#steve kemp gets me feral | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

sgt-seabass · 1 year

Note

the idea of steve kemp being mean and dark and manhandling you to your knees and slapping you around and making you worship him and lick his shoes is so hot 🥺 especially if he's threatening and degrading the reader through it

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏

✧˚ · . 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯.

pairing — steve kemp x little!reader w/c — almost 900 words this is a dark fic. 18+ only. warnings — little!reader, dd/lg elements, implied kidnapping, referenced cannibalism, referenced murder, threats, degradation, pet names (sunflower), face slapping, spanking, shoe licking, shoe grinding a/n — this ask made me go fucking FERAL i swear to god. i could kiss your brain, thank you for blessing me with this thot. i was going to write other things but couldn't get this idea out of my head. i love you. not beta read.

Steve didn’t know you were different at first.

He had wined and dined you the same as his other victims, and with a bit of smooth talking, you’d been an easy catch.

You were sweet. Wearing pretty little dresses with a gorgeous smile that beams to all those around. Like a sunflower, which was the nickname he’d chosen for you.

It wasn’t until the reality of the situation had set in that he started to see the hints of uniqueness. Typically, his captives would scream, fight, and try to claw his eyes out. But you had receded into yourself. A meek thing that cried in the corner. Like a kicked puppy.

Steve wasn’t one for affection, not in the traditional sense. But he liked you. And so, he kept you around.

Many girls came and went while you were kept in your little cell. Steve often talked with you, sitting on the ground while he ranted about his day. And if you listened well, you’d get a new stuffed toy. He’d learnt you liked them after you bundled your pillows to cuddle them like a bear.

It was amusing. His little sunflower was an exciting thing to have around.

Except when you weren’t good. That he hated more than anything.

You wouldn’t eat your dinner, picking at the meatloaf with disdain. Steve had made it especially for you, with beef, not his usual cuisine. You weren’t ready for his diet yet.

He’d grabbed you by the hair, dragging you across the room and into a new, empty cell. You’d wailed for your stuffies, for comfort, but bad girls don’t get privileges.

“What am I meant to do with an ungrateful little girl, huh? Do you want to end up like the rest of them?” Steve watched the fear flash across your face, your little sobs becoming so hard snot and spit dribbled down your face with your tears.

“What a pathetic little baby. Too stupid to even kill,” Steve cooed, swatting your hands away when you tried to cover your face. He wanted to see all the anguish. “Who am I, hm? Who am I, sunflower?”

“My— My— My G-God…” You snivelled out, and Steve scoffed, slapping you hard across the face.

You turned to him again, and he slapped you again. “Speak properly. This isn’t the time to be a bumbling mess. Face your consequences,” Steve was harsh, as he often was when things didn’t go his way.

“You’re my God,” you managed to get out amongst your sniffs and hiccupped sobs.

“That’s better. Now, you want to get back in my good books, right?”

You nodded desperately, and Steve smiled. His sunflower was always so eager to please.

Steve grabbed your hips, pulling you to sit on his manicured oxford shoes. He started you off, rubbing your cunt over the laces and leather below you until you got the idea. “That’s it. Rub that dirty pussy all over my shoes. I bet you like it, don’t you?”

The way you looked up at Steve had him almost cumming on the spot. You looked like an absolute mess, your tear-stricken cheeks and puffy eyes making him harder. “Fuck.” He muttered, looking down to the sheen left on his shoe from your sopping cunt, your wetness soaking through your underwear. “You’re my disgusting little baby, aren’t you, sunflower?”

“Y-Yes, daddy.”

Steve always loved hearing his two favourite words. He didn’t really have a kink for being called daddy, but how it made you all shy and submissive was well worth it.

You kept rubbing yourself with little moans and sobs until your hips started shuddering, and Steve knew you were getting close. He drank in the sight of you, your nipples peaked through the fabric of your dress and muscles tensing throughout your body. It was a picture-perfect sight. “You’re doing a good job, sunflower. But you were a bad girl. And bad girls don’t get to cum.”

Steve pulled you off him, your sounds turning to whimpers as you were denied your orgasm. His shoe shone with your juices, and Steve stuck it in your face, rubbing it with the leather. “Look at this. You’ve made it all dirty. I’d normally kill someone for dirtying my things like this.”

There wasn’t much Steve wouldn’t kill someone for, but he loved to taunt you nonetheless. “But I suppose I can forgive you if you clean it up.”

Steve laughed as you looked around the room, trying to find a rag or something to clean it with. “Stupid baby.” He grabbed your hair, ignoring your yelps and cries as he shoved your face against his shoe. “With your tongue.”

He held you there, not allowing an ounce of movement. With your ass in the air, he smacked your cheeks, watching as you tried to lick away your wetness as the spanks kept coming. He wanted you sore. Perhaps that would teach you a lesson.

You licked at his shoes, having to go over the same spot when your tears fell and made a mess all over again. It was an endless cycle that Steve was all too happy to witness.

Steve hummed, watching you contently. Maybe he’d get you another toy from the hospital gift shop after his shift tomorrow. He loved seeing his sunflower smile after being a crying mess, like a blooming flower after the rain.

To be updated on when I post please follow @sgt-seabass-library and turn on post notifications.

#ambswrites #ambs answers #cherished anons #steve kemp #steve kemp x reader #steve kemp x you #dark fic #sebastian stan #sebastian stan character #sebastian stan fanfiction #steve kemp x y/n #steve kemp imagine

467 notes · View notes

buckyscombatboots · 2 years

Text

🩸 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.”

Tag list:

@alina02 @unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men @getwellsoontana @feyfantome @alexxavicry @ashenc-blog @floral-recs @flamefoxxrecs

317 notes · View notes

fandomfluffandfuck · 8 months

Note

not sure what to qualify this as, but I read the following in "getting where your face won't spoil the view" by notlucy and it's been stuck in my brain ever since

(tw for like implied cannibalism/vore I think?)

they were initially talking about rimming but then bucky went too stupid (affectionate)

“Steve…”

“Eat you out for days.” He fists a hand in Bucky’s hair, yanking his head back and exposing the column of his throat. Grinning, he goes in for a bite, sucking the rough, stubbled skin. “You need a shave.”

“Eat… me… “

It’s not an insult—he’s too spacey to be witty—but the way he says it makes Steve laugh all the same, and he kisses his jaw, his neck, the space beneath his ear. “Yeah, eat you up. Inside and out. Cut off pieces of you, just for me.” Bucky licks his lips; Steve takes advantage of an open mouth and shoves his thumb in, forcing Bucky’s tongue down, gratified when he gags. “You want that, Buck?”

A frantic nod, head moving as much as it’s able. God, he’s pretty like this.

do you have any thoughts like this about them?? idk if it falls under primal but it just scratches my brain well and I'd love to hear your thoughts on it some!!

ps. I don't like it in a gore way, more like the concept of consumption itself, on a brain sense more than the body? * insert Steve Kemp's speech about eating/consuming/being consumed being a form of love * I really don't know if this ask makes any sense anymore lmao thanks for reading this

"getting where your face won't spoil the view" by notlucy

I FUCKING LOVE THAT SERIES AND LET ME SAY--

Another line/idea from that series that makes me feral that's also, if you think realistically, very graphic is:

“What’d I say about moving, genius?” he growls, jerking his arm higher and oh, Jesus, Steve’s strong, he’s so strong and he could break the bone if he wanted to, but Bucky doesn’t want him to, doesn’t think he would, except that he could, and probably that’s the point. “I didn’t—ow, fuck, I’m sorry, but…” “No buts. No excuses. Next time I’ll nail your hand to the wall. Got me?” Bucky shivers and whines, caught between pure fantasy and harsh reality as he gasps out, “please don’t do that…” “No?” Steve’s grip tightens on his wrist, the pain a bright spark. “Why shouldn’t I? Because you’re in charge?” “Shouldn’t…” He drinks in a lungful of air, desperate and yowling, both loving and hating the threat. “Not… shouldn’t. You can but please don’t because I’m sorry and I’m…” “That’s right. I could. But I won’t. Because I believe in second chances.”

That excerpt is from "those clinging vines that had me bound, well i don't need them" by notlucy

I have many asks I need to get to, and I try to go in order of when they were sent in, but... maybe it's just my barely disguised teeth fetish talking (or maybe it's the vague religious undertone, nailing a hand to a cross that gets me, oops)... I could not resist this one.

All credit for inspiration goes to notlucy. This particular AU of Steve and Bucky, I am not claiming as mine! I'm just writing a general, darker d/s stucky pairing.

Content warning for non-gore, non-graphic mentions of dismemberment, death, etc. I promise it's not as dark as it sounds?? I don't know. This just came out of me 💀💀

"E-eat me," Bucky whimpers, voice strung out and pathetic.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, sweetheart," Steve teases him, just the right amount of bite to his words as he prowls circles around Bucky's strung up, helpless form.

Bucky's wrists are encircled by thick, padded cuffs. Attached via chain to the anchor points in the ceiling, his arms are held straight up above his body. Not too unforgiving, not too relaxed. Meanwhile, Bucky's legs are forced embarrassingly wide by a spreader bar at his ankles, attached via matching, snug ankle cuffs. He's not going anywhere. All he can do to squirm is shiver.

Helpless.

Just like Steve likes him.

He grins meanly, "you're so desperate for me."

Bucky whimpers in agreement, running out of words as he gets deeper and deeper into subspace. The expression on his face is stupid. Slack and empty-eyed. So precious.

"You just want to be in my mouth," Steve's upper lip curls up as he says it, almost snarling the words out.

Bucky's head lulls back between his shoulders, collared throat fully exposed, crumbling under his words, his voice, his promises. Wanting it just as badly as Steve is claiming he does. Slut.

Steve grabs his throat, standing in front of him, big and imposing, "you just wanna serve me, huh?" He shakes him around. Just a little. Enough to make him choke and sputter, glowing red under the attention. "Give into your higher purpose, yeah? Yeah. I know, sweetheart, you can't hide it, you want me to take little pieces of you, keep you close, so all I have to is reach over when I'm starting to feel hungry and..." Steve rakes his nails down his sides, unkind, "get a little piece of you to satisfy my appetite. More and more until there's nothing left."

"Hhuh, please!" Bucky keens.

His dick is so hard, jutting up obvious and obscene and wet between his trembling, lithe thighs. He already must've been on fire before Steve grated him with his nails, but as a result of the treatment... he burns hotter. His flesh turns even more pink. Red. Stained from his hairline, all down his face, neck, and chest, to his heaving stomach. The shape of his ribcage expanding and contracting, gleaming with sweat, as he struggles to breathe is fuckin' poetry in motion.

Steve bites down a groan, barely resisting taking the moment to himself to jerk off or to stand behind Bucky and fuck up into his exposed backside. Maybe not even his hole. Bucky is for him, after all. He could fuck his thighs instead. Deny him everything, but the glide of his throbbing, hard dick between those sweet thighs.

Jesus.

"You're so inspiring, baby," Steve waltzes behind him, dragging his nails across the canvas of his skin as if he wants to paint a masterpiece. All desire and lust. Art. "The way you cry and writhe," he lets out a hungry sound, "God, I don't know if I wouldn't be able to resist and I would eat you up right away, devour you like the starving man I am, or if I would have to drag it out and savor the taste, the thrill, because you beg and squirm and cry so prettily. Dinner and a show. How about that?" Steve chuckles, slapping his side hard enough to leave a handprint.

"God! G-AH!"

Steve cuts his second adorable little wail right in half, with a few equally had slaps to his ass. More handprints. One on each cheek, then a few overlapping prints. More claims. Like a brand on a prized piece of cattle.

And, huh, isn't that a thought?

Maybe he'll bend Bucky over, put him in a stockade so he can't go anywhere, and carve his initials into him. SGR. Maybe he'll make a custom brand, heat it, and listen to him squeal and cry as it sizzles. SGR. Although...

His Ma did always tell him not to play with his food before eating.

Glossing over that delicous idea, for now, Steve pinches Bucky right where it hurts, if his chest rattling sob is anything to go by. Yet, he conversationally speaks over his struggles, "what if I strung you up, tied you up all pretty, and just took little bites out of my new piece of artwork?"

Bucky makes a wordless caterwaul that sounds like assent. Or please. He's squirming, he's crying, and he's enjoying himself. It's hard to tell. Completely incoherent.

"Or, maybe I decide to bring over some friends and show off my catch, hm?" Catch. As if Bucky is some kind of game--fish, deer, elk--and Steve the hunter. "I know their mouths would water just looking at you. You look so delicious. Tender and juicy, huh?" Steve gropes his pointedly tender (from the spanks) ass, unashamed and filthy.

"AH!" Bucky keens.

"Don't worry, though, sweetheart," Steve smoothly purrs, "you're all mine." He bares his teeth. Wolfish.

"St-Steeve," Bucky whimpers. Cute.

"Mine. I'd never let them have a taste," he grabs him hard. His hips. He wants to leave fingerprint bruises behind. "They'll just have to hunger from afar. Admiring all the marks in you--chunks taken out by my teeth." Steve bites his shoulder, smelling his dark musk. He's sweating badly. Glistening. Beautiful. Steve licks his lips and goes on, "aaaall these marks because I couldn't help but steal bites while waiting for them to show. You're irresistible, sweetheart," he inhales deeply, as if he's wafting a fine wine, taking in the notes. "Want you so bad. I want you in me. All of you. 'M gonna eat you."

"Eat me!" Bucky begs, pathetic, mouth open and lips trembling.

"Yeah, yeah," Steve encourages, his mouth is split in such a wide grin that his face aches. He can't stop, though. "You're gonna be begging for it right up until you're swallowed whole, aren't you? You just can't help yourself," Steve pulls his head up just to grab at his chin and pinch his sweet dimpled chin. Shaking his head around. He looks so silly. Yet, Steve really does want to eat him. He makes him so hungry. "You want it so bad."

"Y's!" Bucky slurs, crying out.

Steve licks up his tears, swallows, then licks his teeth and shuts his eyes as he makes a humming sound like he's a delectable dessert. Like he's never tasted anything sweeter.

He hasn't.

God.

"After I'm done with you," Steve whispers harshly, "I'm never gonna forget it." He bites at Bucky's jaw, moaning despite himself because poor Bucky is completely limp. His head is up because Steve's holding it that way. "I'll taste you on my tongue forever. And I'm gonna tell everyone about it."

Bucky moans hoarsely, and he swoons in bonds. Feet giving from under him. Falling onto Steve's solid chest.

Steve chuckles, pleased, but pushes him back to standing, lips to Bucky's ear, "'m gonna say how there was this adorable, sweet sub that wanted me so bad he cried and begged and plead until I just ate him up like the big, bad wolf."

Bucky whimpers, a tiny, desperate sound.

"My sweet little bunny..." Steve licks his tongue up Bucky's throat, over his Adam's apple as he swallows, broad and hot, "I'm gonna tell them about how stupid you went whenever I sunk my teeth into your neck." He does it now. Bucky shakes, silently screaming. "And they're gonna stare at my teeth and know. They'll know how sweet you were. Too bad I had you all to myself."

Bucky can't speak. He can't stop shaking. He just stays there limp, whining, crying, wanting. The want rolls off of him in waves. Steve's going to devour him. Mouth on his throat, sucking bruises and leaving behind teeth indents, and hand tight around his cock. It doesn't even take him three strokes before he's giving in. Cumming right in Steve's palm. Steve licks it all up. His mess. Every part of Bucky is delicious and demands to be savored.

P.S. I have a playlist specifically themed around teeth that I was unashamedly blasting as I wrote this 😏 (and yes, I have a problem. I just like teeth, okay?)

#asks #fandomfluffandfuck #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #tw cannibalism #tw vore #tw implied death #tw implied gore #tw implied violence #does that cover all my bases??#hopefully lol #teeth #fic rec #🔪 anon

23 notes · View notes

manyourlookingood · 1 year

Text

I posted 2,977 times in 2022

That's 1,857 more posts than 2021!

291 posts created (10%)

2,686 posts reblogged (90%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@thebluemage

@justarandomgirly

@pinkiebieberpie

@rainbowkisses31

@manyourlookingood

I tagged 220 of my posts in 2022

#sebastian stan - 43 posts

#byler - 31 posts

#mike wheeler - 23 posts

#will byers - 14 posts

#finn wolfhard - 11 posts

#sebstan - 10 posts

#stranger things - 9 posts

#bucky barnes - 9 posts

#steve kemp - 9 posts

#<3 - 8 posts

Longest Tag: 77 characters

#draco malfoy book on wattpad that my older friend told me about when i was 17

My Top Posts in 2022:

pretty boy♡♡♡

See the full post

40 notes - Posted October 23, 2022

♡Sebby being adorable asf as he always is♡˘

See the full post

40 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

OKAY TF IS HE DOING THO.

47 notes - Posted March 16, 2022

"Because he's a cool, handsome and talented guy"

Source

54 notes - Posted April 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Im feral

190 notes - Posted September 17, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

0 notes

metalbuckaroo · 2 years

Note

Me again… (🌈☀️✨💕) YES IT WAS THE STEVE KEMP ASK BECAUSE IVE BEEN REWATCHING FRESH AND IM FERAL FOR THE MAN

I felt like I had to apologise because sometimes I get overly excited and I couldn’t actually remember what I wrote and was worried it was too over the top and would upset you….

BUT… I’m glad you love it. Let me know if you need any more and I’ll continue to brainstorm and inbox you a few more ideas 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

I’m pretty desensitized at this point 😅

Thank you sm for your ask, darling

Much love 💕

#darcy answers

0 notes

cadavercowboy · 2 years

Text

The Hand That Feeds

Pairing: Steve Kemp x Reader

Summary: Steve finds you in a compromising position; it would be cruel of him not to offer his help.

Word Count: 4.5k+

Warnings: Explicit content (18+ only). Implied/referenced kidnapping & imprisonment. Masturbation. Degrading language. Slight dub-con elements. Spit kink (if you squint). Vaginal fingering. Overstimulation. Forced orgasm. I made no attempt for Steve’s characterization to be accurate, but it’s just porn so who cares.

A/N: I have so much shit that I’m working on right now, but goddammit @buckysboobs you open your mouth and it turns me into such a feral and rabid beast every time so I threw this together really quickly because I had to get it out of my system before I could get back to writing anything else.

The thin pillow you force over your ears offers no reprieve from the screeching that echoes through the basement. Even through the poorly fluffed cotton, you can still hear Steve’s voice seeping through the vent that connects to the room beside your own and it causes a chill to race down your spine. This woman must be new and you can imagine the way he recites his usual spiel at her; the calmly spoken words spat in the direction of the panicked, frail victim who cowers in the corner, chains and bones rattling in kind.

You remember when that was you. You’d woken on the uncomfortable, lumpy mattress to find Steve watching over you from across the room; seated atop a stool with a glass of whiskey in his hand and a passive but impatient look upon his handsome face. There was something so ominously powerful about his position above you, something deliciously evil in his grin as you roused in a cloud of confusion. The glee upon his face when you found yourself trapped and shackled would have been alarming had you actually been aware of it, but you were far too distracted by the situation you found yourself in to even notice.

Steve looked on in amusement as you writhed wildly and yanked at your binds, fruitlessly attempting to free yourself. He titled his head with a soft smile as you screamed and cried and lunged for him. From next door, you can hear that exact thing happening again. The woman shrieks and wails and begs for freedom, earning nothing but Steve’s firm and empty words of reassurance in response. You wonder whether the charade ever grows old for him or if each agitated reaction fuels him just the same.

When the woman begins howling raucously, you roll your eyes; eventually she’ll realize it’s pointless to put up a fight. Steve seems to share in that particular notion and grows tired of the way she carries on. His booming voice is so loud, you’re certain the concrete walls vibrate with the volume of it. He hollers the woman’s name impatiently and the forceful moniker holds such a distinct warning that you find you’re cowering in the corner of your own cell.

You remember when that was you, too. Steve had allowed you to make a ruckus for only so long before it was your name flying past those snarling lips. His anger only got you more worked up and when he advanced on you, you grew absolutely frantic. Steve paused momentarily, softly repeating your name until you calmed enough for him to approach and drop down beside you. When he circled his arms around you and drew you close to his broad chest, you knew you should shove him away and reject his touch, but you found yourself oddly comforted by his embrace.

That fact only sickened you and made you cry harder — something Steve reveled in. He hugged you closer to him, leaning his head against yours and whispering soothingly into your hair as he imprisoned your shaking body against his much larger form. Your hiccupping cries were music to his ears and when he pulled you in again until you were nearly in his lap, you felt just how much he was enjoying the sounds of your pathetic cries.

As the woman in the other cell finally quiets down and you can barely make out the smooth, dulcet words that Steve surely murmurs against her hair, you wonder whether it’s happening to her as well. Surely the weeks you’ve spent chained up and listening to the horrified screams of his victims have finally eaten away at your brain because you find the thought…kind of hot.

Your heartbeat increases slightly when you picture Steve holding fast to a woman who tries to claw her way out of his arms, imagining the sexual gratification he’s gleaning from her distraught cries and desperate struggling. You wonder whether he presses his hardness against her backside, too. More than that, you think about how he deals with the lust his victims procure in him. Does he trudge upstairs and jerk off to the thought of them quivering in fear at his feet and in his wicked arms? Would he ever fuck one of his girls? You ponder the matter, trying to determine what it would take to make him act on his urges.

Before you know it, your hand is slithering under the loose waistband of the striped sweatpants Steve had given you — sweatpants you can only assume belong to him personally, given how big they are on your smaller form. Your fingers move with a mind of their own as you recline comfortably against the pillow you’d long since given up trying to use to muffle the sounds coming from the next room. With your thighs parting slightly, you run the tip of one finger over yourself and let out a soft sigh. You only touch yourself through the thin material of your cotton panties, convincing yourself that doing so is somehow less sinful; nevermind the fact that you’re still getting turned on by the very idea of Steve’s sick interests.

You hear the man’s voice through the air vent — growling and exasperated — and your thighs slam shut around your hand, fingers pushing harder against yourself as you mewl. Your eyes slip closed and your fingertips circle slowly, determinedly massaging your sensitive nerves as wetness grows between your legs. It’s wrong and it’s fucked up, though that only serves to turn you on more. As your mind wanders to your own memories of Steve holding you to his warm body and grinding subtly against you, you find yourself breathless and moaning.

Though you cannot make out something specific, the sound of Steve’s words carrying through the cement wall is enough to spur you on. The muscles of your thighs quiver and your fingers race over your swollen flesh until the moisture begins seeping through the material of your underwear and dampens the tips of them. You inch closer and closer to the edge as you conjure an image of Steve forcefully pinning you down and taking his anger out on you; knowing how pitifully you’d cry and beg for him. You’re so fucking close, though the barrier of your wet panties is proving to be a hinderance in your venture for release and you grunt in frustration as your orgasm remains just out of reach.

The sound of a cell door opening vaguely registers in your mind, although you ignore it in favor of focusing on your coveted release. Besides, you expect Steve to just head back upstairs like he usually does. What you don’t expect is for the sound of his steps to head in your direction; in fact, you’re too distracted to even hear them. And with your eyes screwed shut, you also miss the looming darkness of the growing shadow that encroaches on your cell.

With the picture of Steve’s broad, muscular body braced over you as he fucks into you with brutal abandon in your head, your strangled moans and stuttered gasps draw him in like a moth to a flame. You’re muttering frantically and incoherently, the words coming out in a jumble under your breath as you chant your pleasure like a deranged prayer. Steve sneaks silently towards the sound, careful not to alert you to his presence. The soles of his shoes squeak quietly when he grinds to a halt, lips parted in shock as he surveys the scene he’s stumbled upon.

Your head is thrown back and your spine arches away from the mattress slightly as you choke on a strangled grunt. The jerking movement of the arm shoved deep in your pants pulls at the chain attached to the wall and the metallic jingle sends a bolt of heat straight to his groin. He watches as you take your lower lip between your teeth and your face crinkles with concentration while you desperately try to get yourself off. The sight of you chained up in a basement — in his basement, a man you know to be a ravenous killer — yet still behaving like a depraved whore is almost too much for him. But it’s the words that reach him through a litany of mumbled nonsense that nearly bring him to his knees.

“Please, oh God…please, Steve,” you cry, too caught up in your own fantasy to be conscious of the volume of your voice.

A rush of air escapes him through his flared nostrils and his jaw tenses as he swallows hard. As much as he wants to carry on watching you and see you bring yourself to orgasm, he knows that won’t be enough. He wants much more than to just be a spectator. His slacks feel far too tight as they constrict around his growing erection and he fights to hide the amused smirk that contorts his face. How sweet of you to let him see you fall apart under your own nimble little fingers with him on your mind.

Steve takes a step back to duck behind the edge of the wall as his hand plunges into his pocket in search of his keys. The ring of metal jingles loudly enough to rip your eyes open and draw your attention towards the slotted door just as Steve appears outside your cell. You yank your hand from within the confines of your pants as shame blazes across your already-warm cheeks. Steve swipes his key fob in front of the electronic pad before manually unlocking the door.

The door slides open with an ominous whoosh and Steve darkens the entryway with a serious expression weighing down his attractive features. His head tilts to the side and he glares at you from beneath a slightly furrowed brow, the angle of his face casting shadows along his sharp cheekbones. You don’t know whether he caught you in the throes of your self-pleasuring and though his face is unreadable, there’s something threatening glowing in his crystalline irises. All you can do is stare up at him guiltily.

“Hi,” he greets coarsely.

“H-hello.”

Your words are stuttered and breathless on account of the way your chest still rises and falls rapidly. You lick your dry lips and hope your obvious state of arousal isn’t quite so obvious to Steve. He offers a quick smile before sliding the door shut behind himself. When he takes several slow, measured steps in your direction, you find yourself shuffling backwards until you hit the wall. The tension swells with each stride Steve takes; although his body language is calm and casual — face relaxed, the sleeves of his charcoal sweater rolled up to his elbows, his hands buried comfortably in his pockets — something foreboding pulses off of him in waves.

“Did you need anything?” he ponders, looking down as he comes to tower over you.

“Um, no,” you whisper. “Thank you.”

Steve snorts out a short chuckle and his lips lift in what appears to be amusement. The knot that had been building in your core has migrated upwards into your stomach where it tangles around itself in growing apprehension. Your eyes drop away from his face to escape his unrelenting stare and he laughs lowly again. The tendons adorning his strong arm twist and bulge as he toys with the keys in his pocket, the metallic jingling muffled by the material of his pants. He inhales deeply then exhales, delighting in the way you squirm uncomfortably at his feet.

“What were you doing?” Steve implores, his voice loaded with barely restrained mirth.

“I wasn’t…nothing,” you stutter around the heaviness of your lie. “I was just…I was trying to sleep.”

Another rough laugh emerges from the back of Steve’s throat and he observes you pitifully. Without warning, he bends his knees and drops down to crouch in front of you; he pulls his hands from his pockets and leans his forearms against his thighs, hands hanging loosely between them. The air around you feels almost too thick to breathe and your lungs struggle to inflate, though the gasp that emits from you when Steve snatches your wrist drags plenty of oxygen in. You’re too stunned to resist the way he pulls your hand towards his face and slips the fingers you’d just had between your thighs into his mouth. Maintaining eye contact, Steve swirls his tongue around the digits and savors the faint taste of your musk; he bathes your skin in his saliva and a groan of approval rumbles down your limb as his eyes roll back.

When you finally manage to get your bearings, you wrench your arm out of his grasp and your fingers leave his mouth with a wet pop. He smiles wickedly and this time he snatches your chin in his hand, forcing you to look up at him.

“Were you touching yourself?” he wonders.

His tone implies that he already knows the answer. Tears of shame prickle in the corners of your eyes and you’re unable to respond; even if Steve hadn’t blatantly caught you in the act, the expression of guilt on your face gives you away immediately. Your eyes widen in fear and Steve finds himself growing harder, painfully so.

“Don’t stop. I want you to keep going,” he informs you with a rasp.

Your knees press together tightly and you scoot further away from him as you shake your head in refusal. The embarrassment you feel over being caught is bad enough, you can’t possibly imagine continuing while he watches; as much as the heat that blooms within you says otherwise.

“Keep. Fucking. Going,” Steve growls as he grabs your ankles and jerks you so hard that you land flat on your back with him perched between your parted thighs. “If you’re gonna rub your little pussy while you think about me, I deserve to watch, don’t you think?”

He doesn't give you a chance to respond as he tucks his fingers under the waistband of your pants and wrestles them over your legs before tossing them aside. The determined lust you see in his eyes makes your stomach flip in the most horrific way and you feel a rush of wetness spill from your center once more. You don’t want to admit that you’re into this, but you definitely are and it floods you with shame. When your shaky hands reach hesitantly for your panties, Steve grabs either wrist and stops you with a shake of his head.

“Leave them on. I wanna see you soak them through,” he commands darkly as he notices the damp spot from earlier. “Christ, you’re already so wet. Touch yourself again.”

With a low whine, you obey. One hand ventures downwards while the other tangles in the blanket beneath your shivering body. Your fingers are uncertain at first and you refuse to meet Steve’s eyes, lest you lose your courage altogether. A puff of air releases from your chewed lips when you make contact with your throbbing core, dragging two fingers along your center with delicate pressure. Steve’s tongue snakes out to wet his lips as he watches your fingers dance along the gusset of your panties, his head growing dizzy as the spot of darkness grows along with your arousal. He reaches over you to push the hem of the shirt you wear over your chest so he can watch the way your breasts jiggle as you touch yourself.

“Just like that,” he praises quietly, sitting sideways between your legs with one laid across his lap and the other pressed against his back. “That’s good.”

His hotly spoken words send a tremor through your whole body and you rub your fingers more confidently against your pulsing flesh. Your hips shift and your lips part with a timid moan as your race towards your peak. The warm touch of Steve’s palms against your thighs hurtles you towards your release, but you need more. Lifting your free hand, you curl your fingers around the elastic seam that digs into the crease of your leg and expose your weeping folds to the cool air. Before you can make contact with your bare pussy, Steve’s hand is slapping yours away, the tips of his fingers grazing your sensitive bud in the process.

“Oh!” you cry out, curling in on yourself at the stinging sensation.

“Such a little whore,” Steve hisses.

He holds one of your bound wrists captive, keeping your probing fingers far from where you want them most. You whine in protest and open your legs wider for him as his other palm slides sensually towards your neglected core.

“You were about to cum, weren’t you?” he tuts, thumb digging pleasantly into the taut muscle of your leg. “What were you thinking about, hm?”

You’re having a hard enough time keeping your wits about you as it is in this state, but Steve’s lewd and teasing words have your mind so clouded with lust, all you can do is blink dumbly at him. He smiles knowingly, the edges of his teeth peeking out between his widely spread lips. The next thing you know, Steve is twisting around and planting his knees into the mattress with one hand braced beside you and the other cupping your cheek.

“You don’t have to tell me,” he purrs patronizingly. “I heard the way you moaned my name like a needy slut.”

With that, the hand cradling your cheek slips away from your face to trail over your pebbled nipples and down your torso until it reaches your hips. Steve lays his wide palm over your pelvis and presses down to pin you in place as his thumb brushes lightly over your clit. You jump at the contact and inhale sharply. He offers only the initial stimulation, forcing you to lift your hips and push towards him in a silent plea for more. As expected, he only snickers at your desperation and refuses to give you what you want until you let out a ragged, pathetic whimper.

“Poor baby,” he tuts, his words dripping with condescension and his eyebrows clenched piteously. “Did you want something?”

“Please,” you nearly sob, unable to voice your desires.

“Oh, that’s alright. I know what you need,” Steve assures you confidently.

Keeping one hand braced against your pubic bone, he wraps all four fingers from the other around the gusset of your panties and wrenches them to the side. His knuckles dig painfully into the sensitive interior of your thigh, although the gratifying pressure of the pad of his thumb around your clit soothes the discomfort. A relieved moan rattles your body and Steve coos above you, putting the weight of his body onto the hand that holds you in place each time you attempt to raise your hips.

A long, keening sound sneaks out from between your clenched teeth and every muscle in your body pulls taut. Steve senses your oncoming orgasm and he swirls his thumb more rapidly. The heat and ecstasy that races through your veins is unbelievable and the pleasure is so great you begin to feel panicky. Your palms slap against the scratchy surface of the blanket that bunches under you and you use what little energy you have to try to scramble away. The insistent and growing pressure of the hand pinning your body down allows you no chance to run and Steve releases his hold on your panties to wrap a hand around your thigh and hold you more firmly in place.

“You’re so close, just let go for me,” he beseeches firmly. “Be a good girl and cum.”

For whatever reason, his implicit permission is all you need to fall apart. Your eyes water with the intensity of your release and you cry out as your body clenches around nothing and another flood of moisture spills from your dripping core. The sounds you make are pained and debauched, but you’re powerless to hold back as you’re flung over the precipice by the persistent sweeping of his thumb; even after you’ve cum he doesn’t stop for several long moments.

Through the haze of your orgasm, you can barely hear Steve’s words of praise as he slides your wet, stretched out panties off of you. You look up to find him kneeling between your thighs which he pushes wide to observe your sodden core.

“Made a mess of you with just one finger, let’s see what I can do with more,” he taunts as he ducks his head and lands a spray of saliva against your sensitive pussy. “You’re already dripping...you don’t even need that, do you?”

Before the shame has time to settle in your chest, Steve is shoving two thick fingers into you. The added slickness of his spit eases his way so much that he plunges the digits in all the way to his knuckles and you scream at the delicious burn of the way he stretches you. Your walls clench at the unexpected intrusion and you twist your hips and bear down uncontrollably. He grunts at the way you squeeze his fingers, though it only prompts him to redouble his efforts as he drags his fingers out and slowly eases them back in until your muscles relax and accept him.

With his fingers still slipping in and out of you with a slow and steady rhythm, Steve leans over your body and plants an elbow beside you. The fingers of his free hand sweep gently over your forehead and along your cheek as you gasp and whimper, your pussy stretching open around his plundering fingers. Your senses are clouded with the clean, spicy scent of him and the smell is intoxicating; the soft tickle of cashmere against your exposed torso and sensitive nipples makes you twitch.

“You love this, don’t you?” he provokes, his strained words barely audible. “Turns you on so much to be chained up like a worthless animal, letting a bad man touch you like this. Hmm? Look how deep I’m buried up in your tight little pussy and you’re soaked…taking me so fucking well. So disgusting, so fucked up…just like me.”

You’re struggling to catch your breath and the sound of your pussy sucking Steve’s fingers in is humiliating. When he picks up speed and your juices spill down and begin to soak the bed beneath you, you feel yourself slipping closer and closer to another orgasm. The wetness sloshes obscenely under Steve’s relentless ministrations and he can feel you rippling around his long, slippery fingers. His thumb applies indirect pressure to your pulsing bundle of nerves and you moan like a woman possessed.

The hand laying limply beside your head delves beneath your skull and tangles painfully into your hair. Steve tilts your head back until your neck is exposed to him. His lips trail wetly along the column of your throat, leaving a line of ravenous kisses in their wake. You’re vibrating and writhing beneath him, overwhelmed with the sensation of his touch; both from his fingers and his mouth. Your spine stiffens and your lips part on a silent scream as you feel yourself begin to fall again.

“Don’t cum,” Steve cautions, nipping at your jaw as he spits the words. “Don’t you dare fucking cum.”

Though he instructs you not to and his voice is threaded with an unspoken warning, he proceeds to add a third finger, stretching you even further around his slick digits until your pussy is stuffed full. His palm is drenched in your fluids and his fingers slip easily in and out of your channel, the friction nearly non-existent with how soaked he’s made you. You’re trying so hard to hold off, but he’s making it almost impossible and sweat beads at your temples as dread twists low in your belly.

“Can’t…can’t,” you wheeze, unable to form a complete sentence. “Too much.”

No matter how much you flail and try to beg, he refuses to cease touching you; in fact, he shows no signs of stopping and instead continues to push you to your absolute limit. Your cries grow in frequency and volume until you’re making such an obnoxious commotion that Steve disentangles his hand from your hair to slap a palm over your open mouth in an attempt to shut you up.

“Shh, it’s okay…be good and stay quiet for me,” he demands with his lips brushing the shell of your ear, his own teeth clenched with exertion now. “You don’t want the other girls to hear what I’m doing to you. They might get jealous if they know you’re my favorite. C’mon, be a good girl…I know you can hold it.”

His words send a convulsion through your body, from the top of your skull down to your toes, and you wail behind his hot, sticky palm. The idea that anyone might hear you sends a fresh wave of moisture gushing from your pussy. Tears leak from the corners of your eyes as you try to hold back. It’s taking everything you have not to cum, but when Steve curls his fingers just so and rubs fervently against the spot deep inside that makes your head spin, you know you’re fighting a losing battle.

“You better not…” he warns, already sensing your capitulation.

The barked words have barely left his mouth when you crumble beneath him. Your back bends painfully and your hips cant with so much force that you almost send Steve tumbling sideways off of you. He leans his weight against your torso, pinning his arm between your bodies as he fights to keep his fingers buried as deeply as possible in your clenching pussy. Your thighs are a mess with your own wetness and cum drips steadily from your over-filled hole as Steve keeps curling and pulsing his fingers into you until you’re writhing through yet another orgasm.

Steve is clicking his tongue disapprovingly as you soak his fingers over and over, your body trying to force him out as he overstimulates your sensitive nerves. You’re crying weakly as your entire body quivers and quakes beneath the bulk of Steve’s form and you struggle to draw a deep breath before you pass out from overexertion. Your ears are ringing, your head is foggy, and your body feels heavy with fatigue. The loss of Steve’s fingers isn’t as much of a relief as you expect it to be and you whimper at how empty you feel when he frees his hand from between your trembling thighs.

“You really shouldn’t have done that,” he sighs, almost sounding disappointed in you.

You open your eyes just in time to see him bring his dripping fingers to your face. He shoves them between your lips and across your tongue, the taste of yourself strong against your taste buds as he forces you to lick them clean. His own tongue slides against yours and between his slicked fingers before licking messily at your drooling mouth. You’re so caught up in the way he grabs your throat and begins kissing you hungrily that you almost don’t hear the distinct sound of a zipper filling the room.

Sebastian Stan Masterlist ✦ Writing Masterpost

#rae this one is targeted at you too for haunting my dms ALL FUCKING DAY #anyway idk how i feel about this fic bc it fought me every step of the way so i got no love for it now that it's done #just had to remove the brain worms bc this scenario would not leave me alone #steve kemp #steve kemp fanfiction #steve kemp smut #steve kemp x reader #steve kemp x reader smut #fresh fanfiction

1K notes · View notes

buckysboobs · 2 years

Text

some of my favourite writers who deserve more appreciation

alright, everytime i read a fic i reblog and comment and hype because you fuckers, you WHORES have the most foul effect on me and deserve the praise for your writing, but honestly, you all deserve more. i see the likes and reblogs ratio and it really makes me feel disappointed, so i just thought i would mention some of my favourite writers and my favourite fics of theirs and i'm hoping the whoreknee readers on here who need some fic recs will check them out <3

(this is in no particular order.)

@shamevillain MICKY you are such an amazing writer especially when it comes to dark and disgusting and foul content, i will forever be a fucking whore for all your masterpieces. words cannot express how much i adore you and your art and your stories and your smut and everything you do. you're my favourite deranged and disgusting slut that i can share all my filthy fantasies with without hesitation and i KNOW you will create a whole masterpiece out of it and i love you for it. god bless you for all your steve kemp desires <3

check out her works

@buckmepapi the god of dirty talk and making me go absolutely fucking insane, jesus fucking christ i don't think you realize the effect your smut and the way you write has on people... the amount of times i have literally destroyed my pussy to your fics is a little alarming but none of it is my fault, you're the one to blame you dirty dirty whore. the needy bucky fic? the breeding kink smut? THE BALL WORSHIP? the fucking SQUIRT FIC?? you have been so kind and mean to my pussy, jAIL TIME NOW!

check out their works

@adrinktostopyourthirst YOUR FICS. HAVE ME GOING ABSOLUTELY INSANE. there's a very particular spark and poetic way to your writing and the smut that makes me go so fucking feral, i don't think i will ever get over your writing. every thought you put into words has me shaking and crying and throwing up like a WHORE. your villain reader x bucky fic was the first i read and i sent it to my friend too and since then we still haven't gotten over it or the rest of your masterlist.

check out their works

@onceuponastory BABE you are one of the sweetest, most amazing and creative writers out there. the way you characterize steve and how creative your fics are and the concepts, has me GIGGLING and BLUSHING like a schoolgirl with a crush, i love your stories and you so much and i'm glad i'm one of the people who gets to read those lil pieces of art.

check out their works

@bucky-soldat steph... GODDAMMIT you have no idea what you do to me. i'm so happy to have you in my life and your fucked up creative talented little head. always fulfilling my dark fantasies and making me feel so content with your amazing smut, every single piece you have written (and i have read them all i'm afraid) is a fucking piece of art and deserves to be in a museum. you will not get away with making me so horny forever. your dark charles fics, your winter soldier smut, every single character you always seem to NAIL in the head and it's fucking genius. and now STEVE! you are going to hell with me.

check out their works

@sableseb YOU FILTHY LITTLE WHORE i am so grateful for you and your writing, you bring me so much comfort even with your dark fics (is that weird? maybe, but what can be done) but im so fucking in love with the way you write, your fics are fucking genius, your smut is heavenly and i swear i have gotten off to it so many times it's unhealthy. especially THE one.. to be so lonely still has me in the worst fucking chokehold. i keep coming back to it. AND something borrowed, those two will always be my favourites. i love you and your fics so much.

check out their works

@bemine-bucky your smut is so fucking filthy in the best way, love is a bitch and saint like are my favourite fics from you and the jealous bucky drabble GETS me. your mind is so fucking creative and i love your aus, love is a bitch still has a very clear mark in my head that i'm never getting over, so there's that.

check out their works

@boxofbonesfic I FOUND YOU FINALLY AGAIN and i am so happy because the ball worship fic will forever be embedded in a special place in my heart, soul and clit and i will be raiding your entire masterlist tonight i'm afraid <3 i fucking adore you.

check out their works

i have a really bad memory so i will keep on adding more and more writers here that i come across, i appreciate everything you guys do for my pussy with your sinful words and i hope others do as well <3

feel free to reblog with your own favourite writers that you think deserve more appreciation!

#zee's fic recs #sebastian stan smut #bucky barnes smut #steve kemp smut #charles blackwood smut #nick fowler smut #steve rogers smut #marvel smut #avengers smut #fresh #we have always lived in the castle #fic recs

425 notes · View notes

lululawrence · 5 years

Photo

lululawrence’s December 2018 Fic List

Click here for previous months’ fic lists

It’s December! As usual, it has given us many glorious fic reading opportunities, both those that are holiday focused as well as Louis birthday focused and totally not December related at all. I loved so many while I was trying not to go completely insane with the craziness that is also part of the season, despite not having gotten to nearly as many as I wanted to, but here are the ones that really helped me survive the past month.

The Lace That Saved Christmas by @alarrylarrie / Larrymama15 What a great way to kick off a fic rec, honestly. This fic was so cute and sweet and pure and lovely and all things good! Plus a bit saucy hehe Manda uses her words for good once again and blessed us with a Christmas fic this time. Defo a great fic to reread every year hehe

Just Say the Word by @louandhazaf / YesIsAWorld I am horrifically behind on all of the girl direction fics from the exchange, but this one was fantastic. The TENSION and the sexiness from a fucking kiss!!! I’m telling you, i was fanning myself reading it and it was a bloody kiss! Anyway. You have to read this if you have even considered girl direction, because it is soft and wonderful. And who doesn’t love pining idiot girls in love?

Treat Mothman With Kindness by @lesbianiconharrystyles / flowercrownfemme Okay yeah this fic was fantastic in the most crack fic way. It was crack, and yet not. It was soft and lovely and pining again and like…mothman Harry? You know you want to. hahaha The entire cast of characters is fabulous, though. Especially the lesbian cats.

The light is coming by @pocketsunshineharry / ishiplouis Okay so like. This fic has everything I love about A/B/O in it haha It’s angsty with a touch of softness and the kind of gritty animalistic undertones that can come with A/B/O fics that I kinda adore. Louis is pregnant and a bit feral as an omega and Harry is the softhearted alpha baker who just wants to take care of him. There is nesting, fighting of instincts, and all sorts of wonderful things. A fab read.

There’s really nothing better (than a beautiful boy in an ugly Christmas sweater) by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed / we_are_the_same This is another adorable pining Christmas fic featuring a meet cute, punny Christmas sweaters, and a bet. Hehe It’s adorable and cute and I love it. A completely fluffy and soft read that is perfect for a cold night snuggled beneath blankets.

The Christmas Lift by @homosociallyyours / homosociallyyours Fake dating! Misunderstandings! Annoying but affectionate coworkers! Annoying saxophone playing neighbors! This fic has them all and it’s all done to PERFECTION. I was still thinking about this days later, which is always a good sign. Another great read.

Holiday Greetings (And Gay Happy Meetings) by @2tiedships2 / 2tiedships2 This is actually the first half of the fic! I haven’t gotten a chance to read the second half yet, so it’ll probably be part of my January list, but this first one is SO GOOD. I loved how she worked the fact that Louis and Harry had not only met before under less than stellar circumstances, but things just worked together so perfectly. It’s such a fun fic and I can’t wait to see how it all comes together for Louis’ birthday in the second part.

Empty Nights by Anonymous This is the fic that was written for me for the Tomlinshaw exchange! And unfortunately the only one I’ve been able to read from the exchange at large as of yet. Sigh. I’ll get to the others hopefully in January! Anyway, this one was FAB. It was so painful and angsty and awkward and lovely but all without being too much. So many feelings and it all comes together so so so perfectly and they are truly the answer to all the upset surrounding them and how healing and beautiful is that? Anyway. It’s a really really great read, and this person’s very first fic ever! I loved it.

Her Love On My Lips by @suddenclarityharry / FallingLikeThis SO SOFT! SO SWEET! SO PERFECT! I loved this fic and the way Tabby imbued so much emotion and feeling into the words. It’s so impactful while still being short somehow. I adored it. So, if girl direction is for you, you will LOVE this fic. If it isn’t for you, fine, but you’re missing out on a hella amazing fic here.

Winter Drabbles by @homosociallyyours / homosociallyyours These three drabbles came together to tell a longer story arch and it was so lovely. Such a sweet little taste of how they are together. I really liked them!

Drabbles by @laynefaire / Layne Faire (HisDarlin) The only other drabbles I’ve read as of yet, because I am woefully behind on pretty much all reading, but these are all amazing as well! This collection holds the drabbles Layne has written for the previous drabbles fests as well as the winter drabbles she wrote, so just hop on in and enjoy the ride, because they’re all wonderful.

Christmas With The Devil by @taggiecb / taggiecb Are you seeing a trend with my reading this month? I focused on shorter fics because I couldn’t handle anything long, and JUST LIKE ALWAYS Lacey took her Satan/Santa series and ramped it up a bit more with this one. How does she always infuse so much melancholy and fear and just…full-bodied emotions into her soft and happy fluff? She does! Just a touch of this and a pinch of that and it comes out to be this completely delectable experience of a fluffy cake. So anyway. That got out of hand, but all the same, this is a fab addition to the series and I highly recommend it.

Make my wish come true by @tommosgun / Star_Henderson Listen. Shar is one of the first writers i followed in this fandom and I’ve never looked back. This fic reminds me so much of why I fell in love with her stories to begin with. They’re so fun, there’s always an emotional bond that is so strong and so immediate and the way she writes it is like exploring something new. I can’t even explain it, but this fic is defo a Shar classic that was so fun for Christmas.

Set Your Heart A-Whirl by @becomeawendybird / QuickedWeen The first of six fics from our Secret Santa fic exchange, I’m kicking it off with this one because IT WAS WRITTEN FOR ME!!! We all wrote a fic based on the same prompt, and this one was just beautiful. It was so soft and sweet and cute and funny and ahhhhhhh! A true pleasure. You’ll love it. Go read it. hehe

Do Not Falter (There’s a Star Ahead) by @londonfoginacup / LadyLondonderry This was Emmu’s fic for Molly and NESTING OMEGA HARRY!!! Oh gosh this fic made me squeal softly into my pillow as I read it. I loved it. I’m sighing again just thinking about it now.

Twinkle Lights and Snowy Nights by @haloeverlasting / haloeverlasting This was the fic Brit wrote for Bri and SHE HURT US ALL. There is so much emotion and fear and hurt and yet love. So so so much love! And healing! Gahhhhh it’s beautiful and art and poetry and makes you just want to cuddle in some blankets. It was glorious.

You Should Be Here With Me by @dimpled-halo / dimpled_halo Jacky like… took Emmu and wrapped her up into a fic from the bubble tea to IKEA to just… ALL OF IT. Another fab A/B/O fic that is so soft and rife with miscommunications and good intentions and fixing what was messed up and just. LOVELY.

This Christmas by @suddenclarityharry / FallingLikeThis I might have commented on this fic twice and not even realized, but that’s okay because Tabby deserves all the comments on this fic. It is such a great read, featuring Exes to Lovers, and has flashbacks that fill in the back story as we go. It’s a wonderful read with just the right touch of pain and angst and just. Sigh. Wonderful.

love isn’t brains, children, it’s blood by @briannamarguerite / BriaMaria Bri went and wrote a full on Buffy fic for Tabby for the exchange!! It’s hard core and wonderful and Zayn as Spike kinda made the entire fic for me. Like, Harry as Angel and Louis as Buffy was already pretty amazing, especially when I realized Steve was Giles, but then Roman Kemp was tossed into the mix with Liam and I was just like the shock emoji the entire time I was reading. It was wonderful and such a great read!

Forget the Silent Nights by @londonfoginacup / LadyLondonderry As of writing this up, I still haven’t finished the last chapter of any of the three advent fics from this year, but it’s okay because I adored them all. This one was such fun reading from all the varied POVs and having little snippets of their history mixed in with the present story! I loved reading the insanity every day. You’ll have to go as Emmu how much of the fic is based on real life, too. The answer might surprise you. hahahaha

Santa Baby Honey by @sadaveniren / SadaVeniren Crack fic meets advent fic in the very best of ways. hahaha I died laughing so many times while reading this and went screaming to sada about it and it was just. Such fun and so insane and great and just. Do yourself a favor and read it because it’s a fucking TRIP.

hymns for restless stars by @turnyourankle / turnyourankle This fic had such feeling!!! Famous/non-famous!!! But of course, it’s complicated. Never so easy as just that. It’s wonderful and so soft and worrying and painful and lovely and made me cry just a touch. hehe This was the perfect addition to the other perhaps more lighthearted advent fics because while it was also lighthearted, this one also gave a dose of heavier emotions too.

And that’s it! I have SO MANY MORE Christmas fics to catch up on, so most of my January reading will probably be that. Get ready! hehe Happy belated Christmas for those that celebrate, Happy New Year to everyone, and ALWAYS Happy Reading! Please remember to leave kudos and comments (and reblog their fic posts, if they link them!) to show your appreciation!

#mine #december 2018 fic list #my fic rec #fic rec #28th appreciation #fic writer appreciation #fic list

222 notes · View notes