#steve kemp drabble
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keep your heart open, i’ll keep mine open, too.
part one / part two
pairing: steve kemp x curvy!reader
warnings: 18+ only. this is a dark fic. smut. normal steve kemp warnings.
words: 4.4k
notes: month late valentines “drabble”. one down, three to go 🥴. anyway, hope you enjoy. thanks in advance for reading 🖤 as always, comments and reblogs are always welcome and so appreciated!
“See, this is fun, isn’t it?” Steve smiled at you, the crinkles by his eyes deepening as he beamed.
You swallowed and gave him a small smile, nodding softly as you looked back down at the pizza dough he’d helped you knead. “Yeah, it is,” you agreed.
The counter was covered in flour as your formed and stretched dough sat waiting to be topped. Steve brought over the bowl of his homemade pizza sauce and offered you a spoon as he stood next to you.
“Just plop it on and spread it,” he smiled as he did just that to his own dough, looking over to you as you watched him smear the sauce around.
Taking a scoop onto your spoon, you mimicked him, spreading the sauce evenly. Just like frosting a cake, you smiled to yourself at the familiar action you hadn’t been able to do since Steve had gotten you here.
You’d missed this, baking, decorating, being able to lose yourself in the work. The simplicity, familiarity of it all. It was nice having a distraction. You didn’t have many of those here. You were always acutely aware of everything that was going on. Everything.
“Sweetheart?” Steve's voice cut through your train of thought, pulling you out of your head.
“Hm?” you hummed, having missed his previous question.
“Cheese?” he asked again, a smile playing on his lips but you could tell by the hard look in his eye he was concerned, wary of where your thoughts were trailing off to. Your eyes widened as you took a breath before forcing a smile on your face with a slight nod.
“Right, yeah,” you said, grabbing a handful of the shredded cheese from the bowl he set down. You sprinkled the shreds evenly over the sauce before grabbing a bit more for the bare spots.
“Okay, now for our toppings,” Steve announced as he turned to the small bowls of topping options he’d set out, sliding them down the counter closer to the both of you. You were glad to find he hadn’t set out any meat options in the bowls as you considered the choices. “Oh, I almost forgot,” Steve walked to the fridge, pulling out a small store bought bag of mini pepperoni slices, tossing it in his hand as he strode back to your side, “I bought these, too. Just for you.”
It was comical, really, his dedication to his “vegetarian” eating habits. No animals, just people.
He opened the bag as he looked at you, offering it for you to take. You stared at his hand a moment before he spoke again. “Come on, I know you like pepperoni,” he goaded.
“Thank you,” you said quietly, grabbing the bag from his hand. You placed only a few pieces on your pizza before discarding the baggy to the side. You went back to the plethora of veggie options laid out before you and continued topping your pizza until you were satisfied.
“Done,” you smiled, turning to see Steve’s. His pizza was much the same as your own, sans the pepperoni. “Oven?” you asked.
“Would you open it for me,” he said as he took hold of the peel your pizza was on, walking behind you as you went to open the door of the oven. The heat that greeted you as you pulled it open was a welcomed warmth. You used to hate the feeling, but in this moment, you bathed in the warmth the oven offered you, the warmth you had sorely missed. Moving aside, you watched as he slid your personal size pizza onto the rectangular pizza stone before he walked his own pizza over, placing it next to yours and then shutting the oven himself. He exhaled as he turned to look at you where you were now leaning against the counter.
“Now we wait,” he announced, walking closer to you before caging you in where you stood, his arms on either side of you as he gazed down. Your eyes met his and when they did he leaned down to place a gentle kiss against your lips. His hands went from the counter to around you as he pulled you against him. Your own hands came up to his chest, not exactly pushing him away, just touching him. When he finally parted from your lips, you were able to breathe again as you let your head drop, resting against him as your hands dropped in turn.
You felt his lips press against your head softly, his arms hugging you as you let yourself relax against him. “I love you,” he murmured. You squeezed your eyes shut at that, still not used to hearing it. Even after six months, it was jarring. Though you couldn’t deny you were getting more and more used to it with each day that passed.. “We’ll have pizza, you can pick a movie, and then I have a few more things planned for tonight,” he simpered, “a few gifts for you, too.”
You pulled away from him, grimacing. “Steve, you-”
“Ah ah,” he cut you off. “No objections. It’s Valentine’s Day. You’re my valentine, I want to show you how much I care for you. Besides, you’re gonna love them, I know you will,” he smirked, leaning down closer to kiss you once again. “In fact, I’ll show you your first gift now, since we’re already here.”
Your brows furrowed at that, but you followed him as he led you around the island to where the lower cupboards opened. He pulled the doors open and gestured for you to look. You eyed him warily before slowly squatting down to look inside. Your eyes rounded as you were met with a box labeled as a 15 piece bakeware set. Williams Sonoma, you breathed a soft laugh through your nose, nice. Your gaze flicked from the box, up to Steve as he smiled down at you.
“I have most tools you’d need already, but if you need anything specific, just tell me. I figured,” he offered his hand to you and you took it as you stood, “you could get back to baking. You’ve been so good, and I trust you. I want you to feel more at home here, I don’t want to have to keep you downstairs all the time. It’d be good for you to have more space, and ya know, get back to doing the things you love to do,” his hands were on your arms as he stared down at you adoringly, “I want you to be happier… You smile, but that glimmer in your eye is missing. I want it back,” he told you as he pulled you closer, bringing one hand up to caress your cheek. You blinked up at him, your hands coming up to touch his arm gently. Your lips were slightly parted as you nodded before you looked away.
“Thank you,” you breathed. “I do miss baking,” you admitted as you took a step closer to him, warily moving to wrap your arms around him, resting your head on his chest as you hugged him, lightly and cautiously at first before you melted into his warmth as he hugged you in return. “I think you’re right. It’ll be good, to be out here more. Be around you more,” you trailed off, hoping you said the right thing.
You could try and tell yourself it was just to make him happy, but there was some truth to it. You couldn’t deny that you did want to see him more. He had been around less and less the past few weeks and the solitude was going to drive you stir crazy. You hated being downstairs. Hated all the noises you couldn’t drown out no matter how hard you tried. It was quiet up here. Spacious, peaceful. And Steve was up here.
Missing someone and being dependent on someone are two different things. You tried to remind yourself of that when you’d get scared or lonely down in your room and would find yourself wanting Steve around, but the two ideas seemed to be blending into one another more and more lately. But you couldn’t try and hold onto that distinction. It made everything so much more difficult, harder to bear. Sometimes you had to drown yourself out, allow yourself to be comforted by him, to relax in this home with him. What other option did you have? Either way you were gonna go crazy and if you had to choose, you’d rather delude yourself than fall further into the sinking pit of despair that awaited you back downstairs.
“You’ve missed me?” he asked, simpering, his hands running up and down your back soothingly.
“Yes,” you murmured in response.
He pulled away from you then, his hand coming to your chin, tilting your face up to his as he smiled brightly. “Good,” his voice was deep, gravely as his eyes flitted from your own down to your lips. You leaned in before he did, your hands finding his hair, fingers threading through the brown locks as you pulled him closer, your lips pressing against his tenderly.
His hold on you was firm until you broke the kiss, taking a step back to breathe while lightly grabbing his hands in yours.
“I could.. I could bake something?” you offered, though you both knew it was more of a question, asking his permission while you worried your lip, looking up at him hopefully.
He squeezed your hand as he considered you for less than a second, “Tomorrow.”
You blinked and flitted your eyes away from his, “Okay,” you responded, giving a tight lipped smile and trying not to look so let down as you glanced back up at him. He brought up a hand to caress your cheek, “Tomorrow,” he reiterated, holding your eye as he spoke, “Now go make yourself comfortable, I’ll check the food and we can…” he trailed off as his eyes narrowed ever so slightly at you. You didn’t mean to but you stiffened a bit at the idea of him being around your food without you seeing him and what he was doing.
He huffed a laugh as he watched you, “Come on, you trust me, don’t you?”
You said nothing, just kept your eyes on him.
“Trust is a two way street, sweetheart. You still can’t trust me to bring you your food but you expect me to trust you to have free reign of the house?” Your eyes widened subtly at his words…free reign? “I thought we were finally getting past all of this,” he continued.
“We are,” you interjected, “I am,” you nodded. “I trust you. I do, I trust you,” you tried to assure him, though he only stared back in response as he assessed your reaction. “Steve,” you said more calmly, gentler as you worked to keep your voice even, “if you trust me,” you grabbed his hand and took a step closer to him, “I trust you.” A smile made its way to your lips as you now caressed his cheek in your soft palm, you pulled him a bit closer as you reached up to peck him on his other cheek. Without another word you turned around and made your way into the entertainment room. You glanced over your shoulder as Steve finally turned around and walked further into the kitchen to check on the pizzas.
You realized as you sat on the couch, Steve entirely out of view, that you’d do just about anything to not have to go back downstairs again. Other parts of your brain might disagree with your thought process, but you just couldn’t take it alone down there anymore. So if all you had to do, if all he wanted from you was trust, then that’s exactly what you’d give him.
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You sighed as you let your head rest against the feather filled pillows on Steve’s bed. The king sized mattress was like heaven beneath you. The weight of the down comforter atop you was relaxing and the feeling of the warm material against your clean, soft skin was silky and soothing.
But it wasn’t just the bed that had you feeling so good, it was the fact that you felt just a bit more free. Less of a prisoner. The shadows and haunting sounds that crept into the room downstairs at night were nowhere to be found up here. Your eyes fell shut at the peace that encompassed you for the time being.
Steve’s second gift of the night, after you’d eaten your pizza and let him hold you while you watched a movie neither of you were truly interested in, was found upstairs. He led you up the steps and then into his bedroom where a small black bag was waiting for you on the bed.
“Open it,” he gestured to the bag with a turn of his head as he pulled you further into the room. You walked to the bed and the baby blue lingerie you found staring back at you after you’d looked into the bag had you swallowing hard.
Steve’s arms came around you from behind, his chin on your shoulder before he placed a lingering kiss on the delicate skin of your neck. “Can I take a shower?” you asked delicately.
“Yeah,” he answered, “yeah, of course. Just wanna show you one more thing.”
He led you to the closet, your brows furrowed in confusion until he pulled the doors open. You turned your eyes from the clothes to Steve as he smiled. “My clothes…” you said, throat tight. “How did you, uhm,” you stopped yourself from asking the question you surely knew the answer to. He’d taken your keys, purse, everything off of you, of course he had access to your apartment. “How long have you had them?”
“A while. I’ve just been waiting until I knew you were ready to bring you up here. This is where I want you to be, it’s where you belong. With me.”
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There was a lot you could currently be losing it about, but you had decided earlier, under the heavy stream of warm water, that you just didn’t want to think about any of it. You were tired. You didn’t have the energy to be anything but accepting. Or maybe the better word was complacent.. You laughed a bit at yourself. It didn’t matter anymore. Who cares?
At the end of the day you were stuck here, simple as that. And Steve had said it himself, he wants you to be happier. You could do that, you tried to believe it though the pit in your stomach felt otherwise.
You startled as the blanket moved from around you, your eyes shooting open in surprise.
“Just me,” Steve soothed with a gentle touch to your arm.
“Sorry, I didn’t hear you,” you tried to explain away the flash of fear you knew he’d seen in your eyes.
“Lost in thought again, pretty girl?” he purred as he got on the bed and moved closer.
You covered yourself with your arms, trying to shrink in on yourself. He grabbed your arms and pulled them away from your body, pinning them by your head as he got on top of you. He tsked, clicking his tongue as he shook his head, “Don’t hide from me, baby. Don’t ever hide from me.”
He leaned down, taking your lips in his, kissing you fervently. He pulled away, letting his eyes drag down your body, smiling as he took in the blue lingerie. The embroidered lace and Italian silk looked just as beautiful on you as he had imagined it would. He slid his hands from your arms, letting his touch glide down your sides as he moved down your supine form. Your breath hitched, goosebumps rising under his attention. Smoothing his touch back up your waist, tickling you with his feather light graze, he kept on until he met your chest. He squeezed your breasts through the silk material of the bra, your nipples pebbling as he fondled you, before dragging his hands back down your stomach and finally hooking his fingers in the strings of the waistband of the matching panties.
Your hips raised without instruction as he slid them down, tossing them to the other side of the bed before he pulled your legs apart, his eyes dark and his gaze lecherous, but his touch still deceptively soft as his fingertips brushed up and down your thighs.
You watched him through heavy lids, your breathing a bit harder than normal as you waited in anticipation. Slowly he brought himself closer to where you both wanted him to be. You whimpered pathetically when you felt his warm breath on your glistening folds, and gasped again as his tongue dragged up your slit, moaning as he flicked it against your clit, playing you so perfectly. You couldn’t say you didn’t want it. In fact, you longed for it. Just to be able to revel in the pleasure he’d give you and forget about all the bad, forget where you were and why. To be completely uninhibited, at least for the time being.
Steve’s tongue was firm against your cunt as he continued lapping at you while you writhed under him. So much so that he had to grip your hip to keep you still while he worked on you. You exhaled sharply and made a strangled noise when he decided to delve into your slick entrance, working his tongue in and out of you as your fingers wound in his hair, urging him on.
He growled against you as he ate you out hungrily. His free hand came from around your thigh to your dripping entrance as he moved his mouth back to your clit. Two of his fingers played with your wetness before sinking knuckle deep inside of you, massaging you teasingly until he found your g-spot, rubbing repeatedly over the spongy spot in a come hither motion, coaxing you closer and closer to your high. You felt that ever familiar tightening in your lower belly, your walls clenching around Steve’s fingers greedily. Your eyes squeezed shut and you swore you saw stars as he sucked on your clit, your hand mindlessly pulling on his hair as you finally shattered. His name left your mouth repeatedly amidst your moans and hushed curses while you dissolved into pleasure beneath him.
He worked you through your orgasm before pulling away, licking his lips wolfishly as he leaned over you. “Good girl,” he purred, brushing his lips against yours. “Taste fucking amazing,” he continued before taking your lips in his hungrily, letting his tongue dip inside your mouth as you moaned.
Your eyes were closed again when he pulled away from you as you caught your breath, letting your body relax until you felt prodding against your folds. Your hazy eyes opened to find Steve between your legs again, his erect cock in his hand as he ran the tip of himself up and down your slit teasingly. You mewled as he rubbed at your puffy clit with the head of his dick, he was breathing heavily as he stared down at your already messy sex, a smug smirk on his lips before he lined himself up with your hole, pressing into you slowly, a shaky mewl leaving you on an exhale as Steve moaned at the feeling of your warm, wet walls taking him in. He leaned over you then, sliding deeper inside of you as he brought himself face to face with you, his eyes never leaving your own. He held himself up above you on one arm, the other holding your hip as he watched your face, loving the way your lips parted in a gentle “o” as he nestled himself inside of you. When his hips were flush against yours, his cock filling your pussy full, he rolled his hips against you expertly, earning a deep moan from you as he continued stoking the fire within you, sending sparks through you as he stimulated your clit with each roll of his hips, slow and deep strokes as you took every inch. You grabbed onto him, one arm around his back and the other finding his hair, pulling him closer to you as you hitched one leg around him, grinding up against him to meet his movements. “Yes,” your voice rose unbidden in a breathless moan. His face was in your neck, nipping and sucking bruises into the soft flesh as he fucked you. You babbled as he began pounding into you, the pressure compounding in your core. You were so close already. Steve moaned in your ear, praises grunted through grit teeth as he ground himself against you. You groaned, murmuring in pleasure as your foot flexed against his ass, urging him deeper. He was hitting all your sweet spots and you knew he knew what he was doing as he smiled against your skin when you mewled.
“Steve,” you moaned pathetically, “please, please, please,” you cried as your face screwed up in pleasure from his relentless thrusts. Your nails sunk into his back as your walls were snug around him.
“I know, baby, I know,” he cooed. “Feels good, huh. Always take me so well, sweetheart. Fuck, you’re squeezin me so tight,” he huffed, “Know you wanna come, baby, I know what you need. I’ll give it to you,” he promised with another roll of his hips as you arched into him with a strangled whimper.
His presence was suffocating you, his being nearly swallowing you entirely as you lost yourself to him - and you couldn’t bring yourself to care in the slightest. The sinful fullness in your core and the sparks that flew inside and all over you as he fucked you, playing your body perfectly, his whimpers and moans and curses sounding in your ear and floating along your skin, the feeling of his strong body against yours had you tumbling head first into your second orgasm as you held onto him for dear life, trying to keep him as close to you as you could in your euphoria. A high pitched gasp escaping you as your walls constricted around him, moans spilling from your lips as you milked his cock and he once again brought you over the edge. Electricity surged through you, you felt your nerve endings light up in pure delight as he kept his pace, only faltering for a moment but determined to prolong your pleasure for as long as he could manage.
“Ahh fuck,” he hissed as you clenched down on his cock, your legs twitching around him and heavy breaths falling from his lips as he puffed, trying not to lose himself just yet. “God, you’re so good,” he grunted, “so fucking good,” he praised as he rode you through your high, his thumb stroking your skin gently as he braced your hip. The stark contrast in his touch stirring something in you even as his hips began losing their rhythm as he chased his own high.
“‘M close, baby,” he whined. “Fuck, I’m gonna give it to you, gonna fill you so fuckin full of me.
Tell me you want it.
Tell me you fuckin want it,” he husked darkly.
“Want it,” you murmured. A low growl and a tight squeeze on your hip had you speaking up again.
“Please, Steve, I want it,” you keened.
The feeling of you squeezing him, holding onto him so tightly, your soft body pressed to his, your whines of pleasure filling the air and mingling with the obscene sounds of him fucking you, the way you moaned his name, all of it suddenly had his eyes screwed shut as he tensed, grunting and puffing as he shot his load, his spend filling you up as his cock pulsed inside of you. The deep, throaty growl he unleashed as he came sent an unexpected wave of arousal through you as he thrust into you once, twice more before he finally collapsed on top of you. Rolling over and taking you with him, you both worked to catch your breath as you came down. You laid your head on his chest as his hands ran soothingly up and down your skin. No words were exchanged from either of you as you laid there, only a content, satisfied sigh coming from Steve. When he finally pulled out of you, you could feel his spend sticky on your skin and grimaced at the feeling, gingerly moving to climb off the bed as you spoke.
“Is it okay if I use the bathroom?”
“Yeah,” he answered, getting up after you, “I’m gonna shower, actually.”
You didn’t say anything as he followed you into the bathroom, coming up behind you and letting his hand graze from your hip, along your back as he made his way further in to the shower. You stood in front of the mirror, just out of his sight, as you stared at the reflection you found there. It was you, but it wasn’t.. You found yourself tracing your figure, lingering on the imperfections that made you you, and then on the marks that were left on your body tonight. The light scratches, the soft bite marks, the subtle bruises you could feel forming even now.. Everything that made you his.
“Why don’t you join me,” Steve’s voice broke through your trance as you blinked away from the reflection. You knew it wasn’t so much an invitation as it was his way of telling you to join him. There was no room for argument so you made your way over to him. Stepping into the already steaming shower, the warmth was just as nice as the first time, the steady stream just as soothing. It was so easy to stop worrying - to not have to think. And as Steve’s arms wrapped around you and his head fell to the crook of your neck, peppering kisses along your skin, your lashes fluttered shut as you relaxed against him.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart,” he murmured against your skin before whispering a gentle “I love you,” against your temple, his lips pressing against you.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Steve,” you breathed.
Nearly an hour later, you found yourself back in his bed, being held in his embrace, nestled under the covers as you mindlessly nuzzled into his bare chest. It wasn’t long before you felt your eyelids begin to grow heavier and heavier, eventually fluttering shut.
Vaguely, you were aware that you were slipping completely, but it was too late to stop the fall. Not that you’d even dare to try. Not anymore.
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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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I Say, You Do
pairing: steve kemp x female!reader
words: 2.4k
warnings: 18+ only, smut, somewhat dark (I mean it is Steve Kemp), somewhat dubcon, degradation kink, praise kink, impact play, sadism/masochism, restraints, dom/sub aspects, spitting, use of vibrator, orgasm denial, edging, fingering (fem receiving), oral (fem receiving), oral (male receiving), face fucking, nipple play
summary: AU: Lady Marmalade owns a house of fabulous repute and employs only the finest specimens for her clients. After a hard week at work, the Lady knows exactly what you need.
a/n: Thank you to Dani, @yarnforbrains, for organizing this! I know I waited until the last minute, but I did enjoy this challenge!! Writing Steve is fun hehe. Enjoy this absolute filth.
➵ MASTERLIST | KO-FI | REQUESTS | LIBRARY
The work week had laid heavily on you this time. Just an enormous feeling of pressure on your shoulders to do everything made you want to do nothing at all. Think about nothing at all.
So, that’s when your friend Wanda told you about a place that she heard about that could help you do just that.
You walked in the door, a bell chiming as you walked in. You walked up to the desk and suddenly there she was – Lady Marmalade herself.
“Hey sugar,” She said sweetly, approaching the desk. “What can I do for you?”
You had known exactly what you were going to say when walking in, but suddenly all the words left your brain. It frustrated you that you couldn’t even think. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
“Hard week?” She posed, raising an eyebrow.
You huffed out. “I just feel all this pressure with work. I just don’t want to think for a while.”
She smirked. “I may have just the thing for you, sugar.” You perked up and she began to head down the hallway. “Follow me.”
You followed behind her, seeing many different doors stretched down the hall, all of them with different designs. She stopped at the last one in that hall. The door was different than the others in that it wasn’t a complete door. It was a brown wood, but it almost looked like a jail door with bars. The Lady swiped a card and door opened. She stepped inside and you followed. There was a beautiful ocean mural on the wall comprised of oranges, blues, and pinks. There was a mattress in the middle of the room with no bed frame. On the wall there were a set of chains with restraints. You felt yourself clench at the sight. You looked over to the Lady. How did she know exactly what you needed? To be out of control for a change.
She smirked at you knowingly. “Well, have a seat,” She said ushering to the mattress. “Dr. Kemp likes his victims, I mean patinets, to be in position when he arrives.”
You raised your eyebrows, but took a seat on the bouncy mattress, your back to the wall. The Lady pulled your hands above your head and secured them in the restraints. She looked down to you and whispered, “Have fun,” with a wink. She left; the door closing shut behind her.
You felt a little exposed. You still had your clothes on, but you knew anyone could see in the door that came by, but then again, maybe that was why it was at the end of the hall. You also felt exposed in the sense that you were, you know, restrained. You looked up to the wall where your hands were bound together, a chain linked from the cuffs to the wall. You pulled at the chains to test their strength and your hands barely moved.
You looked away and finally looked up at the ceiling again before searching around the room again, finding nothing interesting to look at. There was nothing else in the room besides the mattress and a small cabinet. You began to wriggle around in anticipation.
“Well,” a voice spoke up from behind the doors, startling you. You looked over to see a man in the shadows. He tilts his head. “What do I have here?”
He slides the card, the door opens, he steps into the light and you can finally see him. He has dark, fluffy hair and a jawline for days. He smirks at you and you feel the butterflies in your stomach. His eyes are such a piercing blue that you can see them from across the room.
You open your mouth to speak, but he holds up a finger, and you close your mouth again.
He smirks and comes closer, squatting down next to the mattress and tilting his head to look at you. He’s even prettier up close.
“As pretty as you look with your mouth open, keep it closed. For now.” He said, patting your cheek. “That was a rhetorical question.”
You blinked and his smirk grew. “Well, you listen well. Let’s see if that continues.” His face suddenly shifted. It went from his charming and pleasant smirk, to a very serious almost eerie look in his eyes. He grabbed your face roughly, turning your head to look at him dead on and squeezing your cheeks between his fingers. “Alright, this is how this is gonna work, princess. I say, you do. Understand?”
You nod. “Good. So, you are going to keep that pretty mouth shut unless I say otherwise. I don’t want to hear a peep from you. If I do, there will be consequences. Understand, princess?”
You nod again, gulping as you do.
“Now,” He said, his charming smirk returning. “Are you going to be good? Speak.”
“Yes,” You squeak out, your voice hoarse suddenly. “I’ll be good.”
“Good girl,” He smirked, and pushed your face away.
He stood and began to circle the mattress, looking down at you much like a lion would his prey. You began to wriggle again, pushing your thighs together at his piercing stare.
He chuckled. “Look at you,” He said. “What a whore. You’re already wet and I haven’t done a damn thing.”
How did he know?
He squatted down again, looking you in the eyes. “Open your mouth.” You did as he said without a thought. As soon as you did, he spit directly in your mouth. It shocked you a little, but you could also immediately feel yourself soak your panties. “Close your mouth and swallow.”
You closed your mouth and did as he said, making him chuckle. He grabbed your face, squeezing it between his thumb and forefinger again. “Such a good, obedient, little slut. I can’t wait to see how much I can push you.”
He pushed your face away again and stood up. He took off his brown button up shirt, leaving him in a plain white t-shirt and jeans. He opened a draw in the cabinet and pulled something out that you couldn’t see, setting it down still out of sight. He came over to you, holding scissors. In one fell swoop, he cut open the front of your shirt, making your mouth open in shock. Before you could even realize, he cut open your shorts as well, leaving you in nothing but your underwear as you had chosen not to wear a bra today. He discarded of the ruined material, placing the scissors on the cabinet with the other items that he had gotten out that you still hadn’t seen. He came back over to the end of the mattress right at your feet, holding his hands behind his back.
He admired you for a moment and once again you pressed your thighs together, just hoping for a little bit of friction. You began to ache with want and your core felt cold due to your panties being completely soaked through and the cool air hitting them. He kicked your legs apart with his shoe. “Feet stay there. Bend your legs.”
You did as he said. He crouched down and became face first with your mound. He leaned in and took a deep breath. He stayed there a minute and you finally realized he was smelling you. You had the urge to close your legs, but you didn’t, fearing the consequences. He finally reached up and yanked your panties down your legs before discarding them to the side with the other remnants of your clothes. He came back and immediately dived his tongue into your pussy. You screamed out in surprise, pulling on the chains above you. He pulled away and slapped your thigh definitely hard enough to leave a mark, making you scream out again.
He crawled up your body, coming face to face with you. “What did I say? Speak.”
You head felt like you were floating as you tried to form words. When you didn’t, he smacked you right across the face, leaving your mouth hanging open at the sting.
“I said, speak.” He growled.
“You said keep my mouth shut unless you said otherwise.” You choked out, tears stinging your eyes.
“Right. Now, why didn’t you listen?”
“I…” You started but earned another hit to the face.
“Do you not know what a rhetorical question is, you dumb slut? Did I say speak?” He yelled in your face.
You silently shook your head no as tears fell down your cheeks. “Look at you. Pathetic. Can’t take a punishment, huh, princess?” He said, in a mock-sweet voice. “Too fucking bad.”
He pushed off of you and got up grabbing something from the cabinet. He pressed a button, and you heard a soft hum fill the air. It was a vibrator.
He came over to you and laid by your side, hovering over you. Without much thought, he placed the wand directly to your clit. You breathed in quickly but didn’t scream out this time. He chuckled, “See, we can learn from our mistakes.”
He pressed the plus button, making the vibrations go to a higher setting. You tensed, holding on the chains above the cuffs around your hands. You could feel yourself holding your breath. He pressed the plus again and you were right there. You knew you were going to cum.
And he took it away.
ou couldn’t help the groan that you let out in frustration. He raised an eyebrow at you before reaching over and pinching your nipple. “Maybe we can’t learn from our mistakes. Did you think I was gonna let you cum, princess? After being such a bad girl?”
He pinched your other nipple and you let out a curse which only made him pinch harder. You gritted your teeth to not let out another sound. He removed his hand from your nipple and found your wet folds, and your eyes went wide as he plunged a finger into your hole.
“Not a fucking sound.” He warned. You nodded.
He began pumping in and out of you at a relentless pace. He added a second finger and brushed against that sweet spot inside you, making you bit down on your lip enough to draw blood.
“Is the doctor making you feel good, princess? Speak.”
“Yes, doctor.” You moaned out in relief that you could let a noise out, even if it was just one.
You could feel his bulge against your hip twitch as you called him doctor. He continued pumping in and out of you, hitting that spot every time now that he had found it. He added a third finger and began to really stretch you out and it felt delicious. You bit down on your lip again, tasting the metallic taste of your blood.
He brought the vibrator back out, attaching it to your clit and you almost let out another scream, but held back. “Good girl, princess.” He hummed in your ear and that sentence alone almost made you cum.
You were so close. Right on the edge.
And you let out a moan.
He froze. You could almost feel the anger radiating off this man. He pulled out of you and turned off the vibrator, throwing it to the side. He climbed on top of you and spit in your face, grabbing your cheeks again. “Just when I thought we were getting somewhere, princess. You go and do that. What do I have to do to keep you quiet, huh? Stuff my cock down your throat?”
You gulped and you couldn’t help the way your mouth salivated at the thought of him inside you in any form.
He smirked. “That’s exactly what I’m gonna fucking do.”
He smacked your face lightly before getting up and removing his clothes. Your eyes widened at his length. You didn’t know if you could take it all.
Like he read your mind, he said. “Oh, you’ll take it all, sweetheart. And you’ll fucking thank me for it.”
He hovered over you, his cock inches from your mouth. “Open wide, princess. I’m gonna fuck your face. And you? Don’t you dare fucking cum.” He stopped and you looked up to his face, hovering way above you as your mouth hung open.
You furrowed your eyebrows as he turned away from you, getting off you completely. He grabbed the vibrator and something else you couldn’t see. Then you hear the unmistakable sound of duct tape. He placed the idle vibrator right against your clit and then taped the handle around your leg. He turned it on, all the way up. You gritted your teeth as to not make a sound. He positioned himself over you again and you opened your mouth and he slid right in, hitting the back of your throat. You gagged around him, but he didn’t stop.
He held himself above you and began to pump in and out of your throat, groaning as he did so. Meanwhile, you were trying your damnedest not to cum.
You tried to focus on his assault of your mouth, but that made you wetter.
He was fucking your face at a relentless pace now and you were hoping he would cum any second now so this could be over. You could feel the sweat trickling down your face and back and you dared not to cum. You didn’t want to see the repercussions.
His pace quickened and he began to stutter his hips. “Fuck. I’m gonna cum, princess.” He stopped suddenly and pulled out completely. “Beg me to let you come with me. Speak.”
“Oh my god, doctor, please let me come. I’ve never needed something so much in my life, please.” You begged, your voice hoarse and shaking as the vibrator kept up its brutal assault on your clit.
“Ehh,” He shrugged, lining up his cock with your mouth again as you opened on instinct waiting for him. He smirked down at your obedient form. “Maybe.”
He slammed back down your throat, earning a gag from you.
He very quickly was on the precipice of coming again, you could tell by the way his brow was furrowed and his eyes were tightly shut.
“I’m coming, sweetheart. Come with me.”
You could have passed out. He was letting you come.
As he spilled white hot ropes of cum into the back of your throat, you felt yourself finally let go. You really thought you were going to pass out. Your vision was spotty and your ears began to ring as you come as hard as you ever had.
He pulled out of your mouth and fell down on the mattress beside you, trying to catch his breath just as you were.
“Well, princess,” He started, sweeter than he had been the whole time, “Did I make you forget?”
“Yes, doctor.”
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Red Flags
So much for your obsession with murder mysteries… They sure didn’t help you with seeing his red flags.
Pairing: Steve Kemp x reader
Word count: 220
Warnings: It’s Steve Kemp… that’s a warning in itself. Talk of serial killers, implied kidnapping, implied murder.
A/N: I wrote this quickly before bed, and it has not been proof or beta read. Any mistakes are my own. This was just a quick little Drabble that came to me.
*divider by @firefly-graphics
Growing up you were always obsessed with murder mystery shows. You were the type that was determined to figure out who the killer was before anyone else did. Your friends would groan as you’d go on and on about how if this was real life you’d be able to spot a serial killer from a mile away.
Now, as you laid on the ground, it all seemed so laughable. You were so gullible to believe you’d ever stand a chance. That you’d ever be able to see through someone like Steve.
No, sixteen year old you would have believed that you’d never fall for someone like Steve Kemp. There was no way that you wouldn’t see the red flags. But somehow you ignored them. His smile, his laugh, his touch… they all distracted you from the truth.
“Don’t worry, you’re my favorite one.” He told you, with his smile that you so easily fell for. Those words were supposed to comfort you, but instead sent a chill down your spine. “I’ll make sure to use the others first.”
If someone were to watch your life on the movie screen you’re sure they’d be able to see where this all went wrong. But for now, all you can do is to lay here and wait… wait for the nightmare to end.
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| "A Perfect Match" |
Steve Kemp x fem!Reader
Summary: She had her little secret she would never share with him, unless he has his own, kind of related to hers. Part one(?)
TWs: cannibalism, mention of sex, gore and violence, masochistic behavior by Y/n, sadistic by Steve obviously, Y/n is totally a living endless steak for Steve now, from Y/n's side it's a fucking romanticized toxic behavior, both characters are SICK SICK, I DO NOT APPRECIATE THIS KIND OF SHIT IRL! It's a DARKFIC, you have been WARNED!!! English is not my native language, so there's probably a lot of mistakes. Not proofreaded, I finished this masterpiece at 3am. And yeah, writing virginity bye-bye :D
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Steve was a dream come true, indeed. This man is around for only a week yet, yes, but hell, did you felt ever so good as with him during those seven days? Easy question, the answer is no.
He always made sure to make you feel comfortable around him. For you comfort was a rare thing — yes, I mean, you had a nice place, all the things you want, your bills were always paid, little pleasures of life was yours without much thinking about price. You made it really good, your work were more than well paid.
After all, letting all those weirdos cut your limbs off, eating your flesh straight from your legs and just selling the parts of yourself to them were something where you had no competitors in. As far as you concerned, you're the only person who can regrow any part of their body with no limits, survive whatever damage were done and get out of this the same way you were before, as if nothing happened. Great success, as they say. Business grows and booms.
But back to Steve- Steve was good. Really good. He was gentle and dreamy, yes, he was beautiful, he was all those things you've never managed to piece in one man in your life. Puzzle never was pieced, always they were or a complete assholes, or just not good for you. There always were something under the facade, always, so you were pretty cautious about men. Before Steve showed up. Maybe there were some moments that made you feel like something is off for a second, but for a second only — you felt good about him, your gut and sense both were telling you that he's good. And so you believed, you gave into this perfect, perfect dream.
But of course you cant tell him what you are and what you do for living, God, of course no. You'd just say that you're a freelance artist, that's easier. Not exactly a lie, you really do freelance and in other way, art.
You guys spend nice time together. At first it was two dates in bar, then you two somehow made it to your bed — it's quite further, but fuck it, he's too good to pretend. And since the night it's all so sweet — morning kisses slowly turn into morning sex and breakfast together, then lunch, then dinner at your place, sex, conversations about nothing and everything at the same time, then sleep cuddling to his side, and the cycle continued to the next day. It's all too good, and it's your comfort, your sweet happy hours you look forward to while some psycho drools over himself, slicing your throat and asking to let him put his fingers in the cut for double price.
You show up on your date with Steve in a new dress and a nice new coat, the ones you've been thinking about for quite some time.
"Damn, I did something really good in the past life, didn't I?" He asked with a laugh, telling you just how gorgeous you look in his own, charmingly funny manner. You laugh too, telling him that he probably were a saint, because you have even more pretty lingerie underneath.
It was an ideal week, the next one went even better — he offered to spend the weekend somewhere out the city. Where? Hmm, let it be a surprise. Oh, I love surprises.
So here you are at the cold Friday morning, wrapping the coat around your comfy, but not warm enough sweater, while he gets your things for the weekend into his car's trunk and explains how one of hell the traffics are gonna be today, but don't worry, we'll be there before midnight. Then you both sit into his car, chatting and laughing, and the trip starts.
And he was right — you do arrived to his cottage before night, and surprise, hope you don't mind that I don't have a wi-fi there, complicated shit, and of course you don't. You have a whole two days ahead with Steve in his cottage, so much away from all this noise and people, finally, so it's all just perfect.
He tells you something about his niece and how she gifted him some candle which you think smells really good, and something else while you look around and he gets a drink for himself and for you. It's so nice in here. I'd love to live somewhere like this one day.
I...
Yeah, what we were talking about?...
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You wake up with a dull headache, groaning in pain. You didn't even remember how you fell asleep — was it alcohol? But you haven't, like, drink much, in fact you had only one glass of whatever fruit-flavoured it was-
Where you are, even?
Not the most comfortable bed under your touch, but the blanket is soft, did Steve carried you to bed?
And where is he?
You open your eyes slowly, trying to focus. You also try to sit — successfully, even though your head still spins a bit. You see a silhouette in front of you; Steve, obviously, sits in the corner of the room, staring at you calmly.
Something feels off longer than for two seconds.
"How you slept?" He stands from his spot and walks closer to you casually, and your head still processes the way you woke up.
"Not really bad, just don't remember how I fell asleep and my head hurts, that's it..." You sit, moving your legs closer to your body in attempt to get some more warmth. The chain clattered.
What chain?
You removed the blanket quickly, staring at your leg. Of course, this chain, right around your ankle. You're not dumb. You see where this goes.
"I drugged you. That's how you fell asleep, sorry." Steve says it simply, as if sorry I forgot to order you ice in your coke, won't happen again, and you stare at him in slight, still sleepy, confusion.
"What's- What's this supposed to mean? What for? And why you chained me?"
Now you realized that you're not even in bed, in fact, you're on some thin mattress.
"Y/n, easy, I know it's all hard, but try to remain calm for me and listen, okay?" He says it with one of his smiles — beautiful smile, so boyish and comforting that it even works on you now. "I'm going to sell your meat. I know, I know, don't freak out — listen,"
...Wait the fuck up.
You hold your breath, but you listen.
"I will keep you alive as long as possible. Fresh meat costs more, so- You'll be kept in good condition, I'll take care of you. I will take your body parts with time passing, yes, but I'll keep you clean, feed and if you'll be a good girl, you can even last longer." Steve ends his explanation calmly and in this comforting way, in which only he can really bring comfort to you, and you cant help but let out a laugh.
And before he says more, you speak up.
"How ironic." You say, smiling too simply for someone who just heard that they are practically a living piece of meat here. "Why don't you go and bring something you can cut me with just now?"
He sighs. Oh, what a reaction. He probably thinks she's kidding.
"I don't think you really want me to start now, Y/n. You see-" He laughs, ready to brush her off with something threatening, maybe. Too bad she's deadly serious.
"Go on. Believe me, you wanna see what kind of surprise I hold, Steve." You lean closer, holding eye contact. You totally want to play, because what can you loose? He will learn soon anyway, so you might as well enjoy the show.
Steve accepts the challenge of her game judging by how he smirks, not really trying to hide excitement, and walks out of the room for a minute or two, closing the door.
While he's away, your body practically shivers with the same amount of excitement you just seen in his eyes. You've never, NEVER had a chance to enjoy this power you have. Now, when you see someone who's as much fucked up, as much of a psycho, just from the other side of the show — you know that you would, even if he'll break your ribcage and get your lungs out. You never liked the feeling when they get your insides out of you, it's so empty and suffocating in it, and so cold, but if he will do this...
The sound of door opening makes you let go of your thoughts, your dreams, and you finally see him again. You don't even try to hold back the urge to bite on your lower lip. Its not exactly what you wanted - only a meat cleaver, nice and sharp, nice and clean, but not enough for your liking. Will do for now, but maybe later...
Since when do you even think of it that way?
Steve sits down in front of you, analyzing your reaction. It must be a high risk for him - bring a fucking meat cleaver, a knife to you, he probably knows how much it can cost him if you'd try and attack him. But you wont. You just don't see the fun in that.
It wont bring you satisfaction you crave for, the one that he can give you. It's Steve, and even if for him it's nothing — which you doubt — it is so much for you. He's not like others.
"What are you waiting for, brave one?" He chuckles, what a lovely sound. "Your hand, sweetheart. Give me your hand. Not like we'll need your pretty fingers for anything else anyway."
You see what he does. He tries to scare you, make you submit, make you accept your loss. Even one of scary knives he brought for it, for the show. Good try, Steve. Really.
But you know better, and the next second your left hand are on the floor, in front of him.
He hesitates, looks in your eyes in search of something. For doubt, fear, maybe. But you stare back with a smirk, a literal "try me" sign.
It cuts sharply, like a slice of butter. Bones are nothing. Three fingers - index, middle and ring finger are now on the floor, bleeding — your hand bleeds more of course, scream catches in your throat and you let out more like a small yelp. He still stares in your eyes - and you don't dare to look away. You don't want to, god, whatever, but let me stare in those eyes forever.
He breaks eye contact first, looking down. Fingers, when they cutted out of their usual place, look really weird. The sound when it happened were, not to mention, more like when you cut a cucumber, maybe. You allow yourself to breathe again, hardly, but you look down too - out of the remaining of where were yours three fingers only a minute before started grow something; new fingers, here they go, each time regeneration works faster. Would new limbs just grow in a 15 minutes instead of hours with time if you'll keep all this up? Because it can be really, really useful.
He stares at your hand in awe, pulling the knife aside without much care.
"How?" He only mutters, bringing your hand with already halfway grown new fingers, covered in slippery, just beginned to form flesh with small forming drips of blood here and there. You chuckle, almost don't feeling any pain out of what your body does with itself now - it was painful long time ago, now it's just like dulled pressure and deep discomfort if you try to move forming flesh.
"It was that way as long as I remember myself. Evolutioned first of all you loser humans, apparently." You giggle, feeling proud of it, the first time its not making you feel like a freak.
Maybe it's because he's a freak, too. A lovely one.
You bring your eyes back to his face. He's so out of this world now, observing how the flesh and now even skin forms on your new fingers, god, you feel like you're naked in front of him. What a sick, but so pleasant feeling.
"Okay... Okay. Now I get it, Y/n. It's incredible, truly." Steve suddenly does something unexpected and not so pleasant physically, but it almost makes you cry out of feels. He brings your hand to his face, kissing still not fully formed fingers, licking the drips of blood from them.
"And ironic."
"What a perfect match we are."
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And now I'll go to sleep cuz I'm dying :D
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A New Life 3
Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
Characters: silverfox!Steve Kemp
Summary: You have an unexpected encounter in the park.
Part of the Silverfox AU
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.
You sink into a groggy slumber. Violent with dreams of sharp needles and strong arms. The smell of dirt, the damp threat of rain, and the rustle of leaves. The same scene, painted again and again, each time darker, each time more sinister.
You wake to the sound of running water. You groan and turn your head to one side, than the other. The nightmare is still real. This room. This awful room.
You peer down to your foot. The same leather cuff remains. You hold back a sob. You don’t understand why this is happening to you. Who is this man? Why you?
You roll onto your side, the blanket slipping off your body. You shiver and grip your head, the shadow of an ache nestled at the base of your skull. Footsteps scuff and a silhouette appears in the open doorway across from you. That man with his silvering hair and broad shoulders.
His sleeves are rolled to his elbows and there are dark droplets splashed across the navy fabric of his shirt. He coos as his eyes meet yours.
“Ah, sweetheart, you’re awake,” he purrs as he nears the bed, “just in time.”
He sits on the mattress, jostling you slightly. He reaches for you and you try to wriggle out of his grasp. You bat at him weakly, a murmur slipping from your lips. He sighs and grabs you by the back of your neck.
“Now, don’t be stubborn,” he warns as she squeezes, just enough to pinch the tendons. You whimper and spasm as a shock runs down your spine, “I’m taking care of you, so be a good girl.”
You still and let your body go lax. He eases you flat onto your back as he hushes you, coaxing you as he softens his touch. You shiver as his fingers trail around your shoulder and dance over your chest. He hums as he traces a line down your body, wandering over your curves, all the way to the cuff on your ankle.
“Time to get all cleaned up, sweetheart,” he unclasps the chain from his neck and uses the small key dangling at the end to unlock the buckle. He replaces the necklace beneath the collar of his shirt and pets your naked ankle. “Now, you’re going to help me out.”
He drags you over the bed towards him, bending over you to wrap and arm around you as he leads one of yours around his neck. He sits up with you, dizziness swimming in your vision. Your head lolls as the sedation still weighs you down.
“I need you to be strong,” he caresses your hair, lips whispering over your hairline, “you can stand up for me, can’t you?”
You babble but can’t make sense of your words or your thoughts. There is only terror pumping through your veins. He eases you off the bed, your feet flat but unstable on the floor. He angles you around, arm stretched around you as he guides your steps.
“There you go, so strong,” he coaxes you through the door as steam swirls within.
He perches you on the porcelain toilet and leans you back carefully. You turn your head side to side, curling and uncurling your fingers, searching for some strength. He kneels before you as he unhooks your bra, easing it down your arms as you whine.
He exhales as you shy away from his gaze. His eyes devour your naked torso as he drops your bra and lays his hands on your thighs. He tickles up your sides and leans in. He takes your arms and once more puts them around his neck.
“Hold on, sweetheart,” he orders.
You clutch your wrist with your frail fingers. He lifts you, hanging like a scarf on his neck as he stands. He grunts with the effort, feeling around to roll down the elastic of your panties. You shudder as he strips you naked. His shirt brushes your skin and chills you further.
“There we go,” he bends again, scooping you up in his arms.
You gurgle as he carries you to the tub and lowers you into the water feet first. He lays you back against the deep porcelain back, his touch lingering just beneath the rising water. He pulls away reluctantly and brings a stool close to the side, sitting to watch you as you lay in the burgeoning flow of the faucet.
“You look scared,” he says as he leans an arm on the rim of the tub, fingertips tickling your shoulder, “you know, you don’t have to be. I want you to feel safe. You are…” he pets along your neck, “because I decided you should be.”
Your lashes flick and you try to move away from him. You stop yourself, reminded of how he gripped your neck by the sudden pang in the muscles. He cradles your chin as he admires you.
“You don’t deserve to be alone. To be uncared for. In that sad little basement…”
Your eyes round. How does he know? How long has he been watching you?
He draws back and tuts, standing with a deep sigh. He goes to the cabinet, his broad shoulders straining his shirt as he opens the door. He gives a thoughtful hum as he considers the contents.
“I got the brand make of that rose soap you like. Not that cheap stuff,” he says, “but I don’t know if maybe you might like to try something new.”
He lingers, clicking his tongue as if he’s making a very important decision. You bring your hand up to brace the side of the tub. The water shifts with you but the slake of the faucet conceals your struggle. You swallow a grunt as you try to heave yourself up. You plant a foot and push but your sole slips and you plunge onto your back, swallowed up by the water.
You see him through the ripples. He shakes his head as he reaches to bring you above the surface. He sits you up again, a furrow between his brows. He gets you steady and cautiously stands.
“Sweetheart,” he reproaches, “don’t do that…” he grabs the bottle of rose soap from the edge of the tub, “you’ll get hurt.”
You stare at him as he pushes down on the cap and the other side pops open. You gulp as his threat sinks in. Not ‘you’ll hurt yourself’, but you’ll get hurt, one way or the other.
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Steve bringing over some fresh meat (wink wink) for reader, so she can feed her basement husband Robert🥰
Hehehe silly thang.
I'm weirdly only getting a small opening blurb for this so this is what we're going with!
With the sun finally dipping below the horizon, the sterile house around you seemed to soften. The warm lights that you had picked out were much more inviting than the blinding white lights Steve originally installed.
You're such a surgeon, it kills me, you teased.
Oh, don't tease, sweetheart, only I get to kill you, he cooed.
Humming a soft tune, you began to gather what you needed. Cutting boards, pots, pans, spoons, knives— all were neatly tucked away in the kitchen, your kitchen now. Steve would be home soon, so you might as well get as much prep done as you could before he arrived. You hated when your counter tops were too cluttered.
The rhythmic slices of onions, garlic, and potatoes always soothed you, it put you in just the right state of mind, one that you can relax and let loose in. The sound of Steve's car pulling in the drive stole you away from your little bubble, the organized bowls of ingredients neatly set in front of you made you smile. Man, time does fly when you're having fun.
You hear Steve's voice, no doubt charming another woman, or man, or whomever was unfortunate enough to be taken in by your husband. He was a flirt, unbearably smooth-talking. He could charm the bees out of the hive if he wanted to. You told him he'd make a damn good politician, but he scrunched his nose and chuckled 'they give too many speeches.'
You're busy sharpening your knife as he rounds the corner, some pretty little thing following blindly behind him like some poor puppy. Her bashful smile at whatever he said is quickly lost the moment she sees you.
"O-Oh," she squeaks, frozen in her spot as she watches Steve round the counter top, making his way over to give you a loving peck. "I-Im sorry, I didn't kno–"
"It's alright, darling," you soothe her with a gentle smile, she relaxed ever so slightly at your calming voice, just as you wanted. You quickly drink in her form: supple flesh, rounded cheeks, glowing skin— oh, she's perfect. Bobby'll like her, you thought. "Steve told me he invited you over for dinner. Are you hungry?"
"Starving," she nodded.
"Good," you grinned, "so are we."
#murderer monday#romantic murderer monday#murderer monday drabble fest#steve kemp#steve kemp x y/n#steve kemp x you#steve kemp x reader#steve kemp x fem!reader#steve kemp x fem reader#steve kemp x female!reader#steve kemp x female reader#steve kemp x gn!reader#steve kemp x gn reader#steve kemp x gender neutral reader#fresh 2022#steve kemp apologist club#dark reader#steve kemp x dark!reader#little lion literature
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Imagine being Steve Kemp’s basement wifey for a second….
Why for a second??.. I’ve been thinking of this for months 😩
warnings || DARK FIC, handcuffs, stalking, but it’s not what you think it is. — 18+ only
JOIN MY SLEEPOVER!!
I’ve joked about this scenario for way to long, so I thought it was finally time to write it down.
“What the fuck!” Steve screamed the instant he switched on the lights of his bedroom. He clutched his heart as for the first time in his life, he was actually scared for a moment. “What are you doing here?” He asked with panic.
You gave him an innocent shrug as you sat on his bed. “I thought you’d like this.” You said bringing up your cuffed hands. Steve couldn’t believe how innocent you looked despite literally breaking into his house. “What do you mean?” Steve asked exasperatedly.
“Isn’t this what to do? But let me tell you, I’m only interested in the sexy part, not the stuff that comes after that.” Steve genuinely gasped at your words. He knew you, and he liked you, of course. Who wouldn’t like the innocent nurse who somehow always looked for his approval.
But maybe, that was all a facade.
“I don’t do anything like this.” He shook his head but you merely laughed on his face. “Come on now Steve. Both of us know who you are and what you do. You don’t have to hide. Not in front of me.”
Steve was honestly taken aback. “How do you even know?” He had been nothing if not meticulous and careful. How did his secret even spill out? You waved your bound hands in front of yourself as you giggled.
“Come on now darling, can’t you see? I know everything about you. Everything. Ever since I saw you, I couldn’t get you out of my mind. And so I became your shadow. You were so busy being the devil, you never thought someone would one you up. But I did.”
You pouted as he didn’t move towards you, “Don’t be sad! Your secrets are safe with me. You don’t have to worry. I just did this because all is fair in love, right?” You gave him your innocent doe eyes and he damn near melted. The fact that you had gone to all these length for him, honestly flattered his sick mind.
Maybe he had met his match.
#you’ve got mail 💌#skye’s sleepover#sebastian stan#drabbles#steve kemp#steve kemp x reader#steve kemp x you#steve kemp x y/n#steve kemp smut
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Period Comfort p.4
warnings: period, implied smut
characters: Chase Collins, Jefferson, Steve Kemp, Chris Beck
MINORS DON’T INTERACTION WITH THIS
He hated to see you lying on bed and whimpering because of the pain.
He tries to find something that could help you.
But his magic is useless this time.
Sitting on the edge of the queen-size bed, Chase stared at you with worried eyes, his eyebrows knitted, and he didn't dare to touch you as you're too delicate.
The summer heat burned your back and you huffed, turn over to meet him, you looked up at him with your best doe eyes.
"Chase...Can you bring me an ice bag and wet towel?"
"Anything for you, Sleeping Beauty." He tugged a strand behind your ear and stood up to fulfill your request.
When he came back, your back exposed to him as your plump thighs did. He swallowed thickly and kneeled on the bed, he covered the ice bag with the towel and started rub your heating back.
Your sighed in relief made him smile, feather kisses dropped on your back of neck, shoulder and back, he stopped at your waistband.
His fingers trailed the shape of your hips down your cloth mound, you moaned quietly and cringed his pillow tighter.
"Don't worry Aurora. The Wizard is guarding the garden, no one would dare to harm you."
This guy demanded the White queen, and the Caterpillar gave him advices to ease your pain. Mr. Rabbit brought you tea and sweets, Jefferson leaned on the door frame and watched you like a hawk.
“I’m fine, Sonny. Please come here and hug me.”
The mad hatter slowly approached you; his long arms imprisoned you like the golden cage. You snuggled into his chest and drank his comfortable scents eagerly.
He kissed your hair, your face, and your inner wrists.
His pairs of blue eyes, the rubbing belly skill, and the steady heartbeat lured you to sleep.
“When you became better, I’ll host a tea party for you, Alice.”
Period? It means the more fun play to both of you actually.
Being tied up on the bed, the chains kept your legs parted and the end is locked the four corners of the wooden bed.
The rough rope between your legs is stimulating your pussy through your underwear.
When Steve back from work, down the basement and to see you whimpering because the sting yet pleasure torture, you lift your head up and pouting.
"Stevie..." He shake his head and click his tongue.
"I'm helping you forget the pain, sunshine. I'll be back in 10 minutes. Don't cum. "
You dry humping the rope, until it sting your lower lips. But the fire in your body didn't faded, it still there and burning.
Your tears rolled down when Steve back, he changed to the dark blue shorts, the water trailed down his chest and you feel more hot to see him wear the black shirt with button opened
He kneeled down to admire your drenched panties and smirk, picked up a scalpel, he shred your panties into half, with the rope still here, his point finger strokes your pussy.
Your back arched against the sheet and scream silently. Your body miss him, hungry for him all day long.
"Please, Stevie. Please..."
"Ah uh, I taught you how to beg properly, sunshine, last chance."
"Please, please let me cum, my lord..."
Your sobbing and hoarse voice make him sigh in happily. Cut the rope and put two fingers into your hungry pussy, he kiss your earlobe and whisper
"Now, sunshine, CUM."
Compared to Steve, Chris is angel from the heaven. That's not means he won't tease you, he and Steve are friends and colleagues after all.
"Ah...I can't wait to fill you up, what did you say, cupcake? Being fulld of me and babysit the other infants, what a sacred and obscenely picture, don'tyou think?"
Your back against his chest, his hips snapped rhythmically and his cock stroke your folds, you moan and cringed to him.
"I could feel your sweet pussy pulsing against my cock, cupcake. Too bad you're in period so I couldn't feed this unsatisfied mouth. Be patient, baby. It's almost done."
His hand massage your breasts and kissed your shoulder roughly and messily. Your slick and blood all absorbed by tampons.
After your steamy moments, he helped you changed that, his eyes glued to the soaked tampons and licked his lips.
"Oh baby, after your period. I need to taste your pussy."
#1000night masterlist#period drabbles#chase collins x reader#steve kemp x reader#jefferson x reader#chris beck x reader#female reader#1000drabble series
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Wattpad recs!! i need wattpad recs!!
bucky barnes related!
i’ve read all of woolfhoundss stuff! I’m a sucker for vampire and dbf!bucky
#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x you#soft bucky barnes#bucky barnes drabble#mob!steve rogers#mob!stucky#menswear#marvel fanfic#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes angst#avengers x reader#sebastian stan x reader#only murders in the building#sebastian stan x plus size reader#sebastian stan x you#steve kemp x reader#sambucky x reader#bucky barnes fluff
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meet cute
pairing: steve kemp x curvy!reader
warnings: mention of a bloody knee. not much else? this blog and all of my fics are 18+ only.
words: 1.2k
notes: happy saturday everyone! i wrote this for @the-slumberparty’s warm up: one word drabble. my word was hot. i tried to keep it shorter but we all know how terrible i am at that lol. i only went over this once really quickly, so sorry for any mistakes! i hope you guys like this, and thank you in advance for reading and reblogging! as usual, feedback and comments are more than welcome and always appreciated. 🖤
It was so. damn. hot. You were sweating and the long sleeve you were wearing, though light weight, was only adding to the heat that was suffocating you. The sun was beating down and the black color of your top worked to absorb the light, converting it into heat and effectively roasting you as you forced your body onward. Your car was so close, you just had a little bit more of a walk left.
You briefly considered taking the top off completely, but you didn’t want to happen upon anyone else on the trail sporting just your bra. You knew it wasn’t necessarily a scandalous idea to exercise in just a sports bra, but you didn’t feel comfortable doing that - especially knowing your soft middle and cleavage would be on full display if you did. Your mother always told you to keep your chest covered, “It’s a blessing and a curse, your curves. You just gotta learn when to flaunt 'em and when to keep' em hidden.” You’d rolled your eyes all throughout your teenage years, but as you’d gotten older, begrudgingly accepted she may have been right.
Another couple minutes passed and you just couldn’t take it any longer. You hadn’t seen anyone the entire time you were walking and you were now coming up to the one mile marker. You looked around, making sure no one was around as you adjusted your bra under the shirt, making sure it covered you as well as it could before finally pulling the long sleeve up and over your head.
Of course, the second you’d removed it, a figure made its way around the bend. A tall, lean man with poofy brown hair was running right toward you. His head was down as he was on his phone and you had to practically jump out of the way before he barrelled right into you. In your haste to not get run into, you’d left your water bottle sitting in the path, causing the man to trip and fall right next to you.
“Oh, shit! I’m so sorry,” you apologized, bending down to make sure the stranger was okay.
“No, I wasn’t looking, that’s on me,” he laughed at himself, lightly hissing as he bent his scraped knee. He looked up at you, his brilliant blue eyes meeting your own, a crooked smile forming on his lips as he stared at you. “Hi,” he breathed, offering his hand out to you, “I’m Steve.”
You took his hand in yours with a nervous laugh, not having expected him to be so attractive, and gave him your name in return.
“So, you come here often?” he joked before pulling himself to stand. You followed his movements and stood back up yourself, taking a step back so you weren’t entirely in his personal space.
“Uh, not really,” you confessed. “Trying to get more steps in my day, a friend told me this was a good trail to try out. Said it's usually pretty dead,”
“It is, yeah. That’s why I like it, the seclusion is nice. This might actually be the first time I’ve ever seen anyone else out here while on a run,”
“Well, sorry to get in your way, I’m uh, gonna keep on,” you tilted your head to the direction you had been going in, “but it was nice to meet you, Steve,” you smiled, wringing your top in your hands as you felt your skin heat up even more thanks to your embarrassment.
“No, please, don’t apologize, I didn’t mean to seem like you were -”
“It’s totally okay,” you shook your head, laughing lightly. “I really should be getting on, though. I’m like five minutes away from passing out from heat exhaustion, so,”
Your laughs intertwined and you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach at the way he smiled at you.
“Black attracts heat,” he said, nodding toward your shirt.
“Yeah, I uh, did not check the weather before I left the house today,” you grimaced, wrapping the long sleeves around your waist and tying the shirt around you, wanting to cover your exposed midriff, avoiding his eye now.
Bending down to grab your water, you saw his phone still on the ground. As you moved to grab it for him, his screen lit up with a text. You didn’t mean to read it, but it was instinctive as the world flashed up on the screen.
Noa: Had a great night last night. Excited to see you again. Xx
You swallowed down the awkward lump in your throat as you stood and handed his phone to him, a tight lipped smile on your face. Girlfriend, probably. Not at all surprising, the man was gorgeous, but a bit disappointing nonetheless.
He thanked you as he read his screen, squinting at the text before pursing his lips.
“Dating app dates,” he laughed halfheartedly. “You never know if you’ll actually click with someone until you meet them in person, ya know..” he trailed off before looking back at you. “Sorry if this is odd, but I could use a woman’s perspective. What’s the best approach to letting someone down easily?”
“Oh,” you were immediately flustered by the question. “Uhm, I think just being honest is best,” you offered, not really sure how to answer. “If I’d gone out with someone and had a good time, I’d want to know right away if they felt the same or not.”
You watched him as he considered your answer before he typed something on his screen. You heard his message send with a swoosh before his eyes returned to yours.
“Honesty. No games. That’s the way to do it,” he smiled.
You nodded in agreement, “They say it’s the best policy.”
As you looked down again, your eyes landed on his bloody, scuffed up knee. “God, that must sting. I’m so sorry,” you apologized again, hesitating a second before continuing, “my car’s right down there, I have a first aid kit, I can help patch you up really quickly,” you offered.
“I think I’ll take you up on that, thanks.”
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You finished applying the flexi band aid to Steve’s knee before standing fully.
“Alright, you’re all set,” you declared as you took a step back, zipping up the small kit before throwing it in your back seat.
“Thank you, I really appreciate it. It feels better already,” he smiled.
“Least I could do,” you waved him off, trying not to let the way he eyed you get you flustered all over again.
“Like I said, it was my own fault. In fact, I definitely owe you for this. I know a good ice cream shop a couple minutes from here, maybe a scoop’ll help cool you down. You do look hot,” he said as his eyes ran up and down your figure before meeting your own once more, a flirtatious glint in them as he smiled charmingly. There was no fighting the way your skin began heating up again under his gaze, but you sucked your lip to stop the dumb smile threatening to break across your face. “Can’t have you passing out on me so soon, we’ve only just met,” he continued with a smirk, earning a titter from you in response.
“Yeah, okay, ice cream sounds good,” you agreed, nodding and smiling back.
#steve kemp x curvy!reader#steve kemp x plus size!reader#steve kemp x reader#steve kemp fic#steve kemp drabble#steve kemp#sebastian stan characters#steve kemp x y/n
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Watching Fresh right now as I’m working on my HotD drabble. But I keep looking up from my laptop to yell at my TV.
What am I yelling?
Go fuck yourself Steve.
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Steve Kemp Masterlist | breakablebarnes
Started: May 21, 2022 // Updated: June 23rd, 2022
Ko-fi | Masterlist | Requests
Credits to @firefly-graphics and @maysdigitalarts for the dividers ☺️
*indicates smut
i’m your victim & i like it* (loki x reader x steve kemp)
When you wind up taken by two men, you become their personal plaything. Smut with virtually no plot. Absolute filth.
I Say, You Do* (Lady Marmalade Challenge)
AU: Lady Marmalade owns a house of fabulous repute and employs only the finest specimens for her clients. After a hard week at work, the Lady knows exactly what you need.
#steve kemp#steve kemp masterlist#breakablebarnes#steve kemp one shots#steve kemp smut#smut#fresh movie#fresh#steve kemp one shot#steve kemp fic#steve kemp imagine#steve kemp drabble#fic#fanfic#steve kemp fanfic#imagine#drabble#headcannon#writing#steve kemp x reader#stemp kemp x female reader#steve kemp x f!reader#steve kemp x female!reader#steve kemp x you
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ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴘᴜʙʟɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ-ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ꜱɪᴛᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀᴘᴘ. ɪꜰ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀᴏ3 , ɪᴛ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ.
ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ'ꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀʏ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ᴘʀᴏᴠɪᴅᴇᴅ. ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙʟᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴀɴʏ ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴋᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ *
18+ ONLY
One Shots
Last Christmas Steve Kemp x Reader
It’s been a year since you first arrived in Steve’s basement. Things were different that first Christmas the two of you spent together.
Drabbles & More
Red Flags Steve Kemp x Reader
So much for your obsession with murder mysteries… They sure didn’t help you with seeing his red flags.
#Steve Kemp#steve kemp x reader#steve kemp x y/n#steve kemp drabble#steve kemp drabbles#steve kemp one shots#steve kemp fics#steve kemp x you#dark steve kemp
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A New Life 2
Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
Characters: silverfox!Steve Kemp
Summary: You have an unexpected encounter in the park.
Part of the Silverfox AU
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.
The chirping of birds and sway of leaves fades away. Silence. Stolid, buzzing silence. The sort that makes your ears hurt.
Then heaviness. Your limbs feel like lead, your head is like a bowling bowl, and your bones ache. Your eyelashes part briefly before you force them shut. You don’t know this place. You can’t remember how you got there.
You try again, opening your eyes slowly as your head lolls to one side. Light casts out from beneath the scalloped edge of a lampshade, lending a soft hue to the space. You lay in a bed in a room you’ve never seen before.
The walls are cream and across the pale hardwood is a rug in a rich shade of butterscotch. The furniture is well-made in a style somewhere between antique and modern. You shut out the space again as you think.
You remember the park, the gentle breeze and the smell of mud and grass. The air kissed your skin with a foreboding of rain as nature stirred all around. The memory of peace is a stark, unsettling contrast to your current disorienting confusion. You don’t know what’s going on but that is enough to scare you.
You push your elbows into the bed, lifting only your head and your chest first. The effort is enough to make you dizzy. The heel of your hand is tender. You look down at it and try to stretch out the pain. You groan and sit up, bending over your lap as you struggle to hold yourself straight.
You squeak as you find yourself in nothing more than your gray cotton underwear and your matching jersey bra. You drag your legs slowly towards the edge and fold over as your feet drop down toward the floor. You remember footsteps, harried and steady, and a shadow…
You grip the edge of the mattress and gather your strength. You slide forward until you're hanging off the bed, feet flat on the floor. You push yourself off, standing for a moment before your legs give out. Your shoulder hits the rug with a thump and you roll onto your back.
There’s something around your ankle. It’s just enough weight to be noticeable. You crane your head to look down, helplessly stranded on the floor. There’s a leather cuff around your ankle, attached to a chain that runs to an iron ring implanted into the hardwood. What the fuck?
Hinges groan and footsteps calmly pace towards you. You look up as a strange man looks down at you. You recognise him as the memory comes flooding back. An extended hand, a prick above your wrist, and the black speckling of consciousness. His blue eyes shine boldly, set off by the silver strands of his hair.
He tuts as he bends to pick you up. As he slides his arm under your back, you shudder and try to push him away. You’re too weak. He lifts you easily and sets you on the bed. He pulls over an extra pillow to prop you up against the pile. He fixes the strap of your bra as it droop then touches your cheek.
“You’re going to hurt yourself,” he warns, “I told you not to fight it, sweetheart.”
“Where…” The croak dissolves on your dry tongue.
“Let’s not worry about that,” he rests his hand on yours, “you remember my name…” He finishes with yours as he watches you expectantly. You frown, what was it? “Steve,” he provides and another bell rings in your head. “Where you are doesn’t matter, okay? This isn’t about that. This is about what you need.”
You swallow. Your mouth is painfully dry, your throat scratchy, and your head blaring. You slump further into the pillows. You want to fight but you just don’t have the strength. Your gaze falls to his hand, how his fingers stroke the back of it.
“You know, I need the same thing. We have a lot in common. I wouldn’t have chosen you otherwise,” he continues, “but… that’s a big conversation. One you’re not ready for yet.”
You murmur, unable to summon more than a sandy gurgle. He trails his hand up your arm and along your neck, sending another chill through you. He cradles your chin, his thumb stretches up to your cheek.
“Little steps. You start here. All I need from you right now is to rest. You gotta sleep off the last of the sedation. If you don’t, you’re going to get hurt.”
His hand continues to dabble on you, petting along your hairline, tracing your features as he considers you closely. He wears a dark blue pullover and faded black jeans. Despite his obvious age, he’s in good shape. Even at first glance, you can tell you’re at a disadvantage.
“If you can do that, then you earn a bath. We should get you washed up,” he caresses your cheek and down to your neck, “you took a bit of a tumble in the dirt.”
You drone into a cough. His hand curves around your shoulder and he squeezes. You stare at him, dumbfounded; by him, by this place, by everything he’s saying. You can’t quite process it all. Your eyes flit away as you look down at your ankle. He follows your gaze.
“Ah, that. Well, like I said. It will all come in little steps. You have to work up to that, sweetheart,” he slides his hand around the side of your head, tilting it back as he pulls you forward, “all you have to do for me is be good,” he places a peck on your forehead, “and you’ll see just how much I can do for you.”
He lays you back and rescinds his hand. He stands, the bed bouncing with the release of his weight. You grumble as he pulls the blanket over you, tucking it under your sides, his hands lingering along your silhouette. His brilliant blue irises once more set upon you as he gives a handsome smile.
“You do want to try to sleep,” he stands and reaches to shut off the lamp, “you’re going to need it.”
#steve kemp#dark steve kemp#dark!steve kemp#steve kemp x reader#fresh#au#series#a new life#drabble#silverfox au
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banner credit to the amazing/incredible/talented/perfect @jen-with-a-pen
hello hello :) Welcome to my Kinktober Masterlist! As much as I would love to do a full fic for every single day of the month, it just isn't in the cards for me.
here you'll find everything I currently have planned for kinktober <;3 Key word being planned... i reserve the right to adjust this haha I also decided to do it by week so I can have some flexibility about when I'm posting these one-shots/drabbles!
I got my prompts from the amazing kinktober list by @flightlessangelwings <3
just a reminder: my blog is 18+! All my writing is 18+ minors and blank/ageless blogs DNI
Please make sure to read the warnings on each individual post. your media consumption is your responsibility.
lets get into it 🌙
my masterlist | @lunarbucklibrary
──── Week One ────
Love Bites
Steve Rogers x f!reader (any race)
Thigh Riding
Lee Bodecker x f!reader (any race)
Table Sex/Threesome/Sensory Deprivation
Stucky x f!reader (any race)
Phone Sex
Sam Wilson x f!reader (any race)
──── Week Two ────
Double Penetration
Stucky x f!reader (any race)
Formal Wear
Bucky Barnes x f!reader (any race)
Being Recorded
Steve Kemp x f!reader (any race)
Free Use
Bucky Barnes x f!reader (any race) & Steve Rogers x f!reader (any race)
──── Week Three ────
Dacryphilia
Lee Bodecker x f!reader (any race)
Piercings
Bucky Barnes x f!reader (any race)
Begging/CNC
Ari Levinson x f!reader (any race)
Lingerie
Loki Laufeyson x f!reader (any race)
──── Week Four ────
Face Sitting/Deep Throating
Stucky x f!reader (any race)
Cock Rings
Steve Rogers x f!reader (any race)
Fingering/Cream Pie
Ari Levinson x f!reader (any race)
Costumes
Stucky x f!reader (any race)
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