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sergeantbarnessdoll · 5 months
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Housewife » Steve Kemp
October 27th
Pairings: Steve Kemp x Reader
Summary: Steve keeps the reader as his housewife.
Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, unprotected sex, praise kink, housewife kink, breeding kink, pet names (honey, sweetheart)
Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.
GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞
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You were in the kitchen, about to start dinner when you heard the door open and close. You smiled when you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist from behind.
“Hi Stevie. How was work?” You asked, turning your head to kiss his cheek.
“Tiring, but I’m better now that I have you in my arms.” Steve says, kissing your neck softly.
You gasped when you felt his teeth bite down onto your skin, hard enough to leave a hickey behind. A tingling feeling shot through your body. One of Steve’s hands slid down your body, blindly finding the hem of your dress. His hand disappeared underneath your dress, only to find out that you weren’t wearing panties.
“No panties, huh?” He says.
“Mhmm no. I thought I’d make it easier for you when you got home.” You say, leaning your head back against his shoulder.
Steve’s middle and ring fingers rubbed in between your wet folds causing you to moan softly.
“You’re so wet. Is all of it for me?” He asks, kissing just below your ear.
“Yes!” You gasped. “Only you!” You moaned.
His fingers rubbed your clit in circles while his fingers on his other hand teased your entrance. Your eyes fluttered shut and your jaw dropped when you felt his fingers slid inside of your pussy.
“Steve!” You moaned.
Your hands gripped the edge of the kitchen counter to steady yourself.
“Such a good little wife for me.” Steve praises.
You moaned when he called you his wife.
“You like that, honey? You like it when I call you my wife?” He whispers in your ear.
“Yes!” You moaned.
His fingers moved faster on your clit and in your pussy. A loud moan left your lips when Steve slid a third finger inside of you, stretching you out. His fingers hit your sweet spot causing your to throw your head back against his shoulder. Steve placed kisses along the side of your neck, nipping on your skin hard enough to leave more hickeys behind. You felt your lower abdomen tighten, feeling your orgasm about to come crashing down on you. You held onto the kitchen counter for dear life when you felt your knees become weak.
“Stevie!” You moaned.
“Gonna cum, sweetheart?” He asks in almost a whisper.
“Mhmm yes!” You moaned.
“Cum for me, honey.” He says.
Within seconds your orgasm came crashing down on you. His name left your lips as you came on his fingers. His fingers fucked you through your orgasm, slowly coming to a stop. Steve pulled his fingers out of you and licked your juices off of his fingers, moaning at the taste.
Suddenly, he bent you over the kitchen counter and kicked your feet apart with his foot. He bunched your dress up above your hips. You bit your bottom lip when you heard the sound of his belt being unbuckled. Steve pulled down his jeans and boxers just enough for his hard cock to spring out, his tip leaking with precum. You gasped when you felt the tip of his cock in between your wet folds, bumping your sensitive clit.
“My wife deserves to be fucked, doesn’t she?” Steve says.
“Mhmm yes I do.” You hummed.
Steve slid his whole cock inside of you in one thrust. His hands gripped your hips, almost bruising and started thrusting. His thrusts were fast and hard, but also lovingly.
“I’ve been waiting for this all fucking day.” Steve groans, tilting his head back.
“Mhmm, me too.” You agreed while moaning.
The sound of skin slapping filled the kitchen. One of Steve’s hands left your hips and snaked down to your clit, rubbing it in fast circles. Your pussy clenched at the feeling of his fingers against your sensitive clit.
“I won’t last long if you keep doing that.” He moans.
His fingers moved faster on your clit causing you to move yourself back against him. Usually Steve would spank you for doing that, but he didn’t this time.
“So fucking desperate for my cock, aren’t ya, sweetheart?” He says with a smirk.
“Mhmm!” You hummed.
“So fucking desperate that you want me to cum inside of this tight little pussy so you’ll have my babies.” He says, almost darkly.
You moaned at his dirty words. You want that more than anything. You felt your second orgasm approaching you quickly. It was about to come crashing down on you once again.
“Stevie! I- fuck! I’m gonna cum!” You moaned.
“Cum for me, honey.” He says in almost a whisper.
A loud moan left your lips as you came for a second time. Steve wasn’t too far behind you. His cock twitched inside of you, nearing his orgasm.
“Shit! Gonna fill this pussy up till you’re full of me.” He pants.
“Yes please!” You moaned.
Your name fell from Steve’s lips as he came inside of you, painting your walls. He thrusted a few more times before coming to a slow stop. He leaned over you, trapping your body behind his body and the counter. Steve gently turned your head and kissed you passionately.
“I love you, my beautiful wife.” Steve says against your lips.
“I love you too, Stevie.” You say in almost a whisper.
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imyourbratzdoll · 11 months
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𝒖𝒏𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅
this is the more extended version of my unwanted drabble, thank you to @jessybarnes for some of the ideas. I hope you all enjoy.
summary - steve tricked you before kidnapping you, leaving you locked away in the basement as you begin to mess with his mind.
warning - angst, mentions of killing, mentions of sadness, mentions of being trapped.
the gif and headers I use aren't mine.
Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.
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“What? You want me to meow or something?” 
Steve sat there shocked, staring at you with wonder. It’s as if you had no care and weren’t freaking out like others. He stares into your eyes, seeing nothing there, and his head tilts as he looks at you. “No..?” He looks confused, wondering. “How do you feel?” 
“I don’t.” You state, turning your head back to the wall and staring at it. You miss how his eyebrows shoot up. “So… When are you going to kill me?” You pick at your nails, continuing to feel stupid for thinking someone like him would actually want you. You turn your head when you don’t hear a response and tilt your head as he stares at you, confused. “That’s why you tricked me, right? To kill me, you didn’t exactly pretend to like me, drug me, and tie me up in your basement because you’re madly in love with me, and that’s the only way you thought you could get me.” 
“You’re not afraid? Why aren’t you screaming, crying or swearing at me?” He’s so confused, getting closer to you, kneeling before you as he looks into your eyes. “Why is there nothing? You’re so empty.” 
You blink, staring at him blankly. “If you don’t mind, ‘Steve’. I would like not to talk and for you to just get to the point.” You move away from him, crawling up the bed and lying on your back as you stare at the ceiling. “I’ll be here… Waiting patiently for my death. Not like I have anywhere to go.” 
You let out a sigh when he left the room, one side of your mind begging for him to stay and the other staying quiet. You couldn’t let yourself fall for his stupid face again, and you didn’t want to beg someone to love you. You wanted that to come naturally. But you don’t think that will ever happen because… You were you, and people didn’t like what they saw.
Steve was curious, and you were like a puzzle to him. He had never met anyone so void of emotion and missed the woman he met. You seemed so happy and carefree, sure. He did notice that you were more closed off and didn’t seem to let him so close. He wanted to change that. He needed some sort of reaction, some sort of emotion. How can you be so calm during all this? Steve left you alone for a while, barely acknowledging the other women locked up, barely acknowledging his wife and kids, or the women he promised dates to. You were occupying his mind, and it was driving him crazy. He had destroyed most of the upstairs, trying anything to get you out of his head. He couldn’t take it. The look in your eyes, your words, it was all getting to him.
Steve remembered your dates and how you told him about the books you used to write. He recalled that you said it was the only thing that made you genuinely feel something, and an idea sparked. Steve gathered a notebook, some pens, and some food and water before making his way down to the basement. He knocks on the door before sliding it open and smiling at you. “I brought you something that I think you’ll enjoy.” You continue to stare at the wall, your eyes tired. Steve sighs, softly walking over and placing the items before you. “I’m trusting you with these pens, but if you do something—”
“You’ll what? Kill me?” You scoff, eyes slowly moving to connect with his. “That was already your plan, and this would make the killing go faster.” You roll your eyes, barely looking at the things he placed before you. “Did you need anything else? Because I’d rather you just hurry this along.” Your head turns again, ignoring him because what was the point of giving him any more attention? 
“Why are you behaving like this? I bought you some of the things I remember you talked about. You should at least feel happy?” Your head falls back as you let out a laugh, startling Steve, who stares at you as if you’ve grown three heads. “What? What’s so funny?!” Why wouldn’t you just submit?! Why were you so different from the others?! It bewildered Steve how you could sit so emotionless and then laugh as if he had said something funny.
“You. Do you think giving me a notebook and pens would suddenly make me happy? Did you not stop to think that you are the problem? I have already come to terms with the fact that no one will ever love me, that you only pretended so you could kidnap me and kill me. So why aren’t you killing me?! Why are you taking your sweet time?!” You snap, struggling against the chains as you stand and move toward Steve, punching his chest. “Kill me! Kill me, goddammit!” You scream, your eyes are still emotionless, yet your words hold so much power.
Steve holds your wrists, stopping you from hitting him. He stares down at you, wondering why his heart clenches like this. “No.” He moves away, needing to get out of this room and get away from you as you make his head fuzzy. He watches as you stare at him in disbelief.
“So, what… I’m not good enough to love and not good enough to kill either?” You sink back onto the bed, your eyes staring at the wall as you realise you will never be good enough for anything or anyone. Steve quickly leaves the room, going through the house, destroying more things on the way. How could you get into his head like this? No one else had done it, so why were you so different?
You sat there, staring at the untouched notebook before slowly reaching for it, and as you grabbed the pen, the words began to flow out of you and onto the page. Everything you felt deep inside was coming out through stories. Not feeling in the mood to eat or drink, you spend most of the day and night writing. As many more days pass, Steve comes in and out with more gifts and food. You continued to ignore him, not knowing how to react, waiting for him to decide when it was your time to die finally. But the day never came. You think a month had passed, but you weren’t so sure. Steve walked into your room, undoing the chains and holding out his hand. “C’mon. I’ve prepared us some dinner.” You stare at him warily before slowly standing and following him. He leads you to the kitchen and pulls out the chair for you. 
“Why am I out here?” You sit, tapping the table, watching him place the food onto the plates, not daring to touch it as Steve sits across from you. 
“I’ve come to realise something, and at first, it scared me. You’re different from the rest.” You scoff, rolling your eyes. “I’m serious. Do you know how confusing this is for me? You’ve taken over my mind, and I can’t focus on anything else.” 
“Oh, I’m so sorry that I’ve stopped you from tricking other women into believing you love them.” Your eyes roll again, leaning back into the chair. “Do you need a tissue?” You pick up the napkin beside your plate, offering it out to him.
Steve stares at you blankly, his eye twitching as he’s stuck between wanting to strangle you and make love to you. “No, I do not need a tissue. I’m trying to tell you that I feel something for you.” He’s startled again as you laugh.
“You feel something for me?” You feel tears prick your eyes as you continue to laugh. “Oh, god. That’s probably the funniest thing I’ve heard. I think you are delusional.” You shake your head, and your laughter slowly dies down. Your eyes connect with him, and you stare. “You’ve already got me here. You don’t need to keep lying to make yourself feel better.” You continue to tap on the table. “So… When am I going to die?” 
“You aren’t. I’m keeping you alive.”
“Oh, great. Fantastic. Sounds so fun to be alive and kept locked away in a basement for the rest of my life. Good plan.” You give a little clap and throw him a fake smile. But deep down, your stomach twisted, and your heart dropped. This was worse than waiting to die. Now you would be locked away, unloved, and eventually wither away. Your expression on the outside stayed void of any emotion. 
“No, you will stay up here. With me.” 
You wished you had never even gone to that stupid market. You wished you had never believed Steve’s stupid words or smile. How could you be so stupid to believe someone would ever choose you?
You were unwanted.
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thebluemage · 2 years
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Marking What’s His
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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!! 💗
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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.
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“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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thevillainswhore · 6 months
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A Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing
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Pairing: Dark!Steve Kemp x F!Reader
Word Count: 2.6k
Summary: It was an art - one that took many years and many sacrifices to perfect, and Steve had managed to become a master at it. There was just one thing he would not fully commit to sacrificing, at least not the important parts that kept life essence flowing: you.
Warnings: THIS IS A DARK FIC - PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS - dead dove, kidnapping, mentions of smut (p in v), fingering and oral (fem receiving), implied non-con, degradation, restraints, physical abuse (face slapping), cannibalism (it’s Steve kemp what did you expect?), force feeding, hints of Stockholm syndrome?
A/N: Unbeta’d | dividers created by @rookthorne thank you for also helping me with the summary my love 🥰 | this oneshot was inspired by the lovely @smutconnoisseur who made me this absolutely stunning moodboard 😭 I just knew I had to write something as soon as I saw it. Thank you so much sweetie, loves you the most 🥹
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“Let me go, you fucking psycho!”
Steve merely kept on humming to himself, happily slicing the meat in front of him into finely cut pieces. It took severe attention to detail to finesse the glide of the knife just right, cutting through as smooth as butter.
It had taken quite a long time to get his craft on the line of perfection - years in the making - and now that he’d finally mastered the art, it was as easy as riding a bike. The rush of adrenaline spiking his nerves gave him a hit unlike anything else in his life. This was what he was meant for. He’d wasted so much time not giving in before.
Wooden screeching against the floor snapped him out of his inner musings, eyes lifting up to see you fidgeting in your chair - presumably trying to escape, but the chains attached to your feet would keep you rooted.
Steve couldn’t help but notice how the glow of the candlelight surrounding you on the dinner table highlighted the beauty in the features of your face. Sunset orange dancing among the shadows, defining your cheekbones and your shoulders decorated in the straps of a pretty dress.
You were so beautiful. Perfect for him.
Placing the meat onto a skillet to cook, Steve wiped his hands and rounded the corner of the kitchen island to join you, the sudden bravado you had earlier evaporating while terror took over your body. His cock shouldn’t have gotten hard seeing the tears gathering on your lash line, but those glassy eyes reminded him of a deer in fright, ready to run. And fuck, would he love the chase.
“Bambi… join me.”
It was haunting, the kind smile Steve let loose as he held out his hand to you after arriving by your side. No wasn’t an answer, and you did well to stand up on your shaky legs - from still recovering or fear, he wasn’t sure - quietly proud of you either way.
Flashbacks of you clumsily tripping over the bed to go relieve yourself on the toilet crossed his mind as he brought you to the middle of the living room. After fucking you three times in one night, leaving you screaming his name and begging for more each time, he couldn’t help be prideful watching you stumble your way out of the room. Just like a doe learning to walk for the first time.
Of course, the chains rattling with each step you took while limping weren’t part of the memory. The heavy breaths were familiar though, smirk crawling onto his face as he imagined your adorable squeaks while he ate your cunt like he was man starved.
Once Steve had directed you into the middle of the living room rug, he brought you closer to him, slipping his arm over your waist as you flinched, and grabbing your other hand to hold as he began to slowly dance. He was thoughtful enough to keep his steps light and be extra careful with you.
Deciding it was too much of a distraction for you a long time ago, Steve had decided to forego music in the house - it let your mind switch off and he wanted your brain alert… in the present. Solely on him and every move he made. So, he graced you with his singing voice instead, whispering the lyrics to ‘Restless Heart’ in your ear.
Steve felt the shaking of your chest before your uncontrollable sobs cut through his singing. He’d be offended had he no clue how scared his Bambi was.
“What’s wrong, Bambi? Huh? Don’t you like it here with me?”
“I w-want to go h-home.” You stuttered.
Steve sighed and lifted your head up with his palms, kissing your forehead and leaning down to your watery eyeline to speak to you directly.
“Oh, baby…” his condescending tone gave away his faux concern for you, “you know I can’t let you do that.”
You began to heave, breaths coming in fast and heavy with panic - Steve almost felt a crack in his heart. Almost.
Truth be told, Steve knew you were it for him. Ever since he first saw you from the corner of his eye walking down the fruit and vegetable aisle, he’d been bewitched.
Youthful, tight skin, good looking.
You ticked all the boxes for him… and the rest of his client base.
He’d caught other women before - gorgeous, just the right amount of meat on their thighs to keep the buyers happy.
They were good. However, they didn’t compare to you.
Normally, Steve would be excited to find new prey. The cat and mouse play of picking out women to cut up and sell. But, you were different. Steve wanted you all for himself.
See, you weren’t just a pretty face, you were witty, funny, intelligent - maybe not smart enough to see what was coming, but he didn’t hold that against you, he was just too conniving after all.
And those goddamn dates he took you on, paving the path for his plan to come to fruition, when he found himself enjoying your company. Steve wanted to spend all of his time with you, willingly.
That was when he decided he didn’t want to go along with his usual plans. Instead, he wanted to date you. See where this relationship could go.
So, he took you to his house tucked away in a secluded area - the excuse of wanting a weekend without the modern world bothering you in disguise of your questioning to the lack of signal or Wi-Fi.
Honestly, he didn’t initially plan to drug you. The opportunity just… sprung onto him. Too tempting to not listen to his base instincts and ignore the spiked wine hidden in the alcohol cabinet.
A voice in the back of his head told him he shouldn’t be doing that, he vividly remembered it. The urge to get a kick out of his charades with someone as good as you overpowered it, though.
Steve wasn’t proud of himself afterwards, but how could he be blamed? He’d worked out a successful routine before he stumbled on you. Wooing girls fitting his mental meat quality checklist and eventually luring them into his second home. It was only natural to follow his instincts, what he’d made of himself.
You especially weren’t happy when you found yourself on his home operating table, opening your eyes to realise your boyfriend was taking your ass.
Weirdly, he didn’t find guilt in the thrill he took from that - that seemed to sicken you the most. He remembered how you lunged for him, screaming about the insanity of his pleasures when you woke up after the surgery to find him sitting in your caged prison. Cutting into your delicate skin to watch the stream of blood flow down your rump to then hearing him laughing to himself as he showed you the flesh stolen away from your body had your head spinning - dangling it from his fingers in front of your face.
It wasn’t too long after that you passed out from overexertion. If only you knew the way he used you to take care of himself after that.
It may have been confusing to understand, but Steve genuinely thought the world of you. Those few months of dating spent together changed his mind on whether he’d find a companion ever again.
Finding love alongside Steve’s hobby had been difficult to put it lightly. His first wife knew of his side activities coinciding with his doctoral career. That was why he settled being with her, someone who was accepting of who he was. But, although she may have put up with what he was doing, she didn’t initiate that spark within Steve - that buried, deep seated fire that begged to be set free. Steve wanted to be seen, to be loved in his entirety.
There was no shame in that.
That was what led to the downfall of his marriage, Steve was no longer interested in the farce of keeping up appearances with a woman who didn’t truly understand him. Which is why she had to go. Just divorcing wasn’t an option, she knew too much.
Then came along you. His pretty doe, who captured his heart from a glance.
As your hysteria whittled on, Steve hugged you tight to his chest.
He’d kept you here for a month in total now. Four glorious weeks of spending time with you alone, bonding together. Your feistiness only made his cock grow in his slacks whenever you put up a fight.
His little doe didn’t put out easy - just how he liked it.
As your tears continued to soak his dress shirt further, he shushed your cries, keeping you close and he swayed side to side in comfort.
The beeping of the oven hob, interrupted Steve’s attempt at soothing you. The meat was cooked and it was time to plate up the dinner he’d made for the two of you.
Bringing you away from his chest, Steve smoothed your hair behind your ears, wiping his thumbs under your swollen eyes to get rid of your tears. Holding your arm, he again directed you back towards the table to sit down, clamped your hands back into the cuffs attached before walking towards the kitchen.
Peaking over, Steve noticed you had calmed down and collected yourself by the time he was adding the peppermint sauce over the mashed potatoes and meat.
He had high hopes on your opinion of his cooking, what you thought mattered to him, believe it or not. It was his real passion beside becoming a plastic surgeon, and he wanted you of all people to like it.
Gracefully, Steve walked on over with his finished plates and set one on each placemat. Your head was bowed, eyes set on the meal set in front of you.
“What is it?”
Your mousy voice spoke up and had Steve looking down at you, lifting your chin up with two fingers so he could see your face.
“Your favourite, sweetheart. Steak and mashed potato.”
A shudder racked through your body as Steve smirked, dropping your face and grabbing the large napkin to fan out over your thighs. He smoothed the material over your legs and traced the tips of his fingers along your bare skin. The sight of you inching away didn’t sit well with Steve, pinching you to hear that familiar yelp he loved so much.
He began to get settled in his seat, combing his styled hair back with his fingers before beginning to cut up the meat on his plate.
“You remember our dinner date don't you, baby? You ordered the exact same thing when the waiter asked. Poor boy couldn’t keep his eyes to himself when I made you speak as I fucked you with my fingers.”
Steve knows you didn’t want him to hear the gasp that couldn’t be kept in. Adorable. You were still so shy around him.
But he didn’t appreciate how long your silence lingered, looking up to see you still staring down at your food, untouched.
The knife clashing down on the plate made you jump in your seat. You didn’t want to eat, no bother. Steve would help you.
Stabbing a cut of meat with his fork, Steve carefully leaned over the table to hold the steak up to your mouth for you to take a bite.
“Open up, my little doe.”
Steve saw your mouth opening up, happy to see you were cooperating with his request. You were finally making progress. Only for you to suddenly move your head to the side as he got close and bite down onto his hand, hard.
The fury built up in Steve as he snatched his hand away, fork scattering onto the table as he released it. In instant retaliation, Steve backhanded you across the face, sending your head whipping over to the side as blood spurted out your mouth.
“Bad girl.”
Blood from the force of his hit trickled down the corner of your mouth. You hadn’t moved from your spot for a second before Steve grabbed the front of your neck, bringing you closer over the table and ignoring your squeak of pain.
“Now, eat what I so graciously cooked you before I fucking force it down your throat.” His spit from the anger of his voice shot out onto your face. Steve shoved you back before slumping into his own seat once again.
His hot and cold nature always had you on edge, but you were used to it by now. Is that what he really deserved after being so thoughtful to you?
Steve observed you closely. Watching your every move should you try something like that again. Only would you get away with something like that once.
You picked up the fork dropped, meat still intact on the silverware and inspected it thoroughly. He knew you were looking for hints of poison or something that indicated he’d drugged you. He threatened it enough times for you to be wary.
He wasn’t sure what you would have preferred once you found out.
Opening your mouth, you placed the meat tenderly onto your tongue and closed to begin eating.
Steve waited until you had swallowed. Intently watching you chew before you were finished with your bite. He gave it a second before sitting back up, taking the fork from you and stabbing another piece, ready to start his meal.
Not before letting you in on his secret ingredient. “I always said you tasted good, didn’t I, Bambi?”
Cold dread visibly washed over your face as you went deadly quiet. Your hands began to abnormally shake. Steve just sat there and watched as your body went into emotional turmoil.
There wasn’t much you could have done, chained to the table, hyperventilating. It wasn’t even as if you could have stuck your fingers down your throat to throw it back up, fingers too far out of reach to even try. It didn’t stop you from dry heaving over the side of the table, retching loudly.
Eventually, the panic your body sent you in, along with your howling cries from despair allowed you to get worked up enough to throw up. Regurgitated meat mixed with bile landing on the carpet as Steve carried on eating - unfazed.
It took you a while for your body to finally relax, for your mind to comprehend what Steve just made you do. Sweat dripped down your face as you forced your body back upright, too weak to fully keep your eyes open as you hoarsely spoke.
“Why are you doing this?”
You looked defeated, body slumped with dark circles under your eyes, shivering like Steve hadn’t cranked the heating up.
Steve wiped his mouth. He understood you were an acquired taste, not for the lightheaded - you’d get used to it eventually though. He thought you were delicious, cleaning up his plate entirely.
He looked directly into your eyes after he finished eating, voice devoid of emotion. “Isn’t it obvious? I love you.”
Your reply is instant “No, you don’t.”
Darkness blackered his pupils. Body still and uptight as he went still. Steve pushed his plate away and leaned his forearms onto the table, never stopping staring as you squirmed in your seat.
“Don’t you ever question my love for you again. Do you hear me?”
You swallowed the presumed lump in your throat.
Steve couldn’t understand how you didn’t know how much he cared for you. You were here, eating in his dining room. He’d sacrificed customer sales by keeping you to himself. He loved you. You’d understand one day though. He’d make sure of it.
“Give it time, Bambi. I know you’ll learn to love me back.”
“And if I don’t?” There was one last inch of life in your eyes, a thin thread of hope holding on for dear life. Steve could see it clear as day, the embers in your irises dying out with each moment he took to answer.
He knew he had you then, the gut punch of his response blowing out the flame once and for all.
“Funny… you think you have a choice.”
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P🖤rn Links for Steve Kemp 🔪
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Warnings || NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, explicit sexual content, p0rn videos
Disclaimer || These are all from Twitter. I will add to this list once I find more videos.
Note || These remind me of Steve so I wanted to share (these are just my opinion) I will probably add more once I find some good videos :)
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— Steve playing with your pussy
— Steve being rough with you
— Steve fucking you while you’re tied up
— Steve giving you a creampie
— Steve loves to play with his little pet
— Steve torturing you in the best way possible
— Steve putting you in handcuffs as he fucks you from behind
— Steve loves to fuck his little basement wife after a long day. One || Two || Three
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theinheriteddutchess · 4 months
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First Christmas
Summary: A perfect Christmas dinner needs planning
Pairings: dark!Steve Kemp x female reader
Warnings: 18+, implied non-con, implied cannibalism, implied abduction, overal if you don't like creepy things stay away, but it doesn't get graphic anywhere.
(notes: this is something that came to me this morning, and while I know it's not for everyone, I hope some can still enjoy it. Un-beta'd, still figuring Tumblr out, also haven't seen the movie😌)
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He placed the star on the top of the tree and took a step back to look at the result.
Perfect.
He mentally went over the list he had made; washing the plaid he placed on the couch so it was fresh and soft, check.
His favorite cd in the cd-player, check.
The Christmas tree decorated, check.
He heard the ping of the oven, indicating the roast was ready. Perfect. On time, like he had expected. It still made him smile that he was correct in his planning.
There was only one thing missing though. The main guest of the evening.
His heart beat just a little faster thinking of her, while he walked to turn the oven off, and let the door of it slightly open to not let it cook further and overdo the meat. It smelled amazing. It looked amazing too. The roast browned but not burned, the potatoes next to it looking crispy and golden. And dessert…well, dessert would also be going to plan if he had a say in it. He was sure he could convince her.
He walked out of the room and towards hers. Knocking softly, calling out her name. He heard stumbling, but the door didn't open yet. So he opened it for her, maybe it was still difficult for her. He popped his head in.
“There you are. You ready for dinner?”
She didn't answer, barely looked at him, but he helped her get up off the bed and looked her up and down, smiling widely. “Look at you! You look beautiful. I knew that dress would fit you, but it's exceeding my expectations. Honey, it's going to be an amazing night.”
He kissed the top of her head, smelling her hair subtly, his favorite scent in his nose warming his chest. She was so beautiful. He was a lucky man.
He helped her get to her seat, slowly making progress because he couldn't help letting his hands wander over her hips and back. Not too much, food was waiting for them and he wanted her to enjoy it. He put a lot of effort in it!
She sat down carefully, fixing the skirt of her dress so it covered her knees.
He grinned down at her. “You're going to love this.”
He turned to get the roast out of the oven, the dish still steaming with heat and the smell mouth watering when it got to his senses. He placed it in the middle of the table and heard her let out a sob she was trying to surpress quickly.
“I hope you'll enjoy it, honey,” he looked at her with a warm smile. “First of many Christmasses to come. Here's to us!”
He handed her a flute of champagne and she took the tiniest sip. 
As he picked up the meatfork and knife, he watched the tears fall down her face as she silently cried, and looked at anything but what he was doing.
“You get the best part, of course, you deserve it,” he placed a portion of neatly sliced pieces on her plate and watched her. “Go on, try it.”
She shook her head and his face dropped for a second. “Now don't be difficult. We were going to have a great time. I am going to give you a beautiful gift afterwards, and all I ask is for you to eat the food I lovingly made for you.”
With trembling hand sheb lifted her fork and cut off a piece, the tears now falling in streams down her cheeks, as she put a tiny amount in her mouth and chewed. He saw her trying not to throw up and only barely succeeding. As she opened her mouth to show him it was empty, he smiled warmly at her again. Sitting down and filling his own plate, he put a much bigger piece of the roast in his mouth and chewed, humming appreciatively. “God, this tastes amazing.”
He ate further while she was picking her food. He didn't mind, she had tried, and he was proud of her. He knew things were hard for her now, it would take more time to get used to the situation. But she would. And it's not like she could run. It was hard to, with only one leg, after all.
As he finished his plate, he sat up straight, looking at her with eyes half-lidded, appreciating the pretty picture in front of him.
“So are you ready for dessert?”
She pursed her lips and spoke softly, hesitantly. “I thought you were going to give me a gift?”
He grinned. “And I will sweetheart. I thought we could combine it. Imagine our baby at this table next year.”
She froze and he got up to walk towards her. Placing a firm kiss on her trembling lips, he whispered softly: “Merry christmas, Darling!”
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eloquentreverie · 8 months
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𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔
pairing: vampire!steve kemp x human!female reader
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.1k +
warnings: blood kink, mentions of blood, blood drinking, p in v sex, porn without a plot. soft sex that turns rough, overstimulation. implied sub/dom dynamics. 18+ content.
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Steve comes home late and hungry for you.
a/n: i've had this in my drafts for a while and i'm finally posting it! this was my first time writing for steve so as always, please be kind!
𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | Read on AO3
Y/N remembers the first time Steve fed from her.
The wave of pain that rushed through her veins, followed by a wave an induced euphoria, was an all-time high she'd never really experienced before. He was very patient with her, reassuring her it wouldn't be as bad as she thought it'd be.
Steve was the opposite of what anyone would assume a vampire would be. He wasn't greedy and didn't use any persuasion on her. Y/N had been enamored by him ever since she found out his secret, so it was no surprise to Steve that she'd be so willing. After he was done, he pecked her cheek and whispered, "Good girl. You think you can do that again for me?" Y/N nodded in response.
Today, when evening rolled around, Steve plops down on the leather couch, arms sprawled across the edge of the loveseat. Despite being incapable of getting tired, work had been extremely stressful today. He'd been booked solid with multiple surgeries, and he had to do it all with a fake smile while ignoring the temptation to go snatch a blood bag or two. He'd been waiting for this moment with her, and so had she.
His lips form into a small grin as he hears her enter the room, finger curling and beckoning her over to him. "Come here, baby girl. I need you."
Y/N giggled when she saw him lounging on the couch. As he beckoned her over, she ran toward the couch in the living room before straddling his lap. "God, I missed you baby." she sighed, her lips immediately finding his as she kissed him softly. She was only wearing a graphic t-shirt, which only reached the top of her thighs. The hem of her shirt rose slightly as she moved against his lap.
Steve's hunger was a raging fire, demanding to be quenched as Y/N straddled his lap, her soft lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. He reciprocated eagerly, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer to him. As he deepened the kiss, the taste of her intoxicated him.
Breaking the kiss, he smirked up at her, his dark eyes filled with hunger and desire. "Mmm, you have no idea how delicious you look, babe," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. His hands trailed up her bare thighs, gripping her hips firmly as he felt the hem of her shirt rise. He loved the way she teased him, the way she indulged in her own desires, knowing how it drove him wild.
His lips trailed down her neck, nipping and sucking on her sensitive skin, leaving teasing marks. His hands moved to graze over her ass, squeezing it firmly before giving it a playful smack. "You've been a naughty girl, haven't you? Touching yourself while I was away," he growled, his voice laced with possessiveness and desire. He wanted to devour her in every possible way, to take her to new heights of pleasure.
Steve's hunger and desire were reaching their peak, but he had more in mind than just feeding. He wanted to satisfy all their cravings. "Tell me, baby. Are you ready to be filled... in more ways than one?" he murmured, his voice dripping with sinful promise.
Her eyes shot open when he squeezed her bottom, a smirk tugging at her lips when he smacked it. "Mmm. Have I?" she asked with a playful, teasing tone. "How would you know?" Her eyes drifted to his lips, craving more of him already. She leaned in, pressing her forehead against his own. "Yes. I'm more than ready, Steve. I know you're hungry for me," she purred, her finger running down his chest.
A low growl rumbled in his chest as her finger trailed over the fabric of his hospital scrubs, reigniting his hunger and desire. "Oh, trust me, baby, I always know," he replied, his voice dripping with authority and desire. The hunger within him consumed him, but he wanted to savor this moment, to truly relish in the pleasure they were about to experience.
With a swift motion, he lifted her off his lap and carried her toward the nearby staircase, placing her down gently on the first step, her back pressing against the wooden steps. His eyes bore into hers, the hunger and passion swirling within them like a tempestuous storm. He slowly lowered himself down, his lips grazing over her collarbone, his tongue dancing along her skin.
"Tonight, I will indulge in your every want and need," he whispered seductively against her ear, his fingers tracing teasing patterns along her thighs. His grip tightened slightly, a hint of his strength showing, as he parted her legs and settled between them. His hands trailed upward, his fingertips lightly brushing against her clit, his touch tantalizingly soft.
Steve's mouth captured hers in a deep, demanding kiss as his fingers began to explore her wet, aching cunt. His tongue skillfully danced with hers, their mouths locked in a heated battle. His fingers dipped lower, sliding easily between her slit, exploring her folds with expert precision. He teased her entrance, dipping a single digit inside before withdrawing, teasing her relentlessly.
While his hands pleasured her, his fangs grazed over her neck, his lips occasionally brushing against her skin, threatening to sink into her flesh. He wanted to taste her, to feed on her in the most intimate way possible. But for now, he wanted to push her to the brink of desire, to make her beg for release.
As his fingers worked their magic, he felt her walls clenching around them, a testament to her growing arousal. He knew she was ready, and with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he withdrew his hand and brought his fingers to his lips, licking them clean with a low growl of satisfaction. "Mmm, you taste exquisite, Y/N," he murmured, his voice laced with desire. "But now, it's time for me to satisfy my own hunger."
When he pulled away, his fangs now grazing over her pulse point once more, her breath hitched. Her nipples hardened underneath the thin fabric of her shirt as his fingers glided in and out of her, teasing her soaked center. "Steve, please. I need you." she whimpers, grabbing hold of his shoulder for support, her breathing growing heavy by the minute.
"Don't tease me..." she begged, trailing her hand down his arm, her inner walls now clenching around nothing.
Steve's eyes darkened with desire as she pleaded for him, her voice filled with need and desperation. Her body was aching to be filled, and he intended to grant her wishes soon, but not before he indulged in his own desires.
He couldn't resist her pout, the way her lips formed that irresistible shape. Chuckling lowly, he leaned in, pressing his lips against hers once again, devouring her in a hungry and possessive kiss. His hand traveled down her body, slipping under her shirt and teasingly grazing over her hardened nipples. He toyed with them, rolling them between his fingers, eliciting moans of pleasure from her.
But he couldn't ignore the pulsating hunger within him any longer. Redirecting his attention, he trailed kisses down her neck, his fangs gently nipping at her skin, leaving small marks in their wake. The scent of her arousal filled the air, intoxicating him with its sweetness. His tongue teasingly licking and sucking on her supple skin. He could practically feel her pulse, tempting him even more. 
His fangs extended, sinking into her flesh as her essence pooled into his mouth. The crimson liquid coated his lips, causing him to hum in satisfaction. Her blood always tasted so sweet when she was like this, her desire urging him on. His palm squeezed her breast harder, relishing in the sound of her breathless moans.
That familiar wave of euphoria crashed over her, pain mixing in with the pleasure as he continued to drink from her.
His fingers found their way back to her throbbing core, this time plunging deep inside her without hesitation. He relished in the slickness, the warmth of her tight walls gripping his fingers, urging him further. His thumb circled her swollen clit, applying just enough pressure to send waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
With a growl of satisfaction, he withdrew his fingers once again, leaving her wanting and empty. He needed to taste her, to feel her on his tongue. Leaning down, he pressed his lips against her inner thigh, placing wet, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive flesh. His tongue teased the tender skin, drawing closer and closer to her dripping wetness.
But he couldn't resist the temptation any longer. Resisting the urge to prolong the moment further, he finally buried his face between her legs, his tongue expertly finding her clit. He flicked, licked, and sucked on the sensitive bud, his hands gripping her thighs to hold her in place. The sounds of her moans and whimpers fueled his desire, and he devoured her with an insatiable hunger.
As he continued his assault, he could feel her walls clenching around his tongue, her body trembling with pleasure. But he wanted more. Pulling away slightly, he looked up at her with a primal hunger burning in his eyes.
"I want to hear you beg, Y/N. Beg for me to fuck you. Beg for me to fill you completely," he growled, his voice thick with desire. The power and control he held over her at this moment only fueled his own desire, the game of dominance and submission intensifying the heat between them.
She arched her back as he continued to please her between her thighs, her legs beginning to shake as his tongue flicked over her clit. When he finally pulled away, her breath was heavy, practically panting, her elbows propping her up on the stairs. "Please, Steve. I need you so badly. I need you inside me." she pleaded, her voice soft like honey.
Steve's primal instincts took over as he listened to her plea, her words echoing through his mind like a sweet melody. The hunger within him burned hotter, the need to possess her consuming his every thought. With a predatory glint in his eyes, he rose from his position on the stairs, his body towering over hers.
He wasted no time in shedding his clothes, the small space between them now filled with the sound of fabric hitting the floor. His muscular body glistened with a sheen of sweat, his hardened cock throbbing with anticipation.
Taking her by surprise, Steve swiftly lifted her from the ground, his arm wrapped firmly around her waist. In a flurry of motion, he pinned her against the wall, using the surface as leverage to spread her legs wide. The position provided easy access for him to slide in, his thick length aching to plunge inside her, to claim her as his own.
"Is this what you want, baby girl?" he breathed, his voice rough with lust.
Y/N nodded, her hands resting on his shoulders as she looked up at him. "Yes. Please, Steve?" she whispered, hoping he'd give it all without hesitation or reservation.
In an instant, Steve's lips crashed down onto hers roughly as he lined his cock up to her dripping core and plunged in. The mix of emotions that flashed across her face was confusing but exhilarating; fear mixed with excitement blended together until they felt almost natural. So many feelings were displayed as she tried to adjust to his size.
As Steve bottomed out, her hips jerked forward, the sensation of his massive girth stretching her nearly bringing her to the edge of climax. Her fingers sank further into his skin, bracing herself as his thrusts became more relentless, causing her head to fall back against the wall. "Oh...you feel so good. I need more." She whimpered, as a small squeal escapes her lips after feeling his hips snap forward again, picking up his pace.
The way she moaned and cried for him fueled his carnal needs, spurring him to drive into her at an inhumanly rapid pace. Every muscle in his body trembled with the effort, his breath coming out in ragged pants. His fangs descended further, the tips grazing her throat, the threat of piercing her tender flesh an unmistakable promise of his intention to consume her wholly.
His mouth found the other side of her neck before his fangs punctured her flesh. But this time, he wasn't careful as he drank from her. Y/N could feel the warm blood dripping down her chest as he tasted her sweet, addicting essence. As he feasted on her, his cock pounded into her at a savage pace, each punishing stroke sending sparks of pleasure coursing through their bodies.
But Steve could sense the tightening in his own body as his orgasm rapidly approached, and with a low grunt, he pulled out of her. Not without gathering the mixture of her and his juices before continuing his path. Her moans grew louder, causing Steve to cover her mouth with his hand, as he used his other hand to gather the essence on his hand before slowly slipping his coated, fingers in her mouth. Her face was heated and her eyes squeezed shut while sucking his fingers.
"How does this taste? Open your eyes," he ordered, as her chest rose up and down, clearly having a difficult time catching her breath.
"Good," Y/N whispered, her body relaxing against the cool wall behind her. She'd felt his absence as his thick, throbbing cock slid out, causing a shiver up her spine. Yet still, she somehow needed more.
A growl rumbled in Steve's chest as he removed his fingers, gazing down at the beautiful image before him. Seeing her like this, covered in a sheen of sweat, her legs trembling and barely able to stand, drove him wild.
In another flurry of motion, he lifted her off the ground once more, her arms and legs instantly wrapping around his body. With ease, he carried her across the living room before placing her gently on the plush couch. As he hovered over her, his muscular body emanating a cool chill, he whispered darkly in her ear, "It's time I fuck you senseless."
He didn't have time to savor or bask in this sight for much longer, as he plunged his still throbbing length right back into her dripping pussy, which was now sore due to his roughness from earlier. At this moment, he wanted to fill her, to feel her tight walls gripping him as he plowed into her at a desperate pace, their primal need overwhelming them. 
Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck as he pounded into her, almost at an inhuman speed. Y/N tilted her head back as she felt her walls clench around him, whimpering softly. She was so sensitive right now, her breath grew heavy as she squirmed underneath him. "Steve, it's too much. I...can't," she whined as she continued to sob, drunk on the feeling of him driving into her, deep in the way she liked best.
His whole body began to tremble with the force of his powerful thrusts, the couch shook under the pressure. The world outside melted away, their moans mingling and ringing throughout the house in a heated passion. "Yes, you can. You can take it. Show me how good you can be and cum, right here, all over my thick cock." Steve demanded, burying his head in the crook of her neck. The warmth emanating from her body provided comfort, soothing his constant hunger and thirst for her. He longed for these moments when their bodies became one, giving both of them the satisfaction they so desperately craved.
The feeling of him ramming into her was almost too much, her fingernails were digging into his flesh, trying to find anything to hold on to. It wasn't long until she could feel her body tense, her warm heat clenching around him again. "S-Steve, I'm close."
Not before much longer, she came undone all over him, the hot, sticky liquid squirting over his girth. His thrusts slowed down, helping her ride out her orgasm. Once her orgasm subsided, Steve grabbed Y/N's leg, putting it over his shoulder, allowing him more room to pump in and out of her soaked hole faster than before. She whimpered once more as the wet sensation overwhelmed whatever sense remained inside of her brain after such intense arousal.
The sight of her quivering beneath him, the small sounds of protest that slipped past her lips, only fueled his desire even more. "Steve, please. I can't take it any longer..." she pleaded, her fingers now running down his firm chest as the couch creaked beneath them. "Please...Let me - oh god." She knew her body was aching as he pounded into her, rubbing raw flesh which was now over-sensitized.
A smug smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he gazed down at her lustfully, a feral hunger evident in his eyes. The look on her face was priceless, an intoxicated grin spread across her face, lost in the moment. His eyes darkened as they raked over her body, the slight sheen of sweat glistening in the dimly lit room.
Her eyes closed, her chest heaved with every thrust, and the soft, yet shallow gasps from her made him question if she'd survive his harsh assault.
His jaw clenched, "Come now, don't pass out on me just yet," He growled in her ear, gripping her hip hard enough to leave a bruise, forcing her body against the leather couch.
Before his release was upon him, his whole body quaked, a surge of unmatched intensity struck him as an explosion of ecstasy ignited his entire being. White, hot semen poured into her with a rush of pure pleasure, his knees growing weak as he collapsed atop her spent form.
A moan caught in his throat, and for a moment everything fell silent, save for the rapid sound of Y/N's heartbeat pulsating beneath him. Her eyelashes fluttered open and for a few moments, she stared at him with adoration in her eyes before pulling him in for another sweet, kiss.
After a couple of minutes, he pulled away from her, her body quivered at the loss of contact. "Come on, baby." he murmured, rising to his feet and picking her up from the couch. "Let's get you all cleaned up and ready for bed."
At this moment, the small bathroom didn't seem far as he made his way up the stairs. All Y/N cared about right now, was him cleaning her. She rested her head against his broad chest, the beat of her heart was beginning to become steady once again.
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buckyscombatboots · 1 year
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🩸 Steve Kemp x Reader Drabble 🩸
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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
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His hand gripped your thigh, a grip that could kill—and it had, he stroked the soft flesh pinching it when he got close to your already damp panties. You carded your cuffed hands through his silky locks, relishing in the sight below you. His hand slipped back down to your knees rubbing them decisively with his calloused palm. Two rubs each, slow and methodical as if he was feeling up a watermelon trying to pick the best one. Like you were food. You were food to him. You tried to push away the disturbing reality and focus on his sculpted jaw as nudged his slightly stubbly cheek against your inner thigh. He took in a deep inhale of your skin, before taking the sensitive flesh into his mouth; sucking it, running it through his teeth, playful nibbling. You had to swallow down the witty remark that sat on the top of your tongue, ‘didn't your parents ever tell you not to play with your food Stevie?’ You bit down on your lip suppressing a giggle. The pain of Steve chomping down on your thigh pulled you out of your gallow humour inner monologue “Ouch!” You yelped, tugging on his hair. He released the skin, blood trickled from his bite mark. He lapped at the trickling red, as if it was wine that had spilled on his hand whilst opening a bottle of wine.
“Focus, Bunny, I want you to watch everything I do to you. Even when I do this.” He bit down on the same thigh, this time closer to your dripping cunt. But he dug his teeth further in, at the same time his fingers pushed aside your panties. He ran his fingers through your hot, damp folds; pushing two digits into your needy cunt. He growled into your thigh, chewing on the bite mark like a rabid animal desecrating your corpse. The danger was so enticing. Pleasure and pain soon bleed into one another as his fingers attack the spongy spot inside you, curling his fingers to rub and tease it whilst he moves to your other thigh. The initial bite made you squeal, but as he tugged at flesh and added another finger the squeal of pain turned into moans of pleasure. You felt him rut his hips into your ankle, his clothed dick straining against jeans. His head lifted from your leg, he craned his neck back slightly to look at you. Your blood smeared on his saliva coated chin, his tongue jutted out of his mouth licking at as much of the blood as he could manage. He growled as he swallowed, his eyes almost rolling back into his skull “You taste so fucking good. Anytime I get a taste of you, even just a smell of you. I go feral.” He scissored his fingers inside you, thrusting them in and out of you “Cum. Cum on my fingers Bunny. Like the little pain slut you are. You like this, don’t you? Like me slowly devouring you.” Your grip on his hair tightened and your hips raised off the chair, you pushed yourself further down his fingers trying to match his pace. His thrusts stopped. “Tell me, Bunny, or I won’t let you cum.” He snarled, giving you an intense glare.
You whimpered “I love it! Love you devouring me, feel so good!” You practically screamed, you were so close. He slapped your clit with the tips of his fingers
“That’s my good little slut.” He cooed, resuming his ministrations. His head dipped down, he took your sensitive bud in his mouth. Running his teeth over the hood of your clit ever so gently as his tongue flicked at it. You choked on a moan, throwing your head back as you came on his face. He swallowed down every single drop of your juices hungrily, the salacious slurping sound piercing through your blissed out haze causing your cheeks to burn red. “Fuckkkk. I should bottle this shit up and sell it, so sweet. I can’t get enough.” He groaned, sliding his tongue inside your clenching hole trying to drink as much of you as he possibly could. When he had sucked you dry he rose to his feet, he stroked your face with his palm running his thumb across your lip “Open.” You oblige “Good little Bunny.” He praises before shoving all three of his fingers that had been inside you down your throat “clean my fingers, Bunny. We’re going to the bedroom, I’m not done with you yet.”
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rookthorne · 5 months
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𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝙎𝙚𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵.
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— 𝐀  = angst — 𝐖  = whump — 𝐈 = sick fic — 𝐃  = dark — 𝐃² = dead dove — 𝐏 = poly — 𝐊 = kid fic — 𝐅  = fluff — 𝐒  = smut
∎ 🖤 = reader favourite ∎ 🩶 = 3k + words ∎ 💛 = personal favourite
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𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞
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You knew he loved to punish you – almost cruelly – and he set you up to fail with as little care as the Devil himself.
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sstan-hoe · 2 years
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𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒎 𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝑺𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝑬𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒔
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𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — steve kemp x dark!fem!reader
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — steve gives you stockholm syndrome and well let's just say; you gotta make sure you're his only one...
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — Stockholm syndrome, eating humans, killing/murder, blood, trigger warning, 18+only, minors DNI, Steve Kemp
𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — steve isn't married here because that blonde bitch can go fuck herself [nothing against blondes, they're gorgeous!], I love Noa but oh well *gif isn't mine, if you want to know when I update then follow @sstanhoe-updates and don't forget to like, reblog and comment!
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You're looking up at Steve with a wide smile on your face.
"What?" He asked, confused.
"I just think you're amazing." You replied. The longer he stared at you, it felt like your heart was going to explode.
He knelt in front of you, gently placing a hand on your cheek.
"Oh dear," He smiled, "I think I've given you Stockholm syndrome."
You slowly looked around, remembering he had held you captive in his basement for months.
How could you forget that? What did this man do to you that you reacted like this?
Steve cut parts of you off, first a part of your breast, then ass –you couldn’t walk for days–, and lastly some parts of your thigh.
You've been here for months, chained up in this room that should look cozy if it wasn't for the fact that you were held captive.
But Steve, oh, he treated you so gently it was sickening at first.
Until suddenly you started to like how he treated you. There was no way to explain how you felt.
"You’re lucky you're cute…" He muttered, stepping closer to you, "you know you're my favourite, I didn’t know what it was about you."
Steve stood back up still smiling.
"Now, I know why…you're so fucked up that you fall for the guy that has you chained up in his basement." He chuckled, walking over to the
"I gotta leave for a few days, do you think you can bear that?" Steve was mocking you, but he loved that you loved him.
And just like this, he left.
When did you start loving him? What changed in that time? How could you love someone that cut you into pieces?
More and more questions flooded your head as you sat there alone with your thoughts in the empty basement.
You didn't know what time it was, how many hours had gone by, or days.
Then suddenly you heard shouting from the room beside you.
"Help me! Please…anyone!" A female voice crying for help.
Steve's newest addition.
"It's no use, nobody will hear you or find you…" you said loudly enough for her to hear.
The girl was confused for a second before she realized she wasn't alone, "who are you? How–"
You cut her off, telling her your name, "I've been here for months."
"But your family, they must be searching for you!" You chuckled at the girl's words. There were a few things Steve always made sure of; no family, relatives, or enough friends who could search for you.
"Nope no family girl, probably just like you," you stated, leaning your head against the wall.
"No…he, he told me we were just staying overnight and would go in va–" "Vacation huh, cute."
"Did you sleep with him too?" she asked, the question caught you off guard.
That woman slept with him? Steve slept with that woman?
You didn't know what came over you as pure rage took over your body. "No, no," yes, fucking yes, "we just became friends."
Steve always told you that you were special, that he only slept with you…was that why you felt like this for him?
A knock on the cell door pulled you from your thoughts. Steve cocked his head through, "honey I'm home!"
In seconds you made up your mind.
"Oh, I missed you." You smiled widely at him. Steve returned a smile and walked inside, over to you, and sat down next to you.
"How are you feelin'?" He sounded concerned, but you couldn’t make out if it was real or fake.
"Well, I've not had a surgery in maybe two weeks? I don't know, you tell me the time."
"Two and a half weeks, sweetheart," you nodded in response.
"Steve?" Your voice was small, you weren't sure if you should ask or if you wanted an answer. "Yes?"
"Have you…have you eaten me?" "Well, I ate you out," rolling your eyes as you nudged his arm with your shoulder.
"But, no. I would never eat you unless it's your pussy, you're my favourite after all." Bullshit.
"I am?" "Of course," yeah, tell that to the girl in the next room.
"However…I would be delicious wouldn't I?" a grin laced on your lips.
Steve's eyes went wide at your statement, "gosh this sounds crazy, but I would like to know what it tastes like." If his eyes could go even wider they would.
"You wanna try it?" He sounded so excited, you looked taken back before nodding unsure.
"Oh, sweetheart you're in for a treat! I will pick you up at seven, I will get you a uh..dress! It's a special occasion after all." Steve took your face in his hands and pressed his lips to yours.
He jumped up and was out of the cell, locking it before you could even blink.
Well, step one is complete.
。゚•┈୨♡୧┈•゚。
Until seven Steve came back to give you a red dress and unchained you for you to get dressed.
It fitted your body well, hugging your figure and pushing your breasts up.
The dress wasn't too tight and had long sleeves, you had to admit to yourself that you looked hot.
You heard the door open, turning around there stood Steve looking handsome as ever.
He wore a black flannel dress shirt, freshly polished shoes, and perfect trousers that rounded the outfit up.
His eyes roamed your body with a glint of hunger, but was it for you or your flesh?
"You look…stunning," be breathed out coming closer to you. "You don't look so bad yourself," you said with a shy smile.
Steve held out his hand for you to take which you did without hesitation.
"So what did you prepare for us?"
He sat you down on a barstool at the kitchen counter.
"Your favourite! Rib-Eye-Steak with creamed vegetables and rice, well but the steak is Sophie." You looked a bit shocked that he revealed the name of the woman.
He put the plates in front of you alongside a glass of water, "gotta stay hydrated," he told you.
you eyed the water warily which didn't go unnoticed by Steve, "don't worry it's not spiked." He chuckled as if it was normal.
"so, who is your new addition?" you asked as you swirled the water around in the glass.
Steve looked a bit confused as if he tried to hide it, "I heard her scream," you enlightened him. "Noa, she's from around here."
"Mhm, okay." You looked up at him with innocent eyes or how Steve would put it fuck me eyes.
"Let's eat," before I eat you out he ended the sentence in his mind.
You looked at the plate in front of you, slowly you cut a piece off sticking it on your fork. The meat looked perfectly cooked and if you didn't know you'd say it was ham, cow or turkey.
Taking a deep breath you put the meat in your mouth chewing it, Steve watching you the whole time.
To your surprise it tasted good, yes it was sick and twisted but good.
"It's…good, like actually really good," you told Steve flabbergasted. "I knew you'd like it!" again he was full of euphoria.
You continued eating and ignoring the voice inside your head that told you how wrong this was.
After you both finished eating Steve lead you to the couch. He sat you down on his lap, his hands resting on your hips.
"Stevie? Do you think I could sleep with you tonight? It's so lonely down there and I love you," you begged him knowing he couldn't resist.
"Of course sweetheart anything for you."
"Put on some music and relax while I do the dishes, you deserve a break." You put your hand on his chest to make him stay.
Steve let you, he believed that you were so smitten with him. Never in a million years would he have thought that you would have Stockholm syndrome.
Yes, he did know you were different, that there was a side in you needing to be free.
He was lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice you coming up behind him with a meat tenderizer to knock him out.
A thump could be heard as you hit Steve who fell into the cushions of the couch.
A smile graced your lips at your success.
You took his arm and dragged him to the basement and god was he heavy.
You put Steve into your cell and chained him up.
Step two is completed.
The third step was important because it decided how step four was going to go.
You went back up to get a knife from the kitchen, making your way to Noa's cell that was right next to yours.
You opened the door with a smile. Noa jumped up at the sight of you, as best as she could. "Who are you?" she promptly asked. "What don't you, remember me?"
She whispered your name barely audible for you.
"Yeah it's be bitch, and you know what? You're gonna die. Steve would have dragged it out but oh, well."
She tried to get away however unlike you she had been in surgery and Steve had cut something off that caused her unableness to walk or stand.
You rolled your eyes straddling her with the knife raised.
"That's for sleeping with him," stab.
"That's for thinking you're his favourite," stab.
"And that is for using him," stab.
You confirm to stab her four more times before leaving her to the fates.
Step three was completed.
Meanwhile Steve was waking up and realised that he was chained up, he panicked. What have you done?
From the over side of the wall he could hear whines and whimpers. Noa, he thought.
If he was honest he didn't like her that much, he slept with her because he didn't want to get attached to you, but it was too late for that now.
That was when you walked into the cell with a wide grin and clothes full of blood, thank god was the dress red.
"Missed me honey?" you asked in a sweet voice.
"Unchain me, now." You shook your head, no not until he explained himself properly.
"Why did you cheat on me!" betrayal was one of the things you hated most, "I started loving you and you go and fuck some whore!? Well, bitch is dead now."
His head shot up in rage, "what? Do you have any idea how good that meat would have been?"
Steve was angry, you didn’t want him to be angry.
"I should have killed you when I had the chance to," he mumbled to himself, his words felt like a knife twisting in your heart.
"I did this for us Steve! You and me against everyone else, I'll even get you new flesh but please don't be mad!"
You were near tears. In your life you had no one besides Steve.
The cannibal sighed, he couldn't stay mad at you because as hard as he would deny it, he loved you.
In his own sick twisted way just like you loved him. All together you were perfect for each other.
"Unchain me sweetheart, we gotta bury a body."
Slowly you walked over to him and unclipped the handcuffs. You were being careful.
Steve rubbed his wrists before standing up and coming to a hold in front of you. His warm, gentle hands cupped your cheeks.
"You're my favourite, you will always be. Noa she is nothing compared to you," his voice soft.
You loved him but betrayal would be punished.
"How sweet, but this is for cheating on me," stab.
"This is for cutting pieces of me off," stab.
The knife went through his belly without hitting any important organs, "you're the doctor, fix it."
Those were your last words before you walked back up.
"You fucking bitch, we aren't even together! If I didn't find you crazy hot then you would already be eaten up!" He shouted after you.
"I thought you only ate me out!" Your response came.
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littlelioncub43 · 1 year
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Steve bringing over some fresh meat (wink wink) for reader, so she can feed her basement husband Robert🥰
Hehehe silly thang.
I'm weirdly only getting a small opening blurb for this so this is what we're going with!
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With the sun finally dipping below the horizon, the sterile house around you seemed to soften. The warm lights that you had picked out were much more inviting than the blinding white lights Steve originally installed.
You're such a surgeon, it kills me, you teased.
Oh, don't tease, sweetheart, only I get to kill you, he cooed.
Humming a soft tune, you began to gather what you needed. Cutting boards, pots, pans, spoons, knives— all were neatly tucked away in the kitchen, your kitchen now. Steve would be home soon, so you might as well get as much prep done as you could before he arrived. You hated when your counter tops were too cluttered.
The rhythmic slices of onions, garlic, and potatoes always soothed you, it put you in just the right state of mind, one that you can relax and let loose in. The sound of Steve's car pulling in the drive stole you away from your little bubble, the organized bowls of ingredients neatly set in front of you made you smile. Man, time does fly when you're having fun.
You hear Steve's voice, no doubt charming another woman, or man, or whomever was unfortunate enough to be taken in by your husband. He was a flirt, unbearably smooth-talking. He could charm the bees out of the hive if he wanted to. You told him he'd make a damn good politician, but he scrunched his nose and chuckled 'they give too many speeches.'
You're busy sharpening your knife as he rounds the corner, some pretty little thing following blindly behind him like some poor puppy. Her bashful smile at whatever he said is quickly lost the moment she sees you.
"O-Oh," she squeaks, frozen in her spot as she watches Steve round the counter top, making his way over to give you a loving peck. "I-Im sorry, I didn't kno–"
"It's alright, darling," you soothe her with a gentle smile, she relaxed ever so slightly at your calming voice, just as you wanted. You quickly drink in her form: supple flesh, rounded cheeks, glowing skin— oh, she's perfect. Bobby'll like her, you thought. "Steve told me he invited you over for dinner. Are you hungry?"
"Starving," she nodded.
"Good," you grinned, "so are we."
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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!!🔞
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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.
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-Bucky’s Doll
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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year
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Hi!! I’m in love with your writing, could I request a fic for Steve Kemp that he kidnaps Y/N because he obsessed with them not knowing the’re the same like him.
hi honey! thank you!
summary - steve becomes obsessed with you, and because he's too blinded by your beauty, he doesn't know you are just like him, maybe even better.
warning - stalking, slightly dark, kidnapping, hints of cannibalism, talks of men and women.
the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips
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You were so beautiful, and Steve couldn’t just not have you. You were so soft and perfect the first time he saw you, better than any of the women he met up with and killed. His mouth watered at the thought of what you’d taste like. Would you taste sweet? Or would you taste salty? These thoughts corrupted him, nearly causing him to go insane, leaving him to now. Your goddess-like self was knocked out and tied to a bed in his basement. But not just any bed, no. You deserved the best quality, the finest of things. Steve had gone out and purchased a frame, a new mattress, silk sheets and soft pillows. He felt giddy as he sat in the chair in the corner, watching you. You looked perfect, even asleep. How was that possible?
He watches you wake with wide eyes, wondering if you’ll scream and cry like the other women. Maybe he’ll get to taste your sweet tears. Would you look as beautiful crying? His head tilts as you look around, unbothered as if you are bored, as if you’ve been through this before. “You’re not afraid?” His breath caught in his throat as you looked at him with those captivating eyes. You blink once and then again before tilting your head. Your gaze then moves to the bed, hands slowly moving through the silk and feeling it, your brows furrow.
“Hmm, I personally wouldn’t have given such nice things to my victims, but I guess men are different.” Steve’s mouth falls open, and his brows furrow as you turn and look at him with an emotionless look. You raise your own brow, questioning him silently. “I’m guessing this is your first time?” He slowly shakes his head, still confused because the times he has watched and stalked you, he never once saw you being like him. “Huh. This is all new.” You look at him with a slightly dark smile. “Did you do all this for me? Wanted to impress me more than the stalking you were doing?” Steve’s eyes widen even more, and you lick your lips, eyes moving up and down his form. 
“You knew?” As those words passed his lips, your eyes rolled, scoffing.
“Of course, I knew. A woman knows, Steve.” If it were possible, Steve’s eyes would’ve widened more. “It’s not safe for a woman to not know her surroundings. Men have proven that constantly.” 
“So… You’re like me?” He scoots closer, dripping with interest.
You hum, playing with the fabric between your fingers. “Sort of.”
He tilts his head, “What do you mean sort of?” 
You squint your eyes, nibbling on your bottom lip as you think. “I don’t go after women as you do. I like preying on the predator. It’s always fun and exhilarating when the men realise a woman has beaten them.” You play with the chain connected to your wrist. “See, that’s where you and I are different. You pray on women because they have been proven weaker against the male species, and I pray on the men because they are the stupider of the species.” Steve blinks in wonder, “It’s so easy getting a man to follow you home and do whatever you want with the promise of sex. No dates need to be planned because they’ve never needed to worry.” You smirk, giggling at the gobsmacked look on your captor's face.
“But, I caught you? You are locked in my basement because I beat you.” His head tilts again, confused.
“That’s what you think, my love. But, really. This was my plan all along.” The sound of the chains being undone cause Steve’s eyes to widen even more, watching as you stand from the bed, and fix your dress. “You’re lucky you didn’t ruin this. I just bought it.” You pout, looking at the man through your lashes. “Shall we play a game?”
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thebluemage · 1 year
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The Hills | Steve Kemp
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Pairing | Steve Kemp x dark!reader
Warning | Explicit sexual content, 18+, smut, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, cyberstalking, hacking, gaslighting, dark web, black market harvesting, manipulation, mentions of canibalism, mentions of distributing of body parts, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of Stockholm Syndrome, dark themes, Steve Kemp (he's a warning on his own!)
Summary | You discover Steve’s dark secret but you still admire him for it.
Word Count | 3163
A/N | Here’s the next part to Obsession, enjoy! ❤️ Beta’d by the amazing @lunarbuck, 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!! 💗
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‘I only call you when it’s half-past five. The only time that I’ll be by your side, I only love it when you touch me, not feel me. When I’m fucked up, that’s the real me. When I’m fucked up, that’s the real me, yeah.’ - The Weeknd
A few days go by, and you can’t stop thinking about Steve. Between the back-and-forth texting, he is nice and funny, everything you could ever ask for. You’re absolutely smitten with him. Just as you pull your laptop onto your lap, you receive a text from Steve.
Hey, Angel. Want to meet up? 
Yes, of course! Are you calling me ‘angel’ now?
Oh, yeah! Unless, you want me to stop… If that makes you uncomfortable.
No, no, please. Keep going, I like that! 
Good, it’s a date! I will send you the address and time! I can’t wait to see you again! My angel.
He sends you the address that is located near the bookshop where you first met him, and it’s not far from your place. You decide to walk the distance there, which is just a few blocks away.
You walk into a warm and cozy cafe. The smell of coffee roams around the acoustic atmosphere of the place. It’s lovely. As you look through the crowd of people, you lock your eyes on Steve again. A smile spreads across your face.
“Hey there, handsome.” You approach the booth where he’s sitting. He stands up and greets you with a hug. “Hey, Angel.”
He’s wearing a soft brown sweater with black pants to complete the look. You wrap your arms around his body as you slide closer to him. His large hands touch your back while he pulls you into his embrace. The scent of his cologne infiltrates your nostrils as you smell his strong scent, a mix of a dewy scent of sage and bergamot. You never want to let him go, not ever.
“You smell nice.” You voice out when you sadly pull away from him.
“Thank you, Angel. You’re so delightful, and you look beautiful as ever.” He compliments  as he takes another look at you, roaming his eyes on your body. “Magnificent.”
Steve is utterly fixated on you. He can’t believe that he has found someone as heavenly as you are. Ethereal yet tangible, wholesome yet sinful to his desires. He only wants more of you with each passing second, he wants to know what you feel like wrapped around him as he rampantly thrusts into you. Fire arises when you look at him, as if you can see right through him. He can’t wait to take a bite out of you.
“You flatter me, Steve.” You reply to him, when you avert your eyes back to Steve, becoming aware of his intense gaze on you. Your eyes connect together, and you feel a spark igniting in your gut.
“It’s the truth.” He states as his stare lingers on. You couldn’t look away from him, afraid to lose this sense of coming home.
“Uhh, let’s sit down.” He takes your hand and maneuvers you into the booth. He takes his place with you sitting next to him.
“So, here come the awkward questions,” he declares while he laughs a bit. 
You tell Steve some basic information about yourself as he listens intently. You don’t want to reveal everything about yourself to him as you feel apprehensive about opening up, so you improvise a generic white lie.
I won’t tell him about my job and about my hacking skills. Maybe I can do more damage and use it to my advantage. 
You tell him a different job occupation and he nods notably.
A waiter comes to your booth to take your orders and leaves quickly, hurrying to the next customer. Several minutes later, another waiter comes with your orders.
“So, what brings you to town, Steve?” You ask him as you tilt your head curiously.
“My second residency.”
“Nice. I can imagine many women would line up just to get a procedure done by you.”
“Not that many, if I’m being honest. Most women that come to me want to change their physique. You have the occasional boob job, tummy tucks.” He plucks a red cherry out of the cup and pops it in his mouth.
“And butt lifts.” You finish for him with a smile.
“Yeah, that too,” He chuckles knowingly.
“Do you have any social media, perhaps?” You ask him as you take your phone out of your bag to search him online.
“I don’t have any.” He shakes his head immediately.
Hmm, strange. 
“Instagram?” You question, persisting on answers as you move closer to him.
“I don’t feel like sharing things about my private life.”
“Okay, that’s valid.”
“What about Twitter?” You continue the questions as you bring your body forward to him and lean your head against your hand for support. He takes a few sips from his drink, taking his time to answer.
“No. Does anyone have anything smart to say on Twitter? No way.” 
“How am I able to contact you more easily? If not via social media, and only texting?”
“I don’t know, you can always send me a letter the old-fashioned way,” he suggests jokingly, as you laugh at his witty comment. He looks up at you, and something mischievous glimmers through his eyes while he smiles at you. 
“What?” You ask him when he keeps staring at you, taking a glimpse at your mouth.
“You have such a beautiful smile.”
“Thank you, Steve. You’re so kind.”
The afternoon progresses to evening, and you and Steve lose track of time. When Steve goes to the toilet, you decide to peek into his wallet that he left behind. His ID card  presents a different identity than what he alluded to. His actual name is Brendan Steven Kemp. 
Huh. Should keep that in mind. What secrets are you hiding, Steve? No social media? Come on now, what doctor doesn’t have a social media of their own?
Before he comes back, you take a picture of his ID card from both sides for later search purposes and neatly put it back into his wallet. Between laughter and regular flirting, you both seem to be in a trance-like state, together in your own little bubble. The tension builds up between you and him; it’s undeniable. As soon as you two walk out of the cafe and walk the short distance to your apartment, the attraction is palpable.
“Fuck this.” You approach him and close the space between you and him. You grab his face and crush your lips onto his with a passionate fire.  
Steve immediately reciprocates and kisses you back. His mind races due to his own duality for you. He must have you. You moan when you feel his tongue sliding into your mouth, clashing onto yours with wild abandon. Steve is enticed by you while he roams his hands all over your body, like a madman. Overwhelming and hot. When you open your apartment door, you both storm through it. When your back hits against the wall of the tiny hallway, you start to pull your jacket off, and let it fall to the floor.
He pulls away slightly to catch his breath and looks at you through gentle eyes while cradling the sides of your face. “Maybe we’re going too fast.”
Oh. That’s the first time. Why is that?
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to rush into it, we can slow down if you like.” You start to back away from the wall when Steve moves away from you, contemplating on what to do. You pick your jacket from the floor and neatly hang it to the coathanger.
“Uhh, do you want something to drink?” You ask him as you go further into your living room, going towards the kitchen. Steve runs a hand through his hair before scratching his forehead with his thumb as he watches you intently and doesn’t respond. He looks away for a second before you continue.
“Or eat?” He looks straight at you with a wild look again, as if he changed his mind again. 
Steve can’t let you go, no matter what. To him, you feel like a necessity, a longing that he hasn’t felt in ages, similar to the longing that he only has when he eats his type of meat. It’s inexplicable and indescribable. You’re the quintessential person of his desires. He lets himself fall on your couch when he sighs and directs his gaze to you again, almost pleading and hopeful. 
“Just you, Angel.” He gets out of the couch and makes a beeline straight toward you, grabs your face, and pulls you into him, pressing his lips hard against yours. Your breath catches in your throat while you place your hands on his head. A whimper slips past your lips as you’re unable to resist your longing for him.
You greedily touch Steve’s body wherever you can as you guide him to your bedroom. Every touch makes you crave him more, your thoughts whirl around in your mind at a rapid pace. He groans and moves the hand to cup the back of your neck and deepens the kiss, spearing his tongue in your mouth. Your nipples harden and your pussy clenches the longer Steve kisses you. You lay on your bed and start to undress all of your clothes quickly while Steve does the same, staring at you with a hefty and lewd gaze glimmering through his eyes. 
He climbs on top of you as he hovers his body over you while he stares passionately; his cerulean eyes growing darker by the second. He can’t believe your beauty, a stunning sight before his own eyes as if you’re a celestial being. He slowly moves his head down and starts to kiss you deeply again.
“I want you, my love,” he muses out hoarsely. He’s breathing just as harshly as you are.
“I’ve wanted you for days. Ohh!” You exclaim when Steve cups your breasts in his hands and molds your flesh before he pinches and plucks at your nipples, sending shivers up your spine.
“Hmm, you’re so responsive to me. Good girl.” He utters out seductively. He takes one of your breasts to his mouth and laps at your nipple with his tongue while flicking the other with his hand.
“Oh, fuck!” You announce as you close your eyes at the way Steve’s salacious tongue swirls around your sensitive nipple. He hums with how your soft skin feels to him, savoring every inch of you; his hands making their way to your aching core. 
“Let me worship you, angel. I need to taste you now.” He rasps out, with urgency in his voice. He makes his way down while he gently bites into your skin, leaving red marks on the surface. He sets himself between your thighs and bites into each of them.
“Oh, fuck Steve!” You moan as your face contorts with pleasure as he suddenly shoves his face right onto your heat.
“I’m going to ravish you until you’re not able to utter a single word.” His dark cerulean eyes pierce through you as he hums. “And you’re going to be mine.” The feeling of his tongue going through your slit makes your back arch from the bed, and you moan out his name.
“Please, Steve! I– I’ll do anything!” You plead through jagged breaths while he deliciously defiles you. He wraps his arms around your thighs, holding you firmly into place. He gives you long strokes, capturing every bit of essence you have. He sucks and laps your wet slick up with his mouth as if it’s the last drop of water he’ll ever drink in his life. He’s enticed by your taste, and he can’t wait until his cock is deep inside of you.
“Aahh! Steve!” You wail as you grasp a handful of his luscious hair and pull it. He groans, sending surges of lightning over your body. Your hips buck up as your body quiver underneath him, taking in all the bliss until you feel one of his fingers prodding into you, seeking entrance to your wet and aching pussy.
“Oh fuck!!” You exclaim as you arch your back from the bed while you hear the muffled groans of Steve underneath you. In one swift motion, he delves two fingers into your slit. A coat of your slick envelops his fingers as Steve licks ferociously on your clit.
“Come for me.” His sultry demand comes out low and husky as if he’s trying to contain his never-ending lust for you.
Your hips buck as your head falls onto the pillow from beneath you, when your eyes roll back into their sockets. You feel yourself come undone for him as your walls squeeze around Steve’s digits. 
“Aaaahh, Steve!!”
“Good. Good girl.” He ushers to your cunt as his strokes lightly decrease. He licks your wetness up with his tongue, and he hums out delicately.
“Hmm, you’re so exquisite.”
“T–thank you, Steve.” 
Your chest heaves heavily up as you gradually catch up your breath. He picks up your body tenderly and lays you gently next to him, wrapping his arms around your waist. You still feel his erection against the lobes of your ass.
You turn your head in his direction with a questioning look.
“Huh, and what about you?” You look at him, confused yet still dazed from your ravenous orgasm.
“Shh, sh, don’t worry about me, I just want to be close to you, skin-to-skin contact. This night was about your pleasure, not mine,” He simply answers. “Go to sleep, my Angel. You deserve to be well rested.”
Your eyes begin to feel heavy as the dim night light protrudes from the curtain of your window. You lift your arm and wrap it around his chest, pulling yourself more into his embrace. 
“Okay, Steve.” You softly accept his demand as your mind dwindles away from any worries. Steve sighs peacefully in return.
“Goodnight, Steve.”
“Goodnight, my Angel.” It’s the last thing you hear before your eyes drift to a close, and you fall into a deep slumber.
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The next day stumbles in slowly, with the sunlight peeking through the curtain. Rays of sunshine fall upon your face, enveloping you in warmth. Your eyes open slowly, and you’re in Steve’s arms. He’s still sleeping peacefully when suddenly an alarm starts to go off. Steve opens his eyes rapidly and checks the clock, he hurriedly gets out of bed.
“Oh, fuck. I totally forgot the time,” He says when he starts to dress up in his pants again before taking his shirt off the ground. “My shift at the hospital starts in thirty minutes.”
“Oh, what hospital do you work at?” You ask innocently.
“St. John’s Hospital,” He answers while he pulls his shirt over his head. “My first procedure starts in an hour. A patient is going to be very happy with their boob job.” He continues.
“Well, they’re in good hands with you.” You affirm encouragingly. You hoist yourself up from the bed in a sitting position. 
“Why, thank you. I'll see you tonight, Angel.” He takes your hand in his and kisses the top of your hand gently. 
“That’s alright, have a good day at work, handsome.”
“I’ll be thinking of you,” He softly intones when he’s all fully dressed and gathering all his belongings. “See you later, Angel.” And with that, he leaves through your apartment door. 
You squeal cheerily as you start your daily morning routine. Once you’re dressed and finished eating, you think you should do research on ‘Steve’. You want to know everything about him, so naturally, you take up your laptop and place it on your island and decide to do a simple search on Google. The only results that come up are from his reconstructive surgery website and a few articles that he wrote but there’s something else too, another result, a woman named Ann Kemp. 
Out of curiosity, you click on the link. And it redirects you to a Facebook page of a blonde-haired woman with a picture of her family standing in front of a house. And there he is, Steve, standing and smiling with his family. He has a wife and a dog. Ann is holding the dog on a leash. You can’t help but to take another look at the woman, there’s something off about her, but you can’t exactly pinpoint it. You zoom in on her, looking at her hand, and you notice she’s wearing a wedding ring on her left hand. 
You should have known that he was married. He’s too good to be true. You take a different approach with your searching. Since you're a talented hacker, you know your way around technology and the mechanics of it. You pull up a more advanced browser that can search literally anything related or attached to that specific name, word or thing.  The general public would know that browser and use it to go on the Dark Web. You have a program installed, so your IP address isn’t trackable. You remember having a picture of his ID with his real name on your phone. So, you take your phone out and look into it and you type in his name ‘Brendan Steven Kemp’. Up come a thousand search results from the normal search results of ‘reconstructive doctor' to a much sinister, more disturbing and shocking result.
There’s a business. The logo contains a white background, and a red logo of a head of a goat with a snake eating itself around it is displayed. You click on the logo, and it redirects you to a website. To your horror, you come to find that Steve practices in the most inhuman activities ever done. He harvests human meat and sells them on the dark web. And here you are, looking at his webshop. The various ‘products’ are listed by mainly female names. There’s a hand that goes by ‘Hope’, and the description is ever so horribly detailed as if it is a delicacy. With a price tag of thirteen thousand dollars!!
I knew it!! You have a wife!! I have to get out her of the picture, though. I can’t have her orbiting around you like some lost puppy dog. I can’t have that, Steve. There’s also something wrong with her, and how did you meet her anyway? Let me guess, you probably kidnapped her too, and she got Stockholm syndrome as a result.
You immediately go to work with it and pick through his encrypted layers of codes, and when you finally reach the barrier, you unlock the access. With ease, you gain access to his illicit webshop. With another set of difficult codes you shut off his website, and everything turns black.
So, that’s why you’re so private, Steve. You have a wife and are a cannibal. Being able to kidnap dozens of women, probably mutilate them, so as to keep them alive until there’s nothing left, consume them, and ultimately kill them to sell them. And I thought so highly of you. Are you going to do the same to me? Only one way to find out, I guess.
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breakablebarnes · 2 years
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I Say, You Do
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pairing: steve kemp x female!reader
words: 2.4k
warnings: 18+ only, smut, somewhat dark (I mean it is Steve Kemp), somewhat dubcon, degradation kink, praise kink, impact play, sadism/masochism, restraints, dom/sub aspects, spitting, use of vibrator, orgasm denial, edging, fingering (fem receiving), oral (fem receiving), oral (male receiving), face fucking, nipple play
summary: AU: Lady Marmalade owns a house of fabulous repute and employs only the finest specimens for her clients. After a hard week at work, the Lady knows exactly what you need.
a/n: Thank you to Dani, @yarnforbrains​, for organizing this! I know I waited until the last minute, but I did enjoy this challenge!! Writing Steve is fun hehe. Enjoy this absolute filth. 
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The work week had laid heavily on you this time. Just an enormous feeling of pressure on your shoulders to do everything made you want to do nothing at all. Think about nothing at all.
So, that’s when your friend Wanda told you about a place that she heard about that could help you do just that.
You walked in the door, a bell chiming as you walked in. You walked up to the desk and suddenly there she was – Lady Marmalade herself.
“Hey sugar,” She said sweetly, approaching the desk. “What can I do for you?”
You had known exactly what you were going to say when walking in, but suddenly all the words left your brain. It frustrated you that you couldn’t even think. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
“Hard week?” She posed, raising an eyebrow.
You huffed out. “I just feel all this pressure with work. I just don’t want to think for a while.”
She smirked. “I may have just the thing for you, sugar.” You perked up and she began to head down the hallway. “Follow me.”
You followed behind her, seeing many different doors stretched down the hall, all of them with different designs. She stopped at the last one in that hall. The door was different than the others in that it wasn’t a complete door. It was a brown wood, but it almost looked like a jail door with bars. The Lady swiped a card and door opened. She stepped inside and you followed. There was a beautiful ocean mural on the wall comprised of oranges, blues, and pinks. There was a mattress in the middle of the room with no bed frame. On the wall there were a set of chains with restraints. You felt yourself clench at the sight. You looked over to the Lady. How did she know exactly what you needed? To be out of control for a change.
She smirked at you knowingly. “Well, have a seat,” She said ushering to the mattress. “Dr. Kemp likes his victims, I mean patinets, to be in position when he arrives.”
You raised your eyebrows, but took a seat on the bouncy mattress, your back to the wall. The Lady pulled your hands above your head and secured them in the restraints. She looked down to you and whispered, “Have fun,” with a wink. She left; the door closing shut behind her.
You felt a little exposed. You still had your clothes on, but you knew anyone could see in the door that came by, but then again, maybe that was why it was at the end of the hall. You also felt exposed in the sense that you were, you know, restrained. You looked up to the wall where your hands were bound together, a chain linked from the cuffs to the wall. You pulled at the chains to test their strength and your hands barely moved.
You looked away and finally looked up at the ceiling again before searching around the room again, finding nothing interesting to look at. There was nothing else in the room besides the mattress and a small cabinet. You began to wriggle around in anticipation.
“Well,” a voice spoke up from behind the doors, startling you. You looked over to see a man in the shadows. He tilts his head. “What do I have here?”
He slides the card, the door opens, he steps into the light and you can finally see him. He has dark, fluffy hair and a jawline for days. He smirks at you and you feel the butterflies in your stomach. His eyes are such a piercing blue that you can see them from across the room.
You open your mouth to speak, but he holds up a finger, and you close your mouth again.
He smirks and comes closer, squatting down next to the mattress and tilting his head to look at you. He’s even prettier up close.
“As pretty as you look with your mouth open, keep it closed. For now.” He said, patting your cheek. “That was a rhetorical question.”
You blinked and his smirk grew. “Well, you listen well. Let’s see if that continues.” His face suddenly shifted. It went from his charming and pleasant smirk, to a very serious almost eerie look in his eyes. He grabbed your face roughly, turning your head to look at him dead on and squeezing your cheeks between his fingers. “Alright, this is how this is gonna work, princess. I say, you do. Understand?” 
You nod. “Good. So, you are going to keep that pretty mouth shut unless I say otherwise. I don’t want to hear a peep from you. If I do, there will be consequences. Understand, princess?”
You nod again, gulping as you do.
“Now,” He said, his charming smirk returning. “Are you going to be good? Speak.”
“Yes,” You squeak out, your voice hoarse suddenly. “I’ll be good.”
“Good girl,” He smirked, and pushed your face away.
He stood and began to circle the mattress, looking down at you much like a lion would his prey. You began to wriggle again, pushing your thighs together at his piercing stare.
He chuckled. “Look at you,” He said. “What a whore. You’re already wet and I haven’t done a damn thing.”
How did he know?
He squatted down again, looking you in the eyes. “Open your mouth.” You did as he said without a thought. As soon as you did, he spit directly in your mouth. It shocked you a little, but you could also immediately feel yourself soak your panties. “Close your mouth and swallow.”
You closed your mouth and did as he said, making him chuckle. He grabbed your face, squeezing it between his thumb and forefinger again. “Such a good, obedient, little slut. I can’t wait to see how much I can push you.”
He pushed your face away again and stood up. He took off his brown button up shirt, leaving him in a plain white t-shirt and jeans. He opened a draw in the cabinet and pulled something out that you couldn’t see, setting it down still out of sight. He came over to you, holding scissors. In one fell swoop, he cut open the front of your shirt, making your mouth open in shock. Before you could even realize, he cut open your shorts as well, leaving you in nothing but your underwear as you had chosen not to wear a bra today. He discarded of the ruined material, placing the scissors on the cabinet with the other items that he had gotten out that you still hadn’t seen. He came back over to the end of the mattress right at your feet, holding his hands behind his back.
He admired you for a moment and once again you pressed your thighs together, just hoping for a little bit of friction. You began to ache with want and your core felt cold due to your panties being completely soaked through and the cool air hitting them. He kicked your legs apart with his shoe. “Feet stay there. Bend your legs.”
You did as he said. He crouched down and became face first with your mound. He leaned in and took a deep breath. He stayed there a minute and you finally realized he was smelling you. You had the urge to close your legs, but you didn’t, fearing the consequences. He finally reached up and yanked your panties down your legs before discarding them to the side with the other remnants of your clothes. He came back and immediately dived his tongue into your pussy. You screamed out in surprise, pulling on the chains above you. He pulled away and slapped your thigh definitely hard enough to leave a mark, making you scream out again.
He crawled up your body, coming face to face with you. “What did I say? Speak.”
You head felt like you were floating as you tried to form words. When you didn’t, he smacked you right across the face, leaving your mouth hanging open at the sting.
“I said, speak.” He growled.
“You said keep my mouth shut unless you said otherwise.” You choked out, tears stinging your eyes.
“Right. Now, why didn’t you listen?”
“I…” You started but earned another hit to the face.
“Do you not know what a rhetorical question is, you dumb slut? Did I say speak?” He yelled in your face.
You silently shook your head no as tears fell down your cheeks. “Look at you. Pathetic. Can’t take a punishment, huh, princess?” He said, in a mock-sweet voice. “Too fucking bad.”
He pushed off of you and got up grabbing something from the cabinet. He pressed a button, and you heard a soft hum fill the air. It was a vibrator.
He came over to you and laid by your side, hovering over you. Without much thought, he placed the wand directly to your clit. You breathed in quickly but didn’t scream out this time. He chuckled, “See, we can learn from our mistakes.”
He pressed the plus button, making the vibrations go to a higher setting. You tensed, holding on the chains above the cuffs around your hands. You could feel yourself holding your breath. He pressed the plus again and you were right there. You knew you were going to cum.
And he took it away.
ou couldn’t help the groan that you let out in frustration. He raised an eyebrow at you before reaching over and pinching your nipple. “Maybe we can’t learn from our mistakes. Did you think I was gonna let you cum, princess? After being such a bad girl?”
He pinched your other nipple and you let out a curse which only made him pinch harder. You gritted your teeth to not let out another sound. He removed his hand from your nipple and found your wet folds, and your eyes went wide as he plunged a finger into your hole.
“Not a fucking sound.” He warned. You nodded.
He began pumping in and out of you at a relentless pace. He added a second finger and brushed against that sweet spot inside you, making you bit down on your lip enough to draw blood.
“Is the doctor making you feel good, princess? Speak.”
“Yes, doctor.” You moaned out in relief that you could let a noise out, even if it was just one.
You could feel his bulge against your hip twitch as you called him doctor. He continued pumping in and out of you, hitting that spot every time now that he had found it. He added a third finger and began to really stretch you out and it felt delicious. You bit down on your lip again, tasting the metallic taste of your blood.
He brought the vibrator back out, attaching it to your clit and you almost let out another scream, but held back. “Good girl, princess.” He hummed in your ear and that sentence alone almost made you cum.
You were so close. Right on the edge.
And you let out a moan.
He froze. You could almost feel the anger radiating off this man. He pulled out of you and turned off the vibrator, throwing it to the side. He climbed on top of you and spit in your face, grabbing your cheeks again. “Just when I thought we were getting somewhere, princess. You go and do that. What do I have to do to keep you quiet, huh? Stuff my cock down your throat?”
You gulped and you couldn’t help the way your mouth salivated at the thought of him inside you in any form.
He smirked. “That’s exactly what I’m gonna fucking do.”
He smacked your face lightly before getting up and removing his clothes. Your eyes widened at his length. You didn’t know if you could take it all.
Like he read your mind, he said. “Oh, you’ll take it all, sweetheart. And you’ll fucking thank me for it.”
He hovered over you, his cock inches from your mouth. “Open wide, princess. I’m gonna fuck your face. And you? Don’t you dare fucking cum.” He stopped and you looked up to his face, hovering way above you as your mouth hung open.
You furrowed your eyebrows as he turned away from you, getting off you completely. He grabbed the vibrator and something else you couldn’t see. Then you hear the unmistakable sound of duct tape. He placed the idle vibrator right against your clit and then taped the handle around your leg. He turned it on, all the way up. You gritted your teeth as to not make a sound. He positioned himself over you again and you opened your mouth and he slid right in, hitting the back of your throat. You gagged around him, but he didn’t stop.
He held himself above you and began to pump in and out of your throat, groaning as he did so. Meanwhile, you were trying your damnedest not to cum.
You tried to focus on his assault of your mouth, but that made you wetter.
He was fucking your face at a relentless pace now and you were hoping he would cum any second now so this could be over. You could feel the sweat trickling down your face and back and you dared not to cum. You didn’t want to see the repercussions. 
His pace quickened and he began to stutter his hips. “Fuck. I’m gonna cum, princess.” He stopped suddenly and pulled out completely. “Beg me to let you come with me. Speak.”
“Oh my god, doctor, please let me come. I’ve never needed something so much in my life, please.” You begged, your voice hoarse and shaking as the vibrator kept up its brutal assault on your clit.
“Ehh,” He shrugged, lining up his cock with your mouth again as you opened on instinct waiting for him. He smirked down at your obedient form. “Maybe.” 
He slammed back down your throat, earning a gag from you.
He very quickly was on the precipice of coming again, you could tell by the way his brow was furrowed and his eyes were tightly shut.
“I’m coming, sweetheart. Come with me.”
 You could have passed out. He was letting you come.
As he spilled white hot ropes of cum into the back of your throat, you felt yourself finally let go. You really thought you were going to pass out. Your vision was spotty and your ears began to ring as you come as hard as you ever had.
He pulled out of your mouth and fell down on the mattress beside you, trying to catch his breath just as you were.
“Well, princess,” He started, sweeter than he had been the whole time, “Did I make you forget?”
“Yes, doctor.”
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Prompt || Steve Kemp is a sex demon who came to feed on Y/N. — Requested by anon <3
Pairing || Vampire!Demon!Steve Kemp x Female!Reader
Word Count || Less than 600
Contents & Warnings || Smut — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, non-con, explicit content/language, hunter/prey kink, breeding kink, choking, biting, unprotected vaginal sex, mention of bodily fluids.
Random prompt event || Masterlist
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For days now, you’d been yearning for him, hoping each night you laid in bed, he’d emerge from the darkness to prey upon your flesh and soul like he had done so many times before.
You always laid prepared—completely naked to give the demon easy access to do with you as he pleased.
On the sixth night of waiting for him to come back, there was finally a sign of his return.
A low and sinister growl was heard from the most darkened corner of your room—it was him.
Your entire body tingled in both excitement and fear as he emerged from the darkness, stopping by the side of your bed, towering over you. You try to speak and move, but his powers completely paralyse you.
“Oh, how I’ve missed you,” he uttered in an ominous tone.
You weren’t the only woman he came to prey upon, but you were by far his favourite—craving you every time you were apart, your body and energy the most succulent taste he’s ever had.
He gets on top of you and forcefully pries your legs open to reveal your glistening core. His other hand clamps down on your throat, constricting your breathing. His dark and menacing face is mere inches from yours—eyes pitch black.
He’s come to take you, and there was nothing you could do to stop him, although you didn’t really want him to stop.
He gets his cock out and lines his tip with your ready and awaiting entrance, forcing his whole length into your warm and tight walls.
A satisfying groan emerges when he finds his rightful place inside you. The tiniest mewl of pain and pleasure manages to escape you at being stuffed by him.
He fucks your pussy in long strokes, using and abusing it to his liking. His sharp teeth grace the delicate skin of your neck before he punctures the flesh—draining your life force as he takes your body for his pleasure. The concoction of the two sensations is nothing you’ve ever experienced before. It’s both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time, and you never want it to end.
His hips moved at an almost inhumane speed; the need to procreate and the feeling of your tight and warm walls was what drove him forward.
An animalistic grunt is sounded deep within him as he cums in your womb, planting his delicious seed in you, hoping that this time you would end up pregnant.
Him filling you up and his thumb circling your clit was what you needed to come undone as well. Due to still being paralysed by him, the sensation you felt was unpleasant yet pleasurable—it was almost impossible to describe, but this was the feeling you craved and yearned for every night.
Tired and dizzy from having your energy sucked out, you drift into a deep and comfortable sleep. The last thing you remember is him kissing you softly on the lips before he retracts back into the darkness.
You wake up the next day feeling a little disoriented, your body sore and stiff. Was it real? Or was it all a dream? The evidence of the demon’s visitation trickling out of your hole confirms that last night was real, and you couldn’t wait for his next visit...
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