groaned as he licked it off your tits and bit down on your nipple. again drawing out blood and licking it too. “I can’t wait to fucking taste you, Dove.” He moaned out as he came inside of me. His cum painting you walls and dripping down his dick. “I fukcing love you so much.”
Only then did all your senses came back. “What did I do…” You immediately slid off his cock and crawled backward. Away from him.
Away from this monster.
“I did it again…” You said looking at your hand. “How, why?” Then you remember how the air was before all this.
You pointed at him, making him stop from going closer to him. “You did this to me. You did something to me.” You covered your lover half with your bed sheets.
“Dove…”
“Don’t you fucking call me ‘Dove’! You are not my friend! You are not my Steve! You are a monster with his face!” You screamed at him.
Steve's gaze grew hard and he locked your jaw in his grasp, hard. “Now you fucking listen to me. This has always been me. How I am. You either accept it or…”
You shook your head. “Never…” You managed to say.
He tisked. “After everything we’ve been through. You still made the wrong choice.” Is all he says before you felt something pick your neck.
Your eyes widened. “What?” You tried to push him away. Your hand pushing against his face and chest until you couldn’t anymore.
Until you felt a haze and darkness consumed everything.
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Don't Look Under the Bed
Pairing:Demon!Jefferson x F!Reader, Demon!Steve Kemp x F!Reader
Word Count: 1314
Summary: All Reader wanted to do was rent a cabin and instead she ends up being chased through the wood by two men, who aren’t entirely human.
Warning: chase kink, non-con, rough sex against a tree, cumshot, Steve has a tail, demon Jefferson and Steve, taunting, smut, dirty talk, implied kidnapping, implied forced breeding.
A/N: I have nothing to say for myself, except demons are hot. Thank you to @navybrat817 for betaing this for me, I love you. All mistakes are still my own.
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Your back was pressed up against the hard, scratchy bark. You were so tired and you needed a break. But the second you did, they would catch you. The two psychos who were chasing you through the woods. How you went from coming out to meet someone about a cabin to being prey to them, you didn't exactly know.
A branch snapped beneath a heavy footstep and fear coursed through you like a splash of cold water. They couldn't have caught up already, you hadn't taken that long of a break. Still, you held your breath, waiting for another noise to be made.
''Thought you said you knew these woods well, Jefferson," the second male said. Steve was his name if you remembered correctly. There was something off about both of them, aside from the unearthly beauty. Their whole vibe was off.
"I do, Steve, and we'll find her. Let me have my fun first. You know I love the chase," Jefferson snarled.
"Won't be too fun if we can't find her. " Steve spat . You heard an animalistic growl, but you weren't sure who it came from. Your body stood frozen, trying to melt into the tree, making yourself as small as possible.
"You are losing your touch, brother. Take a deep breath, can't you smell her? She's close, so close." His voice slithered up your spine, almost like he was next to you. Like a tacky, sticky ooze clinging to your body. If you didn't move soon, what he was doing would consume you, and it would become impossible to leave. On the other hand, any slight movement would expose
you. Tapping into your last bit of adrenaline, you shoved past the greasy film of power pressing on you and shot further into the words. A cacophony of cruel laughter echoed behind you. This was just what they wanted and you fell right into their trap.
“Ah see, Steve, there she is." You heard Jefferson say, his tone taunting.
"Run, little lamb, run," Steve sang, chuckling almost maniacally. "See how far you get before the big bad wolves catch you."
You pushed harder, trying to run faster. Branches scratched at your bare skin, tearing at your clothes, but still you kept going. Trying hard not to pay attention to your running. If you over-thought it, you would definitely fall.
You couldn't fight your curiosity, risking a glance over your shoulder. What you saw made you falter. There was no one chasing you. Where the hell did they go? A rock on the ground made you stumble, and you turned back in time to throw your hands out. Eyes shut, bracing yourself for the hard forest floor. Yet it never came.
Warm arms wrapped around you, straightening you up. Instinct flooded you, and you flinched, trying to fight his hold. “Let me go," you cried, scratching at his leather overcoat. You avoided looking into his eyes, remembering the horror movies you'd watched.
"So ungrateful,” Jefferson purred, ducking down to run his nose down your throat. He licked a stripe back up, “Mhmm, just as good as I thought.”
No matter how fruitless, your struggle was still prevalent. His hold, however, was abnormally strong, almost inhuman. There were wisps of darkness and shadows extruding from his body, which didn't seem like a good sign.
“Don't hog her, brother. Let me see."
Jefferson turned you around so sharply that you forgot to remind yourself not to look, locking eyes with Steve. Immediately as if thrown in ice water, your whole body froze. Jefferson still made the effort of yanking your arms back, trapping them against his chest.
There was nothing to be done at this point, you couldn't even move a finger and yet mentally you were fighting with all your might to break out.
“Such a pretty girl. Wonder if she wore this sundress just for us," Steve inquired, stepping closer. You could see his features more clearly now. The entirety of his eyes were black, and there was a sinister air to him. His limbs almost seemed to elongate with each step. If you doubted whether they were human or not, you were sure of it now.
He stopped a few steps away from you. The air between you seemed to ripple like there was something there. Those plush lips formed a fierce smile, teeth white and oh so sharp. Clawed
hands reached around, grabbing handfuls of your dress and tore it down the middle. Cool air caressed your exposed skin. You felt the mental sensation of shivering but no physical movement occurred.
"Lace, huh?" Jefferson whispered, " Naughty girl. Trying to tease us, aren't you?" You managed to let out a pained whimper. He kissed the spot beneath your ear and relief washed over you, feeling returning to you. "Don't fight." Jefferson warned," You're ours now. It's up to you whether you want this to be easy or hard."
"Please. Please, let me go."
Steve's hand palmed a breast as he leaned in, “Sounds like she wants this to be hard."
"Seems like it."
Eyes wide, you shook your head, repeating no. You pushed against Jefferson”s torso, attempting to free your hands. With no luck, you tried to kick at Steve.
"Feisty," Steve chuckled. He grabbed your upper arms and slammed you face first into a tree.
Not hard enough to hurt but enough to knock the breath out of you."I like my girls feisty.”
He pinned your hands above your head. The bark scratching at the soft skin. Your skirt was bunched up above your ass, underwear torn clean off. “Hold on tight, sweet one," was the only warning you got before Steve pushed into you.
Your nails clawed at the trunk, mouth open in soundless groan. Every thrust left you breathless, strangled moans the air around you. There was some heavy breathing coming from behind you both. Jefferson must be enjoying the view of you being ravished. Steve's grip was bruising, enough that you felt that if he squeezed tighter, he'd crack a bone.
“How is she?"
“Tight," Steve grunted. "So fucking tight. I can barely move. Luckily she's soaked. Dripping wet. You like this, sugar?" He licked the side of your face, humming at the taste.
You keened, not being able to move. Part of you was trying to convince yourself that you didn't like it. Wanting to ignore the way your body responded to his touch. You wanted more, almost craved it. Your hips beginning to move back at their own accord. Steve growled, feeling you push back.
Something hard and furry slid up your leg and you picked down to see a tail. Steve had a tail. A tail that was now brushing over your clit, applying pressure with each pass. It felt so good, and you mewled, widening your stance, feeling the pressure building in your core. The muscles of your body tensing as the pressure gave way to pure ecstasy.
Your loud moan was gargled by Steve's hand pushing your face further against the bark. "Milking me, baby. I can feel you clenching me. Want me to fill you up."
"No, Steve, " Jefferson snarled, "Not this time. Together."
"Sorry brother, I got carried away." Steve apologized in a strangled tone. You could feel his end approaching, but instead of feeling him cum inside you, he pulled out, coating your ass and upper thighs.
You wrapped your arms around the trunk to keep yourself upright when Steve released his grip. Slowly you sank to the ground, hiding your face from the two men. This didn't feel real and, what was worse, was that you knew you weren't free; they'd never let you go.
“Oh, button, no hiding now. We have to get you home," Jefferson stated, his arms wrapping around your waist, effortlessly yanking your feet, "By the end of the night, you'll be fully ours.”
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Goldilocks & the Three Men, Part 4
Summary: Time to pick some apples
Pairings: Steve Kemp X Reader
Rating: explicit
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (F receiving), 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1.2K
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You wake from a hazy dream, only vaguely remembering what you were doing before. Head cloudy with all kinds of crazy thoughts and dreams. Stretching your arms above your head, and yawning, you feel a soft breath on your bare shoulder.
Rolling over to see exactly where you are, and what is happening, because the last thing you remember was Sy chopping wood. Rolling over, you see a bit of Steve’s sleeping face squished up on the pillow and sleeping peacefully. His mouth slightly turned up in a smile, and this is the first time you remember just feeling comfortable.
You stare at him a bit longer before booping his nose, and he wakes up with a sleepy smile, “Why am I in here?”
He flops over on his back, stretching out himself, before looking back at you with a smile. “Ole Papa and Daddy need their whole bed this morning. I thought, you and I could spend a bit of time together. Wanted to take you out into the woods, show you around.”
“You won’t leave me, will you?” you give him a playful pout, but it is something you are concerned about. The woods seemed to work differently here. Everything seemed close together, and it was easy to get lost. He shakes his head no.
“Figured we could pick some apples,” you go wide eyed about this. Every time you had an encounter with one of the brothers, apples were included in some way. “And maybe give you a quick history of the apples.”
“So there is a story there?” he nods, going to get himself out of the bed. “Why are they always feeding me apples? What’s the difference between the green and the red apples? Are there other colors of apples?” you swear you hear a low growl in the cottage, and you stop.
“Easy with the questions. We’ll talk more outside. I just need you to get out of the house, because we’re out of apples, and I’m sure...let’s just go.”
You don’t know what it was that Steve was going to tell you, but you are curious to find out. Deciding to get ready quickly before he grabs up a basket for the apples. The two of you walk mostly in silence when you come across the trees. The two of them almost alone, protected even, in the thick dark woods. He starts picking some of the red apples.
You take the time to look around. This is the place had come to when you journeyed into the woods. Your eyes look around and still you don’t see the exit anywhere.
“It’s enchanted, you know?” you look at Steve, and realize that you hadn’t been helping him. “That old man, he tried to stop you. The woods are cursed. Stupid faeries, and stupid princes. Princes always seem to be the bane of our existence.”
You walk over to him, helping him pick the red apples, but you look over to the green ones. Almost noxious in color. “Don’t touch those. They are powerful. Bind you even more to the world you are in, but also makes you go into a deep sleep. Enough of them can make a deadly poison. Wanna know the cure?”
He gives you a kind smile, reaching in front of you to get another apple. “True love’s kiss.”
“Fairy tales,” you snort at him. This is such an odd place to be.
“You have no idea. Take these red apples here, you don’t ever wonder why Mr. Big and Mr. Thick always want you to be eating apples?”
You give him a nod. It was weird. “Glamour,” you don’t follow. “Glamour, it keeps you from seeing who we really are.”
“And who is that?” you reach down and take a red apple, jokingly holding it to your mouth. “What are you and they hiding from me?”
“Doesn’t matter anymore Goldie,” he steps up to you, running his hand over your neck. Giving the sensitive skin a little nibble. “Pretty sure they claimed you. I called you and yet, they claim you. So it’s only fair.”
“What do the red apples do, Steve? Who are you?”
“No,” his voice heavy on your body. His hands inching even closer to your hips, before they drift down your thighs. “It’s what are we. And I think you know. What do you always see?”
“You’re not a…can’t be,” he drops down to his knees, lifting up your dress. “Steve…wh-wh-what are you trying to say?”
Pushing your body up against the apple tree, he brings one of your legs over his shoulder. Staring at your cunt, before leaning in to devour you. His nose moves up and down your slit, spreading your arousal around. Using his tongue to kitten lick at your bundle of nerves. His tongue entering into your tight hole, and you run your fingers through his longer locks. Gripping tight to the soft waves.
Your head pointing to the sky, letting him know how it’s, “Just right,” over and over again. His sharp teeth giving your swollen clit a nibble, yelping out in a pleasured pain, Steve looks at you. Already becoming a mess. The apples wouldn’t even be necessary at this point with how blissed out you are.
Steve pulls you off of the tree, before settling you onto the ground. Stripping himself before he crawls over your body. A slight stretch, but it’s perfect. “Steve, it’s just…just right.”
“I knew it would be. Always is,” his hips thrust softly into your quivering folds. Your eyes fluttering close, and his face blurs into something else. “Steve. Oh god, Steve,” leaning to your neck again, he gives it a little nibble before an almost animalistic growl exists his muzzle.
His body thicker, harder, harrier, but it still feels just right.
“Mmm,” his voice rumbles on your skin, and you try to bring him closer to you. Your legs circling around his large body, and you pull him even deeper. “They were right. You are perfect.”
“Just for you.”
“Only me?” unable to open your eyes, you shake your head no. “You wanting to share?”
Immense pressure builds in your tummy. You close your eyes tight with the orgasm that sits right there. Claiming that you were just Steve’s, felt so wrong. But he was determined that you would be all his. “Give in to me. I called, and you came. Me. You’re mine. All mine.”
“I can’t,” just as that calming rush runs through your body, you look at him, letting out the tiniest of yelps. “Steve?”
Hearing a quick whoosh, Steve goes limp on your body, and you see him, the glamour and massive pleasure evaporating, making it able for you to see him, the real him. No longer a man, but in fact a bear. You go to push the dead weight off of you, and just can’t. Coming out in more of strangled grunts. “Oh, my god! Get off of me. He-he-he’s dead.”
“No he’s not,” a man goes to pull the bear off of you and you scramble back looking at the two new tall men that are now in the woods with you. These are men you hadn’t seen before.
“Son of a bitch! I told you to kill him.”
“Who are you two?” you look up at them, your eyes going back between the two of them, and the taller of the two squats down beside you.
“Are you okay?”
“You were supposed to kill him!”
“Why?” it’s all too much. You aren’t sure what’s going on.
“He’s supposed to be dead. We can’t take him back to his brothers not dead. They can live, this one...” he turns to look at you, those bright green eyes glaring. “He was about to eat you.”
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Hello my friends!! Going into the new year, I have the goal to write even more than I did this year :) A way I'm hoping to motivate myself is to tell you guys what WIPs I have and maybe knowing that you know about them will encourage me to actually write them hehe so here they are!!
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𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍
A visit to the doctors takes a turn you didn't expect.
pairing — steve kemp x reader
w/c — 1.9k
this is a dark explicit fic. 18+ only.
warnings — dubcon (abuse of power), body image issues (enlarged labia), boyfriend being a dickhead, no use of 'Y/N', oral (f receiving).
a/n: Yeah, I just had to get this out of my system. Not beta read. There are no Fresh spoilers in this fic, just blips of dialogue I repurposed. Thank you to @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky for letting me scream at you about this.
Anxiety settled like a bottomless pit in your stomach.
Your hardly digested breakfast sat uncomfortably in your gut as it churned, and you couldn't help but wonder if you were making a mistake as you sat in the waiting room for your consultation with the renowned plastic surgeon, Doctor Kemp.
With a deep shuddering sigh, you scrunched the plastic surgery brochure in your hand, looking over the stark, clean lines of the doctor's office. It was clinical with not a spec of dust out of place. It was perfect. A part of you hoped maybe you would end up perfect too.
Never in your life did you think you would end up wanting to modify your body, but you couldn't get the words of your boyfriend out of your head.
"I just can't eat you out. The sight… It turns me off." His lip turned up in disgust. "It's like a fucking roast beef curtain."
Your vagina looked like a roast beef curtain.
A roast beef curtain.
Those words rang in your head like an endless alarm, blaring into your brain that there was something wrong with you, something ugly that marred you.
The mirror had become your worst enemy, as you spent countless nights in front of it, crying at the sight before you.
You hadn't seen any other vaginas, never having watched porn, so you had nothing to compare it to. But you could see the way your labia stood out against the rest of your skin.
Endless Google searches into what a 'normal' vagina was meant to look like sent you down a dangerous rabbit hole. One that lead you to the discovery of labiaplasty.
It seemed simple, right? Just remove the excess.
Remove the skin that was considered repulsive. That made you undesirable.
Tears welled in your eyes as you picked at your fingers, ignoring the way it added more imperfections to your skin as you wondered if you'd ever truly be craved. If anyone would actually want to touch you.
When the nurse called your name, you quickly brushed away any fallen tears, pulling on your best smile as you were led to the doctor's office.
It was as pristine as the rest of the complex, a grey feature wall bearing all of Doctor Kemp's accreditations and achievements, multiple awards for his work.
Seeing the certificates on the wall helped ease some of your worries, but the sight of the doctor had your stomach doing a complete flip.
In green scrubs that accentuated his broad alluring form, he ran a hand through his tousled hair that looked so soft you just wanted to touch it. The thought caught you off guard, shaking your head a little to clear your mind as you sat in the chair before him.
"You can go home, Hope. This is my last appointment for the day."
The nurse left with a curt nod, leaving you alone with the overwhelming presence of the surgeon.
Doctor Kemp smiled at you from behind his desk, studying your face, as if scanning for imperfections. It made you feel analysed, a gentle heat spreading through your cheeks and down your neck at the twinkling leer in his gaze.
"So, how can I help you, sweetheart?" The term of endearment had you choking on your words instantly, not picking up on the way his gaze darkened as he watched you.
"I- I mentioned it in my form." You gestured to the medical questionnaire on his desk. It was so much easier expressing your issue there, not having to speak the words that haunt you.
"I know, but I want to hear you say it."
There was a silence as blazing tension filled the room, the rise and fall of your chest slow as your heart raced against your ribcage. It was as if you could cut the air with a knife, anticipation buzzing.
Doctor Kemp simply sat back in his leather chair, awaiting your answer.
"My p-pussy. The labia are too big. Doctor Kemp, It's ugly." You couldn't help the way your voice shook, emotion laced into every syllable.
There was an unreadable guise on Doctor Kemp's face as he leaned forward with a 'hm', elbows on his desk as he looked over your medical history. "Please, call me Steve." His expression softened, a beaming grin forming on his lips as his eyes slowly scanned up your body.
You felt uneasy with the way he made your shoulders feel weighted under his stare, but it made sense for a doctor to have to look at your body, right?
Steve got up from his chair, moving past you to lay some paper down over the examination bench, turning to you with that encapsulating smile. "Well, let's take a look, shall we? Strip, put the gown on, and lie down." His order was simple as he moved back to his desk, sitting down as he started marking notes on your sheet.
You hesitated. Did doctors usually stay in the room while the patient changed?
Steve seemed so confident in his actions that there was no room for argument, so it seemed like this was just part of the usual routine.
Your feet padded towards the medical bed, beginning to slowly strip piece by piece, ignoring the fiery glances that Steve threw your way as each garment was removed. Once you'd put the gown on, you placed your neatly folded clothes on the chair, ignoring the cool air against your back that was exposed in the itchy robe.
Pushing all doubts aside, you hoisted yourself onto the bed and lay down, making sure your body was covered with some decency. What little decency you felt you had left after the doctor had watched you change.
"Let's have a look at this ugly pussy then. Are you 'gonna be good?" It felt as if he was mocking you, but the sultry drawl to his tone had heat rising in your core, much to your confusion. Your body never responded like this, but something about Steve pulled you into his thrall.
"I asked if you were going to be good." There was a sternness laced in, causing your thighs to clench subconsciously.
"Yes, I'll be good."
"That's what I like to hear. Now, spread your legs nice and wide, sweetheart. I'll be nice and gentle with you. Unless you're bad."
Surely, he wasn't supposed to be speaking to you like this.
You could see his certifications that hung high on the wall from where you lay. A reminder.
He was well known. Highly regarded. Someone with such high standing wouldn't do anything wrong. It was a naive notion, but one you never knew better than.
With a sharp inhale, you lifted your legs so your knees were raised. But you hesitated with opening your legs, humiliation surging through you like a tidal wave.
What if he laughed at you?
"Bad girl. Do as you're told," Steve husked, gloved fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs as he forced them apart, a chill settling in your body as the air-conditioned air hit your pussy.
Your throat felt thick as you were bared to him. You couldn't even bring yourself to look at Steve as you felt gloved fingers pulling apart your lips, the semblance of a breath ghosting over your glistening petals.
"You’re so wet already.”
“What?”
It took you a moment to process what was happening as a latex digit teased your entrance before it languidly trailed its way up towards your clit.
Every muscle in your body went taut as Steve lazily circled your clit with his finger, watching the way your pussy clenched around nothing from the sudden touch. It felt as if the breath in your lungs was constricted as Steve’s touch left you feeling hot.
With an annoyed grunt, he removed the gloves with a snap, fingers returning to their ministrations as you couldn’t help but whimper.
Your boyfriend had never touched you like this. So slowly. So erotically. As if you could feel yourself being slowly pulled apart.
“I don’t understand. Steve- Please stop.” Your hand moved to try and push him away, but he was quick to grab your wrists in a punishingly tight grip.
“Ah-ah. None of that. I need to do a thorough inspection to know what I’m working with. If you interrupt me, I won’t be able to help you. You want my help, don’t you, sweetheart?”
You couldn’t muster more than a slight nod before Steve returned to toying with your pussy, as if you were his personal toy, his to play with.
Everything became so much more vivid the moment Steve’s tongue dragged up your pussy. It’s as if the sounds become louder, the colours brighter, and the touches more intense as he lapped at your folds. He muttered small praises of, “seems perfect to me” and “pretty girls like you just taste better” as he explored your pussy like a man starved.
No part of you was left untouched by his tongue as he grunted, collecting your flowing juices before focusing his licks on your sensitive bundle of nerves.
His tongue drew shapes over your clit as you writhed, your hands settling in his luscious locks that were just as soft as they looked. Steve didn’t falter for a second, hungrily growling as he could feel your body beginning to shudder.
“Are you going to be a good girl and cum? You’re fucking soaking. I can tell how much you love my tongue on your sweet cunt.”
The world started to become hazy as sharp sizzling pleasure flowed through your body, and when Steve added two fingers to your wet heat, thrusting them in with a gravelly groan as your toes curled. “That’s it, sweetheart. Take my fingers like you’ll take my cock. God, you’re so fucking tight. Who knew a pretty thing like you would become such a dirty slut for me.”
His words kept spilling against your clit as stars filled your vision, sensory overload taking over as it all became too much. Your back arched with a high whine as you came, walls fluttering around Steve’s fingers and hips thrusting against his face as you rode out the rippling waves.
You’d never felt anything like it.
No one had touched you like this before. Made you feel so wanted, so desired.
You looked at Steve with hooded eyes as he sat up, chin shining with your release, a satisfied smile dancing on his plush lips. “Seems perfectly fine to me, don’t you think? I don’t normally say this, but the surgery isn’t necessary. Whoever suggested you get this procedure, I’d love to watch their head roll.”
Shock filled you, eyes blinking at Steve as you processed the situation in your post-orgasm haze. He moved to his desk, pouring you a glass of water before bringing it to you, holding it to your lips. “Open.”
Still lost, you opened your mouth, letting him pour the liquid past your lips. It was refreshing and helped you douse some of the fire burning in your veins.
But as Steve went to put the glass down, your head started to feel heavy, limbs becoming harder to move as mist clouded your vision, the room swaying despite your stationary position.
“But the thing is, you’re just so perfect. I have to have you.”
“You what-?” Your words were slurred as the office became a blur of white.
But amongst it all, the one constant you could see was Steve’s smile. It was hauntingly stark against the darkness that started to blur the edges of your vision.
The last thing you saw before the world went dark was Steve leaning down, nuzzling his face close to yours with radiant happiness oozing from him, the world hue of deep azure.
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