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abbatoirablaze · 5 months

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Brick By Brick, Steve Kemp

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“Sweetheart…where are you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

You never got used to that noise.

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

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

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

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

“D-Dr. Kemp…I-“

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

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

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

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

“Sweetheart.”

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

Shit.

“You know how I feel when you cry…”

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

You allowed yourself to look up at him.

To read his reactions.

Blank.

“I was alone then…b-before you…”

The smallest of smiles tugged at his lips.

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

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

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

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

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

But instead you decided to push the boundary.

Leaning in, you pressed your lips to his.

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

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

The way that his tongue pushed into your mouth.

You gave up the dominance.

Crawled into his lap.

Let him think that he won.

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

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

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

He was on to you.

“B-Brendan, I-“

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

“Wh-what?”

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

“I-It’s around Christmas?”

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

Holy shit.

He was falling for it.

“Anything.”

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

“Anything?”

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

“I want you to have a piece of me!”

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

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

“W-why do you look amused?”

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

“W-what?”

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

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

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

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

You felt nauseated at the thought.

Sure, you didn’t like Ann.

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

They had two sons together.

They were legally married.

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

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

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

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

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

“W-what’s that?”

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

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

#25 days of christmas #one shot #1shot #fresh au #fresh the movie #fresh #sebastian stan characters #steve kemp #brendan kemp #brick by brick

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vellicore · 2 years

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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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lunarbuck · 7 months

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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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everything tags: @peaches1958 @pono-pura-vida @emi11ie @paulasocean @silverfire475 @lovingchoices14 @nekoannie-chan @late-to-the-party-81 @chibijusstuff @midnightramyeoncravings @wickidlady @buckyb-stan @adoreyouusugar @sebastianstanisagod @kayden666 @km-ffluv @winters1917 @buckysprettybaby @youdontknowmegls

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#jane’s writing #kinktober #fawktober2023 #kinktober 2023 #bucky x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve kemp x reader #loki x reader #sam wilson x reader #stucky x reader #lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker #bucky barnes #steve rogers #sam wilson #steve kemp

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sebstan2020 · 4 months

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Sebastian Stan Fanfiction Masterlist

Bucky Barnes

Red Ties - Bucky Barnes

The King - Bucky Barnes

The Rise of Hydra - Bucky Barnes

The Captains Daughter - Bucky Barnes

Trespassing - Bucky Barnes

The Presidents Daughter - Bucky Barnes

A Slave for You - Bucky Barnes

She Works for the Devil - Bucky Barnes

At His Service - Bucky Barnes

Territory - Bucky Barnes

New World Order - Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark

Companion - Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers

Repaying the Debt - Bucky Barnes

Bucky Barnes One shots

Steve Kemp

Not Leaving - Steve Kemp

Max Burnett

The Sharpest Lies - Max Burnett

Max Burnett One shots

Nick Fowler

Nick Fowler One shots

Sebastian Stan

Sebastian Stan One shots

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shadeysprings · 7 months

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YOU

—Art Collector!Steve Kemp x F!Reader

Summary — Your unexpected meeting with the famous art collector takes a dark turn when you learn the secret of his private collection.

Warnings — oral (female receiving), dismembered bodies, disrespect to the dead, entrapment, plots of killing, serial killer vibes, Steve being a calm psycho. There may be more I haven't mentioned but please read with caution.

Word Count — 5.4K

A/N — Story #1 for my FREAKtober Fest. The fic was heavily inspired by the movie itself and House of Wax. I'm happy to finally explore Steve's character in writing and I must say, I enjoyed every bit of it. The title was taken from the song You.

Gif by the amazing @steve-kemp

Shout out to @vellicore and @sgt-seabass for bouncing ideas with me and being my beta.

As always, your feedback is highly appreciated and your reblogs would be amazing. And of course, I hope y'all enjoy! ❤️

They didn’t come.

It was all you could think about as almost 2 hours had passed since your grad show started. Despite your parents’ — mostly your mom’s — disapproval of pursuing an arts program, you still invited them to the show. You hoped that if they saw what you were truly doing, they would understand your passion for paints and charcoal.

But it was a long shot, and you knew that. Though at least you tried…right?

You envy your classmates who carry bouquets while they present their artwork to their families and strangers alike. You were lucky enough to have a few come by your cubicle, delighted to explain the medium and process of your work. Some seemed genuinely intrigued while others, you can tell, only came by and endured your talk for the free stickers you offered at the end of your spiels.

Another hour passes by and you look up front when you hear an announcement being made by your instructor; a class photo. You’re reluctant to join, seeing no value in such a thing to be done as it’s obvious that once the day ends, they will be strangers once again. But another adamant call from your instructor has you heading to the front, a frown forming on your face when you’re pushed at the back, towered by your classmates—unseen once more.

As parents and several others grab the opportunity to take a photo, your eyes suddenly divert back to your cubicle when you see someone looking over at your main art piece. You can’t put a pin on his face but you know you’ve seen him before.

Once the group photo has ended, you immediately head back to your spot, catching the familiar stranger taking one of your stickers as well as a business card that sits beside it. It’s when you finally recognize him—and you’re in utter shock that he would be looking at your work. He finally notices you, a smile on his face as he holds out his hand.

“Hi.” He begins, “I’m—”

“You’re Steve Kemp.” You finish for him, the confidence you suddenly displayed startling the both of you. But you push on when you see a smile of amusement on his face, taking his hand to shake. “You’re the famous art collector.” You wouldn’t have known it was him with how dressed down he looked with the corduroy jacket and navy jeans, but you’ve seen his face several times in art articles that you wouldn’t miss it.

“I wouldn’t say I’m famous.” He humbles himself but he lacks the conviction to make it believable. “I think I’m just skilled in finding pretty things—like this one.” He gestures towards your charcoal painting, the look of interest evident on his face. “What compelled you to incorporate a whale and an astronaut? What’s the story behind it?”

His question makes you smile. Maybe he is interested, you think to yourself and look towards your artwork before diving deep into your answer.

“The artwork was inspired by the 52 Hertz Whale.” You begin. “Just to give you a little background; out of all the whale species, it’s the only one that makes a call with such a distinct pitch. Researchers had guessed that it could be a hybrid of two whale species but any attempts to search for the creature for further study have failed. Though some have been saying that it’s not a whale but an entirely different animal.

“Loneliness was the main theme of the piece—just like the whale, if it truly exists, it is alone in the vast sea; with no family to call its own and with it being different from the others, no one would listen or understand their cries. Akin to the lonely astronaut floating in the endless void of space. Though the flowers and the seagull represent hope and freedom—that one day, everything they thought to be true would change, that someone is there to listen and welcome them in their arms.”

You feel yourself shiver and your heart race as you end your interpretation. How the art piece truly mirrors your life and your cry for recognition from the people who truly matter. You try your best not to shed the tears that well in your eyes, presenting the collector with a smile and hoping he sees it as passion and confidence.

But the look on his face startles you; there’s no judgment but you see a hint of amusement in his sapphire eyes. You think he’s about to say something, to comment on what you said, instead, he looks back at the artwork, seemingly appraising it.

“How much?” The question stuns you. Did you hear correctly?

“I’m sorry?”

“I want to buy your art piece.” He expounds. “How much are you selling it for?”

That’s the last thing you expected to be asked in a college grad show. Was he seriously wanting to purchase it? You try to answer, to tell him that you’re not really looking for buyers nor expecting to sell any of your work but no words come out of your mouth, still taken aback by his surprising inquiry.

“I don’t—” You stutter. “I’m not really—”

The chuckle he makes has you pulling on the cuffs of your oversized flannel, feeling slightly anxious at the thought that he’s making fun of your state of shock. “I didn’t mean to startle you.” He says with a smile, one that you mimic if only to ease the tension building within you. “But I am serious. I do want to buy it.”

Still, you don’t know what to say. Do you just give him an amount and call it a day?

“Why don’t you sit on it? Let’s say two days and I can give you a call for your price.” He holds up your business card between two fingers, the smile on his face turning into a playful smirk. “What do you say?”

Under-dressed.

Not that it was a concern you realistically should have but the patrons of the bar made you feel as such with the men clad in suit jackets and the women, either in dresses or whatever you call the style of attire that was classier than your hoodie-jeans-sneakers combo. At least you brought a coat—that’s fancy enough, right?

You nurse your Bellini cocktail and thumb through your phone while waiting for Steve, popping your conversation thread with him every second or two just to assure yourself that he confirmed, or rather, planned the night of drinks to discuss your “Lonely Whale” piece as he coined it. It seemed odd at first but his determination was what compelled you to agree to meet him.

The hiss of the straw fills your ears as you suck the last dregs of your drink. You shouldn’t have come early, you tell yourself, then you wouldn’t need to order another glass to accompany you on your wait.

“Need a top-up?” A familiar voice from behind startles you and you look up to see Steve, decorated in a maroon wool sweater and that tantalizing smile he seems to always have. “I’m sorry I’m late. Traffic was bad coming here to this part of town.” He says as he takes a seat beside you in the booth.

You scoot over to give him room, surprised that he didn’t take the one across from you. “Please, don’t be sorry. I wasn’t waiting long.” You assure him with a soft smile, tapping a finger on the rim of your glass. “The drink kept me company.”

“Are they any good?” He asks but he’s already called the attention of a server before you can even reply. He orders a Bloody Mary—quite peculiar, you think, but you’re not one to judge someone's preference. “And the lady will have another, please.”

Silence envelops the both of you as you wait for the drinks to arrive, feeling shy and anxious when he rests his arm against the back of the booth and turns in his seat to face you. You’re not used to being seen yet here’s this man, well-known in the field you didn’t think to excel in giving you such unwarranted attention.

“Uhmm, so I asked my instructor about the painting,” you begin as you try to break the ice, “and he said that—” but stop when he shakes his head and lets out a gentle laugh.

You think he’s playing at your lack of knowledge of these types of transactions that it makes you second-guess your words. Maybe you should have come off more confident and prevented showing him an inkling of your cluelessness. But the smile he sends your way speaks of something different. There is no presence of ill-intent yet you still keep your guard up.

“We can talk business later. I’d like to get to know the artist more first.” He says and for some reason, it could be how comfortable he seems to be around you, that you nod at his request, a soft smile forming on your lips.

“Well, what do you want to know?”

Giggling.

It’s been a while since you’ve done it but you guess after 4 glasses of the Bellini and a sip of his Bloody Mary, anyone would be in a lighter and more carefree mood. Just like how you are.

The anxiety that filled you when you first walked into the bar seems non-existent with how well Steve carries a conversation. He listened to you complain and laughed at your sarcastic comments, throwing back another to keep the exchange alive. There was no dull moment to be recorded, only understanding when you shared the struggle of an art student living in a fast-paced environment. He’s probably the first person in your life who knows almost everything there is to know about you and even if he is a total stranger, he feels more familiar than any other.

The night rolls by quicker than you’d hoped and the next thing you know you’re in his car, the alcohol messing with you as you begin belting out garbled lyrics to an Adele song. You’ve never felt so free and relaxed, and who would have thought you’d find it in someone who simply wants to buy your art project?

You arrive shortly at your apartment building, a curious thought passing through your head as you don’t recall typing in your address in the GPS. But it goes just as quickly as it came when the passenger door is opened and Steve holds out a hand to help you out.

He says your name, the syllables rolling like honey on his tongue and you don’t know if it’s the alcohol or the way the moon shines against his face, but you truly notice how his sapphire eyes glow brighter with how close he stands to you, his cologne permeating your senses and his warmth mixing with yours, keeping away the cold autumn breeze of the night that surrounds the both of you.

“I had a lovely evening.” He breathes, allowing him to take your hand in his. “And I don’t want it to end just yet.”

And it doesn’t.

You invite Steve into your apartment for coffee, something to help completely sober him up and drive home safe. But as soon as you close the door and toe off your shoes, his hands are on your face and his lips capture yours, a soft grunt escaping you when he presses you against the door. You’re too stunned to process that he’s kissing you, only finally realizing it when he breaks the kiss and looks at you with his eyes so blue.

You think he’s about to speak, to apologize for his forwardness, but instead he smiles while his thumb caresses the apple of your cheek. You don’t understand what he sees in you to warrant such soft affection, or to even consider you as someone to kiss.

He leans closer once more, this time you sense the apprehension in his movements and with the way his eyes linger on your face. You shut your brain off completely, not wanting reason and rationality to stop whatever force that was pulling you together. So you meet him halfway, hands resting against his chest when you press your lips against his, a moan escaping you as when you feel him pull you further into the kiss.

To say he was a good kisser was an understatement with the way his wet muscle caressed your own and how his lips wrestle you into a passionate exchange. He chuckles when he bumps against a side table while walking backwards, blindly into the living room, hands pawing at each other, groping, touching, and you lift up his sweater as the desire to feel his skin blooms in your head.

But he doesn’t give you that chance as you drop back onto your loveseat couch, Steve’s hands pushing up your hoodie to expose the tank top hidden within. His fingers tickle your skin, teasing, taunting, and in one swift move he pulls down the cups of your bra having your tits spill out from them.

Mewls and moans are the only sounds that leave your lips, coherent words nonexistent with how his lips wrap around a mound, sucking, licking, and dampening the fabric to expose your stiff nipples which he gives his undivided attention to. You try to reach for him, to at least make sure that this is all real and not a dream, but his hands take yours, preventing you from even running your finger through his dark hair, the act only heightening your senses further.

But his venture to your breasts eventually stops and you look down at him when he trails butterfly kisses against your stomach, hands releasing yours only to undo the button and fly of your jeans. The garment flies but your panties stay, and you swear you could almost combust just from the way he looks at you—his eyes swirling with hunger, eagerness, and desperation for a taste.

Slowly, he trails kisses against your inner thighs, lips, and teeth meeting skin, not hard enough to hurt but enough to feel. The nervousness swirls around you like twine, making your heart beat loudly against your chest as everything feels too new, too alien, despite this no longer being your first. But you’ve never encountered anyone as captivating as Steve and you feel as if he would run away once he sees you completely.

“You’re so beautiful,” He whispers into the air, his warm breath grazing against your heated core.

It’s only then you comprehend what he’s done, your panties pushed to the side to expose you completely before him and all at once you feel your body burn when he laves his tongue against your pussy lips, gentle at first, testing the waters which shift to intent as he pushes them apart with his fingers, your sacred bud caressed by his expert tongue.

You whisper his name as he begins delving into your pussy, strong hands keeping your thighs apart and pushing them down against the couch with his groans of pleasure filling your ears and fueling your desire for him. You reach down to run your fingers through his hair which you end up grabbing as a gasp is pulled from your lungs when he begins to suck your clit.

The room feels like it's spinning with the ecstasy that climbs higher within your body, your senses no longer feeling like your own as Steve pushes on with his pursuit, his mouth dancing beautifully against your clit, his fingers digging into the meat of your thigh. But he stops, and a small wave of panic arises in your chest. Though it washes away like footprints on the sand when he ventures lower, his thumb taking purchase of your clit, rolling and adding pressure while his mouth ventures lower, teasing your slit at first before slowly pushing inside.

Oh, how your body sings. Your back arches from the coach and you call out his name, louder this time, turning into a moaning mess as his regard to your cunt never wavers. You then feel the dam filling up at the pit of your stomach and all you can do is buck your hips against his mouth, encouraging—no—pushing him to pull you over the edge.

“Steve—” It’s all you manage to say, your breath catching in your throat.

His actions then become erratic, as if he can feel you teetering towards your peak, pulling you more to his mouth and devouring you whole. Sloppy, wet sounds of his mouth echo from below your waist, Steve letting out a low and guttural growl which only sets you ablaze. His thumb pushes more onto your clit, the pressure digging into your pelvis and finally having the dam at the pit of your abdomen burst.

Your body shakes and you grab onto Steve as your pussy walls flutter from your release, choking a sob as your sweet essence flows out of you. His awaiting mouth then laps each and every drop you offer, the sensation making you shiver yet at the same time cocoons you in euphoric bliss.

The alcohol in your system then appears, mixing with the pleasure that continues to loom around you, and your eyes begin to droop, a smile forming on your lips. Your limbs ache deliciously, cunt buzzing from the orgasm that has taken over. You feel tired all of a sudden but happy at the same time and you forget all, even Steve, as you’re ready to end the night with such a good note.

But a tap on your thigh pulls you from the serene moment, startling slightly to see Steve looking down at you with a grin painted on his face. “Stay awake, Baby.” He says, his hand running up your side and grabbing the hem of your hoodie. “I’m not yet done with you.”

Nervous.

It’s all you feel as you stand outside of Steve’s home—if you could even call it that. With the modern exterior and floor-to-ceiling windows of the one-story home, you’d think you’re about to enter a museum. But it’s only reasonable for him to have such a lavish abode; he is an art collector after all.

“You okay?” You turn your head to the side to face him when he stands beside you, his warmth brushing against your skin as he wraps an arm around your waist, holding you close.

“A bit—but more excited really.” You tell him, the giddiness of seeing his private collection dominating the restlessness you felt earlier.

“Only the people who matter have seen it.” The smile he gives you is so contagious that you give one back and follow him inside his home.

After the night spent at your apartment, your life slowly revolved around Steve. Mornings begin and nights end with him and his attentiveness—one that you found more endearing than suffocating, as what some people you assume would say if they knew of your relationship.

You don’t even know if you both have a relationship as neither of you discussed anything about labels, simply enjoying each other’s company. But you know that Steve has rooted himself deep in you, and you know that no matter how hard you try if anything comes that would sever you both, you’d have a hard time letting him go. Steve is the only one who has truly seen you and accepted you as you are.

A chill brushes your skin when you pass through the threshold of his home which has you pulling your knitted jacket more around your frame for warmth, and the first thing you see are the gallery lights mounted on the wall, with each one shining down on art pieces of different forms. The ones that stand by the door are wax figures of a woman’s pair of legs, one on each side. You look at it closely, the craftsmanship so intricate that you’d think it was real. The ones that come after it are different sets of arms and hands of women, again, each one posed differently and elegantly, as if welcoming you further down the hall.

It gives you pause with how unusual of a collection it is—women’s body parts—but you suppose that the world of art is filled with oddities. There was even one you heard who collects glass eyeballs, not caring if it was worn or not.

What greets you next are several paintings—if you can even call it as such—that litter the wall just the same, though you’ve never seen anything like it; one is of a canvas that houses different strands of hair that form into waves. You’re in awe with how they mimic the raging seas and how detailed and time consuming it must have been to complete. There’s even an image of a boat topped over it, as you inspect closely, you assume is made of leather.

There’s another like it, though this seemed more like a showcase of all types of tresses, spaced out perfectly in rows of five. Each one portrayed a distinct person, with colors ranging from blonde to black and textures from curly to the straightest you’ve seen. The urge to touch it grows strong, wanting to check if they’re real or not.

“They’re real,” Steve answers your unspoken question, and you turn back to face him, feeling shy all of a sudden when you see him staring at you. “I call it live art.”

“You made this?”

“Oh, no.” He smiles as he nears the artwork, Steve’s hands tucked inside his pockets while he looks up at it. “I had it made. Though I did provide the materials—volunteers donated the hair.” His explanation has you thinking; you never knew people would donate something so personal for art. “I’m hoping to add more to the collection—a prized one that can be my center of attention.” He says and you catch him looking at you from your periphery.

“What kind of prized piece?” You ask, curiosity nipping at the back of your head.

“Something I could never get tired of looking at.” The smile he gives you sends a chill up your spine but your mind flows out into a daze when he steps forward and takes your face between his hands, his lips meeting yours in a soft kiss. “Like you.” He whispers and you can’t help but feel your face heat up with how beautiful he makes you feel.

“Come on. There’s more in the living room and I wanted to show you where I would place your painting.” He says, giving you one last kiss before taking your hand and leading further inside. But you don’t miss the piece that sits just at the end of the hall; a torso of a woman, the composition almost similar to Alexndros’ Venus de Milo, except this one was missing its head.

The living room is a sunken living room and it’s just as exquisite as the front of the house with paintings and figurines scattered in an organized fashion. Two couches sit on either side of a low table with a small cart that holds an array of spirits. You look around, mesmerized at the beauty he keeps within but stop when you notice a small greek style column sitting in the corner of the room.

“What’s that?” You ask, pointing at the unusual fixture.

“That’s just a chair a friend of mine made.” He responds while pouring the both of you some drinks. “It’s pretty cozy even if it’s made out of stone. Why don’t you try it out? Pretend you’re an art piece.” He urges and the giddiness you feel allows you to humor him.

Soft jazz music then begins to play as you run your hand against the top, having a feel of the material before you take a seat, grabbing onto the sides to properly set yourself on top of it. The smile you catch on Steve’s face is wide as he approaches you and hands you your drink, his hand reaching up to caress your face.

“You look perfect on it.” He sips on his drink and so do you.

You can’t help but look at his eyes, how soft they look yet full of amidst the muted lighting that surrounds the both of you. You feel his hands continue to linger on your skin, resting gently on your shoulder with his thumb caressing the expanse of your neck.

“Dance with me.”

It’s all he says and you don’t have time to respond when he takes the glass from your grasp, setting both of them on the shelf that stands nearby and he reaches for you, his hands taking yours and placing them over his shoulders while his own finds purchase around your waist.

It feels like you’re walking on clouds with how he sways the both of you, his movements in sync with the music that fills the air. He holds you close, feeling his fingers drumming lightly on your back and how your feet follow him aimlessly, blindly with each step he makes. You’re suddenly aware of the intimacy that slowly winds the both of you, much different from the times he’s slept on your bed, and you feel shy, eyes casting down to stare at the edge of his navy turtleneck.

“Don’t hide from me, Baby,” He breathes softly, tilting your head back when he pinches your chin and feeling the warmth of his breath ghost against your lips. “I want to see you.”

Giddy.

It’s the only feeling you describe as soon as you wake up, your body sore but in a good way and the sheets atop the mattress warm, not just because of you but from the man that sleeps soundly at your side. You turn to face Steve and examine his face, his beautiful pointed nose and his dark hair askew from the pillow underneath his head.

You couldn’t believe your luck that someone like him would find interest in someone like you. You must have done something good in your previous life to feel such happiness that the neglect and disapproval you once received from the people you expected to love you is being provided by someone you’ve barely known for a week.

Good things come to an end, you hear the pessimist in you say but you push it down, deep down where you cannot hear its cry. You’re going to enjoy this, whatever this is, and if time comes that it should indeed come to a stop—well, you’ll cross the bridge when you get there.

You move to cuddle closer to Steve, wanting to feel more of his warmth but it’s interrupted by your need for relief that you settle on placing a kiss on his forehead before turning to leave the bed and find the restroom.

Washing your hands when you finish, you find a robe hanging at the back of the door and boldly take it, putting it around you to shield you from the cold that continues to circulate within the house and venture back to his room—back to Steve’s arms. Except the lone light that shines in the darkness catches your eyes and you glance towards the bedroom. You don’t want to be caught snooping but the call of the void is too strong for you to ignore.

Silently, you pad down the hall and find yourself face to face with a staircase that leads to a closed door. Must be the basement, you think to yourself, taking one step at a time, you descend to your destination. You hesitate to hold the knob, not wanting to spoil your welcome but you soldier on, pushing through the barrier.

A row of yellow muted light illuminates the entryway, and you see nothing but several black barrels neatly pushed against the wall and a few scrubs hanging from mounted hooks. You thought you would see more artwork but are left disappointed, deciding to turn back but the white light at the end of the room stops you, curiosity once more taking over your senses.

Fear then grips you tight when you step into the light, hands flying to your mouth and a gasp unwillingly escaping you when you see a woman laid down on a metal table with her lower half missing and her head free of her scalp. What hangs on the wall makes your stomach turn even further, body parts—arms, legs and a severed head coated in something you can only assume to be wax.

You run. Your heart beats hard against your chest as you make it back again to the door and close it as quietly as you can, not wanting to awaken your host—a monster you never thought him to be. Carefully, though quickly, you climb the steps and the only thing you could think of is to leave and run as far as you can where he cannot find you.

Relief slowly washes over you when you get to the last step. Now all you have to do is go—call the authorities and—your thoughts take a dive when you feel someone grab you by the waist, trapping your arms along with it and a hand covering over your mouth as well as your nose.

“Where were you, Baby?” Steve’s calm voice forms from behind and your panic only rises further. You struggle against his hold, flailing as much as you can for him to let you go but he’s too strong and you feel the tears spill from your eyes as you think that this is the end. He’s caught you. You’re going to die.

“You never should have seen that.” He simply says and you grunt when a stabbing pain forms on your neck, a cool sensation flowing through your veins.

It’s then that he lets you go, your hand flying to where you felt the sting before turning to look at him. What did he do to you? You notice the syringe in his hand. Is it poison? Your vision almost instantly goes blurry, your limbs heavy and you drop to the floor, eyes cast to the ceiling as you try to make out your current state. The last thing you see is Steve, a sinister smile on his face and incoherent words coming from his lips before everything goes dark.

You’re dead.

It’s the first thing that comes to your mind when you come to. Everything slowly comes into clarity; the room you’re in is somewhere you’ve not been and the cool metal you feel around your ankle only solidifies the fact that he’s successfully trapped you in the hell he dwells in.

A door opens and closes and you curl up small on the bed you lay in to hide yourself from him. You’re crying once again a multitude of emotions surge from within—is it fear? Hopelessness? Anger? Towards him for lying to you or to yourself for believing him.

“I never wanted you to find out this way.” He sighs. “I never wanted you to find out at all.”

“Are you going to kill me?” You can’t help but ask, even though you know what the answer is.

“Not yet.” His calm in his voice brings a chill to your spine. “Despite what you believe, I meant what I said; you matter to—”

“Stop lying to me!” You shout and sit up from the bed, grabbing the pillow on the bed and throwing it at him. “Why are you doing this?! What did I do to deserve this?! Why me?!” You shout, the anger that was settling in your bones turns into a raging fire. You go to lunge for him, wanting to rip his skin with your bare hands but the cuff on your foot stops you, making you fall to the ground in front of him.

He tuts and you see his leather shoes in front of you. A groan then leaves your tongue when he grabs you by your face, your hand taking hold of his wrist as you try to pull away from him. But he only pinches tighter, making you shout in pain that fades all too quickly when he shakes you and makes you face him dead in the eyes.

“The more you fight, the harder it’ll be.” He snips. “I enjoy you a lot—don’t make me kill you so soon.”

“Just fucking do it!” You spit. “Do it! Kill me now!”

The laugh he gives you is menacing. He shakes his head, his other hand moving to run his finger on the side of your face. You see the darkness swirling around the sapphires of his eyes and you question yourself why, for the many times he’s stared at you, you’ve never seen it before.

“Soon.” He promises. “For now, I’ll keep you. I don’t mind that column being empty just a little longer.”

#steve kemp #steve kemp x reader #steve kemp x f!reader #dark steve kemp #dark!steve kemp #you #fresh #fresh the movie #sebastian stan characters #dark fic #horror fic #beanie's freaktober fest #freaktober fest #shadeysprings fics

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georgiapeach30513 · 8 months

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Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

This year's Kinktober is going to be featuring moodboards that YOU guys help decide. Each of these were created by the moodboard events. Each day in the month of October you will get a new ONE shot. These are not one big universe. Each one will be a stand alone story. Without further adieu

The Girls Come Easy with Lloyd Hansen/Mickey Henry/Clark Kent Just Pull the Trigger with Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Take A Look with Paul Diskant The Spike in My Heart with Cole Turner We Don't Need No Thought Control with Ransom Drysdale Take the Time with Bucky Barnes This Hole In My Chest with Johnny Storm Losing My Mind with Ryan Ackerman Kiss the Stars with Ari Levinson An Open Page with Jefferson Nasty Naughty Boy with Andy Barber/Cole Turner Things I Can't Escape with Johnny Storm Last Night with Colin Shea Watch & See with Kyle How You Scream My Name with Jake Jensen No Privacy with Johnny Storm He Offers Me Protection with Dean Winchester/Soldier Boy Saints and Sinners with Curtis Everett Keep Coming Back For More with Lucas Lee Diamonds In His Watch with Steve Kemp Warm Up To Me with James Mace In Mysterious Ways with Mr. Freezy/Steve Kemp Fade Away with Ari Levinson It's Yours All Yours with Andy Barber Cause We're All Alone with Dayton White When I Crack That Whip with Mike Weiss What Lightning Sees with Frank Adler The Way You Did Last Night with Jimmy Dobyne Made To Be Mine with Jake Wyler Double Shot of Crown with Chase Collins Fear the Reaper with Ransom Drysdale/Curtis Everett

A/N: This one shots will have various forms of kink. They will range from sweeter kinks to dark. Read ALL warnings before each one shot. You are the one responsible for the content that you consume. Minors DNI!

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #chris evans #sebastian stan #henry cavill #jensen ackles

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 1 month

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Punishment » Steve Kemp

Pairings: Boyfriend!Steve Kemp x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Y/N suffers the consequences after flirting with Steve’s coworker.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, (f & m receiving), unprotected sex, daddy kink, bondage, praise kink, degrading, spanking (a few times), name calling (slut), use of pet names

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

Steve pinned you against the closed door as soon as the two of you walked inside of the house and wrapped his hand around your throat.

“I want you naked the second I get to our bedroom. Got it?” Steve whispers in your ear, sending chills through your body.

“Yes, Stevie.” You say submissively.

Steve let go of your throat and smacked your ass as you walked away. The second you got to yours and Steve’s bedroom, you immediately stripped out of your dress and panties. You sat on the bed and patiently waited for Steve. You watched as Steve walked into the bedroom, loosening his tie as he closed the door. He tossed his tie on the bed and motioned for you to come to him. You got off the bed and walked over to him. He gripped your chin and tilted your head up so you were looking into his beautiful blue eyes that are now filled with lust.

“Do you want to explain why you’re being punished, sweetheart?” Steve asks in almost a whisper.

“I didn’t do anything wrong.” You say with a pout.

“So flirting with my coworkers isn’t doing anything wrong?” He asks.

“I was just being nice!” You say, defending yourself.

“Being nice doesn’t involve flirting.” He says.

His fingers left your chin to unbutton his white button up dress shirt. You watched as he took it off and dropped it on the floor.

“Get on your fucking knees, baby.” He orders.

“Yes, Stevie.” You say, sinking down to your knees.

“Yes what?” Steve asks.

“Yes, daddy.” You corrected yourself.

“Good girl.” He praises.

You watched with hungry eyes as he unbuckled his belt and got to work on his pants. He pulled his pants down, along with his boxers. His hard cock sprung out, his tip leaking with precum. You licked your lips at the sight of it.

“You want my cock, baby?” Steve asks, pumping it in his hand.

“Yes I do, daddy.” You say.

“Open that pretty mouth.” He says.

You opened your mouth just enough for Steve to slide his cock in your mouth. You wrapped your lips around him and began bobbing your head. Your eyes looked up at him with an innocent look. Steve tilted his head back, a moan leaving his lips.

“Fuck, baby.” Steve moans. “Are you trying to redeem yourself?” He asks, looking down at you.

You hummed in response, nodding your head slightly. Steve chuckles.

“It’s not gonna work this time, sweetheart.” He says.

Steve pulled your hair back in a makeshift ponytail and started moving his hips to thrust in your mouth. You gagged a little when his tip hit the back of your throat, but you quickly relaxed your throat so you can take him. Your hands gripped his thighs to steady yourself.

“You were a bad girl tonight.” He starts. “Flirting- oh fuck…” He moans. “Flirting with my coworkers all night and thinking you can get away with it.” He says with a chuckle.

Your nails dug in his thighs, trying to tell him that you need to breathe. Steve stopped thrusting in your mouth and took his cock out of your mouth to let you breathe, his hand still in your hair. You looked up at your boyfriend, breathing heavily with an innocent look on your face.

“Drop the innocent act. You and I both know that you’re a little slut.” Steve says.

You pouted. Steve tapped the tip of his cock against your bottom lip, smearing his precum on it.

“Open up, slut.” He says.

You opened your mouth again. Steve slid his cock back in your mouth and started thrusting in your mouth again. You tried your best to breathe through your nose while your hands remained on his thighs. You swallowed around his cock, earning a moan from him.

“Fuck!” Steve moans. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to cum.” He says.

Steve’s grip on your hair got tighter causing you to whimper. His thrusts became uneven when he felt his orgasm building up. Steve’s eyes fluttered shut as he tilted his head back. His mouth fell open, cursing loudly as he came in your mouth. He slowly pulled his cock out of your mouth. You swallowed his cum without him telling you to.

“You swallow all of it?” Steve asks, looking down at you.

“Yes, daddy.” You answered.

“Show me.” He says.

You opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue to show him that you swallowed everything.

“Good girl.” He praises. “On the bed.” He orders.

You obeyed him and laid down on your back.

“Arms above your head.” He says.

You put your arms above your head. You watched as Steve picked up his tie and tied it around your wrists against the headboard. You looked up at the tie on your wrists, tugging at it.

“Don’t even think about it, sweetheart. You’re not getting out of that anytime soon.” Steve says.

Steve leaned down and kissed your lips. He pulled away, lightly biting down on your bottom lip. He spread your legs apart and settled himself in between them. His hands slid up your waist to your breasts. His thumbs rubbed over your nipples .

“Since you decided to flirt with my coworkers like a little slut, I’m going to treat you like one.” Steve says.

His thumbs and index fingers pinched your nipples, sending a tingly sensation through your body. A moan left your lips.

“You like that, don’t you, sweetheart?” He smirks.

You bit your bottom lip and nodded your head. Steve did it again, a louder moan left your lips. One of his hands left your breasts and went down to your wet pussy. His fingers rubbed through your wet folds to your clit. You bucked your hips for more, only for you to receive a smack on your thigh causing you to whimper.

“You know the rules, baby. No moving.” He says.

Steve rubbed your clit with his thumb while he slid two fingers in your tight entrance. Your jaw dropped, breathy moans left your lips.

“Did you want my coworkers doing this to you, sweetheart? Do you want them playing with your cute little body the way I do?” Steve asks.

“No!” You whined. “I don’t want them! Only you can do this to me, daddy!” You say.

Steve speeds up his fingers. You wiggled your hips for more, but that earned you another smack on your thigh. His thumb applied more pressure on your clit as he continued to rub it.

“You’re mine, understand?” He says possessively.

“Understand, daddy!” You said more in a whine, throwing your head back in pleasure.

“Good girl.” He praises. “Now, if you want to cum, you’re going to have to earn it.” He says.

You were about to protest, but you know the consequences if you do so you just looked at him with a pout. Steve’s free hand cupped your cheek, tilting your head back so you were looking up at him. His thumb rubbed across your lower lip. You parted your lips just enough for him to slide his thumb in your mouth. You wrapped your lips around his thumb and swirled your tongue around it as if it were his cock. Steve watched you with hungry eyes. His fingers fucked you faster. You moaned around his thumb, your eyes fluttering shut. Steve felt his cock get hard again. He was unable to take it anymore so he took his thumb out of your mouth, along with your pussy. He untied your wrists and flipped you over onto your hands and knees, almost manhandling you. Steve positioned himself behind you, giving your ass a smack. He lined his cock at your entrance and thrusted inside of you without warning.

“Stevie!” You moaned in a squeaky voice.

That earned you another smack on your ass.

“Daddy!” You corrected yourself.

His thrusts were hard and fast. His hands were holding onto your hips with a bruising grip.

“It’s like you wanted me to fuck you like a little slut so you flirted with my coworkers on purpose just to get what you want.” Steve pauses when a moan left his lips. “Tell me, sweetheart…” He starts. “Did you flirt with my coworkers on purpose just to get what you wanted?” He asks.

You let out a whine instead of answering him, but that wasn’t enough for him. That earned you a smack on your ass.

“You better answer me or you’re not cumming tonight.” He says, almost growling.

You opened your mouth to answer him, but a moan left your lips when his cock hit your sweet spot.

“I don’t hear you answering me.” He says, smacking your ass again.

“Yes!” You squeaked. “I flirted with your co- ah fuck! Coworkers on purpose just to get what I wanted!” You say, followed by a moan. “I’m sorry, daddy.” You apologized with a whimper.

“You’re way past sorry, honey.” He starts. “Now be a good girl take the rest of your punishment like the little slut you are for me.” He says lowly.

Your hands grasped the sheet underneath you, squeezing them tighter when his thrusts sped up. You arched your back in pleasure when his cock hit your sweet spot again. You arching your back created a new angle for Steve. His cock thrusted deeper in your pussy. One of his hands left your hip and found its way to your clit and began rubbing it fast. Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head at the feeling. You cunt clenched around his cock when he applied more pressure on your clit. Your orgasm was building up quickly.

“Daddy, please I- fuck! Please let me cum!” You begged with a whimper.

“You were a bad girl tonight. I don’t think you deserve to cum.” Steve says.

You were about to fall over the edge. His fingers continued to rub your clit roughly and his cock kept hitting your sweet spot.

“I’m sorry! I won’t do it again! I’m yours! Please let me cum, daddy!” You begged.

“That’s right, sweetheart. You’re mine.” Steve practically growls. “Cum for daddy.” He says.

Your hands squeezed the sheets tighter as a loud moan left your lips when you came. Steve wasn’t too far behind you. He came after a few thrusts. His thrusts came to a slow stop. He pulled out of you and laid down next to you, pulling you closer to him. You two laid there panting.

“I really am sorry for flirting with your coworkers. I just wanted your attention.” You tell him.

“You should’ve told me. I would’ve given you all of my attention.” Steve says.

You guys laid there in each other’s arms for a moment before Steve carried you to the bathroom for a warm bath to clean the two of you up. Then you guys finally went to bed and cuddled.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

#steve kemp #fresh 2022 #fresh movie #sebastian stan #sebastian stan characters #steve kemp x female reader #steve kemp x reader #steve kemp x y/n #steve kemp x you #steve kemp smut #steve kemp one shot #steve kemp imagine

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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𝒖𝒏𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅

here's another one, if you want longer versions of these. you can send in a request x

the gif isn't mine, divider by @newlips

Steve has sat in the corner of my cell, watching as I stare blankly ahead. Not a single sound came out of me. Why should I be surprised? It was expected.

Why would a handsome man like Steve want me? I should’ve seen it coming, but I had hope, and I fell for that stupid smile and for once… I wanted someone to want me.

I won’t deny that my heart still skips a beat near him, and I have to stop myself from looking at him. I feel so stupid and drained; if he were to kill me, I’d welcome death with open arms. I don’t notice the way he stares or the way his eyes trace my form, nor that his brows are furrowed from my silence.

How could a small, useless woman make this god-like man uncomfortable and curious? Maybe fate planned this, laughing at how worthless her existence is.

He leans forward “you're so quiet” he sounds confused. Many would be screaming, crying, and even swearing at him at this point, but you didn’t. You just turned towards him and furrowed your brows.

“What? You want me to meow or something?” Sarcasm dripping off of my tongue, he blinks in shock.

thank you for reading!

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sstan-hoe · 1 year

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NAVIGATION

you are responsible for the kind and amount of media you consume, therefore it is not my problem if you find something you don't like. While I appreciate if you are at least 16, I advice the majority of this blog as 18+

you do not have permission to copy, translate or post my writing on any other website/ app or anything— I do not own the rights to the character = this is for entertainment purposes only! which also means I write when I feel like it.

I'm currently not writing for c.e. characters!!!!

the rest of my characters and series are on masterlist no. 2!

-> s.stan masterlist

Bucky Barnes

𝖧𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝖡𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖽𝖺𝗒 ☆ - Today's your birthday and your handsome husband invited his best friend over to gift you a special present.

-> husbands!best friend!bucky | one-shot | smut | ft. andy barber

𝖨'𝗆 𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝖠𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 ☆ - Bucky and you had a secret relationship that ended months ago, but there was an unspoken tension between you.

-> brothers best friend!bucky | one-shot | smut

Gift for You

-> normal!bucky | drabble | fluff | valentine's day event

Wine and Take Out

-> mob!bucky | drabble | fluff | valentine's day event

Take My Breath Away ☆ - it's your wedding day, you are marrying the man you love...or are you? he says he loves you, so why is he letting you marry the man he claims is not right for you?

Angel to Love for Eternity - you're his angel and he will love you for eternity, he does everything for you...it's time to return the favour.

-> vampire!bucky | one-shot | smut | event

The Storm He Calms – with a hot-headed wife like you, Bucky's life was never boring. Add to that, his daughter. Seven years, cute as a button with the temper of her mother.

-> teacher!bucky | one-shot | fluff | smut | moodboard

Steve Kemp

𝖲𝗍𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗆 𝖲𝗒𝗇𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖲𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖤𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗌 ☆ - steve gives you stockholm syndrome and well let's just say; you gotta make sure you're his only one....

-> steve kemp | one-shot | smut | dark

Nick Fowler

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖱𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖢𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖼 ☆ - nick promised you'd go shopping after you had to punish him for missing yet another date of yours and in a certain store he can't control himself anymore.

-> mob!nick | one-shot | smut | fluff

-> c.evans masterlist

Andy Barber

𝖧𝖾 𝖲𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖧𝖾𝗋 ☆ - he is defending a girl who is charged for murder on three man; she is a criminal, and he is her lawyer who can’t stay away from her knowing what she is.

-> criminal!reader | one-shot | dark

𝖯𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖡𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 ☆ - you catch Laurie cheating on her husband, but what she didn't realize is that payback is indeed a bitch.

-> normal!andy | one-shot | smut

𝖲𝖾𝗑 𝖮𝗇 𝖫𝖾𝗀𝗌 - Andy and you fuck and almost get caught

-> boyfriends dad!andy | drabble | smut

𝖧𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝖡𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖽𝖺𝗒 ☆ – today's your birthday and your handsome husband invited his best friend over to gift you a special present

-> husband!andy | one-shot | smut | fluff | ft. bucky barnes

New Louboutins – Andy bought you new shoes and you love them, you wear them everywhere at any chance you get. The only downside is that after a little while they get uncomfortable…

-> husband!andy | one-shot | smut | fluff

Lloyd Hansen

𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝖭𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖢𝗂𝗍𝗒 ☆ - he loved you that night, you didn’t want that night to end but it had to after all he was your mission and you had to finish it…right?

-> normal!lloyd | one-shot | fluff | smut

𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖲𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾 ☆ - you get into a fight with Lloyd because once again he got too overprotective/jealous which ends up in you ignoring him, but he try everything, and I mean everything to get you to talk to him — Aramis the Cat (moodboard)

-> sofft!lloyd | one-shot | fluff | smut

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖳𝗋𝗂𝗉 - you have to go on a work trip and leave Lloyd alone with your cat; Aramis

-> soft!lloyd | drabble | fluff

𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖬𝖾 𝖥𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 - lloyd comforting you and some other stuff

-> soft!lloyd | one-shot | angst

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖧𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖧𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖮𝗇 𝖬𝖾 - Lloyd also has a gentle side and only if the reader is near him. Lloyd wants to kill/hurr a man in front of a child. The reader tells him that he should not do it - and what the reader says is law.

-> sub!lloyd | one-shot | smut | darkish-fluff

𝖫𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖲𝗅𝗎𝗍 ☆ - you hate him, he hates you, maybe you don't, you fuck each other for money

-> pornstar!lloyd | drabble | smut

𝖬𝗒 𝖡𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖣𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖮𝗇𝖾 ☆ - a short little drabble on your secret relationship with your bestfriends dad or more like daddy ;)

-> best friends dad!lloyd | one-shot | fluff | smut

Ransom Drysdale

𝖡𝗂𝗀 𝖮𝗅𝖾' 𝖲𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗂𝖾 - Ransom can get really soft when he didn’t see Y/N for days 【♥︎】

-> normal!ransom | drabble | fluff

𝖬𝗒 𝖣𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖡𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖱𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗆 - You loved Ransom and would do anything to keep him, but he didn’t love you as much however sooner or later he will find his way back...

-> normal!ransom | one-shot | dark | event

Ari Levinson

𝖦𝗋𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖲𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 ☆ - You and Ari are at the grocery store getting your weekly things. You hear a group of girls staring at Ari and whispering as he walks down the islands

-> normal!ari | drabble | fluff

𝖯𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗁

-> normal!ari | drabble | smut

Steve Rogers

Give You A Ride – you had your eyes on him for a long time...finally something happens but you have to follow one rule; the cowboy rule...

-> cowboy!steve | one-shot | smut | little fluff

#andy barber x reader #bucky barnes x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #bucky barnes smut #lloyd hansen smut #andy barber smut #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson smut #steve rogers x reader #steve kemp x reader #steve kemp smut #steve rogers smut #nick fowler smut #nick fowler x reader #ransom drysdale smut

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thebluemage · 2 years

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Marking What’s His

Pairing | Doctor!Steve Kemp x female reader

Warning | Explicit sexual content, 18+, smut, possessiveness, fingering (f receiving), established relationship with Doctor!Steve and girlfriend!patient reader, doctor/girlfriend!patient dynamic, orgasm control, edging, bondage, overstimulation, use of pet names (Bunny), light choking, biting kink, use of sex toys, aftercare, Steve Kemp (he’s a warning on his own!)

Summary | Steve doesn’t like it when another man touches you, and he shows you what happens.

Word Count | 2650

A/N | I’m perpetually horny because of writing this. I couldn’t help myself! Beta’d by the amazing @christine-the-soprano-31, but all mistakes are my own. Banner & divider made by @vase-of-lilies. If y’all enjoy it, leave some feedback, comment and reblog. I’d really appreciate it!! 💗

Masterlist

Steve had given you free reign of the house, and tonight, he’d invited you to come to a charity event with him for work. He introduced you to many of his colleagues. One of them was a young, well skilled surgeon, and you guessed that he took a liking to you because he’d made some small talk while patting your shoulder every now and then. Steve noticed it immediately and shot a pointed look in your direction, his eyes not leaving you for the rest of the night. The event was lovely and beautiful otherwise, until you and Steve went out to the car; that’s when the arguing began.

You burst in through the front door angry and agitated. Steve had been glaring at you all evening, ever since that colleague had approached you and made small talk with you.

“For the last time Steve. He was just friendly to me. And you should know that, because he’s your fucking colleague!” You yell at him.

“I don’t fucking care if he’s my colleague. He was flirting with you!” He accuses.

“God, can you stop insinuating things for just one second and listen—”

Steve cuts your words off as he approaches you and collides his mouth into yours very hard. You gasp out a breath before you’re putty in his hands. A delighted whimper slips from your lips and you attach your hands around his neck. He grabs your jaw firmly and authoritatively to make you look at him.

“No baby, you listen to me. I know what he’s like, and he was constantly eyeing you and giving you looks. And I should fire him for it.” He says sternly, fury eminent in his voice.

“Why are you mad at me, then?” You ask, discombobulated.

“Because you let it happen.” He says through gritted teeth, his jaw clenched as his eyes turn darker with every word.

Your eyes go wide at his statement.

“What? That’s unfair!”

He grabs you by the throat and squeezes his fingers around you, his thumb grazing along as he drags you up against the wall, trapping you against it.

“Maybe if I punish you, it’ll help you remember who you belong to next time, darling.” He grunts while his other hand roams along your body. He quickly finds your dampening panties and rubs at them slowly. You sigh out a prolonged mewl.

“Such a needy little Bunny, aren’t you?” His voice is laced in sultriness as he licks a stripe from your throat to your cheek and nibbles on your jaw.

“Basement. Now. Enter my lab, and wait for further instructions.” He orders when he lets you go. You avert your eyes to the floor as you obey his orders and walk down the stairs to the basement.

You open the door to his lab, the familiar odor entering your nostrils as soon as you step through the threshold. You look around the room; it seems that nothing has changed, as if it was only yesterday when you first found yourself here. Echoes of footsteps follow down the stairs, you turn around to see Steve in scrubs, a stethoscope hanging loosely around his neck. You already know what this is going to be.

“Lay on the exam table for me, my patient,” he commands you. His tone of voice is firm and contained, leaving you breathless. You swallow the lump in your throat and obediently follow his orders once again. You lay yourself on the table, your demeanor calm and collected. You already know how the procedure goes. He looks down at you with a broad smile.

“Good girl. First, I’m going to give you a checkup and then we’ll get to work,” he explains as he puts the stethoscope in his ears. He presses the diaphragm to your chest, listening to your heart.

He sighs lovingly, his face merely inches away from yours, looking at you as though he is completely entranced by the melody of your heart; by the unique melody of your body.

“If you could only hear how pretty your heart sounds. Here, listen to it,” he murmurs as he takes the buds out of his ears and puts them in yours. He puts the diaphragm in your hand and places his hand over yours, guiding it around your chest. You hear the sound of your steady heart, producing a rhythmic and composed tone.

“It’s beautiful, and therefore, you are beautiful.” He takes the stethoscope from you, and you suddenly find yourself lost in his cerulean gaze, his face still inches from yours. He smiles contentendly and continues his routine, distancing himself again.

“Alright, everything is perfect. My Bunny is nice and healthy. Now, you already know how this works. Go ahead and undress yourself,” Steve instructs.

“Yes, Steve.” You reply softly, giving him a bashful smile. He gives you a gown to put on and you go behind the partition and quickly change into it. You come back to him as he beckons you to his exam table again. Everything is in place for him to begin as you lie back down.

“Since this is a punishment, I have to restrict you from any movements,” he says before grabbing your ankles and pulling until your hips are at the edge of the table. He straps your legs and thighs into the stirrups, already exposing your throbbing pussy to the icy air of the lab. Next, he moves to strap your wrists above your head.

“Bunny, do you recall how many times he touched you?” His broad frame hovers above you, as you look up at him in anticipation.

“Uhhh…5 times, maybe?” You say, trying to recount thoughtfully.

His eyes darken at your words.

“You’re getting edged 5 times,” he affirms, his tone like ice. “Now, give me a random number.”

“8.”

“Great, I’m going to edge you 5 times, and I’m going to bite into you 8 times and let you come 8 times. You think you can handle that, Bunny?” He asks you assuringly, talking to you as though you’re a patient at his practice.

“I–I think I can,” you say with a little uncertainty.“Hmm, of course you can,” he says, while he smiles and softly tucks a lone strand of hair behind your ear.

You look at him as he rolls the cart to his side and picks up a scalpel from the tray.

“Let me see what you’ve got here, my little bunny. There’s no need to be shy over it, you’re safe here with me,” he says. He cuts all the way through the gown, leaving you completely bare. He slowly lingers the blade just above the surface, tracing intricate patterns along your smooth skin. Your skin prickles and your breath hitches in your throat.

“It’s time,” he announces. He puts the scalpel back on the cart and instead picks up a magic wand, turning it on to the lowest setting. He trails the vibrator along your nipples until they perk up and then travels lower, until he settles it between your thighs.

“No! Please!” you whine out. Tears run down your face as you feel your near orgasm ebbing away again.

“Shh, shh. You’re doing so great, my sweet patient,” he coos tenderly while leaving soft kisses along your thighs.

“Please, Doctor. I–I need to come! I need it. I-I crave it! Aah!” you plead, completely out of breath.

“But you sound too angelic for me to end it so soon,” he teases.

“Please, please, please. I’d do anything you ask of me. Fuck! Anything!” you beg rapidly. You’re tugging against the restraints holding you in place.

“Huh, anything I ask of you?” he confirms. You give a desperate nod.

“Well, you’re in luck because I’m asking you to cum for me.” He places the magic wand right to your core and switches it to the highest setting.

“Oh, Aah! Fuck!” You squeal when you feel the intense vibrations. You buck your hips upward, chasing the reverberation that sets your soul on fire.

“You know, maybe I should mark you. You always look so pretty when I mark you up. so everyone knows that you’re mine, all mine,” he muses. He lowers himself so his lips are at your neck, and you can feel his hot breath near the shell of your ear.

“I need you to say it, Bunny. Say that you want me to bite you,” he whispers seductively in your ear.

“Pl-please Steve, I need you to bite me!” you beg, your voice on the verge of an orgasm.

“Good girl,” he praises. He brings his lips to the crook of your neck and bites into you, leaving you with a red, lingering bite mark.

You let out a breathless moan, feeling delirious in the midst of this ongoing ecstasy. You arch your back from the table and your body begins to stutter as you sense another orgasm coming.

“You’re so gorgeous when you writhe like that, but I want to bet you’re even more marvelous when you come, so cum for me.”

“Shit! Yes, yes, yes! Oooohh!” you wail out as you feel pulses of bliss rushing through your body, enrapturing you completely. Your wetness drips out to your thighs.

“Yes, just like that, beautiful. I love it when you lose control like that bunny,” Steve asserts. He caresses your face as he puts the magic wand on the cart.

You breathe heavily, feeling yourself coming down from your salacious high. You close your eyes for a few moments and open them again when you feel the cold diaphragm of a stethoscope on your chest.

“I hear your heart thundering, but the storm isn’t over yet, my love,” he says while looking at you with depraved eyes. “I’m doing this research for your pleasure, and only yours. Your body fascinates me like no other has. You know that, right?” he asks, his voice demanding confirmation.

“Yes, of course I know that, Steve. I–” You get cut off when you feel Steve’s mouth around one of your nipples. He runs his tongue along its tip while still listening to your heart. You gasp a hitched breath, quivering with excitement.

“Captivating, just captivating,” he mumbles, utterly fixated on your body. He puts the stethoscope away and begins to fondle your other breast. A snivel slips from your mouth while your body releases another gush of slick, wetting your core even more. Steve proceeds to bite into your chest, leaving a red bite mark under your collarbone and making you hiss with unparalleled hunger from deep within you. His hands roam all over your body, enrapturing you in comfort and warmth while coaxing another orgasm from you.

He lowers down until his head reaches your core and greedily licks long and lasting trails around it. He flicks on your clit multiple times before he sucks at it hard. You can only whimper against his never ending onslaught.

“You’re so wet, my sweet patient. I’m taking such good care of you. Now, be a good girl and cum for me again,” he commands. You feel his teeth bite into your thigh and soothe it with licks. Your face contorts as you feel another wave of gratifying bliss surrounding you. You weep out another luscious whine when you feel his fingers entering your cunt.

“You can do one more, can’t you bunny?” he says with a wicked smirk. “Come on, sweetheart. You can do this, just one more.” He gives an encouraging hum.

“I– It’s a lot. Too much!” you answer. Words tumble incoherently out of your mouth. Your whole body glistens and shudders with excessive delight.

“I know, I know. You’re taking it so well, and you can do this. I know what your body is capable of. And I’m here to help you through this. Maybe this will take you over the edge,” he says. He bites against your thighs twice.

The coil in your gut snaps as a legion of shock waves travels through your body. You scream in utter satisfaction. Your back arches high off the table while your body convulses uncontrollably. Only when you collapse against the table does your body finally go still, Heavy breaths echo through the lab and you close your eyes to rest for a bit. You feel warm hands releasing you from your restraints, and those same warm hands caress you gently.

“Do you feel any pain?” You hear the focus in Steve’s voice as he moves your exhausted frame so that you’re sitting up on the table. You lean heavily against him, using his body to hold yourself up.

“No. I–I just feel a little sore,” you answer back, exhausted.

“It took a toll on you, didn’t it? Come here.” He pulls you into his arms and embraces you into a soothing hug. You always feel safe and secure in his arms. As if nothing could ever hurt you when you’re enveloped in them. His arms are your safe place.

“I just wanted to prove myself to you, because I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“What are you talking about? You could never disappoint me, Bunny. Your body takes what it can take, and if you feel like you can’t, don’t hesitate to use your safeword. All I ever want is for you to be comfortable and safe. I want you to enjoy yourself when I’m doing my research.” He cradles your face between his big hands and strokes your face delicately.

“You did so well for me, my sweet patient. I’m so proud of you,” he declares. He pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead before carrying you out of the lab, through the hallway, and all the way to the bedroom.

He lays you down on the soft bed and goes to the bathroom to grab a wet cloth to clean you up. He moves the cloth as gently as he can over your body, kneading your muscles underneath and making you relax instantly.

“How are you feeling right now?” he asks.

“Better, at least I’m not sore anymore,” you reply.

“Here, let me massage you,” he says while kneading your muscles expertly.

“Thank you, Steve,” you sigh thankfully.

“What for?”

“For taking such great care of me, I’m so grateful to have you.”

“Anything for my patient. For my love,” Steve says as he traces every contour of your body. He moved to lay beside you, caressing your skin delicately with his fingertips, as if it were made out of porcelain. He nuzzles closer to you as he cuddles with you, burying your face into his neck.

“I’m so sorry for being jealous, but I can’t help myself. I need you to understand that I’m possessive when it comes to you, my sweet patient. Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you, except for me. You’re mine and mine only and I love you. I love you with everything I have. You’re my world, and I’d give you the universe,” he confesses while he holds you close.

“It’s okay, I understand. If I were you, I’d be like this too,” you laugh to lighten the mood. “And I love you too, Steve. You’re my lighthouse to guide me through my darkest nights, my safe place to feel sound and secure, my home to come back to. I love you so much that my heart aches when you’re not around me.” You look deep into his eyes as you speak, once again finding yourself lost in their depth.

“God. You’re so perfect,” he says, looking at you.

You trace the remaining bite marks on your neck. “Well at least, now everyone will know that I’m yours,” you tease with a giggle. You throw a leg around him, feeling loved and cherished. And that’s all that matters to you; you are loved, you are cherished, and you are his.

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nickfowlerrr · 1 year

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happy birthday

pairing: steve kemp x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. mentions of cannibalism. allusion to drugging. non con/dub con smut. kidnapping. please let me know if i’m missing something!

words: 2.2k

notes: a little continuation of wwybm. it’s my birthday. i woke up at 3am and needed to write this lol. enjoy. !not edited bc i’m up against the clock - i’ll reread in the morning to see if anything needs correcting lol!

The gentle knock coming from the other side of the door had startled you as you were laying in bed. It’d been so quiet all day, you’d gotten used to the silence. You looked over in the darkness of the room at the alarm clock on the bedside table. Squinting at the small bright light that lit up the time, you saw it was just after midnight. The clicking of the lock being unlocked and the turning of the handle had you sitting up as your gaze shot to the door. You knew who it was, but you didn’t know why he was coming so late. In the three months since he’d gotten you here, he had always been pretty consistent with his visits - he’d never come this late. Of course, you didn’t really know that for sure.. Maybe he did and you were just always asleep by now. You wouldn’t put it past him to be that creepy. Not anymore, anyway.

Steve entered the room with one hand behind his back and a small smile on his face when he saw you awake. He turned on the dimmer as he walked in, and you were thankful he hadn’t turned on the light fully - your eyes still wincing even in just the dim light.

“Good, you're already up. I would’ve felt bad if I had to wake you,” he simpered.

You eyed him warily as he approached the bed, hand still behind his back. You scooted over, further away from him when he sat down on the edge of the mattress. He sighed solemnly at your avoidance but didn’t say anything about it as he took a deep breath. He turned and looked at you with stars in his eyes before he spoke again.

“I made you something,” he said as he moved his arm from behind him. You didn’t know what you were expecting but it certainly wasn’t that. In his hand was a frosted cupcake with a single candle on it.

You looked at it, blinking before you looked back over at the alarm clock and read the date lit up at the top. Your breath caught in your throat.

The date couldn’t be right.

It was your birthday?

How was it already your birthday? It hadn’t really registered before now that you had been here this long. You figured you tried not to think about it.

If you did, if you thought about it long enough, you were sure you’d end up in tears. Luckily Steve brought your attention back to him before they could rise in your eyes.

“I doubt it’s anywhere near as good as yours, but I tried,” he laughed lightly.

He gestured for you to take the cupcake from his hand and when you did, albeit trepidatiously, he moved to pull out a small matchbook from his pocket.

He struck a match and lit the white candle - the glow was brighter than the light of the room, illuminating your face as you stared into the flame.

You didn’t know what to say, so you said the only thing you could think of.

“Thank you.”

It was nearly a whisper as you still avoided his heavy gaze, eyes seemingly caught in the trance of the fire lit before you.

“Make a wish,” he said as he moved closer to you on the bed. His hand on your thigh had you finally looking at him again before your gaze fell to his touch. You looked back at the flame and took a deep breath, shutting your eyes before you blew out the candle as you made your wish.

You opened your eyes as Steve took the cupcake from your hand and leaned past you on the bed to set it on the nightstand behind you. He was so close, essentially trapping you where you were, arms on either side of you as he leaned over you. He was fully on the bed now, and that’s when you realized he was in his pajamas. You knew what that meant. He’d be sleeping in here with you tonight.

He normally only stayed with you in this room - your room - on “date nights”, as he referred to them.

You hated them, hated that he insisted on calling them dates. There was a time you daydreamed about going on dates with him, but obviously the circumstances in those thoughts were vastly different.

You’d daydreamed about going out to dinner with Steve, maybe seeing a movie. Here you were brought food, dinner you now refused to touch if you thought he had made it himself. After the first meal he’d prepared for you, after everything he’d told you only after you’d eaten half of it… it made you sick to even think about it.

That night didn’t end well.

The next ‘date night’ was pizza from your favorite local spot, he promised he hadn’t added anything. After you ate, he’d gone upstairs and you thought that was a night, but he came back down later in his pajamas and joined you as you laid in the queen sized bed. You eyed him like he was crazy as he turned on the tv you’d never used that was mounted on the wall. He put on a movie and somewhere along the way, you’d fallen asleep against your will. You woke up to him spooning you the next morning, your head foggy.

The next week he made food again and swore it wasn’t human. The fact he even had to say that made your stomach turn and you refused it. Instead you watched as he made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for you in the kitchenette further into the room. Really, what felt like a studio apartment. You ate. He left. And not thirty minutes later he was back - looking like he was ready for bed. You got used to the routine after a few weeks. You hated that you looked forward to those nights after a while - but you were only human. You were lonely and scared a lot of the time but when you could just close your eyes and fall asleep with the warmth of someone holding you - whispering sweet nothings into your ear and telling you everything was going to be okay, things didn’t seem so hellish.

Steve’s head fell to the crook of your neck and he started leaving soft kisses along your delicate skin. “Happy birthday, beautiful,” he whispered against your throat. “I’m so lucky you were born. So glad you’re mine,” he continued in between kisses.

His hand was cold as he slid your tank top up, goosebumps rising along your flesh as he touched your waist. You let him take it off and resigned yourself to his indulgent touches.

You knew it was wrong, all convoluted, but his gentleness was comforting. If you could forget about the circumstances that found you here, pretend you weren’t being held against your own free will, that what had been budding between you two hadn’t been completely broken and instead had grown naturally into something more - something real, you could find some solace in his embrace. However farcical it was in reality, it felt like your only escape from the true insanity of the situation.

Your tank top was thrown to the ground and his lips quickly descended down to your chest, his hands fondling you softly.

“All mine,” he muttered against your skin, peppering kisses along your breasts.

His hands slid down to your shorts and he tugged at the waistband, pulling them down along with your underwear. Leaning back from you, he discarded his shirt before leaning back down to take your lips in his. He kissed you fervently, like he couldn’t get enough of the taste of you on his tongue. When you broke away, he nuzzled against you, breathing you in. He took a second to calm himself before he took his pajama pants off. He laid you down on the bed and hovered above you, his hand caressing your cheek as he stared down at you like you were the only thing that mattered to him. It was unnerving and you had to look away from the intensity. His hand slowly traveled from your cheek down your neck and over your chest before he gripped your hip.

You were looking off to the side, eyes fixed on the wall behind him as he lined his cock up to your entrance. He pushed in ever so slightly before pulling right back out and running his tip along your slit, up to your clit and back down. He was playing with you, making sure you were ready for him. When he heard a small gasp escape your lips, he took that as his cue that you were.

He slid into you with a groan as your eyes squeezed shut at the intrusion.

He nearly whimpered as your walls squeezed his length. “Fuck,” he breathed, “you feel so good, sweetheart. Always so good,” he praised.

He pushed your leg up to get a better position as he started moving against you, rocking his hips rhythmically into yours, stimulating your clit with every movement.

He was breathing heavy already and his grip on your hip only tightened when you whined.

“Steve,” you mewled quietly.

“Yeah, baby. ‘M right here. Right fuckin here,” he huffed as he fucked into you.

One hand was tangled in the sheets beneath you and the other grabbed onto his arm as he hit deeper inside of you, working you over so perfectly, rubbing against all the most sensitive spots along your walls.

He suddenly grabbed your face with his free hand and forced you to look at him while he sped up his movements. He lowered his face to yours and kissed you hard until you were out of breath and wrapping your thick thighs around him.

“I know, baby, I know,” he panted when you cried out. A white hot pressure was building in your lower belly and he didn’t let up for a second as he brought you closer to your orgasm. Your legs tightened around him as best they could as you arched your back, your body needing more of him, wanting him closer. He was grunting and breathing through clenched teeth as your walls squeezed his cock tighter, his hips pounding against you, curses and praises falling from his lips while you closed your eyes at the growing intensity.

His hips began to stutter, his rhythm faltering as he got closer to his own orgasm. After another few thrusts, you couldn’t hold yourself back any longer. You nearly squeaked as you came, mouth falling open and eyes closed tight as your nerves seemed to light up - the pleasure overwhelming you. Steve followed suit and came hard right after you, filling you up. You were too drunk on the high to realize or care that he’d come inside of you. He collapsed on top of you and you both laid there trying to catch your breath. You felt him pull out after a minute and when he did, you could feel his cum leaking out of you. You winced at the feeling and immediately crawled out from under him and tried to get to the bathroom to clean yourself up. Try to wash away the shame you felt. He stopped you before you could, pulling you back on the bed.

“Ah ah, don’t move,” he instructed. “I’ll clean you up.” He went to the bathroom himself and came back with a damp washcloth, he cleaned the mess between your legs gently before peppering kisses on your inner thighs. He made his way closer and closer to your pussy before you tried to shut your thighs.

“What are you doing,” you questioned, sounding almost out of breath.

He looked up at you innocently. “It’s your birthday. I wanna make sure it’s the most enjoyable one you’ve ever had,” he smirked. “I’ve got the whole day planned,” he continued as he rubbed your thighs, “I just want to make you as happy as you make me, sweetheart. I cleared my schedule, I’m all yours today. You’re not gonna have to worry about a thing, I promise. Just you and me. I’m gonna show you how good things could be all the time if you just let me. If you stop pushing me away. Accept this for what it is,” he said softly. He moved up from where he was between your legs and held your face in his hands once more.

“You know I made a wish on the birthday cupcake you gave me. I wished for you. And look at us now,” he smiled. “You’re all mine, pretty girl. Let me really treat you like it.”

He leaned down for another kiss, not so rushed this time. Slow and soft, taking his time with you. “I’m gonna make sure you have a very happy birthday. Don’t fight me on this. Not today, okay?” He spoke quietly against your lips.

You were breathing heavily and he was making sure you held his eye as he slowly pulled away from you, ever so slightly. You nodded almost imperceptibly, but it seemed to be good enough for him. You looked away from him once more before responding.

“Okay,” you breathed. You didn’t have any arguments left in you. Maybe it’d be better this way. Easier. You’d made a wish on your birthday candle. You could only hope it’d come true soon enough. You didn’t want to feel scared anymore. You didn’t want to be so alone. Especially not today. You just wanted a happy birthday.

part three

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