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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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Just Like You, Chapter 1

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Warnings: mentions of cannibalism, dark reader, mentions of stalking, implied smut.

I laughed to myself as the gorgeous man tried to charm me. He was sweet. And he seemed genuine enough. His corny jokes about living on aisle six, all while chatting me up in the produce section made the conversation feel like a fantasy meet-cute.

He was good. I had to give him that.

I normally wouldn’t have worried about someone like him…but the truth was I had been watching Brendan Steven Kemp for a while. He’d managed to catch my attention the second time I was in the store, and I noticed him chatting up an entirely different girl, using the same exact pick up lines. At first, I thought he was just some lonely guy. Until I dug a little deeper.

He stuck to his habits. That much I had known since observing him the past five weeks. He had been feeding his own addiction and his own growing client list.

Only now, for the first time, I was allowing him to see me.

And God, did he look at me like I was the only woman in the world. I knew that it was part of his game, part of his charm. But damn it, it drove me wild. I normally worked pretty hard at making sure no one noticed me. But there was something about Brendan Steven Kemp that nipped at my very soul. Something that screamed at me. I needed to have him. Needed to taste him. Deep down, I knew it was a bad idea. But I just couldn’t resist.

I did have to laugh though. My parents would be angry had they known just how much I had looked into him. The freshly graduated doctor was overworked and exhausted, which made for a firmer meat that had a bit more of a gummy texture unless it was well taken care of and relaxed properly; but that wasn’t anything some prep work couldn’t fix.

I was looking at my next meal.

“So, do you want to get a drink?” he asked after a few minutes of the harmless flirting, “there’s this bar down on fifth.”

“Sure,” I smiled softly in response. He licked his bottom lip as he eyed me up and down. For anyone that didn’t share my particular appetites, they would have assumed that he was just checking me out, probably imagining me naked for a romp in the sheets later. But I knew better as I had done the same exact thing. I was imagining him pre-portioned out, naked on my pristine worktable. Trying to gauge what would taste best. What dishes I could turn him into. The thoughts alone were better than sex. I would have a piece of him with me forever. My mouth salivated at the thought of what I was going to do, “I’m free tomorrow night if you are.”

“Tomorrow sounds great.”

“I can’t believe you used that corny pickup line,” I giggled as my hand slid on top of his. The look on his face as he caught my hand on his made him smirk. I bit my lip, trying to play it off as innocent and I removed my hand as I asked, “what? What is it, Steve?”

“Nothing.” he laughed with a shake of his head, “nothing…you’re just…cute.”

But it wasn’t nothing. I had seen how his eyes flickered on his hand, then to my own. I had done that same thing, pulled the same trick. He thought he had me right where he wanted me, eating out of the palm of his hand.

I could tell by the looks he gave me. He thought I was some innocent little flower that he could just pluck from the world. Some little thing that would go missing while the world continued to turn. From what I had told him about myself, I was his perfect victim.

I licked my lips, “this might sound crazy…I don’t know…maybe a bit too forward for a first date…but do you want to come back to my place?”

His eyes lit up, “really?”

I nodded, pretending to be the innocent little flower he thought I was. One that was slowly opening up her petals to him, “yeah. I mean, why not, right? They say that you only get to live once…so why not enjoy it? A-and I really like you…so I mean…”

At that, he grinned. It was a full-on Colgate smile grin as he watched me. He was quick to pay the tab, and the two of us were laughing, joking down the street as I walked the few blocks back to my city apartment.

“Faith…”

“Yeah, Steve?”

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked briefly. I gave him a smile as he stared at me, “I don’t want you to feel pressured into this…”

To which I leaned up on my tiptoes and kissed him. He smiled into the kiss, his arms quickly wrapping around my waist. I moaned against his lips when he playfully slid a hand around to my ass, cupping it. Breaking away from the kiss momentarily, I looked down the street, and pulled him into the alley.

He played right into it, pushing me up against the wall.

“W-we shouldn’t be doing this,” he murmured against your lips. I giggled, feeling his hands quickly shifting from my body to nervously fumbling with his own belt buckle. He was eager, but he was trying to downplay it, “w-we…Faith, I don’t want you to feel-“

“Shut up, Steve,” I giggled, playfully biting his lip just a little harder than necessary. He let out an animalistic groan and his eyes snapped to mine. I was turned on by the dark look he gave me. I felt a wave of arousal dampen my panties and I knew I wanted him as more than just a meal. I saw his intentions in that second. He wanted to eat me too…but I wasn’t just a meal to him either, “Make love to me, Steve.”

“Do that again and I’m cumming in you,” he warned darkly. Instinctively my thighs clenched, and he smirked, the air between the two of us becoming increasingly thick. I looked down and away from him, realizing that I couldn’t close my legs because his thigh was between them. I felt his heavy, warm breath on my ear as I continued to look down, “you like that thought, don’t you, sweetheart? Want me to cum in you…I barely know you…what if I was some sort of dangerous man?”

My breath hitched in my throat. I was all too lost in the words. All too lost in the humorous thought that you knew something he didn’t.

‘What if I was some sort of dangerous man?’

“What if I was some sort of dangerous woman?” I asked. He smirked again and I couldn’t stop the playful laughter that spilled from my throat, “how many women do you offer to cum in on the first date?”

The darkness in his eyes disappeared as he stared at me, before finally laughing himself. The two of us shared in the laughter until finally it died down, his forehead resting against mine. I looked back up at him, and I felt scared.

There was an emotion across his features I didn’t recognize. It made my stomach flutter and I felt guilt for what I knew I was going to do to him. But before he could so much as raise a brow and question it, I grabbed his face and pulled him into a searing kiss.

He melted against my touch as he kissed me back.

“Faith,” he moaned softly between kisses. I moaned in response as his hands traveled back around my waist, “Faith…we should-“

“My place?”

“Yeah.”

I woke up, the sun streaming through my nearly sheer blinds, and a firm arm wrapped around my waist. I had barely shifted when he wrapped it tighter around me, his lips kissing the shell of my ear sweetly, “lets just lay in bed and forget about the world. Let’s fuck away all of our responsibilities for the day.”

I shivered, the huskiness of his voice sending a ripple of arousal through me. He chuckled and my nipples pebbled underneath his touch as his hand slid from my waist, up my stomach, and over my hardened peaks until he gripped my throat softly. His other hand gripped my hip as he ground himself against my backside.

“I think I could convince you,” he smirked, delicately nipping on my lobe. I moaned, grinding back against him, “you think we should stay in bed all day, Faith? Just the two of us?”

“S-Steve…don’t you have work?”

I felt him shake his head from behind me, “I have the whole day free.”

“Lucky me.”

“Matter of fact…I have a weekend coming up off too, which is pretty irregular. I was supposed to take a trip for work, but they cancelled it, so I have the weekend off in about two months…we could keep talking til then…and then,” he muttered, “we could spend the whole weekend in your apartment if you want?”

I smiled, “I have a family cabin upstate actually…if you want to get away. You know, just the two of us.”

“Really?”

I nodded, smiling sweetly as he let me turn around in his arms, “well…it was willed to me when my grandfather died…so it’s really just mine…but sometimes when I need to get away from the city I go there.”

I could see the look building in his eyes. It was a wide-open invitation. And from what he knew about ‘me’ I didn’t have any family left. My grandparents had been the last ones, they, themselves having raised me after my parents died in a car accident with my brother. But they too, were dead.

I was his dream victim.

No family.

Secretly well off.

Now a remote cabin that he would ‘take over’ had I been an actual victim.

I could practically feel him salivating at the thought.

“A-are you sure? I mean, we just met, sweetheart?”

“What?” I teased, my hands sliding down his muscular chest, “are you worried that I’m some sort of dangerous woman, Steve?”

He smiled, “not at all, sweetheart…I’d love to have you all to myself for the weekend…let’s go.”

Chapter 2

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✧･ﾟ𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐃𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲︱𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐝, 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬︱𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐊𝐞𝐦𝐩 𝐱 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤!𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖.𝐂︱ 𝟑.𝟑𝐤

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ︱𝟏𝟖+, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐟𝐢𝐜, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞, 𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐦

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞︱𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐨! 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 <𝟑

You were one of Steve’s victims. He carefully chose you and watched you for several weeks which is longer than his other victims. It was safe to say he liked you.

He kept you.

You intrigued him. You were so obedient to him. So eager to please him in any way he desired. He was molding you to his liking and you allowed him, letting him morph you into his perfect little doll.

Never once did Steve hear a complaint from you. A serious one anyways. You didn’t care where he took you or which house you had to go live in, as long as he was yours. Every time you felt the bed dip next to you it felt like a breath of fresh air.

Lately Steve would come home very late or not at all. Normally it wouldn’t have bothered you but he doesn’t call nor give an indication he’s not coming. On the occasion Steve did come home on time he dismissed you and would head straight to bed with the excuse of having a long day.

“Darling?” Steve called out for you. “Where are you?”

“I’m in the living room!” You answered, turning off the t.v when you saw him walk in.

“There you are, I’ve been looking for you.” He said as he walked towards you, crouching down to be at eye level with you. His hand went to your knees, massaging them gently, “Listen I need you to stay at the other house for a bit.”

“How long?”

“Just long enough until I finally catch her.”

You were at the other house for an entire week. Alone. You tended to the other girls, helping them with whatever it was they needed while you pretended to be a victim as well. Steve didn’t even bother to contact you, not even to check up on the other girls.

Deep in your gut you knew something was wrong. Something told you he was treating her differently and there’s something going that you don’t know about, that Steve doesn’t want you to know about.

Thursday Night Steve sauntered in the door with a foolish grin on his face. You were chopping tomatoes when you heard him come in. Instead of running up to him with excitement in your eyes you stayed in the kitchen. You became aggressive with each slice, so aggressive there were dents in the cutting board.

“Why haven’t you been answering? I’ve been calling you,” Steve claimed. “What are you doing?”

“Feeding the girls,” You replied in a monotonous tone. “I need to make sure they’re healthy and getting the proper nutrients they need.”

Steve stayed silent for a moment, nodding off. “I need you to lay low–you know the routine.”

“Ok.”

Friday night you stayed in the room practically on the other side of the house. Steve left a bottle of wine, a book and a bubble bath to keep you “distracted”. What he didn’t know is you placed cameras in every single room in the entire house. Even outside in the backyard. You kept yourself busy this way, watching everything that went on.

You watched them tentatively with the glass of wine in your hand. Your brows were permanently furrowed and your lips were stuck in a frown. You felt the pressure in your molars build up to a painful intensity from the harsh grinding. You looked like you were ready to attack. You only relaxed when you saw the girl pass out and fall off the couch. Thank god.

You still had to stay in the room the entire night for god knows what. You changed the view from camera 3 to camera 6. Steve was supposed to be gone and asleep with you but instead he was in the corner of the room on a chair, patiently waiting for her to wake up.

Surprisingly it didn’t take her long to wake up. Only about an hour. When she did Steve talked to her delicately and even went as far as to comfort her. You barely even noticed her room looked different from the others.

Your face dropped when you realized Steve was treating her differently. He was treating her like how he treated you. The glass shattered in your hands from the rage. Wine, glass and blood splattered everywhere on the bed and you slammed the computer shut.

The next morning you begrudgingly left the room to eat breakfast with Steve. It was a much harder task than you expected. You were beyond hurt and he was oblivious to that fact. Though you didn’t let it blindside you.

“You know that empty room where the girls are?” You started leaning your head on his shoulder.

He leaned his head on yours, nuzzling it lovingly. “Yeah, what about it?”

“I was thinking maybe I should go in and pretend I’m one of them. I’m assuming you’ll be busy for a while and it’d be nice to talk to them.” You took a deep breath and played with the hem of his shirt.

You could tell he thought about it, “I will be busy…. And her friend is starting to look for her. I don’t see why not.”

It was almost too easy.

You were right next to the girl, otherwise known as Noa. It was the same talking to these girls but you got to make up new stories each time, twisting the dark truth. You had started to drown out her voice when she said a certain sentence that made your ears perk up.

“God I can’t believe I slept with him.”

Your heart fell out of your body and into the depths of hell. “What? You had sex with him?”

“Yes, haven’t you?”

“No,” You lied.

Tears pricked in your eyes and the lump in your throat felt like a sword cutting through you. Flashes of them in bed seeped into your mind, plaguing you. Steve had sex with Noa. She got to enjoy him. She got to feel him and touch his body. She gave him the pleasure only you were supposed to give him.

You continued this facade for several days in a row. You completely disregarded Steve and you had no idea how much it affected him. He missed having you shower him in kisses when he walked past the front door. He missed the weight of your body when he slept.

Steve saw you leaving your actual room with yarn and crochet needles in your hands. He softly grabbed your upper arm when you walked past him.

“Hey you,” He chuckled.

“Hey,” You said, avoiding his eyes.

“I’ve missed you darling,” He squeezed your arm. “You know you don’t have to be in there all the time.”

“I know.”

Steve’s eyebrows cinched together, “What’s the matter bug? Why have you been so distant?”

“Surprised you even noticed,” You scoffed. “Considering how much time you’ve been with Noa.”

“Oh so this is why you’re off,” He said in realization. “Darling listen you’re the only one I want, this one is a little bit more difficult.”

You rolled your eyes,” Yeah sure she is, fuckin’ prick.”

Steve was taken aback at your tone, you never talked to him like that or called him names. “What did you call me?”

You looked straight into his eyes, repeating yourself. “A fucking prick.”

You tried to leave but his grasp didn’t allow you. He pulled you closer to his body a bit too harshly for your liking. “I’m going to let that slide once. Next time I won’t, got it?”

You nodded in response. Steve was satisfied with your answer, you could tell because the corner of his lips slightly went up. He closed his eyes and started to lean in, expecting a short sweet kiss. Instead of giving in you turned away.

Steve’s tongue poked his cheek and disappointment went through him. He gripped your cheek with one hand and he brought his face down. “Bad girl.” He kissed your lips forcefully and let go with a loud ‘pop’ sound. “I get all the kisses I want. You know better than that.”

At least he still cares, you thought. Otherwise he would’ve let you go scotch free.

“Don’t go back in there,” He warned. “Or at least not yet.”

“Why?” You curiously asked.

“I want to spend time with you,” He responded. “I want to spend time with my wife.”

Wife. The word always got you going. You looked down at your ring and smiled. You were his wife. The girl he chose to spend the rest of his life with.

You let him guide you to the couch. Steve sat down and playfully yanked you on top of him. His arms snaked around your middle and he sloppily kissed your neck. The giggles that erupted from you made him smile against your neck.

He really did miss his wife.

“Stop that tickles,” You laughed, pushing him away. “Steve!”

His head left the crook of your neck and settled on top of your shoulder. “Ok, ok, I’ll stop but I’m not letting you go.”

You leaned back into him as you started to crochet while he turned on the T.V and mindlessly watched it but at one point he got bored. Naturally Steve started with massaging your inner thighs, that always got you worked up.

Steve’s hands ventured upwards and your legs spread open like second nature. His hand went under the waist band of your panites and he cupped your dripping cunt. Your legs locked around his hand and the yarn almost fumbled out of yours hands.

“Don’t mind me, keep going.”

You listened to him and kept going. He made things more difficult when he started to play with your clit very slowly. Every so often you would stop and try to remember what was next. But it was so damn hard when he touched you like this.

“My dumb baby,” He mockingly cooed. “Can’t even focus when Daddy’s playing with you huh?”

“No,” You whined as your head fell back. “I can’t help it, it feels s’good.”

“I know baby, I know.”

You moaned when he slightly applied more pressure. His hand snuck up to your throat and he squeezed the sides. Pleasure shot through your lower body all the way to your legs with each circle.

“F-faster please Daddy,” You breathily said.

“Why should I?” He teased, still keeping the same pace. “Give me one good reason why and then I’ll think about it.”

“Because I want to cum Daddy,” You answered as you grinded against his hand. “I need it so bad, please.”

“Yeah? What does that say about you?”

“That I’m a needy slut.”

Steve smirked, “Exactly baby, you're just a needy slut.”

When Steve’s fingers sped up you let out a relieved sigh, “Thank you Daddy.”

You lost yourself in the pleasure. It had been too long since you last been touched and you would do anything to cum. You gripped Steve’s thighs hard as your orgasm approached. Tears welled up in your eyes from the overbearing euphoria.

“M’gonna cum,” You wanted him. “Please don’t stop.” Your body shook against his hold as your pussy spasmed around nothing. The tears that had built up had flowed down as you sobbed in ecstasy.

Steve pulled his hand out and popped his fingers into his mouth. “Almost forgot how sweet you taste.”

Steve grabbed the yard and threw it across the couch. “Wow I didn’t know yarn could be so heavy.”

You spun around in his lap, leaning in to capture his lips. “You’d be surprised.”

Your hands went to the hem of Steve’s shirt, tagging on it to signal you wanted it off. Steve took the hint and peeled his shirt off while you unbuttoned his jeans, lowering them down along with his boxers down to his thick thighs.

“So eager today aren’t you?” Steve grunted out when you started to pump his cock.

You stopped and grabbed his cock, aligning him at your entrance “You love it though don’t you?” Steve wasn’t able to respond because you sank down on him slowly until he was all the way in. You kissed him to swallow both of your moans.

“Jesus you’re so big,” You mewled when you started to bounce. “Fuck.”

“I missed your pretty pussy,” He moaned. “I haven’t been taking good care of her.” Steve could feel your wetness seeping out of your cunt and down to his balls. He started thrusted upward, making your toes curl.

“I can feel you right here,” You whispered as you grabbed Steve’s hand and placed it on top of your lower stomach.

Steve lifted your shirt up and saw the outline of his cock bulging out. “Fuck baby, right here?” He pushed down on it softly.

“Yeah,” You murmured. “You make me feel so good. I love your cock Daddy.”

Your walls clamped around his cock continuously that he could barely move. Steve knew he wouldn’t last long but he needed you to cum with him. He spread your ass cheeks apart while also using it as leverage to lift you up.

Steve set an inhuman pace, the only sounds coming from the living room were moans and his balls slapping against your skin. “Baby I’m not gonna last long, I need you to cum.”

“I’m not gonna last long either,” You hazily muttered out.

Steve had lost himself in you and let out little whimpers. “Please baby,” He screwed his eyes shut. “Be a good girl and come for Daddy.”

“I’m cumming!” You squealed against him as your walls spasmed around him. Mere milliseconds later and you felt Steve’s cum shooting into your abused cunt. His pace significantly slowed but his balls felt so full he continued to pump into you.

Steve stopped his actions and leaned his forehead against yours. Though he’ll never admit it this was his favorite part of sex, the closeness he felt towards you after he finished. As much as he wanted to stay with you the entire night he did have to go back to work.

“He still loves me!” You beamed as you picked up your yarn.

You marched towards Noa’s door, determination and love coursing through your veins. You forced a kicked puppy dog face before entering the room.

“Y/N?” She questioned as she looked up. “Why are you here?”

“Steve sent me here, he said to go to you to see what he does to bad girls.” You answered, settling down next to her. “What did he mean by that?”

“He’s going to start cutting you apart,” She replied sullenly.

You pretended to be in shock, horrified by what's never going to come. “Why would he do that?”

“Because he’s fucking crazy.” She spit out. “Y/N we have to kill him before he kills us.”

This time you were actually in shock. You whipped your head up and looked at her like she was crazy. “H-How?”

“He likes you right? He’s always taking you out of the room and doesn’t chain you up.” She started to ramble. “You have to do it Y/N, you’re our only hope.”

“No,” You calmly responded. “I won’t do it.”

“Why not?!”

“What kind of wife would I be if I did that?”

Noa’s eyes widened in surprise, “Wife? You’re married to him?”

You didn’t respond and slowly pulled out a knife that was wrapped around your yarn. “Of course I am. Why else would he let me roam around the house?”

“What are you doing?” She worriedly asked when she saw the sharp knife.

“Don’t worry I’m not going to kill you. I’m going to cut the restraints and let you go but before you leave I made some dinner for you.” You responded, cutting the restraints. “You deserve to be free.”

“But what about the other girls?”

“They’re already gone, I set them free just a couple hours ago.”

You could tell she barely trusted you. Yet she stood up and followed you out of the room. When she arrived in the kitchen there was no food, her heart quickened as her fight or flight responses kicked in.

“The food is in the fridge, relax,” You advised her. “There’s some water if you want some.” While you looked in the fridge you heard a loud thud. Bye bye.

Just as you expected she had drunk the water and the drug knocked her out. Good thing for you she was easy to drag around the house. You got her all the way to the room where Steve does most of the cutting, it reeked of rotten flesh. You gagged and almost dashed out of there but Noa was still alive.

“How should I do this?” You thought aloud. You wanted it to be quick, easy and mess free.

You finally chose your method and got it over with. After you were sure she was dead you started to cut her piece by piece to send her off. It was tedious and boring. Not to mention the clients wanted very specific parts. You boxed every part except for one.

You used it to cook a very special dinner just for Steve. You cooked with all your love for him and hatred for her. At the end you were proud of what you had made considering you had no clue where to start.

“Darling I’m home!” Steve called out.

You had just finished setting the table when he entered, “You came just in time, dinner’s ready.”

“Smells really good, new recipe?” Steve hummed in satisfaction from the smell.

“Yeah and I decided to use my own twist, tell me what you think.” You sat down as you watched your husband devour your meal, muttering compliments with a full mouth.

“What is this anyways? The meat is really tender, I can never get it like this.”

“It doesn’t taste familiar?” You asked, “you’ve had this before.”

“I seriously have no idea, I thought this was a new recipe.”

“And it is,” You stated.

“So then what is it?”

Noa’s heart,” You answered with a sweet smile.

Steve dropped his fork, “Excuse me?”

“You’re eating Noa’s heart,” You repeated, more sternly this time. “I killed her and cut her piece by piece. Now you’re eating her.”

Steve’s jaw clenched and his eyes hardened, “Why the hell would you do that?”

“Are you mad?” You were calm and collected unlike Steve who was about to blow up any minute.

“Yes I’m mad! What kind of question is that?!”

“You thought she was different, Steve and that she was like you. But you are so wrong. She was clever enough to make it seem she was like you-”

Steve began to cut you off, “You had-”

“Don't cut me off!” You yelled and startled him. “Steve, she was never going to accept you for who you are. Noa wasn’t going to love you like I do. Do you think she really was going to give you everything? Give you the life you want?”

Steve stayed silent, allowing you to continue.

“Honey, you married me for a reason, remember? I am the girl for you.” Your hand made its way to his thigh, squeezing it. “You’re not going to push me to the side like a piece of cake. I let you eat off of me, who can say that? If you think you’re going to be happy with some normal girl there’s no way honey.”

“I didn’t think of it that way,” He finally said. “I shouldn’t have let myself get carried away.”

Though you were smiling it didn’t reach your eyes, “I’ll let it slide this time. If I find out you had sex with another girl I will completely lose it. You don’t want me leaving you don’t you.”

“No of course not, why would you even say that?” Steve said frantically.

“Good so we’re on the same page then.” You softly pecked Steve’s lips, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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lokiskitten · 2 years

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Steve Kemp | unusual dish

Steve Kemp x fem!reader

plot : in order to survive your kidnapper sick and murderous tendencies, you agree to submit to one of his offers : feast on human meat whilst allowing him to watch. Though things take an unexpectedly inappropriate turn.

warnings : mention of human flesh and blood, cannibalism, voyeurism, exhibitionism ( lowkey?? ) masturbation ( male ), dub-con, slight sadism

For the amount of time you had spent within Steve Kemp’s basement- a man you once trusted and respected- you had only been deprived of a small piece of your leg, your quadricep, which you felt both thankful for and curious about. The next door girl would always complain about how she slowly watched more and more of her silhouette disappear, yet never once had Steve taken away any of your limbs nor any part of your body that could make it look like you had been deprived of a piece of your humanity. You could tell that he was offering you some kind of privileged lifestyle amongst his work, yet you were far from imagining what Steve had planned ahead for you this evening.

Sitting down on the mattress of your cell, face buried against your hands, you were pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of the door of your atypical room unlocking before sliding open. You looked up, eyes meeting Steve’s before you took notice that he wasn’t carrying any form of plate nor distraction with him. He had came empty handed, simply leaning against the frame of your cell’s entry as he stared down at your meek self. The silence was soon to make you feel uncomfortable, mind wondering if he had finally decided to put your body to good use by cutting it up and sending the pieces to his sick customers throughout the whole world.

When Steve started to step towards you, your body flinched just so slightly mostly out of fear he might attempt to overpower you in any way. You backed away as your kidnapped kneeled down in order to reach for the lock of your chain, your eyes never drifting off his silhouette as he proceeded to slide the tie out of the hook deeply engraved into the ground. “Are you gonna kill me?” You asked shakily, successfully catching Steve’s attention who’s hands now toyed around with the other end of your chain. He looked up at you, a chuckle escaping his lips as he felt amused by the stereotypes you visibly carried within your fearful soul. “No. I got other plans.” He answered before getting back up to his feet, gently pulling onto the chain which was still connected to your wrist in order to let you know that he also desired for you to stand up- like an owner would with his dog.

You had no other choice but to obey, legs slowly aligning as you made sure to keep some sort of protective distance between the two of you. Being too close to your abuser was something which made you feel vulnerable, not to mention the stitches on your thigh which still hurt even though Steve made sure to offer you painkillers with each of your meals. He smiled at you, taking a step forward as his hands made sure to tighten the grip he already had on the chain in order to guarantee you wouldn’t be able to step back. You remained still, locking eye contact with Steve who was still smiling as he admired your facial features. “Are you gonna be good?” He asked, a demand that led you to realize that the cannibal definitely didn’t plan on taking you to the operation table. Whenever it was his intent, the girls usually left their cell dropped onto his strong shoulders whilst screaming and kicking for their life as they were carried down the long corridor.

But not this time. Steve was gentle, visibly offering you a chance to peacefully follow him out of the room you were constantly kept in. Face to your meaningful silence, another chuckle escaped the cannibal’s lips as he loosened the grip he once held tight on the chains. “Let’s go.” He purred, waiting for you to step ahead before he could follow after you in order to make sure that you wouldn’t attempt to backstab him. By pure instinct, you began to slowly direct yourself towards the exit of the basement, earning no form of contradiction coming from Steve which allowed you to guess that it was the right path to follow. After reaching up the stairs, the man pulled his set of keys out of his back pocket before proceeding to shove the right one within the lock, twisting it a few times in order to lead the door to open.

You stared down at the jingling pieces of metal like a dog would stare at and drool over a good piece of steak, longing for them and perceiving them as the ticket to your freedom. Though before you even got the chance to get over the idea of stealing them away from him, the door gently swung open which pulled you out of your thoughts. You looked up at Steve, fearing that he might’ve noticed the way you eyed his keys and take it as a warning sign not to trust you. But the man remained silent, raising his eyebrows just so slightly as if he was asking you why you weren’t proceeding to step forward and exit the basement. Gasping, your weak legs proceeded to take you out of the underground area of his house- the door shutting close and locking behind the two of you.

“It’s right ahead.” Steve affirmed on a soft tone, once again directing you through his home and that even if you were the one standing in the front, leading the walk. You now got the occasion to take a better look at the decorations which adorned his habitation and that even if you remained aware that there was no way in hell that you’d manage to escape him in these conditions. The best you could do was submit and avoid drama, earn his trust and hopefully a few more favors from him. Once the two of you entered the kitchen area, your eyes immediately settled on the mutilated leg which rested on the countertop, a sight which both petrified and disgusted you. Face to your visible state of shock, Steve chose to step ahead whilst allowing an amused laugh to escape his parted lips.

“0h, I know. I know. Quite unusual for you, I presume.” Steve affirmed. You felt like gagging, but the shock had thankfully sent you into a state of temporary paralysis. This man repulsed you, all of his being and everything he represented. “Now you may be wondering why I brought you up here.” He started as he now stood a couple of feet away from you, though his hand remained tightly holding onto the other end of the chain which directly connected the two of you. Ignoring the raw leg resting on the countertop, Steve went to take ahold of a filled plate which rested by the sink before making his way back to you. The cannibal was still smiling, behaving as if this situation was perfectly casual and that no boundaries were being crossed by anyone. It made you feel even sicker.

The man led you to his couch, allowing you to sit down on the soft material whilst he kneeled down in order to secure your chain by tying it locked and sealed. Though you were too busy loosing yourself through your own thoughts to take notice of where Steve had chosen to tie you, many questions rushing through your mind which were often followed by a handy jump to a conclusion. By the time you started to wonder why the man had visibly cooked dinner for you like he usually would- yet this once dragging you upstairs to eat for a reason you couldn’t seem to figure out yet- Steve had taken a seat on the couch which faced yours, left arm extended on the luxurious material as his blue eyes devoured your facial features. He was terrifyingly calm.

You sat there, drowning in both anticipation and anxiety as Steve made the silence last. You could hear his respiration, the sounds his mouth made whenever he chose to lick his lips or swallow his saliva, and all of those elements reunited had you crawl under pressure. Thankfully, the cannibal finally agreed to speak up in order to offer you the explanation he had promised you barely a few minutes ago back in the kitchen. “I cooked for you. I want you to eat, and allow me to watch.” This statement made you frown out of confusion. Something about this deal felt wrong, and you honestly had a hard time believing that you would get away- and hopefully earn more favors- by fulfilling such an easy task.

“That’s all?” You asked, eyebrow now raised to put your doubt on display. “That’s all.” Steve replied on a soft tone, taking a few minutes to look at you before leaning forward whilst allowing his hand to reach out for the glass of wine waiting on the coffee table- which he had obviously prepared before your arrival within his luxurious living room. Meanwhile, you sat there in silence. Your eyes had dropped down to the steak which lifelessly bathed within the sauce present in the dish, a gentle gasp escaping your organism as you started to wonder what- or who- Steve had decided to serve you. “What is it?..” You ended up asking shyly, secretely fearing a specific answer that would be a name. The man took a sip of the dark beverage, a gentle smile still showing on his face as he agreed to put his glass of wine to the side for now in order to grant you with an answer.

“Melanie.” Your heart stopped. The answer you had apprehended the most had just escaped your kidnapper’s lips. Your body wanted to gag, yet it was unfortunately taken hostage- once again- by the shock which currently sent you in a state of temporary paralysis. Ironically enough, you couldn’t seem to get your eyes off the piece of cooked meat. “She spent her lay days here drugged with morphine, to get rid of the parasite toxins.” Steve began, earning a few head shakes coming from you. “No.” You spoke weakly, a form of denial which didn’t turn out to be strong enough to stop the cannibal through his track. “Once it was time for her to go, I made sure to save the finest pieces of meat in a barrel filled with salt and truffle impregnated rice.“ he pursued out of pure sadistic intent, this once his words being too much to handle for your already shocked and distraught self.

Your hands moved up to your ears, eyelids shutting close as you continued to shake your head out of heavy disapproval. “No, no, no… I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to hear any of it.” You begged, earning a sigh from the disappointed cannibal. Steve enjoyed sharing the secrets of his success with you, and the fact that you visibly didn’t feel much flattered managed to upset him. “Don’t be so dramatic.” His tone was now stern. “It’s a pure, exquisite and sophisticated dish.” Steve affirmed as your moist eyes finally looked back in his direction. You were on the verge of tears. “Now go ahead. Have a taste.” The man demanded with a smile, behaving as if he was speaking to a toddler who was refusing to eat his meal for whatever reason. Face to your immobility, Steve made an effort to add another source of motivation. “For me?”.

Your eyes dropped back down to the coffee table area. “I dont.. have any stencils?” You remarked, striking no form of concern out of Steve. “You won’t need them.” He affirmed, allowing you to understand that he wanted you to get to it bare handed. The thought of touching what was once a young girl disgusted you, and you believed that it was outrageous for the man to ask you to do such a gruesome thing. But you were stuck here with no other choices if you desired to survive longer than the other inmates- a perspective which was just enough to help you make up your mind. Steve relaxed in his seat as he watched you reach down for the medium rare cooked piece of meat which you lifted above the plate, waiting for the sauce to have dripped off the steak before you could take ahold of it with both hands.

You gathered enough strength and courage to lift it closer to your lips, the scent now penetrating through your nostrils and that even if it was against your will. You recognized the subtile touch of truffle Steve had previously referred to, jumping to the conclusion that your dish would therefore probably taste the same as it smelled. It did help your mind forget about the fact that you were about to commit the unforgivable, yet it wasn’t enough to fully camouflage the meat as an animal and not a piece of human. The cannibal watched you from where he sat, teeth biting down on his bottom lip as he waited for you to take a great bite out of the meal he had spent hours preparing for you. His hand clenched against his thigh, forming a fist which represented the great amount of frustration he currently felt due to how slow you were through the process.

Though part of him secretly enjoyed it, seeing the whole matter as a tease he could fantasize over and therefore not as an issue. The truth was Steve hadn’t just generously offered you dinner. He had offered himself a show he longed for and was desperate to watch. When you took your first, shy, bite out of the piece of meat, the cannibal shivered upon watching you chew the nutrients with difficulty. Though Steve tried his best to remain calm and transparent, hand still forming a fist which allowed him to drain part of his frustration out of his organism. However, it would soon be growing inefficient. Meanwhile, you fought for your life trying to get the piece of meat down your throat as both your mind and body refused to collaborate. Though you knew that you couldn’t afford disappointing your host, and if it meant that you had to finish every last bit of this meal to earn a few extra favors, as well as his trust, then it would be worth it.

“How is it?“ Steve asked, earning a shy and silent look from your disgusted self. You watched as a powerful smile appeared on his facial features, the man nodding gently. “Delicious, isn’t it?” Since the beginning of the evening, Steve hadn’t stopped playing a question-answer game which was seriously starting to get on your nerves. But again, you couldn’t afford to disappoint him. A moment of inattention was enough to feel shocked by the unexpected sight that was the cannibal slowly unbuckling his belt- his eyes never getting off your silhouette and that even if his new gestures had you stop through your messy track. Upon taking notice of your immobility, Steve’s hands went motionless as he raised his eyebrows in a questioning manner.

It didn’t take long for you to understand what your host was truly looking forward to, this overall situation now earning much more sense after Steve’s behavior had just brushed the remaining bits of doubt and blur away. This inappropriate sight broke your heart. How could a man who once was so nice, caring and charming could turn out to be such a monster? A man you thought you could trust and love, and that for the first time in a while. But with a snap of his fingers, Steve had put an end to your daydream. “Are you gonna rape me?” You asked, wishing to put an end to any form of doubt right here and now- and that even if it included risking to hear a response you didn’t necessarily look forward to.

A chuckle escaped Steve’s lips as he finished to unbuckle his belt, leaving his pants alone for now as he allowed his hands to drop on each side of his thighs. “Ah.. no. No.” He answered, a smile still portrayed on his face as he looked around his own living room in order to stretch his neck and eyeballs. Though he ended up making eye contact with you again, a sigh escaping his lips as he stared at your anxious self. “Nah, honey. The only person I’ll be touching tonight… is myself.” Steve affirmed, a response which managed to relieve you from part of your stress whilst the rest of your organism still hung onto the bad feelings you were currently experiencing. Even if you felt reassured about the fact that he wasn’t going to touch you- and that only if he was a man of his word- you didn’t feel so keen on watching him pleasure himself.

Not being able to stand his oppressing stare any longer, you chose to go back to your heart wrenching activity that was shyly devouring a piece of another- now dead- human being. At least, you wouldn’t have to make eye contact with him and hopefully avoid being flashed once he would choose to pull his cock out. If the flavor was greatly bearable, similar to pork, the image which came along as you chewed always gave you a hard time to swallow the mashed piece. It felt as if it was never ending, as if the steak was regenerating itself every time you found enough strength to take a bit out of it. Now, if you weren’t having fun, Steve on the other hand was just getting started. His cock twitched within his pants as his blue orbs watched a drop of blood drip down the corner of your lip- a side effect to your beauty which definitely convinced him to get to the good bit.

His lips formed a round shape as he proceeded to slide his zipper down, offering his right hand restricted access to what lurked within his underwear. His palm moved in wave motions against his crotch to offer his genitals a satisfying massage, shaky breaths escaping his mouth here and there as each bite you took out of the meat led chills to appear on his covered legs and spine. Not being able to resist any longer, Steve detached his bottoms from the sofa in order to be able to slide his pants down to his mid thighs before sitting back down, eyes remaining focused on you as he pulled his slightly hardened length out of his briefs. The blood which flowed through his veins was still working on reaching his shaft and allow it to harden fully, a process which took too long in Steve’s opinion and which led him to attempt to hurry things up by pumping his member thoroughly.

You could hear his panting and nearly inaudible moans from where you sat, curiosity currently battling with fear and disgust as you swallowed another rough piece of your task. It felt like chalk going down your throat, your organism refusing to take in something which was once and remained human. Though it didn’t take long for your eyes to flicker slightly upwards, switching from staring at the table to Steve’s crotch which was currently being stimulated by its own owner. The shape was nice and even, a few veins being perceivable from where you sat. Finding out that he was so properly composed nearly had you regret not sleeping with him when you once had the chance back then- before all of this mess took place- though it was now definitely too late for both you and your brain to engage in such an inappropriate activity with such a gruesome man.

“You’re doing such a good job, baby.” He praised, being a fool for believing that those few words would manage to change your mind regarding the status he had in your heart. “Finish every bit of it.” Steve requested, emphasizing the last words out of sexual frustration and partly due to his contracted abdomen. You chose to ignore his comments whilst still following his indications, your eyes finally perceiving an end to this overall nightmare as the meat finally appeared to reduce between your hands. Your tongue slipped out of your mouth, licking around your lips in order to get rid of the juices which had spread around that area as you had been asked to eat without stencils, nor were you offered a napkin to use. It was easy to understand that Steve had perfectly planned this little live porno session, adjusting the surroundings as he pleased in order to earn specific consequences and reactions from you depending on his previous strategical choices.

Steve’s jaw dropped lightly, his lungs now receiving air straight out of his mouth rather than his nose in order to compensate the amount of energy he was wasting away jerking off to the sight of you. This situation was nothing but exhilarating to the cannibal who had managed to reunite two of his main fetishes as one : women and human meat. For the first time in a while, you agreed to look up at his eyes to make sure he wouldn’t start believing you were longing for his cock by staring at it for too long. His jaw was clenched, a single vein popping out of the side of his tensed neck as he continued to move his hand in upwards and downwards motion, again, and again, and again… Eventually, the former surgeon would make a pause at the top of his shaft in order to offer his tip some extra stimulation, a move which you noticed always made him shiver. You didn’t know much about male pleasure and the way it worked- and that mostly due to your lack of experience- but you could tell that stimulating the cock’s head appeared essential within a good masturbation session.

Right as you were about to place the last bit of meat in your mouth, which currently stood as the key to your deliverance, you were unexpectedly stopped by your host. His words made you flinch. “Wait! Wait.. just.. wait-“ he appeared more tensed than he originally was, hand now pumping faster than it ever had so far as Steve closed his eyes in order to visualize extra images- on top of the one he had before himself- which would help him come. Meanwhile, you sat there feeling quite confused about his sudden change of behavior, not being able to tell anymore if he wanted you to eat it all or leave that last bit to the side for whatever twisted reason. Though it all became clear when Steve suddenly stopped through his excited track, face and abdomen clenched.

White, sticky semen sprung out of his urethra at a reasonable pace, the few generous drops either rolling down his shaft or staining the black pants he was wearing. You watched in near awe, managing to appreciate the sight before your eyes since, after all, Steve remained a very good looking man. Though it didn’t excuse any of his behavior, and nor were those eight seconds of witnessed orgasm enough to have you forget about what he did. It didn’t take long until his cock was done twitching and pulsating, though Steve continued to give it a few pumps as he fell back into the couch in order to make sure he would’ve completely emptied his balls. His eyes rested on you again, chest heaving up and down as he was soon to glance at your fingers still holding the last piece of meat.

“Go ahead. Eat it.” The cannibal ordered.

Your girl’s back at it again with another imagine! I hope y’all managed to enjoy this one too. Please take care and have a lovely day/evening/night <3

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extremelyblackandwhite · 2 years

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one more time | steve kemp

pairing: steve kemp x dark!reader

summary: steve kemp has always loved to toy with his prey, so does she.

warnings: smut (18+), oral (female receiving), dirty talk, swearing, mentions of murder, poisoning, drugging, dark themes, fresh spoilers

based on j2′s version of baby one more time

< sequel to toxic

when i’m not with you i lose my mind. give me a sign. hit me baby one more time ...

She had left him there, with hands and feet bound and her panties shoved in his mouth; not that he could particularly complain about the later. He’d lost count of how many hours he’d been there, in his own trap in the darkness thinking of how he could possibly get away from the bindings. He had his scalpels somewhere in the room, but with the darkness, he couldn’t see where they could be. There was also the possibility of his wife coming to check on him after she realised he’d been gone for too long; yet, if Y/N was as smart as she appeared to be, she could easily hide in the house and avoid her. As of right now, he was fucked and under her control, whatever it was she wanted to do.

It was almost as if she knew he was struggling against his bounds, as she merely acted like everything was fine. She’d taken hold of the vintage collection of vinyls he had in a wick basket by the vinyl player, merely dancing sometimes or laying down on the couch to listen to them with her eyes closed. Whatever it was that she did, Steve could only listen to the muffled music and picture how she looked while dancing. She would always end up dancing with him whenever he went around her house. He thought it was the sweetest thing and right now couldn’t decide if he wanted to see if she was dancing or if he wanted to get out of here. He was gonna get out of here, there was no question in that. She’s smart but he’s done the criminal bit for way longer than that little dumb bunny had.

He waited in the dark, thinking of how he could miss the tendencies she displayed now. She had always been so sweet, so considerate, so damned innocent he’d get hard at the mere thought of fucking her in the restaurant restroom. How could he have imagined that his little bunny would have the mind to feed him poisonous mushrooms and then drug him with his own drugs? It could’ve not fit his mind, he couldn’t have seen it coming. That wasn’t his fault, it wasn’t his fault he was here. Yet here he was, in the dark waiting for her to return which she did in what felt like an eternity later.

- Did you raid my closet, baby? - his eyes adjusted to the light, seeing her out of her blue dress and into one of his black shirts. She smiled at him, locking the door before her like she always did before softly turning on the lights. - Making yourself comfortable in my home?

- Whenever I don’t find a limb, yes. You do have a very nice shower. - she leaned against the wall of mirrors. - I do have a question for you.

- Why wouldn’t you? - he rolled his eyes.

- I was looking through your drawer ... - she fumbled with the documents she had in her hand which he couldn’t exactly see what they were. - Is there something you’re not telling me?

- I think you know everything, baby.

- Do I, Steve? - she started throwing documents at him which he soon noticed were identification documents. - Or is it Brendan? Which one is it, honey?

- Wouldn’t be fun if I told you, baby. I think I’m owned that.

- You were going to kill me. - she walked fast towards him, her hands on her hips. - Did you just expect me to let you do it?

- You’re such a fucking brat, baby. I wasn’t gonna kill you straight away, you were my favourite after all.

- How fucking fantastic, honey. - she rolled her eyes. - Have fun rotting down here.

- At least leave the lights on, will you?

She strutted away from him, unlocking and locking the door back again. Maybe not that smart, he smiled to himself as he heard her climb back up the stairs. She was starting to get bored, there wasn’t much to do in the middle of nowhere and it wasn’t like she couldn’t go anywhere. Not when she had no idea how to use Steve’s car and she also didn’t feel like leaving him rotting down there until someone came to find him. Not that anyone would as she suspected anyone who got inside this house probably ended up inside his fridge which was something she would have to get rid of at some point. Right now, it worked as leverage which she could use if she needed to call the police.

Y/N didn’t exactly know what she was gonna do. She had stuff prepared for if he tried to harm her, but she didn’t exactly wanted to kill him. She liked him, even with how messed up he was. She’d seen worse, after spending 5 years as a neuroscientist, you go through some pretty bad scans and she was happy to admit he wasn’t the worse case of psychotic she’d seen before. She didn’t want to fall on the “Fixer Syndrome” but she’d always liked to investigate interesting psyches. Besides, she had really enjoyed their relationship; he’d always been kind and sweet to her during their time together.

She sat on his couch with a glass of red wine; he did at least feed his victims good wine, she had to give him that. The wine and a book was enough to have her occupied for two hours until she realised he was too quiet. There wasn’t much she could hear from the soundproof wall but every once in a while, she could hear the sound of his head banging against the wall. She furrowed her brows, putting the glass and book to the side before making her way downstairs. Her hand shakingly touched the door knob once there were no more sides and she took caution as she entered the basement.

- Steve? - she took a step forward, looking around for him yet he seemed to be nowhere. Fuck. - Branden?

Before she could panic, she felt a grip on her upper arms before being thrown against the wall, a sharp object put to her throat. His azure eyes bore into his, a clear lust of being back on control present in the baby blues. Stupid bunny, he told himself.

- Shouldn’t have left the lights on, baby. - he pressed the scalpel further into her neck. - Bad, bad, mistake.

- If you’re gonna kill me ... - her hand wrapped around his wrist to move it slightly to the side. - That’s where my jugular is, honey.

- Why won’t you be a good girl and accept defeat? You gave it such a good shot, baby. - his hand caressed her face, pushing her hair away from it.

- You first. - she slightly tilted her head to the side.

- I could just rip your fucking heart out, baby. I would shut up if I was you and just take all of this like the good girl I know you can be.

- And what’s the fun in that?

She’s crazy, he thought. She’s fucking crazy and he’d never been more turned on by her. Why wasn’t she afraid? She should be afraid by now, she’d seen everything and now had a scalpel up to her jugular, the same exact vein she’d led him to. She’s psychotic and he’s turned on by it, specially with his bruised bites on her neck and the fact she smelled like him, wearing his shirt. Fuck it, he can get rid of her later.

- If you’re gonna kill me, at least do it.

- God, why won’t you shut up?

He forcefully kissed her. It wasn’t soft, it wasn’t sweet like it normally yes when he came to visit her. It was teeth and biting, it was finally being in control where he belonged and he was gonna ensure those soft lips of hers were gonna get marked by him. He bit down on her lip, finally a moan of pain erupting from her throat as blood poured down from the open wound.

- I don’t think you have a way out of this, baby. - he liked the blood which had spilled out clean, groaning as he did so. - Taste so fucking good.

The scalpel dropped to the floor as he replaced it with his own hand, tightening his grip enough to slightly impair her airflow. She always looked her best like this, helpless at his command, looking at him like she depended on him. She did, no one would fuck her as good as he did, no matter how much she searched. Heck, not even she could fuck herself as good as he did. Bastard.

He kissed her once more, her lip bruised from the bite but he could care less. He was in control now and he was gonna do whatever he wanted. His lips lowered down from hers kissing and leaving bites down her neck and cleavage. Fucking minx, in his shirts, knowing what it’d do to him. Her hand buried in his hair as he continued to kiss down her body down to her navel.

- You want me to eat you out, baby? Hm?

- Fuck you. - she gritted through her teeth.

- I said be a good girl. - he bite her teeth strongly enough to illicit a reaction from her. - Don’t play tough, baby. I know how much you like it when I lick your pussy. After all, why would you act like a fucking whore on our first date?

- You and I ... fuck ... - she moaned as he kissed up her thigh. - You and I remember that date differently.

- No, I don’t. - he kissed the fold between her thigh and her core. - I remember you fucking moaning for me while I ate you out under the table.

He chuckled at her state, running a line down her pussy with his knuckles, his stubble rubbing the skin of her thigh raw. He liked doing this, teasing her with his knuckles, drawing circles on inner thigh enough to stimulate the idea of it. She was also so desperate for it, his little personal slut. He chuckled onto her skin before starting to lap at her cunt like a starved man. A high pitched moan was all he could her as she grabbed his hair, pulling him further into her, each lick gaining a moan from her.

- Fucking little slut. - he groaned against her pussy, flicking his tongue over her clit before plunging it into her hole. Her nails scratched his scalp, her head against the mirrors, fogging it with her own body heat as he lapped at her juices.

- Steve, fuck, Steve, please.

- Fucking beg me. - he took his tongue from her, plunging her instead with his fingers and adopting a painfully slow pace. - Look at me and tell me, baby. Who is in charge, hm? Whose pussy is this?

- Please ...

- Wrong answer, baby. - he stopped moving his fingers, her walls clamping against them clearly wanting release. - C’mon, tell me. Whose pussy is this, baby?

- Yours. - she mewled. - Fuck, Steve, it’s yours.

- You fucking tie me again, baby ... - he returned to eating her out. His tongue flipping between sucking her clit and licking her pussy. - And I’ll slash your little fucking throat. Behave, baby.

- Please. - she begged as he inserted two fingers inside of her again, continuing his choice between sucking and licking her. She knew what he was doing, and she knew she was about to come. Her walls were contracting against his fingers in an inconsistent manner and her breathes were starting to get more irregular. - Oh ... fuck.

Her abdominal area tightned and released, a moan leaving her mouth and jaw open as he continued to lick her juices. Once he considered himself done with his work, he kissed her.

- Fucking taste yourself, baby. - he kissed her once more. - Best thing I ever tasted.

- Am I supposed to take that as a compliment?

- You’re supposed to take my cock, that’s what you’re supposed to do. - he thrusted into her, giving her no time to recover from her orgasm. - Maybe I’ll keep you alive, tied in my bedroom, my fucking living sex doll.

- Steve, please ...

He pistoned in and out of her, at this point it was as if he were an animal, letting out all his pent up aggression on her. She didn’t seem to care, her nails digging into his skin as he continued to thrust into her, the sounds of skin slapping against one another only further exacerbated by the echo of the room. His cock always felt delicious to her, big and girthy enough to rub against all the right places but right now he didn’t care about her pleasure. He was merely chasing his orgasm, one hand wrapped around her neck and another around her waist, moving her like he wanted until he came inside of her. His cum ran down her leg, staining the black shirt. Fuck, he should leave her like this, in his cum stained shirt, like a little good fucking girl she was.

She smiled through her breath, her fingers trickling up and down his arm in an almost loving manner before he felt a prickle on his side. His eyes widened as he felt all control of his body dissipate and soon enough he was falling to the ground. He was awake, he could see and he could hear but he couldn’t move a single muscle in his body. She cleared her lip from whatever blood was still spilling with the back of her hand before kneeling down to him.

- I hope you don’t mind, honey. - she smiled, caressing his face. - I thought you’d do this so I started bringing some aconite with me. You’ll be alright, just motionless for a bit.

He kissed his cheek before going back to her feet, a finger running down her leg to collect his cum before she innocently sucked on it. Y/N smiled at him before closing the door and returning upstairs. He might be smart but she was smarter. She put on one of his cardigans before making her way back to her wine and her book. However as she was about to sit down, the bell rang.

Her gaze moved to the door. He couldn’t have possibly called anyone and it was weird anyone would come to the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night. She got up from the coach, grabbing a meat cleaver from the knife block from the kitchen and putting it behind her back before she padded to the door warily. She opened the door to see a blonde woman who met her with an equal amount of confusion.

- Can I help you? - she smiled, gripping the knife behind her back.

- Yes ... hum, my brother, Steve, he lives here.

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✧･ﾟ𝐎𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲︱𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐊𝐞𝐦𝐩 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭?

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬︱𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐊𝐞𝐦𝐩 𝐱 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤!𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖.𝐂︱ 𝟔𝐤

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ︱𝟏𝟖+, 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐟𝐢𝐜, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐦 & 𝐟), 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭, 𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚, 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞︱𝐈 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭! 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 <𝟑

Steve Kemp was all you ever thought about. He often appeared in your dreams whether it was him pounding you deep into the mattress or just the two of you. Alone. In your shared home.

Originally you didn’t want to pursue a medical career in reconstructive surgery aka plastic surgery. The minute your eyes met Steve’s you pushed aside your dream to make a new one. To you he was the definition of sex on legs. It was extremely difficult to focus on his actual teaching than his hands, the way they moved and how prominent his veins were, running up all the way to his forearm.

You’ll never forget on your very first day you waited until all the nurses were gone, claiming Dr. Kemp needed you to watch a patient fresh out of post op. They believed you, obviously. After you heard the doors close you checked once more before going to the computer. You quickly typed in Steve’s name in the files and everything popped up.

Name: Brendan Steve Kemp

DOB: 12/06/1986

Age: 36

Height: 6’5

Address: 4924 Hilltop Haven Drive

Primary Phone Number: 609-377-4444

You quickly typed everything down in your phone, quickly locking it afterwards with a password. You went to the history and deleted it, leaving no trace behind. Fear was the only thing that kept you from digging deeper in that moment.

Back home you stalked him for what seemed minutes to you but in reality was hours. You tried finding everything you could about him. Who his family was. If he already had a wife and kids. Where he goes on vacation. You analyzed everything your own two eyes saw.

Your FBI investigation went on for 2 hours. You found out he has a wife. Or used to. They divorced exactly one year ago but there was no sign of kids. The only thing you found strange when you initially tried using Steve Kemp, nothing showed up. Not even when you searched for his name at the hospital.

It was like Steve Kemp didn’t exist.

From there you had to act like it wasn’t a nightly recurrence every time you saw Steve. Like right now. The two of you were currently in the OR room while you assisted him in another breast augmentation.

Steve’s assistant came into the O.R room, lowly talking to his ear. You weren’t able to hear what it was about, too concentrated on the scalpel in your hand slicing through your patient's breast. Steve was holding the implant in his hand but you were waiting for him to finish up.

“Oh shit ok,” Steve muttered while he rolled his eyes. “Something came up, would you mind finishing up?”

“Dr. Kemp I-I don’t think–I’m not sure if I’m able to do it,” You stuttered out.

“Listen I know it’ll be your first surgery alone,” He said, passing the implant to the surgical nurse, “it’s a breast augmentation, you’ve helped me with these tons of times. I’m sure you’ll do great.”

“Ok,” You breathed out, nodding your head. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Dr. Kemp.”

“See you tomorrow Dr. L/n.”

“Clamps,” You ordered, sticking your hand out.

You finished the surgery a lot earlier than the majority of the staff thought. It wasn’t rushed. It was like you’ve already done this a million times before.

“Done already?” Nurse Nancy questioned while she looked at the patient who was being transported back into her room.

“Yep.” You replied in a monotonous tone.

“But I thought Dr. Kemp left?”

“He did.”

Her eyebrows furrowed in together and she looked at you questionably. “But isn’t this your first time?”

You mirrored her confused expression, laughing, “Is that an issue?”

“No, no, no,” She quickly assured you. “It’s just unusual to finish that fast especially for a first timer.”

“I guess it was just beginner’s luck.”

2 weeks later the patient had come back to get the bands taken off. You were supposed to be there. Instead you were hunched over on your desk, out like a light. Unfortunately you’ve been doing continuous 24 hours shifts and you’ve barely had any time to sleep.

Steve smiled to himself as he saw you asleep. It briefly reminded him of the time he was in your position, more dead than alive from sleep deprivation. He quietly approached you and tapped your shoulder.

“Dr. L/N,” He said as he tapped your shoulder again. “Wake up.”

You barely opened your eyes as you turned around to see who woke you up.

“There you go, good morning Sunshine or should I say good afternoon.”

You felt groggy and slightly nauseous from the long nap, “What time is it?”

Steve checked his watch, “It’s 5 o’clock.”

“Christ on a stick,” You whispered to yourself as you turned off your computer. You’ve been asleep for 5 hours and practically missed the whole day. Your stomach rumbled loudly and it caused Steve to laugh.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this tired and hungry at the same time,” You added as you got up from your chair.

“Too tired to grab a bite?”

You froze momentarily, afraid you heard him wrong. “A bite? Today?”

He chuckled, the wrinkles around his eyes became prominent. “Yeah today unless you don’t want to of course.”

“No, no I would love to but isn’t it unprofessional?”

“No it isn’t trust me,” He assured you. “It’s only unprofessional if it’s during our shift.”

“Ok sure,” You gave in. You sure as hell weren’t going to miss the opportunity. “Let me go change.”

“I’ll be in the waiting room…waiting,” He said, stepping out of your office.

You bit your lip in contentment, silently squealing to yourself. You made a beeline to your locker, grateful you always keep clean clothing. You struggled to change, too nervous and excited for this.

You came out and met Steve at the waiting room. He wore a red sweater that hugged his thick corded muscles perfectly that you never knew he had. You’ve seen him wear that exact sweater countless times in his photos but seeing it in real life was completely different. You wanted to drag your hands on the material, stopping at the hem to pull it off of him.

“You look different without your scrubs,” You said as you got closer.

“Oh god I hope I didn't disappoint.”

You could never disappoint me. “No, I like it. A lot.”

A pink flush colored his cheeks, he turned his head away, clearly not used to being able to accept compliments. “Thank you.”

Upon arriving at the restaurant you didn not expect Steve to sit next to you at the booth. The close proximity was all you could focus on. Especially how close your thighs were to touching. The cologne he wore had now become your favorite smell, wishing it was your oxygen.

“I checked on America, the patient you finished the breast augmentation on and you did amazing,” He complimented you. “Are you sure it’s your first time?”

“Mhm,” You confirmed while nodding your head.

“I mean it looks like there isn't going to be a lot of scarring, there was no sign of infection and she barely has any discomfort.” Steve rambled on, amazed.

“Oh that’s because I placed it over the muscle instead of under,” You responded as you took a sip of your drink. “That way the muscle isn’t stretched out and still intact for when she goes to replace them or just take them out. It doesn’t mess up the product.”

Steve flinched back hearing the word product, “The product?”

“Yeah, the final product. Like the final outcome of the whole surgery.” You explained. “What else would it be?”

“Nothing I just got confused,” Steve brushed it off and he continued to finish eating.

Steve drove you home that night. It gave you the perfect opportunity to place a tracking device in the car while you pretended you dropped your keys on the ground. The only reason you placed was because you drove by his house earlier in the week and he wasn’t home.

Steve is always home by 9:30 and this time he didn’t show up for almost 3 days. There was no other place he could’ve been at. He wasn’t at the hospital. He didn’t post anything about being anywhere else.

You wore cucumber under eye patches to help replenish them after the lack of sleep. While you waited for the timer to be over you strided to your bed, jumping on it. Your hand grasped your computer and you opened it to the app the tracking device used.

He was driving at 45 mph, the usual speed limit. You didn’t see any road names you recognized. You zoomed out to see where exactly he was. Steve was nowhere near his home. You watched for 15 minutes until the timer went off and you peeled off the eye patches.

You left to go to the bathroom to finish your nightly routine with questions invading your mind. Where was he going? Was Steve going to see his ex wife? Did he have a girlfriend you didn’t know about?

When you came back you saw he stopped moving. He was parked outside an apartment complex. Curiosity got the best of you when you saw that he spent over an hour there. You got an uber back to the hospital to take your car after you had lied to Steve it was in the shop just so you could be with him.

After taking countless turns you passed the complex and parked at a safe distance. You stayed there for what seemed hours. Until you saw Steve come out with a girl closely behind him. You didn’t recognize her or have even seen her before.

Tacitly, you got out of your car and hid behind a wall. You tried to listen to their conversation but thanks to the person walking past you, you weren’t able to hear anything. The only thing you heard clearly was,

“See you later Noa.”

It was followed by a short quick kiss.

You felt your heart drop to your stomach and then your stomach dropped to your feet, seeping into the depths of the earth. You were filled with ill fitting rage, feeling your stomach acid rising to your mouth. You wanted to appear from behind the wall and shove your fist into her face, letting her know Steve was yours.

You peaked from behind the wall and you saw her waving Steve goodbye as he drove off. You needed to know more about her. And most importantly know what the hell she was doing with Steve.

You stepped away and walked fast right towards her direction. In distraught you approached her, your hands visibly fidgeting to mimic anxiety.

“Excuse me,” You said, catching her attention. “I was hoping I was able to use your phone to call somebody? Mine died and I have no idea where I am.”

She took her phone out of her pocket, passing it to you. “Yeah of course!”

You entered your phone number and acted like you were worried no one was answering. “Come on,” You repeated as you chewed on your nails.

“Damn it!” You cursed as you handed back her phone. “They didn’t answer but thank you for letting me use your phone.”

“No problem but if you want you can try again or call someone else.”

“I called the only person I really knew,” You sighed. “From personal experience don’t ever go on Tinder dates, they’re the absolute worst.”

“Tell me about it,” She chuckled, relating to you. “If you want I can get you an uber.”

“No it’s fine but thank you,” You declined her offer. “Maybe I can still make it in time for the bus.”

During the drive home you couldn't help but let your mind drift to Steve and the girl that you know as Noa. She was pretty but you could tell she was awkward. The only thing that killed you was that she was nice, leaving you with no true reason to hate her besides the fact she and Steve possibly have had sex.

Arriving home you ran to your computer, using Noa’s phone number as a guide to find everything about her.

Address: 362 Central Plaza APT 406

Phone Number: 609-555-0413

At first you huffed, disappointed so little came up. It wasn’t useful information. That’s what you get for using the internet. You went onto the program your brother uses at work. He’s a detective and gave you full access to it for the sole reason of trying to see if your future dates are possible killers.

You typed in her name again, this time pleased with the results.

Status: Active

DOB: 2/15/1994

Eyes: BRO

Hair: BRO

Height: 5’7

Address: 362 Central Plaza APT 406

Phone Number: 609-555-0413

Occupation: Unknown

Parental Status

Father: Deceased

Mother: Active

You wanted to take a look at her social life, what she does, where she goes, who she hangs out with, where she’s from.To find that out you went on Instagram and typed in her name.

There you found out she really only hangs out with a woman named Mollie. From the looks of it she didn’t post much or did much. If she were to ever go missing there was a big possibility she would never be found. In fact no one would even notice if she even did go missing.

From that night you kept tabs on Noa and Steve simultaneously.

You didn’t hang out with Steve again until a couple days later. He invited you to the new karaoke bar a couple blocks down. The two of you were sitting close to each other, already tipsy.

“You know I didn’t strike you as a guy to go to a karaoke bar,” You said, downing your drink.

“A karaoke bar is the perfect place to be right after a long day of work. You get to sing, drink and dance without being in a room full of underage girls drunk off vodka crans,” Steve proclaimed as he searched for a song.

“Well I guess you’re right,” You shrugged. “Though a vodka cran does sound good right now.”

“We’ll get you one after you sing this with me.” Steve started to grab your hand and pulled you up from the small sofa.

“No Steve, I can't sing. I sound like 3 cats are dying inside me,” You protested as you allowed him to pull you.

“Y/N we’re at a karaoke bar,” Steve said in a duh tone. “So what were you just going to sit there in hopes you weren’t going to have to sing?”

“Yes?” You flashed him a guilty smile. He gave you a half amused look, “Steve don’t give me that look.”

“You and I are going to sing,” He pressed play and handed you the other mic. “Whether you like it or not.”

While you were singing your part, visibly cringing when your voice cracked Steve had gone behind you. He placed his hands on your hips and guided you. Sadly his hands left your body and went the opposite direction you went in. It wasn’t long until Steve spun you around and placed his arms on yours hips once again as yours snaked around his neck.

The both of you continued this way, singing horribly as you kept intense eye contact. You felt like you were two puzzle pieces, fitting perfectly with each other. It all felt right. You were meant to be in his arms.

You don’t know how long this went on but all you knew you never wanted it to end. The ride home was a blur. All you remembered was Steve’s lips crashing into yours as he kicked your front door shut.

The two of you blindly ripped the other’s clothes off during the trip to your room. You pushed him on the bed, crawling on top of him. His large warm hands gripped the back of your thighs, massaging them as you kissed his neck.

“Holy fuck,” He moaned out when you bit down.

You continued your trail of sloopy opened mouth kisses until you reached his boxers. Your eyes flickered up as you licked his adios belt. It was the most erotic sight he’s ever seen.

Your hands skimmed under the waistband, “Take these off.”

You frantically pulled them off and you were met with his huge, throbbing cock. Your mouth watered at the sight of beads of pre cum leaking from the angry red tip. “God you look good enough to eat.” You grabbed his thick cock as you licked the tip, moaning at the salty taste.

Steve propped himself on his shoulders as he watched your head bob up and down. Your mouth felt like heaven. Your tongue swirled around his tip that made him jerk into your mouth.

“You look so pretty like this,” He breathed out as his hands went behind your head, phishing you all the way down on his cock. “Your mouth stuffed with my cock.”

The second he felt your hands cup his balls he knew he was a goner. His head fell back as he let pleasure overtake his senses. He subconsciously bucked his hips up, softly fucking your face. You felt the head at the back of your throat, momentarily making you gag.

“As much as I’d love to fuck your face,” He slid your face off of him and broguht you up on the bed with him. “I’d rather fuck this pretty pussy instead.”

Steve manhandled you so you were under him. His lips joined your again as he brought his tip to your entrance, teasing your wet hole with it.

“Stop teasing and just fuck me,” You whined agasint his lips.

“Your wish is my command,” He whispered as he pushed himself in, inch by inch.

When he bottomed out the both of you moaned in pleasure, your back arched off the bed and your breast grazed against his smooth chest, adding more pleasure. Steve gripped the bedsheets in his hand as he tried to hold on the dissipating control.

Your hot silken walls gripped him like a vice. His eyes were squeezed shut as he not only let you get adjusted but him as well. After a minute passed he started with shallow thrusts as his right hand explored every inch of your body. Your eyes were squeezed as your fingernails engraved into his shoulder blades. With every drag of his cock your walls fluttered around him.

“Faster Steve.”

He leaned down towards your ear, his breath fanning on the shell. “You’re going to take what I give you. I want to watch you slowly fall apart on my cock. Got it?”

“Yes sir.”

He watched as your breast bounced with each drive of his hips. The whines and pleas that escaped your lips spurred him on, bringing him closer to his release. He took pity on you and his hands snuck between your bodies. His thumb strummed your clit back and forth as he drove into you, kissing your cervix.

“Oh god!” You sobbed out, your nails racking down his back.

His thrusts slightly faltered when you clenched around him. “I know, baby. It feels so good doesn’t it?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” You chanted out when he started to pick up the pace. “Please–just like that.”

“You’re milkin’ me baby–fuck.” Your lower half started to meet his thrust, your body desperate to cum. “I don’t think I will ever let this pretty pussy go. No one will ever feel as good as you. No one will ever look this fucked out.”

His words that fled his mouth kept pushing towards the edge, ready to freefall and let yourself go. Hot tears flowed down your face as he kept fucking you, the overwhelming pleasure paralyzed your body and mind.

“I bet there isn’t a single thought left in your head huh? Nothing but a cock drunk slut.”

“Yes…you’re cock drunk...slut.” You babbled out. “Please let me cum.”

“Please what?” He asked as his pace remained the same. “You didn’t ask nicely.”

“Please sir let me cum! I c-can’t take it anymore.” You begged as the navy blue sheets twisted in your hands.

“Go ahead baby, cream my cock.”

Your body went stiff, your legs trembling as you let your orgasm wash over you. Ripples of pleasure became crashes of waves as he counted pounding into you with need. White overtook your sight as you kept screaming out Steve’s name until he stilled into you, ropes of white cum dripping out of your hole.

You didn’t get to see the sheer joy painted on Steve’s face when he pulled out as he watched the mixture of each other’s cum slowly drip out of you. You passed out almost immediately from the drinking but mostly the ecstasy he gave you.

“Poor baby,” He cooed as he watched you softly sleep. “You got fucked to sleep and we barely had any fun.”

Steve laid down next to you after he cleaned you up. He turned on his side as he watched you peacefully sleep. His finger traced the outline of your body, admiring the softness your body held. His fingers would linger on the more meatier parts, more so your thighs. When he felt himself getting tired he pulled you close to his chest and rested his chin on top of your head.

“Goodnight Sunshine.”

In the morning you felt two strong arms hooked around your thighs and soft waves of pleasure surging throughout your lower half. As you gained consciousness you realized it was Steve between your thighs and his tongue circling your clit slowly, savouring you.

“Good morning Sunshine,” He greeted, never once lifting his head. “Finally awake, I was wondering how many orgasms I was going to pull out of you.”

His lips latched onto your clit, sucking harshly as his tongue continued to create circles on your clit. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, a strangled cry getting caught in your throat. His finger danced around your entrance and he pushed a finger in.

You clamped down on him instincelty and it reminded him of last night and the way your cunt was wrapped around him. With his thick fingers rubbing on the spongy spot that made your legs go like jelly and his tongue around your clit, it all started to build up.

Still being sensitive from last night your orgasm approached rather quickly. Even more so now that you know you probably already had an orgasm previous to waking up. When Steve hummed around you, the vibrations shot straight to your core and triggered your release.

“Oh fuck. Steve!” You cried out, riding out the orgasm that hit you like a truck.

You pushed Steve’s head away when you noticed he wouldn’t stop. You used your trembling arms to push yourself up as Steve climbed back on the bed.

“I couldn’t help myself, Sunshine. I was dying to taste you,” He quipped, leaning in to kiss you. You tasted yourself on his lips and lowly moaned. “I wish I could have you for every meal.”

Blissed out, you looked at Steve hazily, smiling at him. “Could say the same thing about you.”

After a short silence he took a leap of faith, “Why don’t you come over to my place tonight? I’ll cook us a nice dinner.”

“You can cook?” You playfully teased.

“Yes I can cook and tonight I’ll prove it to you.”

“Better give it all you got Loverboy.” You challenged.

“Oh I will, trust me.”

You left the house around 6 with Steve. You wore a black dress that had a bow on the front and ended at your thighs. It was long sleeved, which you weren’t used to wearing.

You listened to him ramble about who knows what as you tried to finish typing an email. “Damn it I don’t have any service,” You cursed, trying to finish the email.

“Oh don’t worry there’ll be better service once we get to my house.”

You kept driving and driving. It almost seemed never ending. The drive was full of twists and turns, no longer seeing the outskirts of the city but instead the green scenery of the forest. The sky was turning dark, its pink and orange hues fading away.

From a distance you can see the outline of a secluded house growing bigger. Your eyes slightly squinted and you tilted your head in confusion. Steve shifted the gear in park and opened the door, slowly getting out of the car.

“You live pretty far,” You pointed out as you got out of the car. “Do you really drive this far every day to get to the clinic?”

“Yeah but it’s worth it. Nothing beats fresh air.” He replied, getting your bag out of the trunk.

“If you say so…” You sang.

You took a closer look at the house, it was practically a castle to you. Not to mention the greenery that surrounded the house that captivated you. “Wow, it's beautiful.”

“Thank you,” He quipped, placing his hand at the small of your back, guiding you into the house.

The inside of the house was slightly more underwhelming. There wasn’t much furniture or decoration a traditional house would have. You shrugged it off as the house being too big and that it was meant to be spacious.

You followed him all the way into the kitchen, shyly standing behind the kitchen island. When Steve opened the refrigerator door a waft of a sweet rotten smell penetrated your nose. It smelled like the cadavers you used to work on.

“It may not look like it but I’m actually a great cook,” He closed the refrigerator door with his hip. “This will be the best pasta you’ll ever have in your life.”

“Best pasta huh?” You playfully asked. “What’s your secret?”

The secret is,” He says, opening the meat package. “The meat is especially selected and is taken care of very carefully.”

“Must’ve been expensive,” You commented, your eyes flickering between him and the meat.

“I know a guy.”

You tentatively watched Steve cook, admiring him while you chewed on your lip. You kept small talk but you didn’t pay much attention to his words but only his voice. Even with his back turned you could see his facial expressions and the lines that appeared on his forehead.

“And voila,” He slid the bowl of pasta with meatballs across the island. He served himself another plate and then walked over to take the seat next to yours. He was eager for you to try his food, have him complement how divine the food is, more so the meat.

“I thought you were a vegetarian,” You remarked as you looked at his plate. “Unless it’s not animal.”

“It’s not animal, it’s tofu.”

You grabbed the fork and cut into the meatball, jabbing your fork in as you brought up to your mouth. As you chewed on it you couldn’t help but notice it was much more softer than you were used to, you can feel it slipping between your gritting teeth. It was fattier.

“This is…surprisingly good,” You praised, digging in to eat the pasta.

“I told you so,” He stated. “I can’t believe you doubted me.”

“You’d be surprised at the amount of people I’ve dated claiming they can cook and then have it be the complete opposite.”

“That’s because you haven’t met the right one,”

“Until now,” You whispered, twisting the food on your fork.

“What? I didn’t hear you.”

“I said not yet,” You sadly smiled at him.

The two of you quickly finished dinner, setting the plate on the dirty side of the sink to be washed tomorrow. Another song played from his playlist and caused him to stop washing the dishes and wipe his hands on the towel that was settled right next to him.

“Oh I love this song!” He beamed, “Come dance with me!”

You stepped into the living room, standing 4 feet away from Steve. The two of you began to dance, flowing perfectly with the beat. The two of you were perfectly in sync, you were practically his reflection.

“Let's go have a drink shall we?” Stece suggested, already guiding you to the living room.

You stood by one of the couches, staring off the wall. You could see Steve making two drinks from your peripheral view. Turning your head, you faced a painting or what was supposed to be a painting on one of the walls. Before you were able to approach it, Steve came up behind you with the drinks.

“Here, try this.”

You turned around to face Steve, accidentally dropping your phone in the process. “Damn it,” You cursed under your breath.

He started to bend down, his hand reaching for your phone, “I’ll get it for you.”

“I’ll grab your drink,” You offered, taking his drink from his hand.

You thanked him when he came back up with your phone, You handed him back your drink and the both of you walked over to the couch, each sitting on a separate couch.

“I tried something new and I want you to guess what it is,” Steve bantered, taking a sip of his drink. “It’s an old fashioned with my version of a twist.”

“How many tries do I get?” You playfully asked, giving in to his little game.

“However many you need.”

You took your first sip and you took your first guess, “Apricot?” Steve shook his head no, taking another swing. You tried again, “Peach?”

“Close but no.”

You huffed out in frustration as you took your third and final try. “I know what it is, nectarine!”

“There you go!” Steve cheered with his fists in the air. His body started to slump deeper into the couch, his legs spreading even further. “Tell me something about yourself other people don’t know.”

You looked up, pretending to think of something while you sucked in air through your teeth. Your eyes diverted back to his, a smirk forming at the corners of your lips. “Did you know I’m utterly insane?”

Steve’s brows furrowed together, “What?” He felt himself going in and out of consciousness, his eyesight becoming hazy.

You got up from your side and plopped yourself next to him, your arm draped behind him. “Are you ok? You seem out of it.”

“What’s…going on?” He slurred out, his head falling forward. “I don’t feel so good.”

“I know baby, I know,” You cooed while your thumb stroked his cheek. “But shh, go to sleep. I’ll be right here in the morning.”

Steve’s head fell forward as the drug took full effect. His body went limp under you, you watched him fall off the couch and onto the ground.

“Now comes the hard part,” You wiped your sweaty hands on your shirt to gain a stronger grip. You grabbed Steve’s soft hand and began to drag his body across the place, all the way into his room. Somehow you were able to bring him up on his bed, laying him in a starfish position. You wandered around the house, opening up every cabinet and drawer you found until you finally found what you were looking for. Restraints.

You were close on giving up when you opened the last drawer and found the restaurants you were looking for. You happily took them and skipped all the way back to the room.

“You look so pretty when you’re sleeping,” You complimented him while tying him to the bed. You tugged on them three times for one good last measure. You kissed him goodnight before leaving, “I’ll see you in the morning honey.”

You came back in the morning, hearing masculine yells from inside. “Wow, so dramatic,” You rolled your eyes. You unlocked the door, rushing to Steve’s room. The screams crescendoed as well as the sounds of metal tugging.

“Let me go!” Steve yelled when he saw your shadow approaching. “Let me fucking go!”

“DId we wake up on the wrong side of the bed today?” You asked, leaning against the door frame.

“No! This is supposed to be you! Not me!” Steve screamed, tugging harshly on the restraints.

“You think I was going to let you drug me?” You scoffed, crossing your arms. “You think I was going to let you cut me piece by piece to be eaten? Because you’re surely mistaken.”

Steve opened his mouth to protest but you began speaking before he could even get the first syllable out.

“Don't even try to deny it! I saw you yesterday when you were making the drinks.” Steve closed his mouth shut. “Wonders what the human eye is capable of.”

“I almost think it’s sweet you fed me human meat,”You added, smiling sweetly at him. “I know how expensive product can get.”

“You’re fucking crazy,” He mumbled out.

You swallowed the last 5 steps that were between you and Steve. “Just like you.” Your pointer finger dragged across his jaw, “What you don't like that? You don’t like that I’m just as fucked up as you are?”

Steve preferred his victims were good, compliant and messed up. But he never knew how much he loved meeting someone just like him, completely deranged alone but perfectly normal to the outside world.

“I do,” He admitted, swallowing thickly from being dehydrated.

“Of course you do,” You darkly chuckled. “If you promise to be a good boy I’ll let you go. Don’t try to pull a fast one on me, I’m one step ahead of you. I’ll always be.”

“I promise.”

“Good,” You chirped, releasing his hands from the restraints. “Let's get you something to eat, I’m sure you’re hungry.”

Steve rubbed his wrist as he followed you into the kitchen where there was already breakfast made. Hot steam rised from the food and created a delicious aroma. He sat down on one of the stools, loudly gulping the cup of water.

“How did you know I was going to um cut you up?” He asked, taking a big nite of sausage.

“Easy. First of all this isn’t your actual house. You actually live 5 minutes away from me on Hilltop Haven Drive.” You started. “Second of all if you really lived out here it’s suspicious you get any work done with no internet or service. Steve, honey you’re predictable.”

“No I’m not,” He grumbled.

“Yes you are,” You insisted. “I mean come on, when I searched for you on the internet nothing showed up. No social media, no email, nothing. Steve might not show up but Brendan does.”

He stayed silent, allowing you to continue. “The other thing is you made me a drink and you made sure I wasn’t looking. The last thing was I saw splotches of blood on the wall and a severed thumb by the cabinet.”

“How long have you been stalking me?”

“It’s not stalking,” You rebutted, “I just kept a close eye on you.”

“Oh that reminds me I brought a present for you!” You cheered.

“What is it?” He questioned, getting up to follow you.

“Come and see.”

He followed you all the way to where his victims were. You slid the door open, revealing a passed out Noa chained to the wall. “Surprise!!”

“Wow,” Steve said, his eyes glued on Noa in shock. The whole situation had him in shock, from you tying him up to bringing him another victim.

“Do you like it?” You asked, scared you might have gone too far.

“You did this for me?”

“Everything I do is for you,” You truthfully answered. “I want to be perfect for you even if that means getting my hands dirty.”

Steve looked at you with adoration. Initially he was thinking of potentially keeping Noa because he thought she was just like him, different. But now seeing the lengths you’ve gone to for him, it made his heart skip a beat.

“I love it,” He responded, kissing your temple. “In fact I might never let you go.”

You pecked his lips, “Perfect.”

You turned to look at Noa, cocking your head to the side. “Now let's see how many pieces I can cut you into.”

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