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#steve kemp smut
buckysburdens ยท 2 months
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make the pain go away
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pairing: dark!steve kemp x curvy!reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader, mention of dark!stucky x curvy!reader.
warnings: steve's raging odaxelagnia. p in v smut. mention of blood. m receiving oral. โ€œpuppyโ€ as a pet name . 18+ only. dark dark dark. if i'm missing something that needs to be tagged, please let me know!!
words: 1378
notes: this was supposed to be a smutty steve drabble. i genuinely do not know what happened or how it turned into this. i'm not saying it's part of fawn, but it can definitely be read that way. ๐Ÿซฃ
thank you in advance for reading. as always, comments and reblogs are more than welcome and so appreciated. let me know if you enjoyed this. ๐Ÿ–ค
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You hiss pathetically as you feel his teeth digging into your soft thighs. Your eyes squeeze shut as you fist the sheets beneath you, doing your best to resist the urge to push at his head, to get him away. You know better. Your knees are both bent up, you feet flat on the bed as Steve lays in the space between your legs. His hands are wrapped around your thighs as he keeps you close and in place, his long fingers digging into your plush flesh as he squeezes you.
You breathe out heavily, sighing into the feeling. You can feel Steve's smirk as he hears it as a moan. God, maybe it was.
His tongue lavishes the spot where he bites before he sucks harder. He lets go after a whine escapes you and your legs twitch.
He kisses his mark on you softly, the indent of his teeth branding you. Just the way he likes. The pain twists to pleasure as he licks the bite mark, long and slow, savoring the taste of your skin. He hums his delight, his nose nuzzling along your thigh and the feeling sends a wave of arousal through you, your body tingling as heat burns under your skin.
He moves up your thigh, his tongue dragging along your sensitive flesh as he does. He is closer now to where you need him to be, but not quite there yet.
"Doing so good," he praises, voice low as his fingers tickle your thighs with his light squeeze of satisfaction.
You suck in a breath as you prepare for his next bite. You want to scream as he bites down harder this time. Your inner thighs, as sensitive as they are, are already marked from his torment. The feeling of your blood warms your skin and it could sicken you how normal that feeling has gotten.
It was scary the first time he broke skin, you had cried but Steve took care of you after. And he has every time since.
He's here to take care of you, that's what they say, that it's his job. It hurts at first, but he'll make sure you're better in the end.
Steve's teeth let go of your flesh before he licks the wound and crawls a hand closer to your cunt. You're so caught up in the pain of his marking and the pleasure of his fingers finally touching you where you need it, you stop thinking completely.
The fingers of his left hand play with your clit teasingly as his right hand holds you thigh and allows himself all the room he needs as he mouths at and kisses the marks he's left. It's primal and yet you can still feel the restraint he uses. He could tear you apart if he wanted to...if he was allowed to.
Your eyes are screwed shut as his fingers move faster and he sucks on your blemished thigh. You're not thinking as you wind a hand in his hair.
Steve moans at the feeling of you gripping onto him, but that sound is overshadowed by the deep growl that emanates from across the room.
Your eyes shoot open as a chill runs through you, goosebumps raising on your skin.
"Don't fucking touch him," Bucky barks the rule as his icy blue gaze burns you.
You let go of Steve immediately, snatching your hand back as you look over to Bucky. Your eyes are filled with your apologies and an unspoken plea for forgiveness.
He leans further back into his chair, his hands on his thighs as he sits with his legs spread wide, his eyes hard as he watches on.
You can see the tightness of his dark jeans as his own arousal is evident through the fabric.
You suddenly feel Steve tongue as he licks along your cunt, spreading your wetness with his saliva. You lips part on a startled moan but you don't dare to look away from Bucky.
He's amused now as he huffs a laugh at you. He stands slowly before he walks over to you, neither of you breaking eye contact.
Bucky bends over the bed to be face to face with you while Steve buries himself in your cunt.
"You have something you wanna say to me, sweetheart?"
You're struggling to stifle your moans as Steve eats you out, completely ravishing you. You open your mouth and a soft gasp of a moan tumbles out as you continue looking at Bucky, "I-" you inhale sharply, once again fisting the sheets rather than Steve's hair as he licks and sucks on your sensitive clit. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Bucky," you manage to get out.
Bucky pats your head, tilting his as his lips quirk up in a smirk. "I'm sure you are, puppy."
You hear the buckle of his belt as he undoes it with one hand himself, still refusing to look away from him. Then you hear the zip of his jeans before he pushes them down some. He backs away briefly as he stands up and you finally let your eyes leave his as you look down; you watch him pull his stiff cock from his pants before he pumps himself once, twice. Your thighs twitch again and your hips threaten to buck off the bed in search of more pleasure from Steve's mouth as you writhe.
"Be a good girl and show me how sorry you are while Dr. Kemp finishes your check up."
He lifts a knee onto the bed and your turn your head further to him as Steve slips two fingers into your wet pussy, paying no mind to Bucky as he enjoys himself. You move as the bed does as they both rearrange themselves. Steve pushes down his pants before lining up his throbbing cock to your tight hole.
"Open, " Bucky orders. You do as he says. Obedient, as you always are. You stick your tongue out as Bucky guides his thick cock to your mouth. Tapping his tip on your tongue before sliding into the warmth of your mouth. You moan pathetically around him as Steve finally pushes into you, your velvety walls squeezing him tight in your pleasure and earning a throaty groan from him as he rocks into you. "Still so fucking tight," he grits out, his large hands gripping your soft waist as he begins fucking into you. Slow at first, but moving faster, keeping long strokes.
You suck on Bucky's cock just the way he likes and his moans are as much a relief as they are delightful, each noise that escapes them both sending more heat to your core.
"Fuck," Bucky pants a laugh, "you've missed having two cocks inside you at once since Stevie's been away, haven't you, sweetheart?" he taunts as he holds your head. "Don't worry, doll. He'll be back soon. Then maybe we'll see how much you like getting fucked by three at once."
Your walls tighten despite yourself as you take in his words and Steve fucks into you harder, "She likes the idea already," he grunts, not holding himself back as he has his way with you.
"Yeah? You think you can take it, baby?" he asks. Bucky thrusts into your mouth to punctuate his question as you garble around his length and he holds himself there as you struggle to breathe for the moment. He finally lets up and you sputter, drool dripping from your lips and down your face as you suck in a breath before he slides back into your wet mouth, letting you lick his cock before allowing you to guide your own movements once again as you continue sucking him off.
You gingerly reach a hand up to grip the base of him, pressing on his pelvis and he groans lowly at your touch, leaning closer into you. Your tits are bouncing with Steve's thrusts as Bucky admires the way your body moves between the two of them. He grabs one of your full breasts and kneads the flesh in his hand, groping and squeezing you before he rubs his thumb over your pert nipple. He hears your moan despite his cock filling your mouth and does it again, smirking. "Always such a good pup."
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๐‘ป๐’‰๐’† ๐‘ซ๐’†๐’—๐’Š๐’๐’” ๐‘ซ๐’†๐’
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๐’๐”๐Œ๐Œ๐€๐‘๐˜ โ€” all you wanted was to go on vacation but your car didn't have the same idea. Almost breaking down in the middle of nowhere you luckily made it to a house with lights. A handsome stranger and his friends offer to help you. They're devilishly handsomeโ€ฆor almost demon like? Something about them entrances you.
๐๐€๐ˆ๐‘๐ˆ๐๐† โ€” fem!reader ร— incubus!andy barber/bucky barnes/steve kemp/steve rogers/nick fowler/ari levinson/ransom drysdale/lloyd hansen
๐–๐€๐‘๐๐ˆ๐๐†๐’ โ€” SMUT, Minors dni, violence -> more specific things in the fic
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๐‚๐‡๐€๐๐“๐„๐‘๐’
๐—‚. ๐–ธ๐–พ๐–บ๐—, ๐–ฉ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐— ๐–ก๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—„๐–พ ๐–ฃ๐—ˆ๐—๐—‡
๐—‚๐—‚. ๐–จ ๐–ฌ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐— ๐–ก๐–พ ๐–ฃ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—†๐—‚๐—‡๐—€
๐—‚๐—‚๐—‚. ๐–ธ๐—ˆ๐—Ž'๐—‹๐–พ ๐–ฑ๐–บ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ข๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—…
๐—‚๐—. ๐–ข๐—Ž๐–ฝ๐–ฝ๐—…๐–พ ๐–ก๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹
๐—. ๐–ฏ๐—‹๐–พ๐—๐—๐—’ ๐–ข๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—„
๐—๐—‚. ๐–ข๐—Ž๐—‹๐–พ ๐–ง๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–ถ๐—‹๐–บ๐—๐—
๐—๐—‚๐—‚. ๐–ธ๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–ข๐–บ๐—‡ ๐–ฆ๐–พ๐— ๐–  ๐–ฃ๐—‹๐—‚๐—๐–พ
๐—๐—‚๐—‚๐—‚. ๐–ณ๐—ˆ๐—ˆ ๐–ฌ๐—Ž๐–ผ๐— ๐–ฌ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ๐—’ ๐–ก๐—ˆ๐—’
๐—‚๐—‘. ๐–  ๐–ณ๐—๐—‚๐–พ๐—๐–พ ๐–ณ๐—ˆ ๐–ฅ๐—Ž๐–ผ๐—„
๐—‘. ๐–ฆ๐—ˆ๐—…๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‡ ๐–ก๐—ˆ๐—’?
๐—‘๐—‚. ๐–ณ๐—๐–พ ๐–ฏ๐–พ๐—‹๐–ฟ๐–พ๐–ผ๐— ๐–ง๐—Ž๐—Œ๐–ป๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ
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Housewife ยป Steve Kemp
October 27th
Pairings: Steve Kemp x Reader
Summary: Steve keeps the reader as his housewife.
Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, unprotected sex, praise kink, housewife kink, breeding kink, pet names (honey, sweetheart)
Written on my phone so sorry if thereโ€™s any mistakes or typos.
GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!๐Ÿ”ž
๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿงก
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You were in the kitchen, about to start dinner when you heard the door open and close. You smiled when you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist from behind.
โ€œHi Stevie. How was work?โ€ You asked, turning your head to kiss his cheek.
โ€œTiring, but Iโ€™m better now that I have you in my arms.โ€ Steve says, kissing your neck softly.
You gasped when you felt his teeth bite down onto your skin, hard enough to leave a hickey behind. A tingling feeling shot through your body. One of Steveโ€™s hands slid down your body, blindly finding the hem of your dress. His hand disappeared underneath your dress, only to find out that you werenโ€™t wearing panties.
โ€œNo panties, huh?โ€ He says.
โ€œMhmm no. I thought Iโ€™d make it easier for you when you got home.โ€ You say, leaning your head back against his shoulder.
Steveโ€™s middle and ring fingers rubbed in between your wet folds causing you to moan softly.
โ€œYouโ€™re so wet. Is all of it for me?โ€ He asks, kissing just below your ear.
โ€œYes!โ€ You gasped. โ€œOnly you!โ€ You moaned.
His fingers rubbed your clit in circles while his fingers on his other hand teased your entrance. Your eyes fluttered shut and your jaw dropped when you felt his fingers slid inside of your pussy.
โ€œSteve!โ€ You moaned.
Your hands gripped the edge of the kitchen counter to steady yourself.
โ€œSuch a good little wife for me.โ€ Steve praises.
You moaned when he called you his wife.
โ€œYou like that, honey? You like it when I call you my wife?โ€ He whispers in your ear.
โ€œYes!โ€ You moaned.
His fingers moved faster on your clit and in your pussy. A loud moan left your lips when Steve slid a third finger inside of you, stretching you out. His fingers hit your sweet spot causing your to throw your head back against his shoulder. Steve placed kisses along the side of your neck, nipping on your skin hard enough to leave more hickeys behind. You felt your lower abdomen tighten, feeling your orgasm about to come crashing down on you. You held onto the kitchen counter for dear life when you felt your knees become weak.
โ€œStevie!โ€ You moaned.
โ€œGonna cum, sweetheart?โ€ He asks in almost a whisper.
โ€œMhmm yes!โ€ You moaned.
โ€œCum for me, honey.โ€ He says.
Within seconds your orgasm came crashing down on you. His name left your lips as you came on his fingers. His fingers fucked you through your orgasm, slowly coming to a stop. Steve pulled his fingers out of you and licked your juices off of his fingers, moaning at the taste.
Suddenly, he bent you over the kitchen counter and kicked your feet apart with his foot. He bunched your dress up above your hips. You bit your bottom lip when you heard the sound of his belt being unbuckled. Steve pulled down his jeans and boxers just enough for his hard cock to spring out, his tip leaking with precum. You gasped when you felt the tip of his cock in between your wet folds, bumping your sensitive clit.
โ€œMy wife deserves to be fucked, doesnโ€™t she?โ€ Steve says.
โ€œMhmm yes I do.โ€ You hummed.
Steve slid his whole cock inside of you in one thrust. His hands gripped your hips, almost bruising and started thrusting. His thrusts were fast and hard, but also lovingly.
โ€œIโ€™ve been waiting for this all fucking day.โ€ Steve groans, tilting his head back.
โ€œMhmm, me too.โ€ You agreed while moaning.
The sound of skin slapping filled the kitchen. One of Steveโ€™s hands left your hips and snaked down to your clit, rubbing it in fast circles. Your pussy clenched at the feeling of his fingers against your sensitive clit.
โ€œI wonโ€™t last long if you keep doing that.โ€ He moans.
His fingers moved faster on your clit causing you to move yourself back against him. Usually Steve would spank you for doing that, but he didnโ€™t this time.
โ€œSo fucking desperate for my cock, arenโ€™t ya, sweetheart?โ€ He says with a smirk.
โ€œMhmm!โ€ You hummed.
โ€œSo fucking desperate that you want me to cum inside of this tight little pussy so youโ€™ll have my babies.โ€ He says, almost darkly.
You moaned at his dirty words. You want that more than anything. You felt your second orgasm approaching you quickly. It was about to come crashing down on you once again.
โ€œStevie! I- fuck! Iโ€™m gonna cum!โ€ You moaned.
โ€œCum for me, honey.โ€ He says in almost a whisper.
A loud moan left your lips as you came for a second time. Steve wasnโ€™t too far behind you. His cock twitched inside of you, nearing his orgasm.
โ€œShit! Gonna fill this pussy up till youโ€™re full of me.โ€ He pants.
โ€œYes please!โ€ You moaned.
Your name fell from Steveโ€™s lips as he came inside of you, painting your walls. He thrusted a few more times before coming to a slow stop. He leaned over you, trapping your body behind his body and the counter. Steve gently turned your head and kissed you passionately.
โ€œI love you, my beautiful wife.โ€ Steve says against your lips.
โ€œI love you too, Stevie.โ€ You say in almost a whisper.
๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿงก
-Buckyโ€™s Doll
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the-iceni-bitch ยท 2 months
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๐•ด ๐•พ๐–๐–”๐–š๐–‘๐–‰'๐–›๐–Š ๐•ถ๐–“๐–”๐–œ๐–“ ๐–Ž๐–™ ๐–‚๐–”๐–š๐–‘๐–‰๐–“'๐–™ ๐–‡๐–Š ๐–„๐–”๐–š
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๐š‚๐š‘๐š’๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š‚๐š๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐™บ๐šŽ๐š–๐š™
๐™ด๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข ๐š—๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š๐š˜ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž, ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข ๐š—๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐šœ ๐šŠ ๐š๐š’๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐š๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŽ. ๐™ฑ๐šž๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š— ๐šŠ๐š•๐š ๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š๐š—๐š’๐šฃ๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ.
๐š‚๐šŒ๐š•๐šŽ๐š›๐š˜๐š™๐š‘๐š’๐š•๐š’๐šŠ ~ ๐™ฐ ๐š™๐šŠ๐š›๐šŠ๐š™๐š‘๐š’๐š•๐š’๐šŠ ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š›๐šŽ๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐š๐š˜ ๐šŠ๐š— ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š’๐šŸ๐š’๐š๐šž๐šŠ๐š•'๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š— ๐š๐š˜ ๐š‹๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐šž๐šข๐šœ ๐š˜๐š› ๐šž๐š—๐šœ๐šŠ๐šŸ๐š˜๐š›๐šข ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š›๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ.
๐š‡๐šŽ๐š—๐š˜๐š•๐šŠ๐š๐š—๐š’๐šŠ ~ ๐™ฐ ๐š™๐šŠ๐š›๐šŠ๐š™๐š‘๐š’๐š•๐š’๐šŠ ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š›๐šŽ๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐š๐š˜ ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šก๐šž๐šŠ๐š• ๐šŠ๐š›๐š˜๐šž๐šœ๐šŠ๐š• ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š– ๐šœ๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ.
Relationship: Steve Kemp x female!reader
Words: ~900
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex), mention of injuries, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!
A/N: thatโ€™s three in 24 hours, I am spoiling you bitches.
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You rolled over in your sleep and let out a soft sigh, your arm reaching out towards the empty side of the bed while your eyes slowly dragged open.
Steve was late. You had tried to wait up for him but you were exhausted. It was hard not to be worried about him, you were always worried about him. No matter how many times he assured you that there was nothing that could keep him from coming home to you, you would never feel relaxed or relieved until he was sharing your bed.
The front door barely creaked when it opened but you still heard it, sitting up and bed and letting the covers pool around your waist while you waited for him to come to you. His footsteps were heavy on the stairs, and every thud of his boots made your body ache for him all the more. It had been too long, you needed him, you missed the sight of his face. Or, whichever face he would be wearing at the moment.
When he paused at the door to your room you just rolled your eyes, leaning back against the headboard and calling out to him.
โ€œIโ€™m already awake, Steve,โ€ You beamed at him when he sighed and opened the door, the smile only faltering a little when you saw the blood and bruises on his skin. โ€œWhy are you so late? What happened?โ€
โ€œDo you really want to know?โ€ He let himself relax when you just shook your head, starting to remove his clothes slowly even as his eyes drank in your naked body. โ€œSomething bad kept me, so I did something bad to make it back to you, thatโ€™s enough. How do you always know itโ€™s me?โ€
You shrugged as he continued to undress, your eyes never leaving his face. Today he looked especially handsome, with a chiseled jawline and a dimpled chin, thick, dark wavy hair you wanted to bury your fingers in and blue gray eyes that made you shiver. But he was still Steve, your Steve.
โ€œI just do,โ€ you pushed the covers back once he was naked, gasping when he immediately crawled on top of you and pushed your legs apart. โ€œYouโ€™re mine, Iโ€™d know you no matter what.โ€
โ€œI still think one of these days youโ€™re going to end up welcoming some bad man into your house just because you think itโ€™s me.โ€ He licked his fingers and reached between your thighs, biting his lip when he found you already wet and ready for him.
โ€œWell thereโ€™s no one as bad as you, Steve,โ€ you arched your back when he pushed two fingers inside you and curled them against the roof of your cunt. โ€œBesides, youโ€™re the only one with a key.โ€
He chuckled at that, nipping along the curve of your collarbone and pulling his fingers out of your slowly before kissing you on the lips. Steve kept his mouth molded to yours as he pushed his cock inside you, swallowing your moan and gripping your thighs tightly as he sank into you until his hips met yours. There was a pause once he was fully sheathed inside the slick heat of your pussy, while you shared the same breath and he let you adjust to his intrusion. It was always like the first time with him, maybe that was why you found him so intoxicating.
You didnโ€™t have long to dwell on that thought though when he started to move. His body rolled against yours and you gasped, reaching up to wind your fingers through his thick hair and sucking on his bottom lip while he fucked you in long, deep strokes. Steve moved his hands from your thighs to your waist to your neck, holding you almost delicately even as his hips started to slam into you. The only constant he had in this world was you, and being inside you was the only time he ever felt like he was home.
His lips never left yours while he fucked you. Whether he was kissing you deeply or murmuring soft praises into your mouth he made sure you were sharing the same breath. He smiled and nudged your nose with his when you came for the first time, his tongue flicking along the seam of your lips while your pussy clenched so hard around him you almost pushed him out. You kept clutching at his shoulders to keep him close, though, your eyes bright and wild before they rolled back in your head as he hit you deep.
There was no way to know how much time had passed before he finally came inside you. You were laying on your stomach and panting heavily, covered in sweat and trembling as you moaned at the sensation of his thick spend filling your fluttering cunt. When he collapsed on top of you and groaned you just smiled, winding your fingers through those of his unfamiliar hands and letting yourself drift off to the sound of his breathing. You always slept best when he was inside you, no matter his form. He was your home just as you were his, and no matter what he was, he would always be yours.
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Marking Whatโ€™s His
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Pairing | Doctor!Steve Kemp x female reader
Warning | Explicit sexual content, 18+, smut, possessiveness, fingering (f receiving), established relationship with Doctor!Steve and girlfriend!patient reader, doctor/girlfriend!patient dynamic, orgasm control, edging, bondage, overstimulation, use of pet names (Bunny), light choking, biting kink, use of sex toys, aftercare, Steve Kemp (heโ€™s a warning on his own!)
Summary | Steve doesnโ€™t like it when another man touches you, and he shows you what happens.
Word Count | 2650
A/N | Iโ€™m perpetually horny because of writing this. I couldnโ€™t help myself! Betaโ€™d by the amazing @christine-the-soprano-31โ€‹, but all mistakes are my own. Banner & divider made by @vase-of-lilies. If yโ€™all enjoy it, leave some feedback, comment and reblog. Iโ€™d really appreciate it!! ๐Ÿ’—
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Steve had given you free reign of the house, and tonight, heโ€™d invited you to come to a charity event with him for work. He introduced you to many of his colleagues. One of them was a young, well skilled surgeon, and you guessed that he took a liking to you because heโ€™d made some small talk while patting your shoulder every now and then. Steve noticed it immediately and shot a pointed look in your direction, his eyes not leaving you for the rest of the night. The event was lovely and beautiful otherwise, until you and Steve went out to the car; thatโ€™s when the arguing began.
You burst in through the front door angry and agitated. Steve had been glaring at you all evening, ever since that colleague had approached you and made small talk with you.
โ€œFor the last time Steve. He was just friendly to me. And you should know that, because heโ€™s your fucking colleague!โ€ You yell at him.
โ€œI donโ€™t fucking care if heโ€™s my colleague. He was flirting with you!โ€ He accuses.
โ€œGod, can you stop insinuating things for just one second and listenโ€”โ€
Steve cuts your words off as he approaches you and collides his mouth into yours very hard. You gasp out a breath before youโ€™re putty in his hands. A delighted whimper slips from your lips and you attach your hands around his neck. He grabs your jaw firmly and authoritatively to make you look at him.
โ€œNo baby, you listen to me. I know what heโ€™s like, and he was constantly eyeing you and giving you looks. And I should fire him for it.โ€ He says sternly, fury eminent in his voice.
โ€œWhy are you mad at me, then?โ€ You ask, discombobulated.
โ€œBecause you let it happen.โ€ He says through gritted teeth, his jaw clenched as his eyes turn darker with every word.
Your eyes go wide at his statement.
โ€œWhat? Thatโ€™s unfair!โ€
He grabs you by the throat and squeezes his fingers around you, his thumb grazing along as he drags you up against the wall, trapping you against it.
โ€œMaybe if I punish you, itโ€™ll help you remember who you belong to next time, darling.โ€ He grunts while his other hand roams along your body. He quickly finds your dampening panties and rubs at them slowly. You sigh out a prolonged mewl.
โ€œSuch a needy little Bunny, arenโ€™t you?โ€ His voice is laced in sultriness as he licks a stripe from your throat to your cheek and nibbles on your jaw.
โ€œBasement. Now. Enter my lab, and wait for further instructions.โ€ He orders when he lets you go. You avert your eyes to the floor as you obey his orders and walk down the stairs to the basement.ย 
You open the door to his lab, the familiar odor entering your nostrils as soon as you step through the threshold. You look around the room; it seems that nothing has changed, as if it was only yesterday when you first found yourself here. Echoes of footsteps follow down the stairs, you turn around to see Steve in scrubs, a stethoscope hanging loosely around his neck. You already know what this is going to be.ย 
โ€œLay on the exam table for me, my patient,โ€ he commands you. His tone of voice is firm and contained, leaving you breathless. You swallow the lump in your throat and obediently follow his orders once again. You lay yourself on the table, your demeanor calm and collected. You already know how the procedure goes. He looks down at you with a broad smile.
โ€œGood girl. First, Iโ€™m going to give you a checkup and then weโ€™ll get to work,โ€ he explains as he puts the stethoscope in his ears. He presses the diaphragm to your chest, listening to your heart.ย 
He sighs lovingly, his face merely inches away from yours, looking at you as though he is completely entranced by the melody of your heart; by the unique melody of your body.ย 
โ€œIf you could only hear how pretty your heart sounds. Here, listen to it,โ€ he murmurs as he takes the buds out of his ears and puts them in yours. He puts the diaphragm in your hand and places his hand over yours, guiding it around your chest. You hear the sound of your steady heart, producing a rhythmic and composed tone.
โ€œItโ€™s beautiful, and therefore, you are beautiful.โ€ He takes the stethoscope from you, and you suddenly find yourself lost in his cerulean gaze, his face still inches from yours. He smiles contentendly and continues his routine, distancing himself again.
โ€œAlright, everything is perfect. My Bunny is nice and healthy. Now, you already know how this works. Go ahead and undress yourself,โ€ Steve instructs.ย 
โ€œYes, Steve.โ€ You reply softly, giving him a bashful smile. He gives you a gown to put on and you go behind the partition and quickly change into it. You come back to him as he beckons you to his exam table again.ย Everything is in place for him to begin as you lie back down.ย 
โ€œSince this is a punishment, I have to restrict you from any movements,โ€ he says before grabbing your ankles and pulling until your hips are at the edge of the table. He straps your legs and thighs into the stirrups, already exposing your throbbing pussy to the icy air of the lab. Next, he moves to strap your wrists above your head.
โ€œBunny, do you recall how many times he touched you?โ€ His broad frame hovers above you, as you look up at him in anticipation.
โ€œUhhhโ€ฆ5 times, maybe?โ€ You say, trying to recount thoughtfully.
His eyes darken at your words.ย 
โ€œYouโ€™re getting edged 5 times,โ€ he affirms, his tone like ice. โ€œNow, give me a random number.โ€
โ€œ8.โ€
โ€œGreat, Iโ€™m going to edge you 5 times, and Iโ€™m going to bite into you 8 times and let you come 8 times. You think you can handle that, Bunny?โ€ He asks you assuringly, talking to you as though youโ€™re a patient at his practice.
โ€œIโ€“I think I can,โ€ you say with a little uncertainty.โ€œHmm, of course you can,โ€ he says, while he smiles and softly tucks a lone strand of hair behind your ear.
You look at him as he rolls the cart to his side and picks up a scalpel from the tray.ย 
โ€œLet me see what youโ€™ve got here, my little bunny. Thereโ€™s no need to be shy over it, youโ€™re safe here with me,โ€ he says. He cuts all the way through the gown, leaving you completely bare. He slowly lingers the blade just above the surface, tracing intricate patterns along your smooth skin. Your skin prickles and your breath hitches in your throat.
โ€œItโ€™s time,โ€ he announces. He puts the scalpel back on the cart and instead picks up a magic wand, turning it on to the lowest setting. He trails the vibrator along your nipples until they perk up and then travels lower, until he settles it between your thighs.
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โ€œNo! Please!โ€ you whine out. Tears run down your face as you feel your near orgasm ebbing away again.
โ€œShh, shh. Youโ€™re doing so great, my sweet patient,โ€ he coos tenderly while leaving soft kisses along your thighs.
โ€œPlease, Doctor. Iโ€“I need to come! I need it. I-I crave it! Aah!โ€ you plead, completely out of breath.ย 
โ€œBut you sound too angelic for me to end it so soon,โ€ he teases.
โ€œPlease, please, please. Iโ€™d do anything you ask of me. Fuck! Anything!โ€ you beg rapidly. Youโ€™re tugging against the restraints holding you in place.
โ€œHuh, anything I ask of you?โ€ he confirms. You give a desperate nod. ย 
โ€œWell, youโ€™re in luck because Iโ€™m asking you to cum for me.โ€ He places the magic wand right to your core and switches it to the highest setting.
โ€œOh, Aah! Fuck!โ€ You squeal when you feel the intense vibrations. You buck your hips upward, chasing the reverberation that sets your soul on fire.
โ€œYou know, maybe I should mark you. You always look so pretty when I mark you up. so everyone knows that youโ€™re mine, all mine,โ€ he muses. He lowers himself so his lips are at your neck, and you can feel his hot breath near the shell of your ear.
โ€œI need you to say it, Bunny. Say that you want me to bite you,โ€ he whispers seductively in your ear.
โ€œPl-please Steve, I need you to bite me!โ€ you beg, your voice on the verge of an orgasm.
โ€œGood girl,โ€ he praises. He brings his lips to the crook of your neck and bites into you, leaving you with a red, lingering bite mark.
You let out a breathless moan, feeling delirious in the midst of this ongoing ecstasy. You arch your back from the table and your body begins to stutter as you sense another orgasm coming.
โ€œYouโ€™re so gorgeous when you writhe like that, but I want to bet youโ€™re even more marvelous when you come, so cum for me.โ€
โ€œShit! Yes, yes, yes! Oooohh!โ€ you wail out as you feel pulses of bliss rushing through your body, enrapturing you completely. Your wetness drips out to your thighs.
โ€œYes, just like that, beautiful. I love it when you lose control like that bunny,โ€ Steve asserts. He caresses your face as he puts the magic wand on the cart.
You breathe heavily, feeling yourself coming down from your salacious high. You close your eyes for a few moments and open them again when you feel the cold diaphragm of a stethoscope on your chest.ย 
โ€œI hear your heart thundering, but the storm isnโ€™t over yet, my love,โ€ he says while looking at you with depraved eyes. โ€œIโ€™m doing this research for your pleasure, and only yours. Your body fascinates me like no other has. You know that, right?โ€ he asks, his voice demanding confirmation.ย 
โ€œYes, of course I know that, Steve. Iโ€“โ€ You get cut off when you feel Steveโ€™s mouth around one of your nipples. He runs his tongue along its tip while still listening to your heart. You gasp a hitched breath, quivering with excitement.
โ€œCaptivating, just captivating,โ€ he mumbles, utterly fixated on your body. He puts the stethoscope away and begins to fondle your other breast. A snivel slips from your mouth while your body releases another gush of slick, wetting your core even more. Steve proceeds to bite into your chest, leaving a red bite mark under your collarbone and making you hiss with unparalleled hunger from deep within you. His hands roam all over your body, enrapturing you in comfort and warmth while coaxing another orgasm from you.ย 
He lowers down until his head reaches your core and greedily licks long and lasting trails around it. He flicks on your clit multiple times before he sucks at it hard. You can only whimper against his never ending onslaught.
โ€œYouโ€™re so wet, my sweet patient. Iโ€™m taking such good care of you. Now, be a good girl and cum for me again,โ€ he commands. You feel his teeth bite into your thigh and soothe it with licks. Your face contorts as you feel another wave of gratifying bliss surrounding you. You weep out another luscious whine when you feel his fingers entering your cunt.
โ€œYou can do one more, canโ€™t you bunny?โ€ he says with a wicked smirk. โ€œCome on, sweetheart. You can do this, just one more.โ€ He gives an encouraging hum.
โ€œIโ€“ Itโ€™s a lot. Too much!โ€ you answer. Words tumble incoherently out of your mouth. Your whole body glistens and shudders with excessive delight.
โ€œI know, I know. Youโ€™re taking it so well, and you can do this. I know what your body is capable of. And Iโ€™m here to help you through this. Maybe this will take you over the edge,โ€ he says. He bites against your thighs twice.
The coil in your gut snaps as a legion of shock waves travels through your body. You scream in utter satisfaction. Your back arches high off the table while your body convulses uncontrollably. Only when you collapse against the table does your body finally go still, Heavy breaths echo through the lab and you close your eyes to rest for a bit. You feel warm hands releasing you from your restraints, and those same warm hands caress you gently.
โ€œDo you feel any pain?โ€ You hear the focus in Steveโ€™s voice as he moves your exhausted frame so that youโ€™re sitting up on the table. You lean heavily against him, using his body to hold yourself up.
โ€œNo. Iโ€“I just feel a little sore,โ€ you answer back, exhausted.
โ€œIt took a toll on you, didnโ€™t it? Come here.โ€ He pulls you into his arms and embraces you into a soothing hug. You always feel safe and secure in his arms. As if nothing could ever hurt you when youโ€™re enveloped in them. His arms are your safe place.
โ€œI just wanted to prove myself to you, because I didnโ€™t want to disappoint you.โ€
โ€œWhat are you talking about? You could never disappoint me, Bunny. Your body takes what it can take, and if you feel like you canโ€™t, donโ€™t hesitate to use your safeword. All I ever want is for you to be comfortable and safe. I want you to enjoy yourself when Iโ€™m doing my research.โ€ He cradles your face between his big hands and strokes your face delicately.
โ€œYou did so well for me, my sweet patient. Iโ€™m so proud of you,โ€ he declares. He pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead before carrying you out of the lab, through the hallway, and all the way to the bedroom.
He lays you down on the soft bed and goes to the bathroom to grab a wet cloth to clean you up. He moves the cloth as gently as he can over your body, kneading your muscles underneath and making you relax instantly.
โ€œHow are you feeling right now?โ€ he asks.
โ€œBetter, at least Iโ€™m not sore anymore,โ€ you reply.
โ€œHere, let me massage you,โ€ he says while kneading your muscles expertly.ย 
โ€œThank you, Steve,โ€ you sigh thankfully.
โ€œWhat for?โ€
โ€œFor taking such great care of me, Iโ€™m so grateful to have you.โ€
โ€œAnything for my patient. For my love,โ€ Steve says as he traces every contour of your body. He moved to lay beside you, caressing your skin delicately with his fingertips, as if it were made out of porcelain. He nuzzles closer to you as he cuddles with you, burying your face into his neck.
โ€œIโ€™m so sorry for being jealous, but I canโ€™t help myself. I need you to understand that Iโ€™m possessive when it comes to you, my sweet patient. Call me selfish, but I donโ€™t ever want anyone else to touch you, except for me. Youโ€™re mine and mine only and I love you. I love you with everything I have. Youโ€™re my world, and Iโ€™d give you the universe,โ€ he confesses while he holds you close.
โ€œItโ€™s okay, I understand. If I were you, Iโ€™d be like this too,โ€ you laugh to lighten the mood. โ€œAnd I love you too, Steve. Youโ€™re my lighthouse to guide me through my darkest nights, my safe place to feel sound and secure, my home to come back to. I love you so much that my heart aches when youโ€™re not around me.โ€ You look deep into his eyes as you speak, once again finding yourself lost in their depth.ย 
โ€œGod. Youโ€™re so perfect,โ€ he says, looking at you.ย 
You trace the remaining bite marks on your neck. โ€œWell at least, now everyone will know that Iโ€™m yours,โ€ you tease with a giggle. You throw a leg around him, feeling loved and cherished. And thatโ€™s all that matters to you; you are loved, you are cherished, and you are his.ย 
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A Wolf In Sheepโ€™s Clothing
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Pairing: Dark!Steve Kemp x F!Reader
Word Count: 2.6k
Summary: It was an art - one that took many years and many sacrifices to perfect, and Steve had managed to become a master at it. There was just one thing he would not fully commit to sacrificing, at least not the important parts that kept life essence flowing: you.
Warnings: THIS IS A DARK FIC - PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS - dead dove, kidnapping, mentions of smut (p in v), fingering and oral (fem receiving), implied non-con, degradation, restraints, physical abuse (face slapping), cannibalism (itโ€™s Steve kemp what did you expect?), force feeding, hints of Stockholm syndrome?
A/N: Unbetaโ€™d | dividers created by @rookthorne thank you for also helping me with the summary my love ๐Ÿฅฐ | this oneshot was inspired by the lovely @smutconnoisseur who made me this absolutely stunning moodboard ๐Ÿ˜ญ I just knew I had to write something as soon as I saw it. Thank you so much sweetie, loves you the most ๐Ÿฅน
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โ€œLet me go, you fucking psycho!โ€
Steve merely kept on humming to himself, happily slicing the meat in front of him into finely cut pieces. It took severe attention to detail to finesse the glide of the knife just right, cutting through as smooth as butter.
It had taken quite a long time to get his craft on the line of perfection - years in the making - and now that heโ€™d finally mastered the art, it was as easy as riding a bike. The rush of adrenaline spiking his nerves gave him a hit unlike anything else in his life. This was what he was meant for. Heโ€™d wasted so much time not giving in before.
Wooden screeching against the floor snapped him out of his inner musings, eyes lifting up to see you fidgeting in your chair - presumably trying to escape, but the chains attached to your feet would keep you rooted.
Steve couldnโ€™t help but notice how the glow of the candlelight surrounding you on the dinner table highlighted the beauty in the features of your face. Sunset orange dancing among the shadows, defining your cheekbones and your shoulders decorated in the straps of a pretty dress.
You were so beautiful. Perfect for him.
Placing the meat onto a skillet to cook, Steve wiped his hands and rounded the corner of the kitchen island to join you, the sudden bravado you had earlier evaporating while terror took over your body. His cock shouldnโ€™t have gotten hard seeing the tears gathering on your lash line, but those glassy eyes reminded him of a deer in fright, ready to run. And fuck, would he love the chase.
โ€œBambiโ€ฆ join me.โ€
It was haunting, the kind smile Steve let loose as he held out his hand to you after arriving by your side. No wasnโ€™t an answer, and you did well to stand up on your shaky legs - from still recovering or fear, he wasnโ€™t sure - quietly proud of you either way.
Flashbacks of you clumsily tripping over the bed to go relieve yourself on the toilet crossed his mind as he brought you to the middle of the living room. After fucking you three times in one night, leaving you screaming his name and begging for more each time, he couldnโ€™t help be prideful watching you stumble your way out of the room. Just like a doe learning to walk for the first time.
Of course, the chains rattling with each step you took while limping werenโ€™t part of the memory. The heavy breaths were familiar though, smirk crawling onto his face as he imagined your adorable squeaks while he ate your cunt like he was man starved.
Once Steve had directed you into the middle of the living room rug, he brought you closer to him, slipping his arm over your waist as you flinched, and grabbing your other hand to hold as he began to slowly dance. He was thoughtful enough to keep his steps light and be extra careful with you.
Deciding it was too much of a distraction for you a long time ago, Steve had decided to forego music in the house - it let your mind switch off and he wanted your brain alertโ€ฆ in the present. Solely on him and every move he made. So, he graced you with his singing voice instead, whispering the lyrics to โ€˜Restless Heartโ€™ in your ear.
Steve felt the shaking of your chest before your uncontrollable sobs cut through his singing. Heโ€™d be offended had he no clue how scared his Bambi was.
โ€œWhatโ€™s wrong, Bambi? Huh? Donโ€™t you like it here with me?โ€
โ€œI w-want to go h-home.โ€ You stuttered.
Steve sighed and lifted your head up with his palms, kissing your forehead and leaning down to your watery eyeline to speak to you directly.
โ€œOh, babyโ€ฆโ€ his condescending tone gave away his faux concern for you, โ€œyou know I canโ€™t let you do that.โ€
You began to heave, breaths coming in fast and heavy with panic - Steve almost felt a crack in his heart. Almost.
Truth be told, Steve knew you were it for him. Ever since he first saw you from the corner of his eye walking down the fruit and vegetable aisle, heโ€™d been bewitched.
Youthful, tight skin, good looking.
You ticked all the boxes for himโ€ฆ and the rest of his client base.
Heโ€™d caught other women before - gorgeous, just the right amount of meat on their thighs to keep the buyers happy.
They were good. However, they didnโ€™t compare to you.
Normally, Steve would be excited to find new prey. The cat and mouse play of picking out women to cut up and sell. But, you were different. Steve wanted you all for himself.
See, you werenโ€™t just a pretty face, you were witty, funny, intelligent - maybe not smart enough to see what was coming, but he didnโ€™t hold that against you, he was just too conniving after all.
And those goddamn dates he took you on, paving the path for his plan to come to fruition, when he found himself enjoying your company. Steve wanted to spend all of his time with you, willingly.
That was when he decided he didnโ€™t want to go along with his usual plans. Instead, he wanted to date you. See where this relationship could go.
So, he took you to his house tucked away in a secluded area - the excuse of wanting a weekend without the modern world bothering you in disguise of your questioning to the lack of signal or Wi-Fi.
Honestly, he didnโ€™t initially plan to drug you. The opportunity justโ€ฆ sprung onto him. Too tempting to not listen to his base instincts and ignore the spiked wine hidden in the alcohol cabinet.
A voice in the back of his head told him he shouldnโ€™t be doing that, he vividly remembered it. The urge to get a kick out of his charades with someone as good as you overpowered it, though.
Steve wasnโ€™t proud of himself afterwards, but how could he be blamed? Heโ€™d worked out a successful routine before he stumbled on you. Wooing girls fitting his mental meat quality checklist and eventually luring them into his second home. It was only natural to follow his instincts, what heโ€™d made of himself.
You especially werenโ€™t happy when you found yourself on his home operating table, opening your eyes to realise your boyfriend was taking your ass.
Weirdly, he didnโ€™t find guilt in the thrill he took from that - that seemed to sicken you the most. He remembered how you lunged for him, screaming about the insanity of his pleasures when you woke up after the surgery to find him sitting in your caged prison. Cutting into your delicate skin to watch the stream of blood flow down your rump to then hearing him laughing to himself as he showed you the flesh stolen away from your body had your head spinning - dangling it from his fingers in front of your face.
It wasnโ€™t too long after that you passed out from overexertion. If only you knew the way he used you to take care of himself after that.
It may have been confusing to understand, but Steve genuinely thought the world of you. Those few months of dating spent together changed his mind on whether heโ€™d find a companion ever again.
Finding love alongside Steveโ€™s hobby had been difficult to put it lightly. His first wife knew of his side activities coinciding with his doctoral career. That was why he settled being with her, someone who was accepting of who he was. But, although she may have put up with what he was doing, she didnโ€™t initiate that spark within Steve - that buried, deep seated fire that begged to be set free. Steve wanted to be seen, to be loved in his entirety.
There was no shame in that.
That was what led to the downfall of his marriage, Steve was no longer interested in the farce of keeping up appearances with a woman who didnโ€™t truly understand him. Which is why she had to go. Just divorcing wasnโ€™t an option, she knew too much.
Then came along you. His pretty doe, who captured his heart from a glance.
As your hysteria whittled on, Steve hugged you tight to his chest.
Heโ€™d kept you here for a month in total now. Four glorious weeks of spending time with you alone, bonding together. Your feistiness only made his cock grow in his slacks whenever you put up a fight.
His little doe didnโ€™t put out easy - just how he liked it.
As your tears continued to soak his dress shirt further, he shushed your cries, keeping you close and he swayed side to side in comfort.
The beeping of the oven hob, interrupted Steveโ€™s attempt at soothing you. The meat was cooked and it was time to plate up the dinner heโ€™d made for the two of you.
Bringing you away from his chest, Steve smoothed your hair behind your ears, wiping his thumbs under your swollen eyes to get rid of your tears. Holding your arm, he again directed you back towards the table to sit down, clamped your hands back into the cuffs attached before walking towards the kitchen.
Peaking over, Steve noticed you had calmed down and collected yourself by the time he was adding the peppermint sauce over the mashed potatoes and meat.
He had high hopes on your opinion of his cooking, what you thought mattered to him, believe it or not. It was his real passion beside becoming a plastic surgeon, and he wanted you of all people to like it.
Gracefully, Steve walked on over with his finished plates and set one on each placemat. Your head was bowed, eyes set on the meal set in front of you.
โ€œWhat is it?โ€
Your mousy voice spoke up and had Steve looking down at you, lifting your chin up with two fingers so he could see your face.
โ€œYour favourite, sweetheart. Steak and mashed potato.โ€
A shudder racked through your body as Steve smirked, dropping your face and grabbing the large napkin to fan out over your thighs. He smoothed the material over your legs and traced the tips of his fingers along your bare skin. The sight of you inching away didnโ€™t sit well with Steve, pinching you to hear that familiar yelp he loved so much.
He began to get settled in his seat, combing his styled hair back with his fingers before beginning to cut up the meat on his plate.
โ€œYou remember our dinner date don't you, baby? You ordered the exact same thing when the waiter asked. Poor boy couldnโ€™t keep his eyes to himself when I made you speak as I fucked you with my fingers.โ€
Steve knows you didnโ€™t want him to hear the gasp that couldnโ€™t be kept in. Adorable. You were still so shy around him.
But he didnโ€™t appreciate how long your silence lingered, looking up to see you still staring down at your food, untouched.
The knife clashing down on the plate made you jump in your seat. You didnโ€™t want to eat, no bother. Steve would help you.
Stabbing a cut of meat with his fork, Steve carefully leaned over the table to hold the steak up to your mouth for you to take a bite.
โ€œOpen up, my little doe.โ€
Steve saw your mouth opening up, happy to see you were cooperating with his request. You were finally making progress. Only for you to suddenly move your head to the side as he got close and bite down onto his hand, hard.
The fury built up in Steve as he snatched his hand away, fork scattering onto the table as he released it. In instant retaliation, Steve backhanded you across the face, sending your head whipping over to the side as blood spurted out your mouth.
โ€œBad girl.โ€
Blood from the force of his hit trickled down the corner of your mouth. You hadnโ€™t moved from your spot for a second before Steve grabbed the front of your neck, bringing you closer over the table and ignoring your squeak of pain.
โ€œNow, eat what I so graciously cooked you before I fucking force it down your throat.โ€ His spit from the anger of his voice shot out onto your face. Steve shoved you back before slumping into his own seat once again.
His hot and cold nature always had you on edge, but you were used to it by now. Is that what he really deserved after being so thoughtful to you?
Steve observed you closely. Watching your every move should you try something like that again. Only would you get away with something like that once.
You picked up the fork dropped, meat still intact on the silverware and inspected it thoroughly. He knew you were looking for hints of poison or something that indicated heโ€™d drugged you. He threatened it enough times for you to be wary.
He wasnโ€™t sure what you would have preferred once you found out.
Opening your mouth, you placed the meat tenderly onto your tongue and closed to begin eating.
Steve waited until you had swallowed. Intently watching you chew before you were finished with your bite. He gave it a second before sitting back up, taking the fork from you and stabbing another piece, ready to start his meal.
Not before letting you in on his secret ingredient. โ€œI always said you tasted good, didnโ€™t I, Bambi?โ€
Cold dread visibly washed over your face as you went deadly quiet. Your hands began to abnormally shake. Steve just sat there and watched as your body went into emotional turmoil.
There wasnโ€™t much you could have done, chained to the table, hyperventilating. It wasnโ€™t even as if you could have stuck your fingers down your throat to throw it back up, fingers too far out of reach to even try. It didnโ€™t stop you from dry heaving over the side of the table, retching loudly.
Eventually, the panic your body sent you in, along with your howling cries from despair allowed you to get worked up enough to throw up. Regurgitated meat mixed with bile landing on the carpet as Steve carried on eating - unfazed.
It took you a while for your body to finally relax, for your mind to comprehend what Steve just made you do. Sweat dripped down your face as you forced your body back upright, too weak to fully keep your eyes open as you hoarsely spoke.
โ€œWhy are you doing this?โ€
You looked defeated, body slumped with dark circles under your eyes, shivering like Steve hadnโ€™t cranked the heating up.
Steve wiped his mouth. He understood you were an acquired taste, not for the lightheaded - youโ€™d get used to it eventually though. He thought you were delicious, cleaning up his plate entirely.
He looked directly into your eyes after he finished eating, voice devoid of emotion. โ€œIsnโ€™t it obvious? I love you.โ€
Your reply is instant โ€œNo, you donโ€™t.โ€
Darkness blackered his pupils. Body still and uptight as he went still. Steve pushed his plate away and leaned his forearms onto the table, never stopping staring as you squirmed in your seat.
โ€œDonโ€™t you ever question my love for you again. Do you hear me?โ€
You swallowed the presumed lump in your throat.
Steve couldnโ€™t understand how you didnโ€™t know how much he cared for you. You were here, eating in his dining room. Heโ€™d sacrificed customer sales by keeping you to himself. He loved you. Youโ€™d understand one day though. Heโ€™d make sure of it.
โ€œGive it time, Bambi. I know youโ€™ll learn to love me back.โ€
โ€œAnd if I donโ€™t?โ€ There was one last inch of life in your eyes, a thin thread of hope holding on for dear life. Steve could see it clear as day, the embers in your irises dying out with each moment he took to answer.
He knew he had you then, the gut punch of his response blowing out the flame once and for all.
โ€œFunnyโ€ฆ you think you have a choice.โ€
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You didnโ€™t need that, did you?
Steve Kemp: You meet a man at the bar who loves your thighs.
An entry for Day 3 of the exciting @sintember challenge!
Prompt: You didnโ€™t need that, did you?, ft Steve Kemp, Fresh (2022).
Warnings: Complete filth; very subtle cannibalistic tendencies; implied surgical mutilation. 18+!
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An hour you had been sitting on an uncomfortable barstool, slowly sipping on drinks. You donโ€™t even know why you came, maybe you thought it would be fun, maybe you thought youโ€™d meet someone; neither of those was the case.
You drop your head on your shoulder, face to the right at the stool that had been empty seconds ago, you could have sworn. You startle slightly at the sight, though youโ€™re not unpleasantly surprised; a man with odd cerulean eyes, a sharp jawline and a debonair smirk has his head tilted your way.
โ€œDid I scare you?โ€
He asks. It seems lighthearted, you know it is, but really deep in your stomach you feel a twist of some kind, barely, though, your senses hyper focused on how heโ€™s making you feel with his hungry gaze. Hungry.
โ€œA little,โ€ you admit with a small smile, taking the last sip of your drink.
He lets out a breathy laugh and offers, โ€œCan I buy you another?โ€
Steve, is his name, and for the rest of the night, heโ€™s absolutely magnetic as he speaks, but you can barely comprehend what heโ€™s saying, trying desperately to keep the conversation going when thereโ€™s just this burning between your legs. You shift uncomfortably, trying to get some form of friction, subtly. He had to have noticed.
You hadnโ€™t even noticed how close he was until he brushes his fingers over your knee, just under the hem of your dress, and your sentence is cut off with a choked gasp; you can tell by the amused smirk on his face heโ€™s having fun with this, but you canโ€™t even find it in you to spew a witty remark when all you can think about is how good he would feel.
You shift once more a little closer to him, trying to get his hands to budge up a little further. He smooths his palms over the sides of your knees and up your thighs; hooking his fingers under your flesh, he rubs soothing circles with his thumbs.
โ€œYouโ€™re burning up,โ€ he notes, maybe more to himself than to you, yet steel blue eyes holding you hostage with that heated gaze; you swear his pupils have dilated.
You canโ€™t respond, afraid if you open your mouth itโ€™ll only be a pathetic whimper that comes out, but you donโ€™t need to.
He changes his circular movements to the opposite direction. He leans in so close it scares you how little self control youโ€™re working on right now.
โ€œLetโ€™s get out of here,โ€ he says. Maybe that fact it didnโ€™t even sound like a question should have you hearing faint alarm bells, but all you can hear is your own heartbeat and his low voice.
Youโ€™re nodding in earnest before heโ€™s even finished his sentence, and soon youโ€™re both rushing out the bar. You slide into the passenger seat of an expensive looking car you canโ€™t care to name as you wonder how on earth youโ€™re gonna control yourself on the drive.
You give him your address and soon heโ€™s got you up against your bedroom wall, harsh breaths being exchanged between heated kisses as his hands roam your body.
He practically throws you onto the bed and you giggle, bouncing once before heโ€™s pulled you by your ankles, legs hanging over the edge of the bed as he rests his head between your thighs.
He runs his palms over your thighs, admiring them like theyโ€™re perfectly sculpted.
โ€œFuck, youโ€™re so softโ€ฆโ€ he drawls as he presses kisses to your inner thighs, rubbing his cheeks across your supple flesh. He bites you and you jerk, hands flying to his hair and tugging, just trying to get his mouth to where it needs to be, youโ€™re fucking soaked.
He runs his hands up and then down your sides and grips your hips harsh enough to leave half moon dents in your skin youโ€™re sure youโ€™ll see the marks of tomorrow, as he pulls your heat closer to him.
โ€œI know you taste goodโ€ฆโ€
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The next morning you wake up sore; an ache between your legs was to be expected, but this was a dull throbbing from the top of your right leg. You reach a hand down to feel it, but running your hand down you stop short, your fingers falling to a mattressโ€”a mattress that had to have been thinner than yoursโ€”your leg ending much sooner than you expected, much soon that it should.
You gasp and sit up with much effort, throwing a thin white sheet off of you to get a look at your right thigh.
At the sound of a shifting chair your head snaps up; Steve is seated by a door, leaning forward towards you.
โ€œYou didnโ€™t need that, did you?โ€
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avintagekiss24 ยท 2 years
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itโ€™s the freak in me i wanna show ya
the details;
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steve kemp x black!reader.
10,317 words.
18+ ONLY, DARK FIC, smut, Dom/sub dynamics, BDSM dynamics/punishment, mentions of cannibalism, some fresh spoilers, manipulation, degradation, edging, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, squirting, free use, vaginal fingering, oral sex (female receiving), breeding kink, slight daddy kink, forced pregnancy.
notes from the author;
heโ€™s a dark mf, but i love him your honor. this is probably really self indulgent but ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿพโ€โ™€๏ธ. please enjoy!
credits;
18+/consent banners by @maysdigitalarts / line divider by @firefly-graphics / prompts from here and here
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i want to swallow you, have you melt into me and flow through my veins.
~ han kang the vegetarian
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Your stomach is in knots. Tight and in your throat. Itโ€™s been upset for days, the food heโ€™s brought for you going untouched. Sleep is scatteredโ€” an hour here, thirty minutes there, bad memories jarring you back awake as soon as you start to really settle in. Bad girl. The words taunting you, haunting you, rattling back and forth in your brain, reminding you. Trying to run from me, girl? You think anyone can hear you out here?
The chain connected to the leather handcuff around your wrist scrapes along the floor as you pace back and forth, eyes darting around the modern room. You canโ€™t go farโ€” not even to the doorโ€” thatโ€™s part of the punishment for being a bad girl. A shorter chain. You stop, eyes falling to the floor as your lips part slightly, just breathing as your battered brain does gymnastics. He loves you. Takes care of you. You had nothing before me. You were nothingโ€ฆ
Slowly, your eyes lift to the wall in front of you, a beachscape painted from wall to ceiling. You tilt your head a little, eyes moving along the wall, the orange sky, the blue waves crashing. You remember the ocean. The smell of the salt in the air, the wet sand between your toes. Thatโ€™s all over nowโ€”ย 
No. no. Steve loves you. You canโ€™t think that way anymoreโ€” this is whatโ€™s best for you. Havenโ€™t I been good to you?
Of course heโ€™s been good to you. Youโ€™re alive arenโ€™t you? Eating three square, healthy meals a day and if youโ€™re really good, your favorite dessert after dinner. He washes your hair with the special shampoo you like and needโ€” braids it for you with satin bows when he wants you to feel pretty. The cute little dresses and the flowers. He loves you. You need to stop with all these dramatics. Your old life means nothing now. You have him. What else could you need but me, sweetheart?
Itโ€™s been a long three days. Lonely. He hasn't visited once. Just has someone, youโ€™re not even sure itโ€™s him because they make you turn and face the corner, drop off your food and plenty of water. The hands that place the blindfold over your eyes while they lead you to the bathroom surely donโ€™t feel like hisโ€” too rough, both physically and in demeanor to be the hands of a doctor. That makes you sad. And nervous. Heโ€™s so mad he doesnโ€™t even want to look at you, or have you look at him.ย 
Itโ€™s unnerving, his silence.ย 
Your face breaks at the thought. A sob chokes up in your throat as you drop your head into your hands. You fall onto the small bed in the floor and bring your knees into your chest, hugging them with your arms as you bury your face and cry. Hard. Loud. Almost as hard as you did the first night you woke up down here after spending the first weekend with him. It was different thenโ€” you were different. That girl is slowly dying, although, thereโ€™s still flashes of her every now and again. Sheโ€™s what got you into the mess youโ€™re in now.ย 
Now youโ€™re crying because you miss him. You want him to be happy, you want to make him happy. Heโ€™s good to you. He loves you. Thatโ€™s what he tells you over and over and over. Iโ€™m keeping you because I love you. Youโ€™ll soon come to understand that, bunny. Youโ€™ll love me too. Promise.
You roll over onto your side, pull your knees back up into your chest and let the sadness, the worry, the nervousness wash over you, your body shaking with the tears. You want to be a good girl for him, want him to be proud of you.ย 
What is wrong with you! Next time he comes in here, you need toโ€”ย 
You squeeze your eyes shut harder. Cover your ears with your hands, โ€œStop it, stop it, stop it,โ€ you whisper. You canโ€™t think like this anymore, not if you want this to work, โ€œLeave me alone.โ€
Wake up! Youโ€™re stronger than this! Try againโ€ฆ run!
Thereโ€™s footsteps in the hallway, you donโ€™t really hear them though. Youโ€™re so mixed up, not really sure whatโ€™s real and whatโ€™s not anymore. Exhaustion and body aches, sore muscles from the fightโ€ฆ itโ€™s got you all hazy. Your brain is just so tired. So weary. Thereโ€™s still a little fight in there, somewhere deep but as the days passโ€” the hours, the minutesโ€” it grows weaker and weaker. Steveโ€™s words sinking in further and further. You were nothing before me. You need me.ย 
There are hands on your shoulders, jarring you back into the present. You shrink back, scrambling into the corner of the room, covering your face with your hands again. Your screams sound so strange to you now, youโ€™re not sure why.
โ€œShh, shh, shhh. Youโ€™re okayโ€” youโ€™re okay.โ€
The arms pull you close, bring you right into a chest. Lips hover by your ear as you struggle against this person, his arm wrapping over your chest, hand curling around your shoulder. Another hand covers your mouth as he pulls you closer, lips at the shell of your ear again, โ€œShh, bunny. Shh. Stop being so dramatic.โ€
That voice. Itโ€™s him, heโ€™s back. โ€œSteve?โ€ you whimper, โ€œSteve?โ€
โ€œItโ€™s me, itโ€™s me.โ€
You turn in his arms, throwing your hands around his neck and hugging him hard, โ€œSteve,โ€ you start crying harder, your words all mushing and slurring together, โ€œIโ€™msosorry, pleโ€”please forgive m-me. I-I-Iโ€™m s-sorry.โ€
He rubs your back slowly, tucking his chin over your shoulder for a second or two before pulling back and grabbing your face in his warm hands. Tilting your head up, he strokes your bottom lip with his thumb, blue eyes bouncing back and forth between your red, heavy, swollen brown ones. His lips are in a tight line, eyes serious as they scan your face. Then he sighs, real deep. Slow. Thumbs still sliding over your lips and then caressing your chin.ย 
โ€œI wish I could believe you, baby.โ€
Panic instantly rises in your body, your chest tightening, stomach twisting even more at the words, โ€œYou c-c-can. Iโ€™m s-sorry, Steve. P-please.โ€
He continues to stare at you, eyes dipping to your lips then back up to your eyes as you cry in front of him. As you beg. Heโ€™s so hard to read when he gets like this and you canโ€™t help but let the dread you feel take over. Your shoulders slump, your head falling as Steve pulls his hands away. Sobs rack your body as you cover your eyes with your swollen hands, the skin over your knuckles broken and bruised from your daring escape.ย 
Something in you just wants to make him happy. His forced training is starting to work after all.ย 
You feel Steve stand and move away from you, but youโ€™re still underneath his hard stare. He sighs heavy and hard again as he shoves his hands into his pockets. Staring at the orange carpet, you force out a shaky breath, trying and failing to focus it, โ€œPlease donโ€™t leave me down here. Not all by m-myself. I canโ€™tโ€” I canโ€™t take it any-more.โ€
Itโ€™s so weak. Youโ€™re so weak. Just how he wants youโ€” how he likes you. So he smirks.ย 
He loves to win.
Silence falls over the two of you for a long while, so long it gets uncomfortable for you. Youโ€™ve been thinking about this moment for three daysโ€” well, two and a half. You donโ€™t remember much after he slammed your head back into the glass window. Bad girl. This wasnโ€™t how you thought itโ€™d go.ย 
โ€œAre you going to hurt me now?โ€
Steve laughs, shaking his head, โ€œI told you, Iโ€™m not going to hurt you. I like you. Thatโ€™s why Iโ€™m keeping you, butโ€”โ€
โ€œ โ€” Please donโ€™t hurtโ€”โ€
โ€œI wasnโ€™t finished speaking,โ€ he cuts you off, his face going hard, the words even harder. You snap your mouth shut immediately, dropping your eyes back to the carpet, โ€œIโ€™m not going to hurt you. The only reason it got so nasty a few days ago was because you hit me first, remember?โ€
โ€œSteveโ€”โ€
โ€œ โ€”Aht.โ€ He wags his finger, โ€œYou hit me first, right?โ€
You sink further into yourself, wanting to disappear right into the floor, โ€œYes.โ€
โ€œAnd you still havenโ€™t apologized.โ€
โ€œYou havenโ€™t let me,โ€ you whimper, โ€œI havenโ€™t seen you in three days.โ€
Steve nods slowly, crossing his arms over his chest, โ€œSo itโ€™s my fault now?โ€
โ€œNo!โ€ you shriek, โ€œThatโ€™s notโ€” thatโ€™s not what I meant.โ€ย 
He cocks his head to the side, โ€œThen apologize to me. Nicely.โ€
You hold your arms out without hesitation, wanting him closer. He takes a few steps, right to the edge of your bedโ€” right to where the chain around your wrist has no slackโ€” and stops. Without a word, you pull yourself up, take the three or four steps it takes to get to him before you get up on your tiptoes, wrapping your arms around his neck again.
โ€œPlease forgive me,โ€ you whisper, blinking your wet eyes furiously, staring back at that scenic beach painted on the walls, โ€œPlease Steve. Youโ€™re all I have.โ€
Steve keeps his hands in his pockets, but you feel his breath hitch in his chest as your words fall over him. And something in you stirs. Just that little slip up from him, the smallest of breaths, makes you feel a little better. He still cares.ย 
He still loves you, maybe.ย 
And that maybe is just what you need right now.ย 
He pulls away from you again, puts more distance between your bodies but grabs your cheeks, squeezing hard, โ€œAre you gonna be good if I let you shower?โ€ you nod, โ€œWords. I need to trust you.โ€
โ€œYes. I promise.โ€
โ€œPromise?โ€
You nod again, this time, more convincingly, โ€œYes. I promise.โ€
Steve searches your eyes for a few seconds more, still reading you, still wanting to be assured that you wonโ€™t try any shit again because if you doโ€” then heโ€™ll have to hurt you. And he doesnโ€™t want to do that. He sweeps his fingers over your forehead, moving away your curly hair, brushing the tips over the cut just over your left eye. You wince, the salt of his fingers stinging the fresh wound and he shrinks back.
โ€œDonโ€™t make me hurt you, and I wonโ€™t. Got it?โ€ He asks soft, โ€œTurn around, lemme see the back of your head.โ€
You turn in his hands and let him push your thick hair apart, peeling it away until he gets to your scalp, eyeing his handiwork, โ€œThe stitches look good. Youโ€™ll be healed up in no time. Now, go shower. Iโ€™ll wait for you by the door.โ€
You whip around, eyes going wide as your mouth falls open in genuine surprise, โ€œYouโ€™re not going to shower with me?โ€
โ€œYou donโ€™t deserve that yet.โ€ he answers quickly, grabbing your wrist and turning it over in his hand before grabbing the key from his left pocket. The metal chain falls to the ground with a thud once he pops the lock, making you jump slightly, โ€œGo. Now.โ€
Your stomach falls to your feet. Heโ€™s still so disappointed.ย 
Youโ€™re starting to really hate that.
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You wrap the fluffy white towel around your torso as you step out of the shower. Itโ€™s amazing what a hot shower can do for your mood. Itโ€™s not super high, but you feel better than what you did twenty minutes ago. Cleaner. Physically anyway. You pop open the door to find Steve leaning against the wall, a white box tied with a red ribbon in his hands.ย 
โ€œSee how much I love you, honey? Even when youโ€™re mean to me I buy you presents.โ€
A smile cracks onto your face, โ€œFor me?โ€
โ€œAll for you,โ€ he smiles, handing it to you, โ€œLook at that pretty smile. Thatโ€™s what I like to see. Open it up.โ€
You untie the box slowly, Steve taking the lid from you once itโ€™s free of the ribbon, his eyes on you intently as he pull out the soft, blue satin dress, โ€œSteve,โ€ you let out a breath as a warmth spreads through your body, โ€œItโ€™s, itโ€™s beautiful. Thank you.โ€
โ€œYou like it?โ€
โ€œOf course I do,โ€ you reach for him, hugging him tight again, โ€œThank you so much.โ€
He reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a small jar of your favorite body creme, โ€œI pay attention, donโ€™t I?โ€
You nod again, unable to wipe the smile from your face, โ€œYes. Thank you.โ€
With a tap on your hip, he tips his head toward your room, silently telling you to hurry. And hurry you do. Steve keeps his eyes on you the entire time, arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the wall as you smooth the lotion over your skin. Arms, chest, stomach, legs, back, your spirits lifting ever so slightly again.ย 
โ€œAre there any panties with this? A bra?โ€ You ask, turning slightly to glance at him over your shoulder.
Steve shakes his head, pushing away from the wall, โ€œNope.โ€ He moves towards you, taking the dress from your hands to bunch it up, โ€œArms up.โ€
Turning towards him, a little bashful underneath his strong gaze, you lift your arms up, ducking your head some as he slides the smooth material over your body. He picks at it, pulls gently to get it sitting just right on your body before he steps back and looks you over. He reaches out, grabs one of your nipples between his thumb and index finger to give it a little playful squeeze, โ€œI love these, you know.โ€ he smiles wide, โ€œMaybe one day weโ€™ll get them pierced, hmm?โ€
He chuckles when you grab his hand and lift it to cover your face. He slips again, pulling you in close to pepper your forehead with a kiss or two, โ€œSilly girl. Come, Iโ€™m hungry.โ€
Steve offers his hand and you greedily take it, lacing your fingers with his, bringing the back of his hand to your lips. You kiss the front of his hand, once, twice, three times, just to reassure him that you arenโ€™t going to do what you did last time. That girl is gone.ย 
Iโ€™m still here, bitch. You need to run. Now.
Well, sheโ€™s almost gone. You swallow hard and grip Steveโ€™s hand harder as the two of you walk side by side, down the long corridor towards the kitchen. Thereโ€™s a slight breeze as you walkโ€” the light curtain blowing soft in the wind seeping in from the broken window. You cut your eyes towards the wall, the random piece of art that used to hang there now sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall. A few shards of glass from the frame still littering the hardwood floor.ย 
Steve tightens his grip.ย 
The two of you push past the living room. A new lamp sits in the place of the old one you launched at his head just days before. Your feet start to sting as you move, all cut up from running through broken glass and rocks and twigs once you made it outside. It was stupid; you were stupid.ย 
โ€œI just want to take care of you!โ€ you heard him scream as you ducked behind a tree, your heart pounding, โ€œYou fuckinโ€™ bitchโ€” Iโ€™m sorry! Iโ€™m fuckinโ€” get back here!โ€
Once at the threshold of the kitchen, Steve whips you around his body, sending you deeper into the room, spinning on the balls of your feet. You laugh a littleโ€” maybe heโ€™s lightening up. When you come to a stop, you turn to face him, your bottom lip between your teeth, a warmth spreading through your skin. Youโ€™re a little dizzy, soโ€ฆ light between the sleep deprivation youโ€™ve forced on yourself and not eating for days on end.ย 
You find him smiling softly. Head tilted a little, a dreamy look in his eyes. This is the first time you notice how nice he looks tonight. A black button down shirt tucked into gray slacks. Black dress shoes. His dark hair is parted and combedโ€” not the usual fingers through it once or twice. He dressed up for you. That makes you smile harder, fuller.ย 
Donโ€™t let him win. This isnโ€™t right and you know it. Be strong.
Your head ticks slightly. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!ย 
Steve smiles at you bigger too and your stomach does a little flip. Heโ€™s so handsomeโ€” but within the blink of an eye, literally, his smile is gone. His eyes and lips hard again, as he crosses his arms over his chest again. He pushes his chin forward, tips his head back, his lids low over his eyes so he can glare down at you through his lashes, โ€œTake your dress off.โ€
You swallow hard, โ€œW-what?โ€
โ€œYou heard me. Take it off.โ€
The sharpness of his tone cuts you to the quick, sending a chill through you. You donโ€™t dare take your eyes off of him as fear ripples through your body, but your fingers scratch at your thighs, bunching the material in your hands. Slowly, you pull the dress upward, over your head. Nerves fill you again as you stand stark naked in front of him, gripping the dress tight in your hands, butterflies, the nervous kind, fluttering in your stomach. Your heartbeat in your ears.ย 
The sound of his shoes clicking against the floor floods your senses as you blink furiously at him, your mouth falling open as he steps right up to you. Towering over you. He pulls the dress from your hands and takes a deep breath, filling his nose with your scent before he speaks, โ€œYouโ€™re going to make my dinner. Then youโ€™re going to sit by my side and watch me eatโ€” and if youโ€™re a really good girl and ask nicely, I might let you lick my plate when Iโ€™m done, understand?โ€ย 
Tears fill your eyes as you nod, a single hot stray slipping down your cheek. He grabs your chin again, pushing your face up towards his, โ€œUse your words.โ€
โ€œYes.โ€
โ€œYes, what?โ€
A sob slips out quick, but you swallow the one behind it that threatens to follow, โ€œYes, I understand.โ€
He grabs your face in his hands again, his thumbs sweeping underneath your eyes to wipe away the wetness, โ€œGood girls donโ€™t cry, okay? Iโ€™m not going to hurt you, I promise. It hurts me that you still donโ€™t trust me.โ€
You reach for his hands, wrapping your fingers around his wrists, holding on tight, โ€œI trust you, I do. Youโ€™re just so mad at me.โ€ You cry soft, dipping your head and nuzzling into his big palm.
โ€œOh, sweetie,โ€ he purrs, โ€œItโ€™s all gonna be okay, you just have to learn to be a good girl.โ€ Steve bops your nose with his index finger, punctuating his words, โ€œBad girls get eaten, and I donโ€™t want to eat you and I certainly donโ€™t want to sell you off to my clients,โ€ he smiles again, kinda sinister, โ€œThis bodyโ€™s too perfect to cut up.โ€
You smile at the compliment, โ€œYou think so?โ€
โ€œOh baby, Iโ€™m a plastic surgeon, I know so. Women pay for bodies like yours every day, youโ€™re so lucky.โ€ The warmth is back. Spreading like lava from the tips of your toes to the very top of your head, โ€œBut youโ€™re going to have to learn the hard way.โ€ He leans in real close again, his lips at your ear, โ€œThis is what punishment looks like, darling,โ€ he whispers, โ€œHands, please.โ€
Your eyes go sad again but, you lift your hands gently, push them out and watch as he slips the brown leather cuffs over your hands and locks them up with the key. The chain between them is longer than the usual one, so you can cook and such. Youโ€™ve fucked up five months of training, of trust, but maybe youโ€™ll work back up to walking around freely. Maybe.
Then heโ€™s gone, back facing you as he disappears back into the living room. The radio starts seconds later, something kind of slow and old. Something you havenโ€™t heard since you were a kid. In the car with your mom, your window down. The sun shining, wind whipping you in the face as you hum.
So raise your hands to heaven and pray
That weโ€™ll be back together someday
Youโ€™re on autopilot now. Moving towards the fridge, opening the door to reveal the neatly arranged refrigerator. Green kale, yellow squash, black cherries, brown eggs. White milk poured from the original carton into a crystal pitcher. Red meat. Neatly packaged and labeled with the cleanest handwriting youโ€™ve ever seen for a doctor. You pick up the saran wrapped foam tray, fingers trembling as you bring it eye level. Three letters written in black sharpie. Noa.ย 
Youโ€™re surprised at what floods through you as you read the name over and over again. Jealousy. Heโ€™s told you about her many timesโ€” never let the two of you see each other though. He told you how he thought she was different too. His two pretty girls. Anger flashes through you at the thought of her being in this kitchen, cooking for Steve and vice versa. Fucking Steve. Bathing with Steve.ย 
You slam the door and turn on your heel.ย 
Spaghetti and meatballs it is.ย 
โ€”
The song has changed a few times. Something upbeat plays now, West End Girls by Pet Shop Boys. This one you know well. Steve made his way back into the kitchen a song ago, humming and singing loudly, even dancing as he moves around you, plucking silverware and random utensils from the drawers to set the table. Snaps his fingers to the beat as he rolls his hips softly while standing in front of his wine cabinet, contemplating on which red to enjoy this evening.ย 
Your spaghetti sauce bubbles in the pot as you stir it slowly, sprinkling in the fresh garlic and onion. After a dash of salt, you lift the wooden spoon to your lips, tasting the sauce and humming happily to yourself when the flavors explode on your tongue.ย 
Eyes are on you again. The small hairs on your naked body standing on end after you start to become aware of the constant gaze again. You swallow, kinda hard, but keep your attention on the sauce, turning down the flame so you can start to form the meatballs. Clicks of expensive shoes against hardwood fills the kitchen and then thereโ€™s a chest crushed against your back. A nose in your hair, taking in another deep breath of your expensive shampoo. Warm fingers slither around your naked sides, gripping the meat of your body before pushing around to your stomach, grabbing more of you.ย 
Another hand cups your right tit, squeezing hard, finding your nipple to roll it slowly. With his nose still in your hair, he sways you back and forth with him to the music. Hums along with it as the hand around your waist slips further down, fingers pushing between your folds, stroking gently. He releases your tit to stretch his arm over your chest and wrap his fingers over your shoulder as he takes another step into you, rubbing his cock against your ass.ย 
You slam your eyes closed, a hum whirring in the back of your throat as your body starts to react to his touch. Slippery and wet in no time, the sound of your slick filling your ears when he pushes two fingers inside. You moan, throwing both hands outward to grip the edge of the counter.
A large palm cups your chin, fingers digging into your cheek as he yanks your head upward, โ€œToys donโ€™t make noise, slut.โ€ he growls into your ear, tone low and threatening, โ€œThis is for me, not you. Understand? Nothing tonight, or any night in the near future, is for you. Not until I say so.โ€
His fingers keep fucking into you. Real quick pushes. But his fingers donโ€™t leave your body, no, he keeps them inside of you the entire time. His palm keeping a steady pressure against your clit.ย  A thigh, Steveโ€™s thigh, pushes between your legs to get them to open just as he drags that wet tongue back up along your neck, right to the back of your ear.
โ€œTell me when youโ€™re about to comeโ€” and donโ€™t burn my sauce.โ€
Only then does he pull his fingers from you, just to stroke your clit with his thumb. Your shaky arms return to stirring your tomato sauce, swallowing hard again as you check the flame, turning it even lower. Steve peeks at you over your shoulder, a small smile on his face as he watches you struggle, his fingers rubbing slow circles against you. Finding your nipples again with his free hand, knowing how sensitive they are and how much you like him to play with them.ย 
โ€œThat meat isnโ€™t going to cook itself,โ€ he warns.ย 
You nod quickly, wiping at your forehead with the back of your hand.ย 
Little pangs of electricity start to bounce through you. Stomach going tight and then relaxing, hips bucking ever so soft as Steve starts to hit that little spot. Right when it starts to feel good. You rip into the saran wrap with two fingers and grab a chunk of the meat. Itโ€™s soft between your hands, freshly ground no doubt.ย 
You roll it gently between your palms, grabbing just a little more to make a bigger meatball before you reach for some oil. It sizzles when you pour it into the pan, the oil. Pops with the heat. Your chest tightens suddenly, a deeper pang rippling through you as Steve flattens his fingers, thrashes them faster back and forth, back and forth, back and forth against your clit. You bare down and sink your teeth into your bottom lip to keep quiet as your hips roll into his hand. Jesus.ย 
Two meatballs, three, four, five, six. Number seven and then eight until the foam tray is empty. You plop them one by one into the hot oil, a faster, angrier sizzle filling the kitchen as the song changes again.ย 
โ€œOoh,โ€ Steve laughs, snapping his fingers, โ€œCโ€™est La Vie, I love this song.โ€
Itโ€™s all a jumbled mess to you. The music, his voice. Your heart is in your throat as your vision tunnels to the meatballs and sauce, trying to stay present. Not give in to the feeling pooling in your belly. The cool air from the air conditioning makes everything worse. Goosebumps pop up along your skin from the heat of the stove, the heat of your arousal spreading through you, and then the sudden whoosh of the cold. Steve can feel it. Knows your body pretty well after all this time. So his fingers start moving faster over your clit, teeth nibbling on your earlobe before they bite down into your shoulder.ย 
Your hips jerk forward, your head falling back on his shoulder real quick before you throw it back forward. Youโ€™re stark still for a second, two, three. Eyes slammed closed, hands gripping the counter and the wooden spoon for dear life. The ripples are coming faster now, one not fully washed away before the second is rolling through. Sweat pops up on your brow. Breath hitches in your chest as it builds. Higher, faster as you force air out between your teeth.ย 
A low hum slips out, vibrates in your throat as your eyes flutter. Your clit stings from the constant contact, jumps once or twice at the onslaught. Itโ€™s so close you can taste it. Lurking just below the surface, a minute more and youโ€™ll be a howling, squirting mess. Thatโ€™s okay, baby. I like a squirter.ย 
โ€œIโ€™m gonna come,โ€ you force out between heavy panting, โ€œS-Steve, Iโ€™m g-gonna come.โ€
And just like that. All the pressure, the touching, his chest crammed to your back, hard cock rubbing. Itโ€™s all gone. You find the energy to push the meatball around the pan before leaning forward, resting your palms on the counter as your hot, wet cunt throbsโ€” begs for a release. Steve sucks his fingers clean behind you, loudly, with a little pop as he pulls them from his mouth and wipes them dry on your thigh.ย 
Thereโ€™s no praise. No sweet epithets or words of encouragement for doing the right thing and telling him you were about to come. No. Thereโ€™s just a slap on the ass before he throws his arm around your neck, catching your chin in the crook of his arm, โ€œI own you. This cunt,โ€ he grabs your sex, cups it real hard, โ€œI own this filthy little cunt, got it? You are mine to do with what I please.โ€ he falls silent, blinking at the side of your face a few times, โ€œGood girl or bad girl, youโ€™re mine.โ€
His fingers start rubbing again, real slow, slipping along your clit and teasing your opening, โ€œHow much longer until dinnerโ€™s ready?โ€
โ€œUm,โ€ you stutter, โ€œUh, I just uh,โ€ you shut your eyes again quick, humming soft, โ€œI just gotta cook the noodles. Not long.โ€
โ€œEnough time for me to use you?โ€
Your brown eyes pop open. Chest still rising and falling hard as the sound of his belt buckle being undone stuffs your ears, โ€œYes.โ€ Itโ€™s simple, your answer. Quick and quiet, โ€œJust let me get the water boiling.โ€
He allows you to slip out from between him and the counter, over to the sink. Shaky hands hold the glass measuring cup underneath the stream of water before pouring it into the pan. Purposed steps carry you back to the stove, Steve still standing there, watching every move you make as you set the pot on the back burner and turn the knob, igniting the flame underneath it. You add a dash of salt to help it boil and then you both just wait. Stand there, staring at it. Almost willing it to start bubbling.ย 
Once the water is dancing, bubbling soft, thereโ€™s movement behind you again. The sound of his belt sliding against the material of his slacks, in and out of each loop. The pop of a button, the slow zip of his zipper coming down. All the while you reach for the box of spaghetti noodles, breaking it open and dumping them into the water.ย 
Warm hands are on your hips. Guiding you over a step or two before fingers slide up your spine and slip over your shoulder. He lifts your leg. Bends it at the knee and places it on the counter before bending you forward. Another round of shivers ripple down your spine and throughout your body as his warm cockhead pushes through your sticky folds. Then heโ€™s pushing, just at your opening. He grabs the back of your neck, squeezes, as he pushes inside so easy.
โ€œWhat a fucking whore,โ€ he muses, letting out a deep breath, โ€œThis is allโ€”โ€ he grunts low as he slips all the way in, his stomach flat against your ass, โ€œ โ€”all youโ€™re good forโ€”โ€ sucks a gulp of air in through his teeth before pushing it out real slow, โ€œ โ€”this is all bad girls are good for, understand?โ€
You nod again. Quickly. Keeping your bottom lip between your teeth as you take him. He fills you up good. Deep. And youโ€™re so ready, needy and wet, hot and swollen. Extra sensitive to his fingers playing with your clit again. But you donโ€™t dare make a sound, nope. Not one. You just knaw on your lip as you bounce off of Steveโ€™s stomach, your nipples grazing the marble countertop with each pass, adding to the sensation of it all.
โ€œThis fuckhole,โ€ he pants, his hands moving back down to grip your waist, โ€œThis dirty little needy hole was made for me and only me. You know that deep down, donโ€™t youโ€” ah, fuck.โ€
Itโ€™s getting unbearable. Youโ€™re hot all over, tingly, sweaty. The urge to reach between your legs and rub your clit, to tease that little nub until it spasms, until your walls are clamping about Steveโ€™s cock so you can milk himโ€ฆ itโ€™sโ€ฆ hard to ignore. You have to ball your fists to physically stop yourself. Slow breaths, in and out, in and out. This isnโ€™t for you.ย 
Steve yanks you up suddenly, crushing his chest into your back, craning your head towards the ceiling, a fist full of your hair. Teeth are on your skin again. Nipping and biting as he fucks into you. Fingers finding your tits again, groping and squeezing, tweaking thick nipples until you're grinding your teeth, trying to keep quietโ€” trying to be a good girl.ย 
Youโ€™re convinced Steve can read your mind. Months of his training is working both ways. He snakes his long arm down your body, real slow, between your tits, down your soft belly, right until his fingers are hovering above your sexโ€” the tips just barely touching your clit. He keeps them there, just there, to tease you more. His pounding hips thrusting you forward, pushing you into the smallest, sweetest, delicate little touch from the pads of his fingers against your tingly clit. And with it comes the pangs in your stomach, the electric charges racing through your veins.ย 
You curl your lips to speak his name, to let him know youโ€™re about to come again but thereโ€™s no need. Steve grips your waist, hard, his nails digging into the meat of your sides. His octave raises just a hair, his grunts louder, hips losing control of their smooth delivery. He slams into you one last time and just holds there for a second, cock rooted deep as he starts to spurt.
He starts fucking into you again, ribbon after ribbon of silk filling you up as he releases. You flatten your palms on the countertop to hold your weight, letting your mouth fall open and silently counting to ten to keep the mere sound of him coming from making you come all over him. The chain between the leather handcuffs slapping against the wooden cabinets below.
After heโ€™s done, milked, his heavy head falls to your shoulder, lips grazing your shoulder blade, โ€œWhew,โ€ he mutters before pushing out a quick breath and shaking his head, โ€œMmm.โ€
He pulls out of you and stumbles back into the island, leaving a string of cum and slick hanging from your cunt. You swallow hard again, tilting your head towards the ceiling, blinking as you focus your breaths. Then, you pick up the wooden spoon. Stir the cooking pastaโ€” albeit with a shaky hand. Check the sauce to make sure itโ€™s not burning.
Like a good girl.
Thereโ€™s no more talking between the two of you as you finish up his dinner. Steve cleans himself up and moves back towards the kitchen table, leaving you a mess while plating his food. Cum dribbles from your cunt. Slips down the inside of your thigh, strings of your slick hanging between your swollen, hot folds. Itโ€™s degrading, the whole scene. You, bare naked, him fully dressed. Cum dripping from your used cunt as he just sits there, all dressed up and clean, watching you approach with his spaghetti.ย 
You set his plate in front of him, leave again for just a moment to slice into the fresh loaf of French bread, butter them up and bring him two slices. Pour his wine.
Steve smiles up at you, โ€œThank you, bunny,โ€ he says, picking up his knife and fork. Then he just points, down at the floor by his side.ย 
You fall to your knees. Scootch a little closer to his side.ย 
โ€œAht, aht,โ€ he tisks gently, spinning his plate to get it just right before picking up his fork and knife. He taps on the table, โ€œI wanna be in your mouth while I eat.โ€ You stare at him with wide eyes, lips parting a little as he slices into a meatball and pops it into his mouth.
Your eyes drift down his side and to his lap, his pants still splayed open from his use of you in the kitchen. You canโ€™t help but blink back up at him as he sits there, spinning his fork looped with spaghetti into his spoon. He keeps his eyes straight forward, as if you arenโ€™t even there, as he takes another bite. Chewing slow. Exhaling happily. The song in the background changes againโ€” something slower. Richard Marx maybe?ย 
Next thing you know, youโ€™re crawling. Underneath the table, propping up on your knees again in front of him. The clinks and scrapes of his silverware against the plate sound from above, the soft click of his wine glass connecting with the tabletop after he takes a sip.ย 
Your fingers take over, skipping up his thighs and to his open fly, warmth finding warmth. Steve doesnโ€™t skip a beat when you pull him from his boxers, still semi hard, veins just barely pressing against the delicate, thin skin. You open up and take him in. Just like that. Pushing forward, so close now that his knees press into your shoulders.ย 
It takes a minute for you to adjust. Find the right position thatโ€™s comfortable. The awkwardness of what to do with your hands fading as you just rest them in your lap. You blink steadily as he takes up the space in your mouth and flattens your tongue to the bottom of your mouth. Itโ€™s strange, just having his cock there, without sucking, licking, spitting, slobbering on it. You raise your eyes a bit, just to his chest, focus on the soft inhales and exhales he takes. The silverware on the plate, the wine glass lifting and clicking back down, him moaning a little as he devours the meal youโ€™ve prepared. Almost as if heโ€™s completely unaware that his cock is in your mouth and that heโ€™s eating a woman.ย 
Something in you, somewhere deep, starts to stir. Warmth blooms in your belly, across your flesh as you start to go all slick again. Thereโ€™s something intimate about this. About the degradation of it. You could curl your tongue around him right now. Really form your lips around his cock and get him all hard and ready again. Lick him to his mushroom head, and then pull him all the way inside again. Right until heโ€™s at the back of your throat. You could use your handsโ€” grip his thighs, dig your nails in. Hold that little waist of his as you suck him off while he eats.ย 
Maybe he wouldnโ€™t even acknowledge it. Just keep eating, keep humming right along to the song as he pushes his bread around the plate, sopping up the rest of your sauce and whateverโ€™s left of Noa. Yeah. Something deep starts to stir.
Or maybe heโ€™d be angry. Maybe heโ€™d yank you up from your place on the floor, grab you up in his big hands, tell you how bad of a girl you areโ€” how you just donโ€™t learn. Then heโ€™d throw you on the table. Spread your legs real wide and run his fingers through your folds. Push them in real slow, tease your asshole with his thumb. Without warning, heโ€™d just slam into you, a hand against the back of your head, pinning you down. Using you like the little doll you are.ย 
A moan escapes at the thought of it and you feel Steve hitches just a bit. The vibration of your little noise sending a tremor up his spine and right to his balls. He even jumps a little in your mouth. A smile tugs at the corners of your mouth.ย 
Youโ€™re a mess again. All wet and drippy, stomach tight. You adjust and then readjust under the table, thighs starting to burn. Steve likes to savor each and every one of his meals, you see. Thereโ€™s a clattering of his utensils onto the plate, the slurp of the last drop of wine being swallowed and then he just pushes away from the table. Out of your mouth. You fall forward and catch yourself with your hands. The fantasy in your head dissolves like a sugar cube in water.ย 
Turning your head, you watch him move into the kitchen, pour another glass of wine. He washes his plate. Pops back into the fridge and starts pulling things out, โ€œYouโ€™re a lucky girl,โ€ he calls, โ€œA very, very lucky girl. Come, sit.โ€
You crawl out, move to the bar, slide into the seat as something starts to sizzle in the pan in front of him. A lobster tail.
โ€œAh, no, I donโ€™t do meat,โ€ you smiled back at him in that dim little bar, โ€œPescatarian.โ€
You feel his eyes on you again and pull yours up, blink quick, โ€œA very lucky girl, indeed.โ€ He smiles.
โ€”
Steve watches you eat, pushes you to finish it allโ€” the lobster, the little bit of pasta that was left over now doused with olive oil and a little basil, the small side salad. Makes you drink a full glass of waterโ€” gotta replenish your fluids, baby.ย 
โ€œGood girl,โ€ he smiles when you finish the glass, โ€œNow, I want you to wash your dishes, one by one.โ€
โ€œOkโ€”โ€
โ€œ โ€” Iโ€™m not finished,โ€ he warns, his tone making you snap your lips shut again, โ€œBetween each dish, I want you to touch yourself, but you donโ€™t get to come, understand?โ€
You swallow hard. Blink nervously back at him, before dropping your head, โ€œO-okay. Yes.โ€
Steve reaches out, catches your chin with his knuckles and tilts your head back up. His thumb caresses your chin as his eyes bounce back and forth between yours, โ€œYou were a bad girl and this is how bad girls get treated.โ€ You nod, try and drop your head again but he yanks it back into place, squeezes your cheeks, โ€œI trusted you and you disappointed me, remember?โ€
Tears cloud your eyes as you nod again, โ€œI remember, Iโ€™m sorryโ€”โ€
โ€œ โ€” shh, shh, shh, donโ€™t cry,โ€ he whispers, โ€œJust do as I say.โ€
He drops your chin from his hand. Leans back into his chair and rests his arm over the back of the stool. Cocks his head. Thatโ€™s your cue.ย 
You draw your right leg up first, flattening your foot on the seat of the barstool. Then the other, spreading yourself open, putting your used cunt on full display. Shaky fingers find your clit, your soft touch rather calming as your nerves and anxiety starts to peak again. It wonโ€™t take long, youโ€™re so worked up and ready after being teased and touched and denied for the evening. You start rubbing anyway, electricity sparking in your stomach instantly.ย 
Pat, pat, pat, your fingers flat against your clit as you slap at yourself before rubbing again, slick coating your digits. Your tits bounce and jiggle as your hand gets faster, the feeling building hard and quick. You cup your left tit, pull on your nipple as your hips push forward into your thrashing handโ€” up and down, back and forth, flesh hot and sticky and swollen.
Steveโ€™s trusting you to get this right. The very thought makes you moan. You want to make him happy, gain his trust back so you push further. Push yourself right to the brink. Right to where you can feel your heart in the back of your throat. Right to where your release is rippling up and down your spine. Right to where the synapses are snapping so quick, so hard that thereโ€™s no time for the feeling to recede, another wave of electricity rolling in on top of the other.
Youโ€™re moaning and gasping, the filthy sound of your wet cunt filling the kitchen, hips pushing and pulling and when itโ€™s right thereโ€” right where one more thrash, rub, slap would pluck you like a ripe fruitโ€” you stop. You let your head fall back and your mouth hang as you drag in deep breaths, humming low while you exhale, trying to bring yourself back down. Your two feet hit the floor and you standโ€” with help, having to brace your still handcuffed hands on the counter to steady yourself. Two blue eyes follow you around the counter and to the sink.
It continues like that for every utensil you used for dinner. Plate, fork, knife, cup, bowl. Youโ€™re trembling now, hot all over, needy, achyโ€” confused. Your mind is spinning, blurry, fuzzy. The heat, the wet between your legs, the sting. Those eyes. Unwavering. Just staring at you as you hold your hands underneath the warm stream of water, trying to finish cleaning this stupid bowl.ย 
A sob chokes up in your throat, honestly catching you by surprise. The bowl in your hands clanks against the sink when you drop it, your hands flying to your mouth and face so you can hide. Youโ€™re sobbing, all six months of this hell culminating into this moment and spilling over.ย 
โ€œI ca-canโ€™t do this,โ€ you sob, the words barely discernible, โ€œIโ€™m sor-sorry, iโ€™mโ€” iโ€™m so confusedโ€” iโ€™m so,โ€ย 
A warmth wraps around you within seconds. Arms, a chest, lips. A soft murmur in your ear. Youโ€™re lifted right off of your feet, your legs pulled around his waist, a large palm cradling the back of your head while the other slips up and down your naked back. You wrap your suddenly heavy arms around his neck and bury your face into him, let him carry you away. Down another hallway. Into a roomโ€” his room.ย 
A softness then surrounds you, a comforter and pillows. They smell like him. Itโ€™s nice. Steve disappears into the bathroom, leaving you all alone in this big bedโ€ฆ the door cracked.ย 
Nowโ€™s your chance! Run!
โ€œIโ€™m sorry, bunny,โ€ you turn your head towards his voice wafting from the bathroom, โ€œI pushed too hard tonight, didnโ€™t I?โ€
You blink, your eyes stinging and puffy, and then heโ€™s there, leaning against the door frame. Greedy eyes skip down his bare frame. Smooth, bare skin. Abs. Little black boxer briefs hugging his small waistโ€ฆ and that nagging voice, the last little bit of fight you had left, sinks away.ย 
โ€œI donโ€™t,โ€ he sighs before rubbing his forehead with his fingers, โ€œI donโ€™t like doing this to you, but you make me. You know that right? You make me do these things.โ€
You just start to cry harder.
Steve pushes away from the door frame, keeping his eyes on you as he saunters towards the bed and lays next to you. He cradles your cheek in his palm again, his thumb pushing back and forth over your lips as he blinks back at you. Then he kisses you, real soft. Slow. It makes your eyes flutter all stupid. He rolls on top of you, his weight pinning you to the mattress as his tongue pushes into your mouth, massages yours, licks at the roof.ย 
You feel like a feather as Steve works his way down your body. His lips and mouth nipping at your skin, licking, kissing down, down, down. Between your breasts, down your stomach as he spreads your legs with his knees. He sits up, up on his knees and tilts his head again as he looks down at you, a soft smile on his face.
โ€œThis is what itโ€™s about you know,โ€ he says soft, running his fingers between your tits, โ€œItโ€™s about giving.โ€
Steve grabs your bound hands and pulls them toward him, resting them over his heart. You sit up, your eyes wide as you blink at him.
โ€œItโ€™s about giving yourself over to somebody. Becoming one with somebody else, forever and thatโ€™sโ€ฆโ€ Steve drops his head, his eyes following your hands as they slide down his sides and dip into his boxers. A sharp breath pulls through his teeth when your lips meet his stomach, right above the band of his boxers as you start to pull them down, โ€œThatโ€™s a beautiful thing.โ€
He cups your face in his hands and kisses you again, โ€œThatโ€™s surrender,โ€ he whispers, his lips brushing against yours heโ€™s so close, โ€œThatโ€™s love.โ€
You nod, all stupid and naive, batting your big eyes and breathing heavy, โ€œI understand.โ€
Steve kisses you again, deep and slow, his tongue sliding along the roof of your mouth. He grabs your top lip between his and sucks real soft, โ€œDo you love me, bunny?โ€ He whispers.
A hum vibrates in your throat, through your chest thatโ€™s now rising and falling harder and faster. Heโ€™s so hot and cold, youโ€™re angry and scared but so needy and clingy all wrapped up into one. You want all of his attention, but none of it at all. You want to go home but when you have the chance to run, you stay.
You want to hate him. Hate his hands around your neck, his lips on your skinโ€ฆ but your cunt aches for him now. Tightens around nothing but the thoughts of him moving down that corridor for you in the middle of the night. Wets with the longing for his fingers in your mouth. Clenches for those filthy names that roll off his tongue.ย 
You have to blink away from him. The tears are filling your eyes again and god, you donโ€™t want to disappoint him again. Itโ€™s just so confusing.ย 
Steve laughs at the sight of your internal struggle. Itโ€™s low, rumbles through his chest, but heโ€™s so delighted, โ€œAw honey,โ€ he purrs as his thumbs sweep underneath your eyes, wiping away the wetness, โ€œHoney, honey, honey, itโ€™s okayโ€” itโ€™s okay. Iโ€™ll take care of you.โ€
The words still donโ€™t come. Theyโ€™re stuck between your mind and throat somewhere. Maybe the fight isnโ€™t all the way dead yet.
โ€œI know what you need,โ€ Steve nods slow before he bops your nose with his finger.ย 
He lays you back, his big hand cupping the back of your head all the way until it meets the pillow. Then heโ€™s crawling over you. Knocking your knees apart with his so he can muzzle in between. Collects your legs with his hands, throws them over his shoulders as he flattens his body against the mattress. You gasp when he drags the tip of his nose along your stomach, from hip to hip, his lips snagging your skin at random intervals.ย 
โ€œLook at you,โ€ he whispers after kissing the inside of your thigh, โ€œYouโ€™re so,โ€ he kisses you again, this time a little lower, closer to your swollen sex, โ€œWet for me.โ€
You draw your legs together around his head as he punctuates his words with his fingersโ€” slipping three of them all the way in, โ€œGod, you always take me so easy, sweetheart.โ€
Steveโ€™s wet tongue joins the party before youโ€™re even ready for it, your brain already turning to mush from just his fingers. It slips through your folds as he pumps his fingers slowly and flicks against your achy clit before he sucks the nub into his mouth. Your hips push into his face, a long, breathy moan escaping your mouth as you finally start to get a little pleasure after the past few days.ย 
His fingers curl inside to stroke your wet, soft walls. He leans back a little, disconnecting his face from your pussy with a smack to watch his thick fingers go in and out, his thumb taking the place of his tongue and lips on your clit. Steel eyes skipping up to your face as he puckers his lips, blowing warm air against sticky skin. Warm, wet lips find your thigh again. Steve presses one, two, three, four sloppy kisses before his teeth snag your skinโ€” a quick nip before he sits up and drags you down to the edge of the bed.ย 
On his knees, he grabs your right leg and throws it over his shoulder while hooking his arm under your left, his fingers digging into the meat of your thigh. You push up onto your elbows to watch as he buries his face in your cunt again, shaking his head back and forth, smacking on you loud. He starts flicking his tongue again as your hips roll. Pushes his three fingers back in and jams them harder and faster.ย 
Your head falls back as you squeak from the pressure building in your stomach. Your hips take on a rhythm of their own, bucking into Steveโ€™s face as you pull yourself up, cupping his head in your palm. He hums against your skin to send vibrations through you, sending your octave higher and higher. You start pulling at your nipple, rolling it gently as you bite down into your bottom lip. Curse words and hisses fall from your mouth as the coil inside starts to unravel with every lick, every suck, every jab of his fingers.ย 
Strained thighs start to shake from the tension building in your body. Youโ€™re a moaning mess; your hips almost uncontrollable as his tongue starts sneaking inside your slit, right along with his fingers. Steveโ€™s making a meal of you all the while, smacking loud, shaking his head back and forth, leaving back just long enough to slap your pussy with his wet fingers before rubbing your clit and plunging back into you with them.ย 
You gasp when his tongue travels to your taint and circles your rim, causing your hips to snap again. Heโ€™s lapping at your cunt within seconds, pushing that sneaky tongue down to your taint and asshole every so often, pushing you closer and closer to the edge of your collapse.
โ€œFuck, Steve,โ€ you breathe, letting your head fall again, โ€œIโ€™m gonna cum, babyโ€” Iโ€™m gonnaโ€”โ€ just as you're about to give into itโ€” the electricity, the rushing pressureโ€” you freeze. Your fuzzy brain sharpening in an instant.ย 
Youโ€™re unsure of what to do.ย 
He hasnโ€™tโ€ฆ told you what to do yet.ย 
You try and relaxโ€” pull it back by releasing a slow, steady breath between your teeth. This is a test. Heโ€™s testing you. If you werenโ€™t sure before, you certainly are now that those eyes are on you again, his fingers slowing just a tad, his lips still wrapped around your clit. He pushes his fingers deep, keeps them there real still for a second or two before he curls them again and just starts stroking your insides. Quick and repeatedly against the same little spot. All the while, staring up at you as he sucks on your sweet little nub.ย 
Your teeth sink into your bottom lip again, hips pushing hard into his face before you can stop them, โ€œIโ€™m, mmph, Iโ€™m close. Ca-can I cum this time?โ€
โ€œMmm,โ€ he groans, pulling away from your pussy, chin and mouth wet and shiny as he flips his eyes down to your puffy cunt, โ€œAsk me nicโ€”โ€
โ€œโ€”Please? Can I cum this time, Steve? Pleaseplease?โ€
He chuckles at your eagerness, โ€œWhat a good girl you are. Yes bunny, you can cum this time.โ€
Your heart soars at the news. Steve slaps your clit again before diving back in, flattening his tongue against your slit, the tip just catching the edge of your little hole. Heโ€™s moaning against you as he sucks your clit back into his mouth, shaking his head back and further with fervor. You cradle the top of his head with your hand again and finally give yourself permission to relax, to give all the way in. That you deserve this after being a bad girl.ย 
Within minutes, youโ€™re soaring again, like Icarus against the sun. Youโ€™re panting, squirming, writhing, hips snapping against his tongue and lips and mouth. When it snaps, that little, hot coil thatโ€™s buried deep inside, itโ€™s heavenly. Your hips snap one last time and stay there, thighs shaking, the soft meat of your belly jiggling as your clit jumps with each convulsion of your pussy.ย 
Steve jumps back as you start to squirt, puckering his lips as he exhales and continues to pound into you, clearly very pleased, โ€œThatโ€™s right, baby,โ€ he eggs on, slapping at your clit with his free hand, โ€œThatโ€™s right, this little filthy hole is all mine, isnโ€™t it? You sweet thing, you.โ€
It splats against the carpet, gushing like a geyser as you finally get to release all this pent up emotion. Your hips jerk with each wave, each squirt until your limbs turn to liquid. You fall back against the mattress, unable to hold yourself up any longer, your body jerking with the aftershocks of your orgasm. You canโ€™t catch your breath fast enough as you drag in air.ย 
โ€œYouโ€™re so pathetic itโ€™s adorable, you know that?โ€ Steve pipes up after a minute or two, now standing at the side of the bed, his hard cock in his hand. He strokes himself slowly, from base to tip, rolling his palm over his red cockhead, โ€œI could smell it on you that night at the grocery store. I just knew I had to have you.โ€
Just seeing him there, fucking himself with his hand, his tits and biceps flexing with each stroke, his breath just barely hitching, eyelids fluttering just a tadโ€” makes you clench. You blink at him with wide eyes before dropping them to his cock in his hand, a little moan sneaking through. You are pathetic. You want him. You hate him. You need him. You want to kill him.ย 
You want him.
Everywhere. In your mouth, in your hands, in your soaked cunt and tight ass. Youโ€™d almost beg.ย 
Steve holds out his hand to you. His head cocked, a barely there smile painted on his lips as he blinks at you. You slide your small hand into his and let him pull you off the bed, turn you in his hands so his chest is crushed against your back. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, rubbing his nose along your shoulder as he presses his lips against your shoulder blade. Strong, soft hands travel down your body, groping your stomach and thighs as he drags his nose up your neck and into your hair, breathing you in.
Then heโ€™s bending you forward, just a bit. Hard cock pushing through your folds and along your clit as he grabs a handful of your ass in his hands. He keeps sliding himself against you, using your slick to coat his cock until his tip just catches on your hole. But he doesnโ€™t push any further. Doesnโ€™t force his way in. He just waits. Waits for you to reach behind and grab him, stroke him a few times before you guide him back towards your opening and push back against him, your mouth falling open as he fills the void.ย 
He grabs your arms and forces them behind you, folding them up against the small of your back. Then, and only then, does he start to move. Your skin slaps against his as you bounce off his cock and stomach, your eyes fluttering, mouth falling open. Youโ€™re still sensitive, just minutes post-orgasm, so every stroke, every snap of his hips hits that deep, used tight spot, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. He reaches over your shoulder and grabs your bouncing tit, squeezes hard before he starts prodding at your tight nipple. Rolling it, pulling on it, squeezing and tweaking it.ย 
Steveโ€™s a quiet lover when heโ€™s in the midst of it. Always was, but when he does sound, every so often, it sends you high. Steveโ€™s a picky man and he likes how you feel. Loves how you fit him like a glove. How warm and wet and soft your insides are. How your body closes around him, clenches him tight. He grabs your hips again, holds them tight as he fucks into you, deep, steady, calm strokes.
He untangles your arms and pulls one of them back, lets it rest on his hip before he grabs your shoulder. You hang on to himโ€” dig your fingers into his flesh, the top of his assโ€” and he groans a bit, just as your nails bite into his skin. The notion makes your body clench; your walls instinctively clamping around him.ย 
โ€œMmm,โ€ he groans, picking up his pace, โ€œI told you, this little hole is mineโ€ he murmurs, โ€œSee how you react to daddyโ€™s cock? Huh? Youโ€™ve been begging for daddyโ€™s cock for days, havenโ€™t you?โ€
You canโ€™t even answer. Cock drunk, your head hangs, tits bouncing, nothing but little squeaks and moans and whimpers, a few curse words slipping through.ย 
โ€œYeah,โ€ Steve breathes, reaching down your body again, his fingers prodding at your clit, โ€œSuch a dumb little whore begging for daddyโ€™s cock.โ€
You rest your hands, your still chained hands on the bed and close your eyes as you start to float again. Your body going all fuzzy, brain nothing but static as the warmth spreads through your veins. Steveโ€™s hips start to go a little wayward. He starts to lose the smooth strokes. They get a little harder and haphazard, the rhythm of them gone. He palms your ass again and you get a little louder, your stomach tightening as the rope starts to uncoil slowly.ย 
Steve grabs you shoulder suddenlyโ€” hard, his nails digging into your skin. Then he exhales, real quick at first, real shaky before a long, low moan rumbles through his chest and throat. He slams into you one, two more times, grabbing your hips and pushing deep and hard. You feel his cock jump, damn near think you feel his veins pulse inside of you and at the first shot of cum, you lose it again. Cumming around him as he fills you with his silk, ribbon after hot ribbon.ย 
Your fingers find your convulsing clit, thrash against it as you ride the high, each little synapse firing off a pang of electricity. Youโ€™re squirting again, not quite as much as before, but just as hard. It feels good taking him like this. Like a needy little cumslut, wanting each and every spurt, every ounce and drop of his hot cum. He starts to fuck into you again, pumping, pumping, pumping each jet of his spunk real deep and youโ€™re just greedy enough to clench your muscles, to keep it all inside.ย 
Cock dizzy and full of warmth, you smile. All the heaviness youโ€™ve been carrying around since you tried to run is all gone. The thoughts, the screams telling you to go, to run, all gone as his heavy, tight balls slap against you. Youโ€™re a mess again, but now so is Steve, his thighs and balls, lower stomach and the thick, dark, wiry hair all wet from your slick and your squirt. Steve levels a few slaps against your ass and you giggle abruptly, wiggling your ass as he finally pulls out and slaps his slippery cock on your asscheek.ย 
He pulls you up and spins you around to face him with one quick motion, kissing you hard, shoving his tongue in deep. You take it all. Kiss him back just as hard and moan into him, his lips and mouth still tangy from tasting your cuntโ€” but you like how you taste on him.ย 
Steve lays you down and curls around you, playing with the ends of your hair before pushing his hand down your chest. Youโ€™re a happy little mess, smiling and humming at his touch, the cold chain of your bound hands laying across your stomach. He splays his hand across your tummy and holds it there, his eyes on the side of your face.ย 
โ€œThat should do the trick, huh?โ€
You hum again, turning your head to nuzzle against his nose as sleep starts to invade, โ€œMmm, what do you mean?โ€
Steve pulls away just long enough to grab his phone from the dresser before he starts fumbling with it and places his hand back on your stomach, โ€œYouโ€™re ovulating, yeah? Yeah, you started thirteen days ago.โ€ Your eyes pop open at the words, just in time to catch him turn the phone towards you, the fertility tracker filling your vision.
He smiles wide and then kisses your cheek, โ€œThat should do the trick.โ€
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Take It Easy
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Pairing: Steve Kemp x Reader
Summary: Just how far are you willing to go to convince Steve he can trust you?
Word Count: 3.9k+
Warnings: Explicit content (18+ only). Dark themes. Implied imprisonment. Drugging. Inaccurate portrayal of how paralytics work because Iโ€™m here to be a whore, not to be factual actual. Dub-con/non-con elements (as always, pleaseย heed this warning). Nipple play. Slapping. Glove kink. Spit kink. Minor degradation. Overstimulation. Fingering. Forced orgasm.
A/N: This oneโ€™s been brewing since they released that promo pic of Steve in the freezer with his stupid, slutty little gloves.ย 
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Tricking him is something you knew would never work. But it is human nature to survive at all costs; to merely lie down and accept your fate at the mercy of a monster would be the very antithesis of self-preservation. Steve had made no attempt to dissuade your discovery of just how evil and nefarious he is and you foolishly thought yourself capable of feigning acceptance to lull him in and eventually convince him to let you go. You never expected it to backfire so spectacularly.ย 
Youโ€™ve grown accustomed to the dimly lit environment of Steveโ€™s bedroom, but this is something much different. This room is too cold, too bright, and too damn sterile. Thereโ€™s a reeking odor, sharp and burning in your nostrils; a recognizable scent akin to bleach, or else some other strong cleaning product. The unfamiliarity of the mirrored walls you find yourself surrounded by makes you uneasy, though not nearly as much as the realization that you canโ€™t seem to move any part of your body.
Youโ€™re lying on your back with your head slightly propped up and while youโ€™re acutely aware that you appear to be shaking violently, you cannot move your limbs of your own accord. For a brief moment, you worry you may be paralyzed, however you can still feel your limbs. So why canโ€™t you move them?
Although youโ€™re unable to move your head, your eyes shift as expected and youโ€™re horrified to learn that youโ€™re completely naked. Your breathing increases slightly at the notion and panic seeps into your veins at the onset of distant footsteps. Albeit frustratingly vague, your foggy mind is able to conjure at least some bits and pieces of how you ended up here, even if that obscure recollection seems too strange to be reality. A wave of nausea overcomes you as you frantically look around, feeling as if the entire world is suddenly strapped to a swift-moving ferris wheel.
The sound of a door opening somewhere nearby prompts your lungs to freeze, your rapid breaths catching as you listen intently for some clue as to who has entered. Deep down, you know whoโ€™s come to join you in this dungeon, but itโ€™s as if your mind refuses to accept the possibility. Growing more anxious as the footfalls move closer, you attempt to cover your nude body. A small sound emits from your dry throat when your arms refuse to budge. You can hear someone standing near, but you cannot see them. When they speak, you donโ€™t need to.
โ€œAh, there she is.โ€
Steveโ€™s familiar voice is velvety smooth, the dulcet tone and false geniality prompting a striking fear that has your body shaking even harder now. His presence serves as a terrifying reminder that youโ€™ve found yourself in a real-life nightmare. With your eyes squeezed shut, you fight the tears that threaten to spill and desperately try to calm your breathing. In all the complexity of your hair-brained plans, you seem only to have buried yourself more deeply in Steveโ€™s wicked clutches.
A distinct shiver rattles through you and you begrudgingly allow your eyes to ease open once more. The abundance of moisture spills over immediately. Your breathing has slowed considerably, though it has done nothing to stop the quaking of your naked frame. A subtle warmth surrounds your ankle and you want to flinch away from the sensation, but youโ€™re still rendered incapable of movement. You glance up and your stomach heaves, a wave of dizziness making your eyes roll slightly as you moan in discomfort.
โ€œItโ€™s just the drugs I gave you,โ€ Steve mentions casually, his fingertips trailing the length of your shinbone as his eyes follow the path of his hand.ย 
All at once, you worry that Steve has somehow uncovered your plot to fool him. Heโ€™s seen right through your put-upon antics of submission and understanding and you will pay the ultimate price for betraying his trust.
While your eyes remain open, you refuse to meet Steveโ€™s imploring gaze. Still, the suggestion of his frigid stare is an almost physical sensation upon your bare flesh. A small grunt niggles in the back of your throat as you fight against your own trembling body.
โ€œAre you cold?โ€ Steve ponders.ย 
His touch settles heavily at your waist, accompanied by the weight of his condescending tone. He observes you with precise scrutiny and is quick to note the lack of goosebumps across your skin. The disappointed way he sighs only frightens you more and you convulse so powerfully that your teeth begin to chatter. It would almost be a comical confirmation of his previous inquest if only your bodyโ€™s reaction were in fact on account of the temperature of the room.
โ€œYouโ€™re scared,โ€ he states with icy confidence, identifying the true cause of your symptom as a fat, salty tear rolls along your temple.
As much as you donโ€™t want Steve to see evidence of your fear or weakness, his statement holds too much truth to be denied. Youโ€™re terrified. A strangled sob works its way out of you, your chest constricting and your ribs threatening to crack beneath the burden of your circumstance.
โ€œPoor baby,โ€ Steve coos with patronizing acidity. โ€œYou have no idea what youโ€™ve done, do you?โ€
Unsure of his meaning, you watch anxiously from the corner of your eye as Steve produces a pair of black latex gloves and pulls the stretchy material over each of his long fingers, then lets them snap sharply around his slender wrists. When he lifts a silver scalpel, a bone-deep panic settles over you; the adrenaline surging suddenly through your body throws you into an alarming state of cognizance.
Fear burns hot and fierce in your stomach and you try with all your might to squirm, your mind seemingly still unwilling to accept that you canโ€™t. Steve appears to be entertained by your predicament and tilts his head piteously as he watches your fruitless attempts to move away from the tool he wields ominously above you. An inexplicable snort of laughter bursts from him as he closes in on you, a gloved hand making contact with the curve of your shoulder before skimming lightly along your collarbone until he swirls a finger in the hollow of your throat.
โ€œI gave you a local anesthetic,โ€ he admits joyously, gesturing to your lower torso. โ€œAnd a little bit of a paralytic.โ€
Steve leans in close to whisper the latter part of his confession as if heโ€™s letting you in on a fun secret before informing you that it will begin to wear off soon, though your movement will still be limited. His expression grows eerily sinister and his hand drifts upwards to cradle your cheek, turning your head and forcing you to meet his unflinching stare.
โ€œIโ€™m gonna take your kidney,โ€ he declares matter-of-factly, thumb sweeping gently along your cheekbone. โ€œItโ€™s one of the only organs you can live without because you have two of them. I promise you won't miss it much.โ€
He chuckles again then, smiling sadly as if it wounds him to inflict this on you. Regardless of his measly reassurance, you donโ€™t want Steve to take any part of you, but he ignores your tiny whimper and instead shifts so that his free hand can reach your abdomen.
โ€œSee? You canโ€™t feel that, can you?โ€ he asks.
To your horror, you feel almost nothing. Your brain registers the pressure of something bearing down on you, but your nerves detect no actual sensation of touch. The realization that Steve truly does intend to maim you prompts a fresh wave of scalding tears to cascade down the sides of your face.
You try to voice your contempt, however the dryness of your numb lips refuses to let them separate and your jaw feels much too heavy to function. Instead, you only groan incoherently; the terror in your wet eyes conveying the message your lacking words cannot. Steve tuts in response, his palm massaging against your belly even though he knows you wonโ€™t feel much of the soothing gesture. The hand cupping your tear-streaked cheek shifts to cradle your skull, lifting your head from the pillow and drawing you in as he bends over your prone form.
โ€œYou wanna be mine?โ€ he hisses coldly. โ€œThat means every part of you is mine, right? I can take anything I want.โ€
Although you know the answer he seeks, you canโ€™t possibly give it. To acquiesce in such a way would only end badly for you. There must be another way.
The deadened muscles of your stiff neck twitch slightly with your frantic endeavor to move and you dare feel a modicum of relief that youโ€™ve managed even an inkling of motion. You cry out desperately, eyes still pleading with Steve as you fight to shake your head in the hopes of stopping him. It is in no way genuine, but youโ€™re nearly convinced Steve feels some sort of pity for you when his lips press in a flat line and he sighs as if deep in thought. His eyes scan your harried features, taking in the moist streaks that stain your skin as he weighs his options.
โ€œI think I deserve to take something of yours,โ€ he barks, sounding frustrated as he grabs the back of your neck and leans so close his lips nearly brush yours. โ€œBut maybe thereโ€™s something else youโ€™d rather give me.โ€
He mutters seemingly to himself and you can only simper pathetically at his obvious vexation. Your lips flutter weakly, working so hard to form the needed syllables to beg him for some semblance of mercy. When your mouth purses, he knows immediately what youโ€™re trying to communicate to him even if you can only moan pitifully.
Your breath stalls in your throat when the pressure youโ€™d felt only slightly at your stomach moves more noticeably just above your left knee. The muscles tense beneath your skin as Steve draws his fingertips higher towards your thigh. While the movement in your limb is a good sign, the direction Steveโ€™s hand moves is not.
Steve reaches the curve of your hip and your body itches to retreat from the tickling sensation. His eyes lock onto yours, enraptured with the way they express the reactions your body and voice cannot. His own breathing increases, his skin heating beneath the soft cashmere of his navy sweater. Even with the sleeves rolled all the way up to his elbows, he suddenly feels overly warm inside of the expensive garment.
A whine escapes you when you feel the ghost of his touch against the crease of your thigh, the delicate pressure coming without warning. As swiftly as it happened, itโ€™s gone; sweeping down your untouched thigh instead. Over and over, Steve teases and taunts you; his tantalizing touch too much and not enough all at once. Just when your body reacts to the encroaching pleasure his fingers promise, heโ€™s ripping it away from you all over again.ย 
It is taboo to say the least โ€” to be turned on by the meticulous attention from someone so blatantly evil, to be tempted by hands that have inflicted pain and death โ€” but still, you are victim to your own debased desire. You want Steve to cease his torturous ministrations before itโ€™s too late, before he notices the undeniable slickness youโ€™re sure must be shining visibly between your thighs by now; a dampness that you couldnโ€™t have prevented even if you wanted to.
Heat is born all across your skin; sweat growing along your hairline, beneath your arms, and near the warmth of your neglected center. You're not sure whether your response is due to embarrassment or something much worse. And you're even less sure you're ready to admit that particular truth โ€” whatever it may be. Steve spots the confused surprise swimming in your shiny eyes and he relents; teasing the knuckles of two fingers along your side instead and stopping just before he touches your breast. He pays close attention to the way your eyelids flutter and your breath stutters, smiling with cruel satisfaction when he understands how easily he could have you now.ย 
All at once, Steveโ€™s agenda becomes startlingly clear to you. Heโ€™s not punishing you for an unearthed betrayal, heโ€™s simply proving a point; both to you and to himself. He wants to show you how easily youโ€™re willing to surrender, what level of depravity youโ€™re willing to stoop to for his sake even knowing what you know about him. You only wish his assumptions were wrong.
His gloved fingers snatch the meat of your bare thigh in a tight and forceful grip, snapping your attention to him just the way he wants. Steveโ€™s light eyes are dimmed with something hot, dark, and foreboding. He closes the space between you, holding the two middle fingers of his other hand in front of your face.
โ€œOpen your mouth.โ€
Finally able to gain some movement back in your jaw, your lips part โ€” not with obedience, but with shock. Youโ€™re quick to snap your mouth shut again, much to Steveโ€™s disapproval. He inhales sharply and his disappointment is evident in the heft of the sigh he releases.
โ€œYouโ€™re gonna want them to be wet,โ€ he assures you with chilling softness, the tips of his fingers coming to rest upon your sealed lips.
You refuse to open your mouth and even manage to give your head a nearly imperceptible shake to display your denial of his request. Steve laughs then and the tight smile that raises his cheeks is anything but amused. His eyes ignite with displeasure and he shakes his own head in kind.ย 
Before you know it, the hand gripping your thigh is racing towards your face and pinching your nose so hard that you cry out in pain. You fight the uncomfortable grip Steve exerts on you until your eyes begin to water. Deprived of oxygen, your eyebrows furrow with a silent plea, however Steve does not relent until he gets the inevitable result heโ€™s after.
The moment your mouth opens to gasp and draw a much needed breath, Steve shoves his gloved fingers past your chapped lips; four fingers painfully forcing your jaw open rather than the two he had initially offered. The digits slide deep into the warm recess and โ€” in your desperation to suck in as much air as you can โ€” you instantly begin to choke around them. Flecks of saliva splutter from the corners of your over-filled mouth and Steve finally lets go of your nose, opting to hold your head in place instead while he invades your throat with his hand; no doubt intentionally reaching as far as he can in order to make you gag around him.
Your tongue lifts instinctively to rid your mouth of the intrusive object and you hate the distinct, rubbery taste of the glove as Steve begins to swirl his fingers around your mouth and over the textured muscle, coating the latex in a slick layer of your spit. A line of drool splashes across your chin when he removes his hand and holds it up for you to observe, rubbing his black-tipped fingers together so your saliva shines in the overhead light.
โ€œThere, thatโ€™s better,โ€ he praises facetiously.
Pleased with the moisture coating his gloved hand, Steve turns his attention elsewhere. His slippery fingers trail down the center of your throat and drift between your cleavage. He backtracks slightly, circling one of your nipples which immediately pebbles beneath the stimulation. Steve drags the remainder of your saliva over the sensitive skin, swirling tight circles over your areola until you inhale sharply then he blows a cool puff of air over your breast.
You canโ€™t feel the warmth of Steveโ€™s hand as he skims it over your numb abdomen, but you still watch him intently as he does. Your cheeks heat and you bite your tongue when his palm flattens over your pubic bone then slips lower, obscuring itself from your view between your slightly parted thighs.
The sensation of Steveโ€™s touch is odd at first, the intensity of the stimulation partially dulled by the layer of latex that engulfs his long fingers. You find yourself wishing the anesthetic he'd given you had spread further than just your belly. With the tip of one cool digit, Steve draws a gentle line down your weeping slit, parting the humid flesh before slowly dragging back up and stopping just short of your clit. If you could squirm, you would.
With a look of deep concentration, Steve flicks โ€” once, twice, three times โ€” at the bundle of nerves, reveling in the squeak you release with each sharp contact. He circles the bud experimentally before adding a second finger and using the tips of both to rub firm circles around your entrance. He plays with you, teasing and kneading the dampness of your folds. The pressure of his touch passes up and down, over and over; before long, you hear the stickiness of your flesh as your juices cling to Steveโ€™s gloves.
His covered fingers have warmed up now and your stomach knots at how wrong this all feels. When Steve pushes two fingertips shallowly inside of you, you swear your legs lift off of the table. Steve eventually turns his attention back to your visage, taking a deep breath as he spreads your slick over the length of his fingers and holds it on display right before your face. The sticky sound is deafening in the silence of the room and Steveโ€™s tongue peeks out to test your essence.ย 
โ€œOpen.โ€
The command is more forceful this time, his tone leaving no room for argument. You canโ€™t tear your eyes away from his, even as he hooks the knuckles of two damp fingers over your teeth and drags the moistened latex over your tongue, forcing you to taste yourself as well. Steve thrusts his fingers deeper, making sure your saliva soaks several of them before he recedes and drops his hand back between your thighs.
This time, Steve enters you without warning, your cunt stretched uncomfortably around the thick girth of three fingers. You cry out, your throat dry and sore. He twists his wrist, expertly delving his digits deeper and deeper as your walls steadily give way to his unexpected intrusion. With his thumb placed perfectly, he massages your clit as his fingers swirl and plunge into your pussy as it slowly grows wetter.
Steveโ€™s hand takes hold of your hip, pinning you in place as he begins to fingerfuck you so brutally that his palm slaps loudly against your swollen flesh. You can feel your abundant slick collecting at the base of his fingers and dripping unhurriedly between the globes of your ass; drops of your juices splash against the insides of your thighs because of how ferociously Steve pounds into you.
The sound of latex on latex squeaks wetly through the air and your thighs quiver beneath Steveโ€™s determined assault on your drippy cunt. Your eyes pinch shut and tears fall steadily as you whimper and whine. He only encourages you, demanding that you let him hear every sound he forces from you, even pulling your jaw open with the hand not buried in your pussy.
You moan around his exploring fingers, gagging and drooling messily all over yourself as Steve stuffs your mouth full. Your teeth press firmly into his flesh when the hand working your cunt grinds blissfully into your clit and the long fingers reach deep enough to stroke the soft, sensitive spot at the front of your clenching walls.
A devastating wail breaks forth as you try to fend off the looming climax that begins to tingle in your feet and the top of your head. You donโ€™t want to give in, to capitulate at the hands of such a beastly man. Steve, however, has other ideas. Curled over top of you, he nips harshly at the soft flesh of your throat before imparting a solid grip around your airway with his spit-soaked fingers. Somewhat regaining the ability to move, your head wags clumsily from side to side as you try pointlessly to escape in order to breathe.
โ€œAre you gonna cum?โ€ Steve rasps, hot breath blowing in your ear as his thumb thrums endlessly on your nerves.
You deny him almost instantly, tipping your head away from him and groaning in agonized distress even as your body ripples with undeniable pleasure. The refutation is mumbled and nearly lost amid the blatant desperation of your moans, but Steve understands just as well; your refusal igniting a frightening fury in him. The latex stings immensely when it crashes against your cheek, causing you to gasp in surprise. Steve grips your jaw, pinching your cheeks and shaking your head violently as you slobber and whine.
โ€œYouโ€™re lying. Youโ€™re fucking lying to me!โ€
Steve barks the observation directly in your face, saliva landing on your already damp skin. He pinches your cheeks even harder until your jaw is forced open and he spits viciously into your mouth with a demand to swallow it. He asks his initial question once more, the danger in his eyes challenging you to lie to him again. You begin to sob as your cunt spasms and cream spills from your abused hole, your clit overstimulated and tingling immensely as Steve works you perilously close to the edge.
โ€œN-no,โ€ you barely manage to slur. โ€œP-p-pleโ€”โ€
The palm slapped over your sluggish mouth stops your plea before you can finish it. Steve is no longer interested in hearing you beg or lie or cry, he just wants you to surrender and let go.
โ€œI can feel you squeezing me. Youโ€™re about to cum all over me like a filthy slut,โ€ Steve growls, grabbing your face and forcing you to meet his burning eyes. โ€œDonโ€™t fucking lie, just cum.โ€
You breathe frantically through your nose and mewl brokenly behind his slippery hand, every muscle in your body spasming wildly as his fingers plunge deep in your pussy, spread apart and stuffing you unbearably full until your eyes roll backwards. Just as you begin to scream, Steve presses his thumb firmly to your clit and rubs back and forth with agonizing accuracy, causing your hips to rise uncontrollably into his gloved hand. Youโ€™re grateful for the limited mobility youโ€™ve finally acquired, working your pelvis to grind your pussy into the heat of his palm, drawing out your orgasm.
Wetness spills from your core, drenching your flesh and slickening Steveโ€™s hand as he continues to fuck his fingers shallowly into your sopping cunt. You shake and sniffle, crying from the intensity as well as the guilt that taints your climax. Tears still trickle from your eyes, soaking into your hairline as you come down from the full-body high.
Steve pushes his fingers deep into you โ€” all the way to his knuckles until youโ€™re uncomfortably stretched โ€” one last time before slowly drawing them from your weak, pliant body. Your cream sticks to the wet latex, leaving tumescent streaks along the length of his slender digits. His hand slips free with a lewd sucking sound and you shiver at the sensitivity you feel between your legs, nearly crying out when Steve slaps his sticky fingers over your worn out pussy before brushing them with surprising tenderness over your heated cheek.
โ€œYouโ€™re mine,โ€ he whispers seriously. โ€œAnd your body is mine to do what I want with. Remember that.โ€
Steve combs his fingers through your hair, spreading your cum through the strands before licking a stripe through the fluids heโ€™d left behind on your cheekbone. You melt defeatedly into the hard surface beneath you, utterly exhausted and too wrung out to consider the implication of his adamantly spoken words.ย 
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TW: 18+, smut (p in v, fingering, unprotected sex, daddy kink) dark!Ransom, kidnapping, stalking, claustrophobia, classism, a splash of fluff but donโ€™t get used to it, mommy issues/daddy issues from both these bitches, discussion of: suicide, murder, assault, substance abuse, trafficking, cannibalism. If Iโ€™m missing any please let me know!ย 
A/N: I know I havenโ€™t posted in a long time Iโ€™ve just kinda had a hard time finding the will to live but my bad. I wrote this smut while listening to Sleep Token and itโ€™s obvious lmao.ย 
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โ€œTime to get up, I have plans for us today.โ€
8:02 am
Ransom woke you up earlier than usual with a mission on his mind. Your body felt more sluggish than normal from the ripple he tore in your sleep cycle. You looked over at him from the corner of your sunken eye with irritation at the disruption. Ransom dug through your closet of clothes you had yet to wear but sat in there collecting dust by his wardrobe wishes.
You grumbled, burying your head back into the pillow and ignoring the beaming light from the closet. You didnโ€™t want to deal with any Ransom escapades this early in the morning, and whatever he had planned you could tell he wasnโ€™t in the mood to be toyed with.
โ€œI need you to shower, and have your hair and makeup done.โ€ Ransom ordered like a pageant mom, tossing a black dress down on the bed. โ€œWe have plans today, and I need you to look your best.โ€ His hands then rest on his hips.
An uneasy wave of nausea coursed through your veins. โ€œWhat are we doing?โ€
โ€œGet ready and youโ€™ll find out.โ€ He turned swiftly to walk out, peeling the corner of your warm comforter off with his exit.
โ€œJesus fucking Christ.โ€ You whimpered as your body curled in itself at the harsh brush of morning chill as he ripped the blanket from you. โ€œIโ€™m officially okay with trying to kill you now.โ€
โ€œYou gotta get out of bed to come kill me!โ€
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You swiped the steam from the bathroom mirror with the back of your wrist.
A gentle tap on the bathroom door before it opened to see Ransom holding a little black velvet dress. He knocked with the illusion of privacy but thereโ€™s a reason these doors donโ€™t lock.
โ€œGot you a new dress.โ€ He grinned holding the dress beside you. Without trying it on you could see it was a purposely tight dress with a high neckline. You grazed your hand over the smooth black velvet material.
โ€œItโ€™s pretty, thank you.โ€ You nodded before resuming your regimen.
โ€œI think youโ€™d look good with your hair up today.โ€ He acted like he was suggesting but you knew he was commanding. You nodded once again looking only at him through the mirror.
Ransom leaned against the bathroom counter beside you before whipping out his phone. You often wondered who he was texting. Maybe Steve, maybe another girl, and that thought filled you with flaming jealousy. If he was going to kidnap you he better be faithful.
โ€œI want your makeup like this.โ€ Ransom flashed his phone to you and you felt sick to your stomach seeing your own Instagram with photos of you at prom last year.
You were the designated makeup friend. Proms, birthdays, etc. your friends asked you to do their makeup and you took that responsibility religiously. You went stag with your friends and it was one of the best nights of your life, you felt like you fit in. Because you werenโ€™t the weird girl with the dead brother. You were a girl in a pretty dress with friends who were just as bad dancers as you.
You couldnโ€™t help but notice some of the comments below the post. A few from when you originally posted them, a few more recently.
Allybabee2: youโ€™re not even gonna credit me for my photography skills?? I feel so betrayed rn
You replied: please forgive me bby
Allybabee2: fine, but just this once.
Virgo_Vinyl: OMG I love your dresses! I wish I wouldโ€™ve gone but something came up last minute
You replied: I didnโ€™t know you didnโ€™t go! I figured you were there and I was just blind and didnโ€™t see you haha
And then ones from over the last couple of months.
Sarahslife: we all miss you
Jjbawler: I promise weโ€™re gonna find you
SoftballGabby: I pray for you every night, fly high angel
HairyStyles4eva: I know Finn is protecting you no matter what happened
Allybabee2: I wish I wouldโ€™ve enjoyed this night more if I knew what was gonna happen. I wish I spent more time with you even tho we both worked all summer.
Ransom locked his phone before tossing it back in his pocket. โ€œIโ€™ll let you get ready, we gotta leave when youโ€™re finished.โ€ You could tell that he realized that your eyes wandered further than the reference photo and you got a taste of the outside world.
Your reflection stared back at you with yearning. When Ransom flashed you your own prom pictures from Instagram you realized how Belle mustโ€™ve felt in Beauty and the Beast whenever the Beast gave her the mirror to see her ill father.
Things like him having your social media, knowing your medical records, and knowing what you were supposed to be in college for all felt too personal. He owns you, he has you kept in a basement, but him knowing your username felt unnerving. Like he had merged into your life seamlessly, your old life, the real you, he had camouflaged himself to blend in. But it felt more like you knew him through a mutual acquaintance but that person was also you. It felt hopeful almost, like maybe someone would notice him looking at your stuff but you knew there was no way they could. It was a taste of hope that felt bittersweet on the tip of your tongue.
You ran the post over again and again in your head. The brief glance of comments you never thought youโ€™d see when posting the photos taken with your friends.
You forced yourself to focus on your makeup instead of the invasive images in your head of the comment section.
โ€˜Please come homeโ€™
โ€˜We miss youโ€™
โ€˜Wherever you are may god protect youโ€™
โ€˜Fly high angel, you were too good for this worldโ€™
Too much time had passed and you were dead to them. But you were dead to yourself too.
People interacted with your posts and talked to you more once you were dead to the world than when you were alive.
A soft knock on the bathroom door drew you from the hypnotic staring contest you were having with yourself as you did your makeup. โ€œCome in,โ€ you called.
In the mirrorโ€™s reflection, you watched Ransom enter the bathroom and his blue eyes had met yours.
โ€œYou lookโ€ฆโ€ he mumbled. โ€œGod, you look so good.โ€
A blush burned your cheeks and you hoped your makeup hid it. โ€œThank you.โ€
You felt like middle schoolers getting ready to go on their first chaperoned date. The two of you had become so tense and nervous. The proper way to explain it was having butterflies. But heโ€™d taken you apart on every level physically and mentally. You had his cock in your mouth last night before fucking you till you saw all the stars in the galaxy but right now you felt like you were talking to your schoolyard crush.
He fiddled with something in his hands as he walked to you until you could feel his breath against your neck. โ€œGot you something.โ€
He reached to the front of you and held a necklace to your chest. Your hair was styled up like he was requested but you still instinctively swept the purposely loose strands of hair up so he could latch it around your neck. A thin silver chain with a diamond pendant in the center. โ€œDo you like it?โ€
โ€œI love it.โ€ You smiled softly adjusting the necklace over the high neckline of your dress so it could be seen. No one had given you anything this expensive before. โ€œThank you.โ€
Ransom had an unfiltered grin on his face, genuine flattery at your praise. Ransom has always silently begged for your approval. You had never seen him look at you like that before. โ€œToday's gonna be a really big day for us.โ€ He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.
An uneasiness boiled in your throat from the uncertainty again. You turned to face him, now leaning against the marble bathroom counter when you pressed a kiss to his lips and cupped his freshly shaven face before turning back around to clean your scattered makeup mess. โ€œYou look really good too.โ€
โ€œWill I be coming back?โ€ You masked the terror and sadness that wouldโ€™ve normally raked your voice scared of the answer you were going to get. You saw him furrow his brow in confusion in the reflection of the mirror.
โ€œWhat do you mean?โ€
โ€œShould I bring my things with me or will I be coming back here? Like am I being switched off to another buyer?โ€ You mumbled trying to fight the bile rising in your throat.
โ€œIโ€™m not getting rid of you.โ€ Ransom caressed your jawline from behind you, forcing you to move your head to meet his eye through the mirror. โ€œNo one's gonna touch you, Iโ€™d kill a man who looked at you for too long.โ€
His baby blues shone with passion as he looked over you with desire. His cologne was stronger than usual and you forgot how much he was physically bigger than you until moments like these where he maneuvered you so quickly against his chest.
โ€œThatโ€™s probably the most romantic thing anyone's ever said to me.โ€ You joked with a blush and a demeaning small laugh.
He briefly grinned before nuzzling the corner of your neck, his lips found their way just below your ear. โ€œDonโ€™t be nervous, baby.โ€ He said like a mind reader already knowing how you were feeling.
But Ransom could read you better than anyone else. Emotional or physical. He knows that when you gripped the roots of his hair and your moans sound more like whimpers youโ€™re about to cum and he knows how to move his lips and tongue to finally bring you over the edge.
He knows that when youโ€™re having an emotional rollercoaster kind of day to keep his voice soft and let you pick the movie or TV show and what you want from the Chinese take-out place he goes to. Those are the kind of days youโ€™re pretty sure that Ransom is actually an evil twin and thatโ€™s just his wholesome counterpart. Where heโ€™d pretend to be a real boyfriend. But it often didnโ€™t take long for him to snap out of it and become cold.
Ransom knew your thoughts like the back of his hand, even things you werenโ€™t aware you were feeling until you sensed his body language adapt to yours. But maybe you just werenโ€™t as good at hiding these kinds of things as you thought.
โ€œToday is a good thing, I promise.โ€ He whispered, his hands caressing your figure till he reached the hem of your dress, slowly pulling it up enough to slide his hand between your legs. โ€œYou look so fuckinโ€™ pretty it makes me feel insane.โ€
Your sweat-slicked palms grasped at the countertop as you felt yourself melt into his lustful kisses along your neck and his expert hands sliding below your underwear, quick to find your clit.
You whimpered, pressing your weight against him for support as he circled your clit with his thick ring-clad fingers. โ€œThatโ€™s it, just stop worrying and let me do all the thinking for you baby doll.โ€
Restraint withheld his lips from marking you the way he loved to. Guess this wasnโ€™t an outing where dark purple hickies are a part of the dress code.
You grabbed the countertop as a soft moan fled from your lips. โ€œRansomโ€ฆโ€
โ€œI know, baby. Daddy knows.โ€ He kissed along your jawline as you laid your head back onto his shoulder. โ€œLooking so pretty, my pretty girl. I canโ€™t even keep my hands off you.โ€
You ground your hips humping desperately against his fingers that rubbed your clit. You didnโ€™t care that you felt weak for giving in to him so easily. He felt too good to hate yourself for it.
โ€œGonna cum for me, arenโ€™t you baby?โ€ His speed grew as the pressure he was using got stronger. โ€œGod, you mustโ€™ve been so starved for me it barely took much for you to cum. You want Daddy to take care of you?โ€
โ€œYes please, Daddy.โ€ You felt dizzy as you crept along the edge of your defeat.
You could feel him grin maniacally against your skin as he abandoned his handy work where you needed him most.
Before you could beg him to return his touching, his warm and slick fingers ripped your panties down your leg and preceded with the sound of his belt clicking as it became undone.
You left your position from against his chest to bend over the countertop until you were practically eye to eye with your reflection.
Ransomโ€™s face was dripping with hunger as you watched him encapsulated with the sight of him gliding the tip of his hard cock against your lips. โ€œFuck baby, wish you could see just how wet you are.โ€
Before you could reply the feeling of him harshly entering you and immediately bottoming out. The abrupt stretch drew a pressured gasp from you as it knocked the wind from your chest.
Ransom repositioned the two of you, your hips now closer to meeting his and away from the edge of the bathroom counter while laying a hand on the small of your back guiding you to arch the front half of you off the marble. The position pressed your breast together with the placement of your arms you kept anchored to keep grounded so you wouldnโ€™t immediately sink to the ground during the spontaneous and yet such starving fuck Ransom was about to do.
Ransom grabbed your shoulder with his other hand and gripped your hip with a bruising strength.
Lovingly you found yourself reaching to hold your hand over his on your shoulder.
Normally youโ€™d be slightly flustered and embarrassed by the primal sound of how wet you were for him and how hard he was fucking you but right now you werenโ€™t even noticing the sounds of your skin meeting.
โ€œSqueezing me so tight, god Iโ€™m gonna cum so fucking deep in you.โ€ His voice mimicked a deep growl with a darkened expression you met in the mirror. โ€œYou want that donโ€™t you?โ€ He mocked.
Incapable of words when being fucked like this you only nodded for him to see in the glass.
โ€œYou want me to shove my cock deep inside your needy cunt when I cum? You wanna feel me fucking give you every drop? And then Iโ€™m gonna finger fuck it deeper into you. I want to be able to smell you on my hand the rest of the day.โ€
โ€œJesus, fuck.โ€ You cried as his taunting words made your knees want to give in.
โ€œNot Jesus, but I am your God.โ€ He hiked your leg over the counter to fuck you from a deeper angle. โ€œTell me Iโ€™m you need me. Tell me that you worship everything I am to you.โ€
โ€œI worship you, Ransom.โ€ You were so close youโ€™d practically admit anything he asked.
โ€œRub your cunt.โ€ He demanded, his hand left your shoulder and quickly fished his finger to the root of your hair along the back of your skull. He yanked your hair and you felt your neck go limp like picking a kitten up by their scruff. โ€œCum for me, slut.โ€
It barely took a caress against your throbbing clit before you came around him. Your knees wouldโ€™ve given in and sent you straight to the ground if he hadnโ€™t been holding your hips so tightly. โ€œDaddyโ€ฆโ€
โ€œYou look so desperate when you cum for me.โ€ His voice faltered into choppy as you fed off your high with him still fucking you. โ€œBeg me to cum inside you. Beg if you think youโ€™re even worthy.โ€
โ€œDaddy please fill me,โ€ you cried, meeting his eyes in the mirror. โ€œIโ€™ve been so good for you, please cum in me.โ€
โ€œFuck.โ€ Ransom groaned demonically as he came inside you.
And he kept his promise of filling you and then fingering it deeper inside until you came once more on his ruthless fingers.
///
The heels he laid out for you werenโ€™t high, just a little kitten heel, but considering you hadnโ€™t exactly worn shoes in 4 months you might as well have been learning to walk for the first time. Youโ€™d worn only your sneakers the five times Ransom has now taken you outside. You knew the drill by now.
He slid a black long coat over your shoulders before you held your wrists out for him at the door in preparation as he pulled the neon yellow nylon rope from the pocket of his slacks.
You tried to hide your nervousness from him and you hate to say him fucking you in the bathroom really did do the trick.
You saw a brief moment after you had finished in the bathroom as he gently helped you clean that he contemplated if he should cancel the mystery plans or just keep fucking you in this dress for the rest of the day. You werenโ€™t sure if you were lucky or unlucky by the decision to follow the original plan.
He then pulled the same maroon blindfold he used every time from the other pocket. You knew the procedure and turned away from him so he could wrap it around your eyes, this time not as tight as he normally did to keep from smearing the makeup you tried hard to keep on.
The six small beeps of the pin-safe locked door kept you in check of where he was and what step in the process of going outside you were on. After the door unlocked you felt him press his hand into the small of your back to guide you forward. You felt the draft flush as he shut the door behind you with the same six-digit number to lock it.
6 numbers to unlock
6 numbers to lock behind us
8 steps on the stairs
4-digit code to unlock to door at the top
4-digits to lock it behind us
26 Steps total through the house with an echoing click of your heel across the hardwood
At step 15 he guided you to turn to the right
The rest of your steps were straightforward
Stopping at the final step to the front door where you heard a normal bolt unlock. Ransom didnโ€™t seem like he was overly concerned about his house being broken into in comparison to the security measures he took for you. He was more scared of what could get out than what could get in.
He guided you to step over the main threshold, the bitter cold wind beating against your cheeks but it felt nothing but refreshing. Like you could breathe better now that you werenโ€™t underground.
Then the sound of keys as he locked the front door behind him and then he unwrapped the blind from you and untied your hands. Usually on your walks, he kept your hands bound but now itโ€™d likely create unwanted attention if you were tied up in a dudeโ€™s car. You memorized the routine religiously because it was all you had.
You squinted as your eyes adjusted to the bright light that shone through the gloomy and rainy sky. You took a deep breath of fresh air as you stared up at the and it felt like you could breathe for the first time in years. You never realized how stuffy the basement was until you were outside.
โ€œAfter you,โ€
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The hour drive felt so fast when all you could do was look out the window at the world moving around you. You were just happy Ransom didnโ€™t put you in the trunk. He didnโ€™t take major highways, only less populated routes. You could tell he was scared you were gonna act up. And for a moment you did contemplate it. But you had passed no cop cars in the drive; if you were planning on escaping it had to be to a cop. If you flagged down a minivan it wouldnโ€™t be hard for Ransom to overpower you and whatever soccer mom was driving.
He was smart with the drive and the route he took to stay away from the public, you at least gave him credit for that.
You didnโ€™t pass very many road markings, at least none that were significant enough to know where you were or where you were even coming from.
โ€œWhere are we going?โ€ You finally blurted looking over at him tense at the wheel.
โ€œYouโ€™re gonna meet my family.โ€
A laugh bubbled from your throat at his remark. โ€œThereโ€™s no way youโ€™re taking me to meet your parents.โ€
His jaw grit tightly at you finding the situation laughable. โ€œIf youโ€™re going to be my wife then you will eventually need to meet them. This was just convenient timing.โ€
Ransomโ€™s original plans for you often slipped your mind. His delirious intentions of having a perfect wife and children. Your lips down turned in gross disdain.
โ€œDonโ€™t look too excited.โ€ He scoffed looking over at you from over his sunglasses. โ€œThis is incredibly important, you canโ€™t fuck this up for us.โ€
You nodded sheepishly and realism hit you that this was not a normal relationship. That he hadnโ€™t woken you up with a new dress and jewelry to surprise you with an outing to meet his family for the first time.
He brought you above ground through 3 different security precautions, blindfolded, with your wrists tied together. He rerouted the destination to avoid exposure and opportunity. That there was a hairbrush with blonde strands intertwined in its bristles like a spiderweb. Ransom genuinely believed you were going to carry his children and be some housewife.
You dug your nails balled up in your palms as you felt your skin crawl. It was easy to see your situation with rose-tinted glasses but this outing was a cold bucket of water to the face.
The car turned from a tree-shaded back road into the center of a small town.
Then he passed by a laundromat, two salons, three fast food places, the basic run-of-the-mill small town square establishments. But this was the first time you were surrounded by other cars. This was your chance and youโ€™d rather jump out of a moving car than be impregnated by Ransom.
Your eyes glanced back and forth between the side view mirror closest to your side and his rearview mirror while keeping your head from moving.
Ransom eased on his breaks as he came to a stop at a red light you saw him tense up and thatโ€™s when you saw it too. Two cars ahead and in the lane next to your door was a cop car.
Like a deer in headlights, you froze. Jesus fucking Christ this was it.
With your hand already in your lap, you clicked off the safety button of the seat belt as your hand snatched the metal door handle simultaneously
As quickly as you jiggled the handle you were immediately left with the realization as the door didnโ€™t open - it was child-locked. Ransom pulled your arm roughly. As he wrapped his other hand around your hair he whipped your head down slamming it onto the center console.
You howled in pain at the feeling of pulling a muscle along your neck and the ringing of your ears as he smacked your head against the divider.
โ€œYou stupid, stupid girl.โ€ He growled through clenched teeth, holding your head down and replacing his other hand on the steering wheel when you felt the car begin to move again. โ€œWe will be there in less than ten minutes and I donโ€™t want to hear a fucking peep from you until then. And so help me god if you try that shit again Iโ€™ll press on this gas and drive into a tree and kill us both.โ€
Ransom held your head down from the rest of the car ride to the home and you felt so fucking dumb for your futile attempt.
You tried not to cry and ruin your makeup; itโ€™d only make him more mad. All you could smell was the polished leather interior of the prestige car. The windshield wasnโ€™t visible to your new line of sight so you could only make out what was going on by the way the car moved but you tried to keep track.
The car stopped for a minute, his blinker playing like a cicada in summer, and turned left. A few minutes later another stop, this time not a complete stop - he mightโ€™ve made a rolling stop past a stop sign.
Then a few minutes later he turned right and began to drive along gravel, the car gently jolting as you passed over each pebble and the car sounded like someone was shaking an empty box with only a handful of rocks inside.
Another stop then his window rolled down. Ransom hadnโ€™t even spoken before a voice cut him off, โ€œYouโ€™re fine to go in, Hugh.โ€
The screeching sound of an old gate being opened felt like nails on a chalkboard.
A gated private residence with a permanent guard on the outskirts of the property who likely worked day and night guarding the home like a medieval knight on the lookout as if the family were a gaggle of royalty.
Fucking rich people
The rattling of the car resumed for a minute until he pulled to a stop, pushing the gear shift to its parking.
When his arm finally let off of holding your head down you slowly sat back upright, rubbing along your neck that now felt tender like pins and needles.
Reaching behind the passenger seat Ransom pulled a purse into your lap. โ€œFix your makeup, now.โ€
Sheepishly you nodded as you unclamped the Louis Vuitton purse to begin to touch up the makeup he pre-packed for you as if he predicted tears on the car ride over.
If you hadnโ€™t been so shaken up from the altercation you wouldโ€™ve fawned over the expensive purse but right now he couldโ€™ve handed you your belongings in a brown paper bag and it wouldnโ€™t change anything.
โ€œDo you forget that I have that lovely microchip in your neck, sweetie?โ€ His hand snaked along the curve of your spine until he brushed his haunting fingers over the microscopic incision at the base of your neck that you had grazed over so many times late at night always reminding yourself as long as that was still inside youโ€™d never successfully get away.
โ€œRansom, Iโ€™m so-โ€œ
โ€œShut your fucking mouth, do you understand me?โ€ He cut you off abruptly. โ€œDo you truly think youโ€™ll ever get away from me?โ€
His voice oozed genuine curiosity with little rhetorical undertones as he waited for a response. You slid the visor mirror back up as you shimmied your makeup back into the pricey bag.
โ€œI donโ€™t know what I was thinkingโ€ฆโ€ you whimpered. โ€œIโ€™m sorry Ransom.โ€
โ€œOh trust me,โ€ he aggressively opened his door and spread it wider with a kick of his shoes having no regard for the interior of the sports car. โ€œYouโ€™re gonna regret it.โ€
One thing was for certain: you werenโ€™t sorry for a fucking second.
Ransom circled to the other side of the car to open your child locked door. You mustโ€™ve hesitated for too long or maybe he felt like subtly roughhousing in retaliation when he yanked you from his car and shut the door forcefully behind you.
Before you could even fully gather yourself and your balance on the gravel entry Ransom yanked you again as he dragged you towards the home.
Your eyes ran over the outside of the mansion over and over again so rapidly it was like you were trying to memorize a cheat sheet for a test while your heart was beating at the same speed. Ransomโ€™s hold on your bicep was astonishingly tight as he guided you through the walkway, barely able to keep up with his speedy footwork.
โ€œDonโ€™t even think about fucking this up,โ€ Ransom growled in your ear. It was like the sweet Ransom you had earlier had wholly evaporated into thin air. If there was one thing you were thinking about now: it was fucking this up. The array of luxury cars lined down the driveway gave you more hope than you had felt since before you even left your home in August. Even more hope than seeing that cop car at the stop light earlier.
He disguised his aggression with loving holds as if we were being monitored even before we got into the estate. His hand found its way to the back of your neck, caressing under where your hair was pinned up, before digging into a pressure point at the base of your scruff. โ€œNeed I remind you that I can get your parents' address? Tit for tat: maybe after this, I should pay them a visit?โ€
And just like that every ounce of hope you had dissolved like sugar in water. โ€œI wonโ€™t cause any problems, I promise.โ€ You withheld your frustrated tears to avoid ruining your makeup once more, it was your mask and you had a part to play in that home. โ€œPlease Ransom, Iโ€™m sorry.โ€
โ€œWeโ€™re in love and weโ€™re very happy, got it?โ€ He commanded as you stood on the doorstep ignoring your fruitless attempt at an apology. He moved his arm tightly around your waist. โ€œYouโ€™re not going to make me look bad, so you will not speak unless spoken to. And if you try to pull that shit you just pulled in the car again there will be hell to pay.โ€
โ€œYes, Ransom.โ€ You nodded feeling light the flicker of a candle had extinguished inside of you.
With the press of the vintage-looking doorbell, the sound of chiming echoed throughout the home. Why did he have to ring the doorbell if it was his family home? Had he been so estranged from them that a get-together had called for such formalities? But you could only chalk it up to rich people being fucking weird.
A crisp cool breeze whispered across your neck like the touch of a ghostโ€™s warning as the front door opened. At first, you thought she had cartoonishly let out a sigh of relief but then you realized she was saying a name coldly. โ€œHugh,โ€ She gave him a curt nod before widening the door to let him in.
Was his real name Hugh?
As you crossed the vintage threshold you felt like you had entered a new planet. Like you were on the battlegrounds, unprepared, with your gun left at home. You were vulnerable and exposed like a frayed wire.
Ransomโ€™s cold hands dug into the collar of your jacket pulling it from your shoulders. His thumb brushed over the back of your neck so gently and yet so threateningly it couldโ€™ve been mistaken for comfort if he wasnโ€™t reminding you that you were a microchipped dog.
He tangled your coat together with his and impatiently threw it at the woman who greeted the two of you. You wanted to scold him for treating his mother/aunt/whatever relation he had with her like that but you kept your mouth shut.
Fucking rich people
The interaction he had with her was so dry it was like he was paying a parking meter before guiding his hand across your lower back and forcing you to walk.
Gentle commotion came from all different directions and you couldnโ€™t decide which one your brain could focus on first and you prayed not to stumble over in the heels yet he still forced you to lead. You were his shield, but from what?
โ€œRansom!โ€ A cheery voice called from your left from a skinny lanky woman with short hair white from age glided in, her arms opening slightly before putting them at her sides again like she knew he wouldnโ€™t hug her back if she tried. โ€œAnd whoโ€™s this?โ€ She said with a fake smile, trying to pretend like she wasnโ€™t annoyed with your surprise presence.
โ€œIโ€™m-โ€œ
โ€œSheโ€™s my girlfriend, mom.โ€ Ransom interrupted.
You couldnโ€™t help but blush at the title. The man keeps you in a basement and bought you but you felt like a schoolgirl at him calling you his girlfriend. Maybe you had just felt raw and vulnerable from the car altercation that you wanted to seek out comfort in him as if he hadnโ€™t just threatened not only your life but your parents as well. That was normal for the two of you after a fight despite him leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable he was still your only source of reassurance and he fed off that fact.
โ€œOh, wow.โ€ She muttered, shocked. โ€œI didnโ€™t know you were serious with someone. Youโ€™ve never brought a girl home, I didnโ€™t even think youโ€™d ever been in a relationship.โ€
โ€œWell, sheโ€™s here. If you donโ€™t like it we can go.โ€ He sighed looking over at you in his peripheral vision either in a nature to show he was standing up for you or he was looking at you for support.
โ€œNo! Of course, sheโ€™s welcome to stay! Iโ€™m so excited about the two of you here. This is such a fantastic surprise.โ€ She beamed with another fake grin that only older white ladies could do. She reached out and grabbed your hands holding them in her own. You jumped at her warm touch and realized no one had touched you in a nonmalicious manner for god knows how long. โ€œIโ€™m Linda, but you can call me mom.โ€
One thing for sure, you werenโ€™t gonna fucking call her mom. And you knew she didnโ€™t want you to either. Knowing Ransom and the masked attitude heโ€™s had off and on this morning but it didnโ€™t take a genius to know they had a relationship that was already on thin ice and she missed him whether or not that was reciprocated. It didnโ€™t take much to connect those dots. You wish you could yell at him to appreciate still having a mother, but you realize you were mourning your parents even though they were still alive. But to them you were dead. You felt like an orphan because of what heโ€™d done. And they surely felt like theyโ€™d lost another child to an unseen circumstance.
โ€œIโ€™m sorry, I didnโ€™t bring any food.โ€ You muttered, nervously breaking eye contact with her.
โ€œWhat?โ€ Linda furrowed her brow.
โ€œI was raised not to come to someoneโ€™s family gathering without a homemade dish or something.โ€ You stammered, anxiously tripping over your words. If your own mother or grandmother saw you come without a dessert theyโ€™d faint.
Ransom snickered at you under his breath. โ€œWeโ€™re not that kind of family. They have servants hired to cook. You think anyone in my family would know how to cook?โ€
Lindaโ€™s face became as flushed as you were confused. Bringing a dish to any sort of gathering was almost absurd but in their lifestyle, the absurdly wealthy, she acted as if it was practically unheard of. Food not made with love was no food at all, your grandmother would say.
You briefly remembered one of your first interactions with Ransom. That although he didnโ€™t eat humans his grandfather did and his family had. Were you a lamb brought to the slaughter?
โ€œI hope youโ€™re not vegan or gluten-free or whatever the new diet craze is.โ€ She glanced back at you, disregarding Ransomโ€™s petty remarks. โ€œThereโ€™s not too many options for that for Thanksgiving anyway.โ€
โ€œItโ€™s Thanksgiving?โ€ You blurted out before cringing on the inside from her puzzled expression. Youโ€™d been taken for almost five months and yet time had felt like a quick yet tedious blur.
โ€œHow did you not know it was Thanksgivingโ€ฆโ€
โ€œWhereโ€™s dad?โ€ Ransom distracted her before she could come up with new questions. You felt stupid but itโ€™s easy to lose track of time where you are but sheโ€™d have no clue.
โ€œThe men are all in the game room watching whatever football game is playing.โ€ She waved off down a hallway. Everything that woman said made her sound annoyed and pissed as hell. โ€œIf you wanna come with me honey, the ladies are-โ€œ
โ€œSheโ€™s staying with me.โ€ Ransom interrupted. You felt your heart sink for a moment. He squeezed your hand for a beat before dragging you to leave the conversation without even a proper dismissal with an Irish goodbye.
You were trying your best to not trip over your own two feet as your eyes dragged along the tall ceilings and stained glass windows like you were in some haunted Victorian mansion youโ€™d visit as a tourist attraction filled with fake loose floorboards and whiny vents to replicate a loud brushing in the wind to convince tourists that ghosts wandered the halls.
You vaguely recalled seeing Lizzy Bordenโ€™s house once in a documentary. Lizzy Borden was a girl in the Victorian era who allegedly killed her father and stepmother with an ax but was never convicted for it.
You tried to remember that old school yard rhyme people would sing when counting during jump rope. โ€œLizzie Borden took an ax, gave her father 40 whacks. When she saw what sheโ€™d done she gave her mother 41, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6โ€ฆ โ€ and so on.
Kinda fucked up that that was a nursery rhyme.
Ransom guided you into a new room, the lights dimmed with a large television casting a blue-toned light on the fair wrinkled faces of the two middle-aged men that sat in the room focused on football each sitting in their own leather-bound lounger and a teenage boy captivated with his phone with an untouched billiard table standing by. They barely acknowledge Ransomโ€™s arrival.
โ€œAhem,โ€ Ransom cleared his throat finally gathering the attention of the men with their eyes glued to the TV but the teenager had only looked up for a moment and became uninterested, returning his undivided attention to his phone.
โ€œRansom!โ€ A man with thinning hair that was more white than blonde stood at his feet. โ€œAnd whoโ€™s this?โ€ His speech slurred and you didnโ€™t need to see the glass of brown liquid nearly empty sitting on a coaster beside him to know he was starting the party early.
โ€œIโ€™m-,โ€ you began.
โ€œSheโ€™s mine.โ€ Ransom disrupted.
Ransomโ€™s introduction of you was different with the men, one had to have been his father but none remotely resembled him, unlike his mother to whom he was uncanny beside. He was an animal that was baring his teeth and puffing his chest to show possession of you amongst the menโ€”ownership of the prey.
โ€œPretty one,โ€ the other man whoโ€™d been seated spoke up. โ€œWhereโ€™d you find her?โ€
You glanced at Ransom, you werenโ€™t prepared for the peanut gallery to investigate you when being directed to meet Ransomโ€™s father.
โ€œWhereโ€™s Grandpa?โ€ Ransom ignored his interrogation, frantically searching the room with his eyes.
โ€œHarlan is in his study,โ€ the man sat back down with a humph under his breath.
Ransom groaned under his breath like a toddler on the verge of a meltdown. โ€œCan you watch her for a moment?โ€
You snapped your head to him, you couldnโ€™t decide if you were more upset that heโ€™d just throw you to the wolves or the fact he asked them to babysit you as if you werenโ€™t a full-grown adult standing amongst them.
โ€œHe doesnโ€™t allow strangers in his office.โ€ Ransom shrugged looking at your angered pout. โ€œBehave.โ€ You pointed a stern finger in your face with a warning. You contemplated biting his finger off.
โ€œIโ€™m not a fucking dog.โ€ You whispered under your breath. He attempted to hide his frustrated expression with restraint as he came to the same realization you had; that he couldnโ€™t punish you or retaliate in front of them. You may pay for the comments with a bruised ass later tonight but itโ€™d be worth it to watch him do a terrible job of masking his fury.
โ€œExcuse her manners, sheโ€™s still learning how to act like a lady.โ€ He chuckled condescendingly, looking at his father, making you the joke between the stupidly wealthy men.
You stayed with a scowl on your face as he didnโ€™t even utter a word before leaving the room abandoning you within the lion's den.
โ€œYou can relax around us, sweetheart. No need to be so tense.โ€ His father encouraged you with a pat on his thigh. โ€œCome sit on Daddyโ€™s lap.โ€
Thankfully you were more talented at hiding your disdain than Ransom as you hesitantly stepped to him and sat at the edge of his knee. He quickly wrapped an arm around you and pulled you all the way in his lap, forcing you against his chest and all you could smell was the faint reminisce of aftershave and expensive brandy. You looked over with a deep blush at the other man in the room only to see him eying you like meat, the teenager still so occupied with his phone that you thought for a second he mightโ€™ve been deaf if he hadnโ€™t even since acknowledged the new arrivals.
โ€œSo tell us about yourself, what do you do for work?โ€ He encouraged engagement but his eyes cast at the shape of your breast already told you he wasnโ€™t interested in your life or career.
Well, Iโ€™m not from here, (wherever here is, likely still in the same region as where you did live from what you could tell by the weather and passing foliage) I donโ€™t get out much, I had to leave your college and family but not by choice, and oh yeah your son bought me from a cannibal and keeps me in a fucking basement.
โ€œI donโ€™t work right now,โ€ is what you actually replied.
โ€œAh, I see.โ€ He clicked his tongue with a sigh glancing down at your thighs. โ€œI canโ€™t say Iโ€™m surprised, I know how my son is.โ€
You tightly furrowed your brows. โ€œAnd what do you mean by that?โ€
The other older man with a cane resting against the arm of his seat chuckled as if you said something bogus.
โ€œI just mean, I know my son has certain tastes and appetites.โ€ His fatherโ€™s words felt more grimy than the way it made you feel as he rested his hand against your thigh. At least Ransom didnโ€™t have an appetite for human meat. โ€œThereโ€™s a reason heโ€™s never had a real girlfriend, a woman of good stature wouldnโ€™t do the things he wants, even with the resources and comfortability he has.โ€
You didnโ€™t exactly have a choice to deny Ransom.
โ€œLetโ€™s not beat around the bush,โ€ the man spoke up confidentially as he leaned in towards you as if he wasnโ€™t on the other side of the lounge. โ€œHow much does he pay you?โ€
You audibly laughed, indeed sounding like you were mocking them. โ€œPay me? Ransom doesnโ€™t pay me.โ€
โ€œAh,โ€ his father retorted. โ€œExcuse my brother-in-law, heโ€™s not trying to be rude. Itโ€™s just that youโ€™re a very very pretty girl and donโ€™t get me wrong I love my son, but to see someone tolerate him enough at the level of seriousness you allegedly are, it just seems a bit odd.โ€
โ€œAre you even together? Or did he pay you to come with him today?โ€ Who you now knew as Ransomโ€™s uncle tossed aside what you said. He seemed like he just wanted to know the drama if not for entertainment than to throw in Ransomโ€™s face โ€œHis grandfather is cutting him off unless he can show heโ€™s ready to be a man and settle down. Although the publishing company would be in the trash without me, Harlen wants Ransom to own our little empire one day, but I doubt heโ€™ll step up to the plate.โ€
You hadnโ€™t heard any of this but Ransom wasnโ€™t much of an open book. You really didnโ€™t know much about Ransom. You didnโ€™t know his favorite movie or his favorite flavor of gum, or if he likes olives. You didnโ€™t know his birthday or his favorite holiday. You had only learned today that Ransom was only a nickname, which makes more sense than not. To be fair Hugh isnโ€™t a very sexy name unless Hefner follows it.
โ€œDonโ€™t get me wrong, I love my son.โ€ His father repeated, lolling his head towards you. โ€œBut, heโ€™s not notorious for commitment. And if he expects to ever see a penny of Harlenโ€™s money, Harlen made it clear that heโ€™d need to settle down for that.โ€
You had so many fucking questions but the only thing you could think of was how boney this old manโ€™s knee was and if you should try to again to do something over the fact you were above ground for the first time in months and how if you were planning on getting out you needed to act while you were here. But a piece of you didnโ€™t want to; you didnโ€™t have it in you. Itโ€™s easier to succumb. Ransom was so hurt by your earlier attempt it created guilt you shouldnโ€™t have felt for him. Even by the brief interaction youโ€™ve had with his relatives, you knew he was begging to impress them.
Distracted, you had barely noticed the conversation had moved on until you felt his fatherโ€™s hand creep up your thigh that heโ€™d been eyeing since you came in. โ€œYou being for sale isnโ€™t a bad thing. I understand, in this family, weโ€™ve all done things we arenโ€™t proud of for money.โ€ His hand slid along the hem of your dress trying to push it up your thighs before you shoved yourself off him and stood on your trembling feet.
โ€œYouโ€™re married! Iโ€™m dating your son!โ€ You gasped. โ€œIโ€™m not a hooker and even if I was, Ransom takes care of me and treats me better than men like you could. What kind of fucking Flowers In The Attic shit is this?โ€ You smoothed your hands over the velvet of your dress.
โ€œRansom wasnโ€™t joking when he said you had poor manners. I know he isnโ€™t very fond of women who talk like sailors.โ€ His father scoffed. โ€œI can tell poor upbringing when I see it, but itโ€™s not your fault you were born into it. Youโ€™ll warm up and learn to behave like you come from money eventually.โ€
You were truly speechless to its definition as you decided to jump ship and leave and just take the punishment for it when Ransom commanded you to stay put while he went to go talk to his grandfather.
Fucking rich people
You donโ€™t know why you defended Ransom in there, it began as standing up for yourself but merged with it. You shouldโ€™ve said something, anything, even if you knew it was a test.
Help, call the police, your son keeps me locked in his basement
Your shoes clacked loudly against the wood floors, the sound echoing off the walls absent of life or evidence of a family. No cheesy family photos, Christmas cards, or pictures from a vacation, it was bare, reminding you even more of some home from a scary movie. This whole family screamed Stepford Wives and Get Out.
Lizzie Borden took an axe gave her father forty hacks, when she saw what sheโ€™d done she gave her mother forty-one, two, three, four- fuck thatโ€™s gonna be stuck in your head the rest of the day.
โ€œWhere do you think youโ€™re going?โ€
โ€œJesus Christ, you nearly gave me a damn heart attack.โ€ You jumped as you froze in a juncture of a hallway when Ransom snuck up on you from a hall you hadnโ€™t bothered to venture toward. โ€œYour dadโ€™s a creep.โ€
Jealousy took the reigns on his face, and his anger and accusations for you quickly died on his tongue. โ€œWhat did he do?โ€
โ€œMade me sit in his lap and started to lift my dress.โ€ You physically recoiled. โ€œThey thought you were paying me, something like you have peculiar tastes and then offered to take a test ride himself.โ€
โ€œIโ€™m sorry.โ€ He shook his head with embarrassment. โ€œI didnโ€™t bring you here to embarrass you.โ€
You couldโ€™ve been told that an alien from outer space came down and body snatched him and you wouldnโ€™t doubt it. As if he hadnโ€™t threatened to kill you both just an hour ago.
โ€œWhy did you bring me here?โ€ You crossed your arms over your chest.
Ransom glanced over your shoulder and then once more behind his own. โ€œI need to prove Iโ€™m mature enough to carry on with the family business and showing up here with someone who Iโ€™m in a serious relationship with is an important piece of that.โ€
โ€œWhat fucking family business?โ€ You snapped at this entire familyโ€™s cryptic language.
โ€œBlood Like Wine Publishing,โ€ he rolled his eyes, aggravated having to explain his familyโ€™s lore. โ€œMy grandfather is Harlan Thrombey, the writer.โ€
Everything clicked into place all at once.
You felt disgust coat your stomach as you recalled the first time youโ€™d had a conversation with Ransom the first day he took you home. โ€œMy grandfather indulges every time he writes a new novel. To absorb their ideas and life experiences, he says. Iโ€™m sure my whole familyโ€™s tried it at some point as well but itโ€™s not my favorite.โ€
You were in the Texas Chainsaw Massacre but if the inbred redneck killer family was old money and pious instead.
Finn had to read one of his books for a school report and therefore explained the entire plot to you as if you were in the same class doing the same project. โ€œThis book fucking sucks, I swear to god Iโ€™m gonna fall asleep reading this shit. Iโ€™m not joking, I'd rather read Gone With The Wind again, thatโ€™s how shitty this is.โ€
Finn didnโ€™t have the patience for classics that nowadays read like a refrigerator manual. Finn also didnโ€™t like being told what to do; what movies to watch, what books to read, or what bands to listen to. He was such an angsty little shithead sometimes, you wonder if he wouldโ€™ve still been just as much of a shithead now as an adult.
โ€œIs that why youโ€ฆwhy weโ€™re together?โ€ There was no polite way to ask hey did you kidnap me so your family would think you have your shit together?
โ€œNot entirely. An added bonus to why us dating was a good idea.โ€ He stuck his hands nervously in his pockets. Around his family, he resembled a nervous rescue dog, but you only knew him as the aggressive guard dog.
โ€œWell, are they buying it at least?โ€ You asked.
โ€œI think so.โ€
Although you were alone you couldnโ€™t be too careful and the two of you had both come to the silent agreement of phrases.
Started dating = abducting you
โ€œGlad to know us dating hasnโ€™t been a complete waste of time.โ€ You rolled your eyes, feeling slightly used and mad. โ€œIโ€™m sorry for what happened in the car.โ€
โ€œDid I hurt you?โ€ He asked, gently tilting your head to examine your sore neck. โ€œI didnโ€™t mean to hit your head that hard.โ€
โ€œIโ€™ll be okay,โ€ you muttered lifelessly as he returned your head to its upright position. โ€œI donโ€™t know why I did itโ€ฆI justโ€ฆโ€
โ€œI know,โ€ he interrupted. โ€œI hope you know I will never try toโ€ฆbreak up with you.โ€ Aka kill you the way he promised
โ€œRegardless, nothing will make me regret how we started dating. I donโ€™t regret anything Iโ€™ve done.โ€ Ransomโ€™s expression was so stoic it was hard not to swoon over the Hallmark confession. His face had come so close to yours you hadnโ€™t even noticed until you could feel his cool breath across your cheeks as you looked up at him with the doe eyes he was weak for. Ransom had begun to duck his head down to kiss you whenever you began to panic.
โ€œMy feet really hurt.โ€ You whispered, thinking of anything to say to avoid kissing him in such a romantic moment scared of the intimacy he was seeking. Maybe he was just trying to sell this union to his family, maybe he adored you the way he said he did. Either way, you didnโ€™t want him to kiss you; not here, not now.
Ransom laughed under his breath. โ€œWhat?โ€
โ€œI havenโ€™t worn shoes for this long in a few months.โ€ You confessed. โ€œIโ€™m usually okay walking in heels but my feet really hurt and your family is also really weird and everyone still has their shoes on even though theyโ€™re in the house.โ€
He chortled once more before pressing a kiss to your temple. โ€œJust when I think I know you, you go and surprise me some more.โ€
โ€œOh, look at you two love birds!โ€ A shrill voice interrupted the poorly timed intimate moment the two of you shared. โ€œI really thought Linda was kidding when she said Ransom brought a girl home.โ€
By the way, you could see him physically cringe in the corner of your eye you knew this was one of the relatives in every family that no one fucking likes. In your family, itโ€™s your uncle Gary.
โ€œIโ€™m Ransomโ€™s aunt, Joni. But sweetheart I can already tell weโ€™re gonna be like sisters.โ€ You already despised her. The woman who resembled a bird with stiff botox swooped in to hug you and you recoiled in her embrace. As cold as this family was the last thing youโ€™d be expecting from any of them would be affection with a stranger. โ€œYou know, I really had my money on him being gay, but-โ€œ
โ€œIf weโ€™re finished with the questioning portion of your interrogation, why did you come here to interrupt our own private conversation?โ€ Ransom coldly cut the woman off. Annoying or not, you still didnโ€™t care for how he treated his family.
It was like you could watch her physically bite her tongue. โ€œTheyโ€™re setting up to eat; I was told to gather everyone in the dining room.โ€
Ransom placed his hand on your lower back with a slight push forward directing you where to go. โ€œThen letโ€™s eat.โ€
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You anxiously sat beside Ransom on your right at the dining table and beside his aunt Joni who decided you were gonna be like sisters even though sheโ€™s probably the same age as your mom to your left, and the empty chair at the head of the table on Ransomโ€™s right.
The meals had already been plated and set, but they were waiting for one more guest. They were waiting for his grandfather to come join them which was something he wasnโ€™t fond of doing.
Fuck this weird ass family
When the stiff sound of patterned walking joined the room as his grandfather strolled in the family members all stood from their seats except you who didnโ€™t get the memo.
They were all so money hungry they treated him like the president and it was embarrassing.
As he sat in his chair at the head of the table the rest of them sat and you felt frozen like an armadillo crossing the road.
โ€œWe may eat,โ€ Harlan lamented before waving out his cloth napkin to place in his lap.
You were now convinced this was a cult
You stared somewhat nervously at the plate in front of you. Bland colored food with sides you didnโ€™t recognize stared right back at you.
โ€œWhich fork should I use to fucking kill myself.โ€ You whispered to Ransom and you could hear him restrain a laugh as the loudest sound in the room was the scrapping of expensive silverware against the fine China.
โ€œHave I met her before or is the dementia that runs in my fatherโ€™s side of the family already beginning to take me with it?โ€ His grandfather didnโ€™t even have to look up at you to know you didn't belong. From what you could tell everyone was immediate family and a few spouses that had been a member of the family for decades. You were an outsider but at least it was for your unfamiliar reputation rather than your lack of debutant-style edicate training.
โ€œThis is my girlfriend I was telling you about when I visited you in your office.โ€ Ransom spoke for you and you were glad because you couldnโ€™t comprehend anything other than remembering to breathe right now. You were the main act of the evening to convince his family of whatever agenda Ransom had in mind. Your mouth felt parched of all moisture and you pressed the crystal glass of sparkling water to your lips. You shouldโ€™ve added vodka while you had the chance.
Harlan glanced at you briefly before resuming his meal as if he were silently grading you. โ€œYes, very pretty. Sheโ€™ll make beautiful kids I am sure.โ€
You choked on your water at the nonchalant mention of you being responsible for creating small duplicates of you and Ransom. With your luck, theyโ€™d get the batshit crazy gene from his side of the family. โ€œThat wouldnโ€™t happen for quite some time, if ever.โ€ You caught your breath and cleared your throat. You watched Ransom grip the handle of his fork tighter and realized you shouldโ€™ve fed into the illusion of Ransom leaving his playboy ways behind him.
โ€œYou are quite young,โ€ he murmured. โ€œHow old are you?โ€
โ€œSheโ€™s 18-โ€œ
โ€œIโ€™m 19-โ€œ
Ransom lashed his head at you with a confused expression.
โ€œMy birthday was in October, but I guess I just forgot about it.โ€ You cringed at your sheepish answer. Realistically you just lost all sense of time.
โ€œThatโ€™s what I meant,โ€ Ransom quickly covered his ass. If there was one thing he was a professional at, it was lying through his teeth.
โ€œIโ€™m sure it was.โ€ Harlanโ€™s voice lacked expression and he spoke like a Victorian ghost (he mightโ€™ve been old enough to be one).
You picked around your meal trying to rearrange the food to look more eaten than it actually was. For having professional chefs on staff you think theyโ€™d know how to fucking cook.
โ€œSo, how did the two of you meet?โ€ His father quipped from further down the table, with a shit-eating grin knowing he was putting the two of you on the spot. He was mad you embarrassed him and he planned on proving Ransom was still a player.
โ€œWell, itโ€™s just so romantic you see.โ€ You had more time now to bullshit your answer. โ€œI had just stopped by this quaint little bar on my way out of town to visit some friends before I left. Of course, I wasnโ€™t drinking, but I wanted to at least make an appearance to be polite of course.โ€ Actually, you had been two cocktails deep when Steve came up to you. โ€œAnd this strange handsome man came up to me and started chatting me up.โ€
โ€œBut he didnโ€™t interest me very much, well that was until his friend showed up.โ€ You had the family hooked on your every word and they mustโ€™ve been starved for entertainment. โ€œAnd I saw Ransom across that bar and he swears it was love at first sight, but of course I was a bit oblivious to him because well, look at him he is just so handsome thereโ€™s no way a man like that would even look at little ole me.โ€ You placed your hand atop his and looked up at him with fake swooning eyes but you couldnโ€™t tell if the smile on his face was genuine or not.
โ€œBut Ransom being the stubborn man he is, wouldnโ€™t give up, and eventually as my friends and I were about to all head out he came up to me and he just kissed me.โ€ You beamed with a convincing lie. โ€œAnd I realized that I was going to love this perfect man.โ€ You placed a gentle kiss on his blushing cheeks as the woman awed. Literally, why the fuck were you doing this at this point it was word vomit and you couldnโ€™t stop if you tried.
โ€œRansom has friends?โ€ His uncle spoke. โ€œDidnโ€™t think he was capable of keeping anyone around unless there was some form of compensation.โ€
โ€œSteve,โ€ you grinned with insincerity secretly wanting to scream. The fake admiration took enough out of you as is.
A low chuckle headed from his Grandfather. โ€œSteve? The doctor?โ€
Ransomโ€™s grip on the fork had tightened again. โ€œYes.โ€
Fuck why did you say, Steve?
โ€œIโ€™m sure he was in that bar for other reasons.โ€ His grandfather looked at him with an all-knowing glare. โ€œI imagine her luck wouldโ€™ve run out if she had decided to court with him instead. Tell me, is he still into culinary? He always had the most profound pallet.โ€
โ€œSteve,โ€ Joni beside you gasped as she began to connect the dots of the identity of the mystery friend. โ€œI thought Steve was married? That is of course unless heโ€™s on the market again then I might just throw my hat in the ring. Iโ€™m sure I can just get his number from you Ransom before you leave.โ€
โ€œDonโ€™t,โ€ your facade had faded at the thought, although you couldnโ€™t stand the woman from what little interaction you had you wouldnโ€™t set up another woman to be taken and murdered. You had physically revolted in disgust at the thought.
They all stared at you like you had a target on your head.
โ€œSteve is married,โ€ you nodded your head. โ€œUnfaithful men, like Steve, don't deserve good things in life. Theyโ€™re monsters, they deserve death.โ€œ
โ€œNow Iโ€™ll drink to that!โ€ His grandfather chuckled with the faint raise of his glass and you could sense the discomfort that had grown in the room to an unbearable weight as he glanced slyly down the table to Ransomโ€™s father and you could tell there was some underlying lore there.
Everyone had already picked around their food and it was easy for you to become the center of unwanted attention because your big mouth didnโ€™t have a good enough filter. One step forward, two steps back.
โ€œIโ€™m gonna go get a drink,โ€ you wiped the corners of your mouth with manners before standing from the table. โ€œOr a knife.โ€ You grunted under your breath much louder than you intended to before storming off into a slide swinging door into the kitchen.
The two remaining staff members all seemed startled by your presence as they cleaned up from the meal. One wiping down countertops, the other loading leftovers into fancy glass Tupperware and into the stupidly large fridge. You just needed a distraction to keep from crying. You sniffled as you strode to the kitchen sink and grabbed the sponge from to holder and turned the water on.
โ€œMaโ€™am thatโ€™s not necessary,โ€ one had spoken up to you.
โ€œGod, they must be paying you guys out of the ass to put up with their shit.โ€ You shook your head and laughter momentarily erupted from them because that was the last thing they thought you would say if you were one of them.
โ€œNot enough, Iโ€™ll tell you that much.โ€ She chuckled before sliding a fresh cloth beside the sink for you to place the clean dishes off to.
โ€œFucking rich people.โ€ You rolled your eyes. โ€œThere should be an eighth layer of hell specifically meant for people who make so much money they practically wipe their ass with it.โ€
The woman who was loading the fridge spoke in a thick Russian dialect. โ€œWe only get brought on for special gatherings and even then I have to keep from ripping my hair out. I have no idea how the hell Fran works here full-time.โ€
The women made you feel less alone. Although you were a small fish in a big pond out there at least you had escaped to a new pond with the same kind of fish that made you feel better.
The game was playing on a small TV monitor on the countertop. The women bantered between each other over the teams, they both had bets for either opposing teams.
โ€œWhy are you doing dishes?โ€ Ransom scolded at the sight as he opened the door between the kitchen and the dining room.
The two women sheepishly scurried from his line of fire as he stomped to your side, turning the faucet off.
โ€œI donโ€™t know!โ€ You yelled pulling your hands from the sudsey water. โ€œIโ€™m fucking uncomfortable and I hate your family.โ€
โ€œI hate them too, but youโ€™re going to have to get used to it.โ€ Ransom handed you the towel that the maid left out for the dishes to dry your hands.
โ€œWhy?โ€ You scoffed. โ€œI donโ€™t have to get used to shit, I donโ€™t want to be here.โ€ Your childish behavior will surely backfire and add even more of a punishment that was starting to stack up for when you get home but right now you feel like you are drowning.
The maids tried to avoid staring at the roadside attraction that was your altercation as they wiped down counters on the other side of the kitchen that had already been wiped down.
Ransom grunted, โ€œLeave us,โ€ he waved his hands at the maids and the pair scattered quickly out the door as if they were scared of him. If they truly knew Ransom then theyโ€™d really be terrified.
โ€œDonโ€™t talk to them like that!โ€ You exclaimed, smacking a hand on his chiseled chest. โ€œTheyโ€™re people, you donโ€™t speak to people like that.โ€
โ€œFine, Iโ€™m sorryโ€ฆโ€ He rubbed his hand exhaustedly over his face as if heโ€™d been drawn to the point of exhaustion just from the charades the two of you played. โ€œWeโ€™ll be out of here soon and then we can go home.โ€ His hands angrily fell to his waist and you could see his vexation repressing from behind his eyes.
โ€œNo, Ransom!โ€ You snapped, clenching the rough textured dishcloth. โ€œI donโ€™t to be here, I donโ€™t want to be anywhere with you! I donโ€™t want this life! Iโ€™d rather be poor till the day I die than live like these people!โ€
Ransom looked like he could strangle you. โ€œWell, you better get used to it, because these people are the ones giving me the money to keep you from being chopped up into tiny pieces and sold as a meal!โ€
It felt as if youโ€™d grown a suffocating lump in your throat as you realized that he was right. Ransom was paying for your freedom and they were the ones giving him the money he mustโ€™ve still owed. The irony of them being the type of people who would purchase you as a meal was not lost on you.
โ€œI didnโ€™t knowโ€ฆโ€ Your confidence that was rooted in anger quickly washed away as you sheepishly turned into yourself.
โ€œI know, I didnโ€™t want you to know.โ€ Ransom pulled you close to him against his chest. โ€œI didnโ€™t want you thinking Steve could take you back.โ€ Since the two of you arrived he kept trying to find a reason to be touching you like you were his security blanket.
โ€œCan he?โ€ a disturbing cold sweat broke across your skin at the thought of the abyss you were trapped in when Ransom first found you. When he saved you.
โ€œOnly if I donโ€™t finish paying him.โ€ He admitted. โ€œMeeting you was important in order to keep the money coming. My grandfather wanted to see you, wanted to see that you could tolerate me enough not to run away as soon as you were given the chance. Despite what you may think that dinner went really well.โ€
You rest your forehead against his chest for a moment, inhaling the overpriced Dior cologne before pulling away. โ€œIs it just your grandfather who knows?โ€
Ransom nodded. โ€œEveryone else now thinks we met in some bar and I swept you away from my cheating friend.โ€ He looked down at you with a humorous glare. โ€œWhatever that storytime wasโ€ฆโ€
โ€œI donโ€™t know,โ€ You pursed your lips together with embarrassment. โ€œSometimes when I start talking I canโ€™t stop and then I say weird shit and then I canโ€™t stop.โ€
โ€œI can tell.โ€
The two of you jumped at the abrasive invasion through the kitchen door from the dining room as a firing squad of women that were at the table now all talking over each other. โ€œThere you love bugs are!โ€ Joni exclaimed.
โ€œRan,โ€ Linda smiled at the two of you as they crowded around the island countertop. โ€œThe men are all in the game room for cigars, go join them this is just for us ladies.โ€
You glared at Ransom, silently begging for him not to leave you.
โ€œUs ladies like posting pictures in the kitchen so we look like a real family! My followers love it.โ€ Joni smiled pulling her phone out as Linda pulled a wrapped dish from the fridge. โ€œGo on, Ransom.โ€
Ransom huffed and looked down at you with uncertainty. โ€œFine. One cigar and then weโ€™ll leave.โ€ You nodded and he took that as a send-off before leaving you. You felt a wave of relief wash over you as the finish line to this day came in sight. You didnโ€™t think youโ€™d ever be excited to go back to the basement.
Linda, Joni, Ransomโ€™s niece a little younger than you, and another blonde woman who looked lobotomized and like she had taken too much Valium all watched Toni unwrap the dish, placing it as they made it and they were proud of their accomplishment.
It felt like you were in a movie about vampires and for comedic relief they had to pretend like they ate human food and act like they werenโ€™t blood-sucking demons. The more you thought about it, they mightโ€™ve been.
They spoke loudly with each other and you glanced outside the window at the green meadow outside and followed forest behind it. This was a classic house in the woods that โ€˜no one can hear you screamโ€™ movie cliche.
As you thought of the acres of untouched land that was their property a breaking news headline that cut off the football game drew your attention away and to the TV monitor the maids had left on after being ordered by Ransom to scatter.
The cacophony of frivolous arguments on whose phone they were going to take staged family photos with and who gets to post the first was nothing more than static in your ear as you stared at the small TV screen on the kitchen counter in utter shock with tear-filled eyes.
Your own reflection staring at you from the screen with a news anchor beside it speaking from a teleprompter script off-screen.
โ€œThe search for the missing 19-year-old college student is still going on 3 months after her disappearance as more information has come to light and her family refuses to give up hope sheโ€™s still alive and out there.โ€
You felt that dizzy feeling you get when you get strapped into a rollercoaster and the back of your knees weaken and your heart begins to race. โ€œPlease,โ€ your mother and father sat beside each other on the screen, broadcasting a separate video. โ€œIf youโ€™re out there watching this, just let us know sheโ€™s okay. We wonโ€™t ask questions, just please bring my baby home.โ€
Your father's eyes were sunken in and staring off into the distance trying to hide his sadness. Realistically you know he wants to be angry; wants to scream for the assailant to not be a coward and bring you home. You didnโ€™t think your mother would be the type to beg on National television for your return, but here they were. You didnโ€™t know your parents cared that much about you and you felt stupid now for ever questioning a thought like that.
โ€œIs thatโ€ฆโ€ one of Ransomโ€™s relatives spoke up from behind you but it ultimately went over your head along with their silence as you stared at your heartbroken parents.
โ€œSketch artist recently released the photo of what the kidnapper mightโ€™ve looked like based on descriptions from the friends she was with and the street cameras outside the bar.โ€ The news anchor broke apart the haunting image of your family. A sketch that resembled Steve flashed on the screen. But it looked just like any other handsome middle-aged Caucasian male. Nothing extraordinary that an unknowing person could point out in public. โ€œIf you have any information on the missing girl please call (866)โ€ฆโ€
A hand ripped at your shoulder, tearing you away from your trance. โ€œIs that you?โ€ His aunt gasped pointing at the tv but you could barely make out her face with the way your eyes blurred with tears.
This was your chance. You just wanted to go home, you wanted to hug your mom. You wanted to curl up in her bed like you used to when you couldnโ€™t sleep and your father had already left for work at the early hours of the morning he always had.
โ€œYesโ€ฆโ€ You gulped, begging for air. All plans of staying quiet and obeying Ransom had flown out the window at that moment. โ€œRansom took me, he-he bought me from a man named Steve! Please you have to help me.โ€ You dug your nails into her arm. โ€œPlease heโ€™s gonna kill me, please I wonโ€™t say anything, just let me go.โ€
The women all gazed at each other, waiting for someone to say something. โ€œJesus Christ, not again.โ€ his mother gasped, covering her mouth.
You frantically whipped your head around the room, eying an array of knives by the stove, and contemplated grabbing one. โ€œYou have to help me.โ€
His mother shot a glance back at the closed kitchen door. โ€œIโ€™m taking her to the study to hide. Stall Hugh, say I took her to lie down in the guest room, say she wasnโ€™t feeling very well.โ€
You stumbled over your own feet as the woman quickly shoved you out a door to the corridor, guiding you down a long hallway you donโ€™t even remember seeing and up a flight of stairs. You thought about abandoning her plan and running out the front door as fast as you could. But with the mysterious expanse of the property and pair of German Shepards outside the only way of successfully getting out was his mother.
โ€œHe wonโ€™t look for you in here,โ€ she looked over her shoulder as a lookout before shoving you down the hallway youโ€™d met Ransom in after he spoke with his grandfather. โ€œWe canโ€™t let him know whatโ€™s happening. Iโ€™ll call the police once youโ€™re hidden, he wonโ€™t be able to escape that way.โ€
She fed you through a mahogany doorway into a dark room. โ€œDonโ€™t make a noise, I promise youโ€™ll be okay.โ€ She swore. โ€œHe canโ€™t know we know. I have to go before he starts to get suspicious.โ€
You could only nod in response, flooded with relief and a sense of warmth from a maternal source of protection.
She quickly shut the door behind you and left you alone in the study. You couldnโ€™t help but stare in awe at the high ceilings and glass windows and books as far as the eye could see with an extravagant throne of what looked like knives at the center of the room. Every new room you saw in this house was more extravagant than the last.
You quickly kicked your heels off before rummaging around, looking for any form of defense. The more time that had past the more you felt like puking. The glass windows looked appealing to break and jump out of.
โ€œNot againโ€ฆโ€ you recalled his mother saying in the kitchen.
Fuck
Shit
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
How stupid were you to think theyโ€™d call the police? Why would they expose their precious son to the justice system and ruin their old money image?
The same way the blonde hair wrapped around a hairbrush deep in the bathroom cabinet he mustโ€™ve looked over.
You rushed to the door, gripping the brass knob only to realize it was locked.
You had that roller coaster feeling again. She locked you in.
You could feel the stampede of heavy footsteps trampling down the hall and you knew who it was even without seeing. And you finally understood why Finn froze on the train tracks. The truly impending realization of your doom weighing you to the floor. You didnโ€™t want to go like this.
You grabbed the end table closest to the door and began to pull it over the threshold, knocking the lamp from the surface with the shattering of its lightbulb. It was the only piece of furniture you were strong enough to move to barricade yourself. Everything else was antique furniture made out of heavy solid wood.
The violent shimmying of the door knob flew you back. โ€œOpen the fucking door!โ€ Ransom yelled.
This was your only chance at survival.
You bolted to the other side of the room, grabbing the heavy chair that sat in front of the deep wood desk.
A sweat broke out across your face as you dragged it to the window, trying to catch your breath. You needed to lift this thing. This was the heaviest mobile object you could get to break the window.
You cried out as you barely lifted the chair off the floor before quickly dropping it from the weight.
โ€œOpen this door or I swear to god I will fucking kill you!โ€
Ransomโ€™s strength was magnified by his fury, you could see a brief sliver of him through the cracked wood, resembling Jack Nickleson in The Shining breaking through the wooden door to murder his wife.
โ€œFuck!โ€ You sobbed, before scanning around again. The god-forsaken heels Ransom commanded you to wear that you tossed to the floor were your saving grace. You grabbed the expensive shoe and began slamming the heel of it against the frosted glass and it began to break.
A crack splintered through the clear reflection as you could hear your barricade starting to give in under his violent intrusion.
Glass flew back at you as you beat against the window, splintering but not shattering free. You beat on the glass for what felt like an eternity while there was a symphony of struggle coming from the other side of the door. Concerned voices screaming begged Ransom to stop, another scolding him for his actions.
You quickly spun your head around to protect yourself as the glass shattered free, the remains falling out the frame to the outside.
As you could see Ransom breaking down the last of the door you swallowed your hesitation as you climbed out the window.
The cold bitter wind splashed along your cheeks as you stood on the railing, gripping onto the exterior wall for support trying to ignore the fact you were a lot more high up than you thought. Fuck. You started to sidestep along the railing, begging for dear life not to lose your balance.
โ€œGet back here!โ€ You saw Ransom's arm swing around the window, reaching for you but you werenโ€™t there. โ€œSo help me fucking god.โ€
The upper half of his body peered along the corner. His styled hair was askew and his cheeks were red with anger. The vein on his forehead bulged the way it always did when he was mad. The eye contact you made made you feel like you couldnโ€™t breathe.
This was a mistake.
โ€œPlease, donโ€™t fucking do this to me!โ€ The fury in his voice cracked as he pleaded with you and you realized what it looked like you were doing.
You were sobbing, standing on the ledge, shaking like a leaf, covered in broken glass with cuts running down your arms that you hadnโ€™t even felt from the adrenaline.
โ€œDonโ€™t fucking do this!โ€œ he screamed as he started to step out onto the sill. โ€œPlease donโ€™t!โ€ He yelled and your heart broke for a moment. You realize he thought he was about to watch you fall to your death.
โ€œI wasnโ€™t gonnaโ€ฆโ€ You were at a loss for words debating on what would make him angrier: you trying to take your life or you trying to escape.
โ€œWerenโ€™t gonna what?!โ€ He shouted, his temper shining through. โ€œGet back here! Donโ€™t fucking do this.โ€
Another realization of a new opportunity hit you. You could just jump. You could either jump and kill yourself, jump and if you werenโ€™t as lucky break your legs, or you could crawl back to him and face his wrath which would probably make you prefer death if he wasnโ€™t already going to decide that fate for you already.
You glanced down and back at him again before taking a deep breath. โ€œFor the love of fucking God!โ€ He screamed. His feet were too large to balance on the ledge like you were barely doing.
The aching expression on your motherโ€™s face plagued your head, she needed you alive. You needed to apologize for the last thing you ever did was yell at her and steal her car.
You slid back against the railing, leaning against the wall for barely any real support as you made your way back to Ransom, the cold wind beating across your raw nose with the smell of fall weather.
โ€œThatโ€™s it, baby, be my good girl come here!โ€ He begged, extending his arms out as far as they could go waiting till you were close enough to reach and pull inside.
Nausea bloomed in you from your stupidity as you tried to push down the bland food youโ€™d eaten.
When you got close enough, you felt his strong arms hold you at your waist, making sure you couldnโ€™t fall as you made your last few steps. His clasp on you was so bruisingly tight it made you realize jumping to your death was probably a better idea.
Ransom yanked you inside, his hand holding the back of your neck against his shoulder to keep you from hitting your head as the two of you stumbled back onto the floor into the library, Ransom taking most of the fall to protect you.
You sobbed hysterically against him yet terrified of him and what he was going to do to you. And once again you shamed yourself for seeking comfort in him.
โ€œAre you bleeding? Did you hit your head at all?โ€ He pulled your head from being burrowed in his neck to look over your face. Only minor scratches from the shattered glass, and you could now finally see the bubbling anger and disappointment in his face.
He maneuvered you off him to stand. You glanced around and saw the audience of his family tree. His grandfather only looked at the two of you with just as much disappointment and yet no shock as he was the only one who knew the truth of your union.
โ€œWell, Iโ€™ll be going to the attic, if any of you need me: donโ€™t.โ€ Harlan turned around from his stance against the wooden door frame of the office, his voice was stern and yet he spoke with the illusion of a medieval king commanding his subjects.
Quickly, you were forced to your feet only for a split second till you were thrown over Ransomโ€™s shoulder.
โ€œIโ€™m sorry Ransom, Iโ€™m sorry!โ€ You sobbed as your head felt like an explosion had gone off inside of it racking with pain.
โ€œKeep your fucking mouth shut!โ€ His broken voice still exuded anger as he stomped his way out of the library and down the stairs to the gravel lot.
You squeezed your eyes shut to keep from getting dizzy until you heard the faint sound of a trunk popping open and you swiftly getting tossed inside like heavy groceries.
โ€œNo Ransom! Donโ€™t leave me in here!โ€ You begged with a voice hoarse from all the screaming.
Ransom towered above you with one hand on the edge of the trunkโ€™s lid. โ€œYou will ride home in the trunk like a dumb dog and for your own good I better not hear a single noise out of you for the rest of the way home.โ€
โ€œRansom-โ€
Slam
You had quickly been consumed by nothing but darkness and the growl of the engine starting.
Hyperventilating you reached around the tight space, trying to feel for anything. A carjack, bungee cords, tire gauge, any goddamn thing to protect yourself with but there was nothing there. You thought back to a thriller you once saw of a girl being abducted and how she was able to get out with the truck release lever. With your hands up you felt around the ceiling only to find the cord missing; it had been removed. A part of you wondered if he removed everything in preparation for this trip going south.
The ride home was silent from you other than the occasional sniffle and you tried to sleep but the drive was going to be shorter now that he didnโ€™t have to take side roads to stay away from the sight of others but regardless now being trapped in a confined space felt like an eternity.
You both prayed and feared for a car accident.
When you awoke you were jolting in Ransomโ€™s arms as he trotted down the steps to the basement and you began to cry again, this time in anger. You were so fucking close to freedom.
Stupid fucking bitch.
You shouldโ€™ve paid attention as he typed in the passcode but you hadnโ€™t thought of it nor did you feel like it wouldโ€™ve mattered. The two of you hadnโ€™t spoken a word until he tossed you on your bed and turned to storm out.
โ€œYour mother said again. She said you did it again. How many times have you done this? Or how many times has she found out about it?โ€
He slowly turned back to you and you noticed his eyes were red and bloodshot but you were so goddamn mad you didnโ€™t care.
โ€œOnceโ€ฆโ€ He muttered with a stiff jaw and you felt sick. He was being honest and giving you the answer you didnโ€™t want to hear, but at least he was true.
โ€œFrom Steve?โ€
โ€œNo,โ€ He quickly butt in. โ€œShe was a cocktail waitress at a casino I used to go to a lot. Her name was Beth.โ€ His voice was filled with hatred for himself reminiscing. โ€œSheโ€™s the reason why this place was remodeled to be like this, why I chose a house in the middle of nowhere. She always smiled at me and remembered my drink order so I followed her for a bit, just for something to do. She lived in a shitty area, with bars on the windows, a deadbolt on the front door, and her bills were always stacked up, she never carried her cash home with her, she always stopped at the ATM on the nicer side of town where the casino was and deposited her money there. She had no family, only one friend, she had an on-and-off boyfriend she saw every now and then but he never stuck around. She took acting classes on Wednesdays.โ€
Your skin crawled at his confession. How long had he been following her to gather this information? How long had he fantasized about a girl just doing her job and trying to get tips?
โ€œI asked her out once, she said it was against company policy and she could lose her job. I never knew if that was a lie or not.โ€
โ€œYeah, because what kind of trashy broke girls like us would want with an old money fuck like you?โ€ You spit.
โ€œI took her.โ€ He stared at his feet, unable to look you in the eye during his confession. โ€œNo one even noticed for almost a month until her landlord started knocking. I just wanted to give her a good life. She was so exhausted and she drank all the time. I didnโ€™t want her to worry about money or work, I just wanted her to be happy. But I wasnโ€™t good to her..โ€
โ€œFuck,โ€ You exhaled, your hands running over your face with tear-stained makeup flaking against your skin. You wanted him to stop, you wanted him to shut the fuck up, how could you have ever kissed him? Steve took girls at random. But Ransom was meticulous, he followed her for at least months at a time. โ€œWhat do you mean you werenโ€™t good to herโ€ฆโ€
โ€œI treated her like a doll. I made her wear tight dresses and heels and full faces of makeup every day. I would tell her how to talk and act, she was practically my live-in slave, and she was a good actor so I barely noticed her pain.โ€
She was a Barbie with her blonde hair that he got to play with.
โ€œOne day I wasnโ€™t careful, and I dropped something, a vase or bottle, something like that. I turned my back while I was grabbing some towels and she took a shard of the glass and when I turned around she finally snapped.โ€ Ransom swiped the tears beginning to form under his eyes away. โ€œIt felt like the first time I ever spoke to the real Beth, she screamed at me. Called me a controlling monster and that Iโ€™d never find real love. Thatโ€™s the only way someone sane would ever love to be with me if I took them; I guess she was right.โ€
โ€œSo she tried to kill you and you killed her?โ€ You rasped in pain, trying to avoid picturing the scene and where she was standing in this basement when she died.
โ€œShe slit her own throat right in front of me.โ€
Your voice died in your chest and everything made sense to you now. He was more scared of you taking your own life than taking his. When he thought you were trying to drown yourself in the bathtub, when he thought you were jumping to your death instead of just escaping, the way he tried to just make your life as comfortable as possible.
He never forced you to dress up every day or have a full face of makeup on only occasionally. Sometimes heโ€™d dress you in a skirt or dress after youโ€™d been in trouble and had you glam yourself up so he could have fun ruining it. But most of the time he wanted you to feel comfortable; at home.
Why he only had paper and plastic dining ware, why the mirror wasnโ€™t glass, why he had his basement safety-proofed like a psychiatric hospital.
โ€œI didnโ€™t know what to do,โ€ he interrupted your train of thought. โ€œI called my mom and she made arrangements and had a team come in here and take care of it, I donโ€™t know how she even knew them I didnโ€™t exactly ask.โ€
It made you mad that Beth was reduced to a cleaning crewโ€™s daily job. Would Linda have called the same men if you had jumped?
Your stillness crept under his skin as he silently begged for your forgiveness while also exuding anger like you hadnโ€™t seen. He was blindsided.
โ€œYeah well Beth was wrong,โ€ you rolled over your back to him as he stood in the doorway the same way his grandfather had in the library as another sob resumed to shake your body. โ€œYou took me and I will never love youโ€ฆโ€
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If you or a loved one are having thoughts of harming yourself or attempting to take your own life, I know how it feels. But I know how it feels to lose someone to suicide and if only they had said something my best friend would still be here. There are other answers and other solutions.
Suicide prevention hotlines:
America: 988
Canada: 1 (833) 456 4566
United Kingdom: 0800 689 5652
A list of suicide prevention numbers in other countries
The Trevor Project - a suicide hotline for LGBTIA+: (212) 695-8650
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A/n: In the kitchen scene the line โ€œI donโ€™t know which fork I should kill myself with.โ€ Is from New Girl and there are accidentally a lot of parallels in this dining room scene to the one from Shrek 2 I didnโ€™t realize that until editing so thatโ€™s my bad. I was listening to Sleep Token when I was writing the smut so thatโ€™s why it has a bit of a god-complex vibe.
Sorry I didnโ€™t write anything for like ten months. I lost so much of my life between my mom being killed, meeting the man who killed her, getting in a car accident, being raped, trying to kill myself, itโ€™s been hard to get out of bed everyday but this fic is already planned and written out plot wise and if there are gaps in time of me posting I will never abandon this story
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You were one of Steveโ€™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.ย 
He kept you.ย 
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.ย 
Never once did Steve hear a complaint from you. A serious one anyways. You didnโ€™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.ย 
Lately Steve would come home very late or not at all. Normally it wouldnโ€™t have bothered you but he doesnโ€™t call nor give an indication heโ€™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.ย 
โ€œDarling?โ€ Steve called out for you. โ€œWhere are you?โ€ย 
โ€œIโ€™m in the living room!โ€ You answered, turning off the t.v when you saw him walk in.ย 
โ€œThere you are, Iโ€™ve been looking for you.โ€ 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, โ€œListen I need you to stay at the other house for a bit.โ€ย 
โ€œHow long?โ€ย 
โ€œJust long enough until I finally catch her.โ€ย 
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 didnโ€™t even bother to contact you, not even to check up on the other girls.ย 
Deep in your gut you knew something was wrong. Something told you he was treating her differently and thereโ€™s something going that you donโ€™t know about, that Steve doesnโ€™t want you to know about.ย 
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.ย 
โ€œWhy havenโ€™t you been answering? Iโ€™ve been calling you,โ€ Steve claimed. โ€œWhat are you doing?โ€ย 
โ€œFeeding the girls,โ€ You replied in a monotonous tone. โ€œI need to make sure theyโ€™re healthy and getting the proper nutrients they need.โ€ย 
Steve stayed silent for a moment, nodding off. โ€œI need you to lay lowโ€“you know the routine.โ€ย 
โ€œOk.โ€ย 
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 โ€œdistractedโ€. What he didnโ€™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.ย 
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.ย 
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.ย 
Surprisingly it didnโ€™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.ย 
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.ย 
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 didnโ€™t let it blindside you.ย 
โ€œYou know that empty room where the girls are?โ€ You started leaning your head on his shoulder.ย 
He leaned his head on yours, nuzzling it lovingly. โ€œYeah, what about it?โ€
โ€œI was thinking maybe I should go in and pretend Iโ€™m one of them. Iโ€™m assuming youโ€™ll be busy for a while and itโ€™d be nice to talk to them.โ€ You took a deep breath and played with the hem of his shirt.ย 
You could tell he thought about it, โ€œI will be busyโ€ฆ. And her friend is starting to look for her. I donโ€™t see why not.โ€ย 
It was almost too easy.ย 
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.ย 
โ€œGod I canโ€™t believe I slept with him.โ€ย 
Your heart fell out of your body and into the depths of hell. โ€œWhat? You had sex with him?โ€ย 
โ€œYes, havenโ€™t you?โ€ย 
โ€œNo,โ€ You lied.ย 
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.ย 
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.ย 
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.ย 
โ€œHey you,โ€ He chuckled.ย 
โ€œHey,โ€ You said, avoiding his eyes.ย 
โ€œIโ€™ve missed you darling,โ€ He squeezed your arm. โ€œYou know you donโ€™t have to be in there all the time.โ€
โ€œI know.โ€ย 
Steveโ€™s eyebrows cinched together, โ€œWhatโ€™s the matter bug? Why have you been so distant?โ€ย 
โ€œSurprised you even noticed,โ€ You scoffed. โ€œConsidering how much time youโ€™ve been with Noa.โ€ย 
โ€œOh so this is why youโ€™re off,โ€ He said in realization. โ€œDarling listen youโ€™re the only one I want, this one is a little bit more difficult.โ€ย 
You rolled your eyes,โ€ Yeah sure she is, fuckinโ€™ prick.โ€ย 
Steve was taken aback at your tone, you never talked to him like that or called him names. โ€œWhat did you call me?โ€ย 
You looked straight into his eyes, repeating yourself. โ€œA fucking prick.โ€ย 
You tried to leave but his grasp didnโ€™t allow you. He pulled you closer to his body a bit too harshly for your liking. โ€œIโ€™m going to let that slide once. Next time I wonโ€™t, got it?โ€ย 
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.ย 
Steveโ€™s tongue poked his cheek and disappointment went through him. He gripped your cheek with one hand and he brought his face down. โ€œBad girl.โ€ He kissed your lips forcefully and let go with a loud โ€˜popโ€™ sound. โ€œI get all the kisses I want. You know better than that.โ€ย 
At least he still cares, you thought. Otherwise he wouldโ€™ve let you go scotch free.ย 
โ€œDonโ€™t go back in there,โ€ He warned. โ€œOr at least not yet.โ€ย 
โ€œWhy?โ€ You curiously asked.ย 
โ€œI want to spend time with you,โ€ He responded. โ€œI want to spend time with my wife.โ€ย 
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.ย 
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.ย 
He really did miss his wife.ย 
โ€œStop that tickles,โ€ You laughed, pushing him away. โ€œSteve!โ€ย 
His head left the crook of your neck and settled on top of your shoulder. โ€œOk, ok, Iโ€™ll stop but Iโ€™m not letting you go.โ€ย 
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.ย 
Steveโ€™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.ย 
โ€œDonโ€™t mind me, keep going.โ€ย 
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.ย 
โ€œMy dumb baby,โ€ He mockingly cooed. โ€œCanโ€™t even focus when Daddyโ€™s playing with you huh?โ€ย 
โ€œNo,โ€ You whined as your head fell back. โ€œI canโ€™t help it, it feels sโ€™good.โ€ย 
โ€œI know baby, I know.โ€ย 
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.ย 
โ€œF-faster please Daddy,โ€ You breathily said.ย 
โ€œWhy should I?โ€ He teased, still keeping the same pace. โ€œGive me one good reason why and then Iโ€™ll think about it.โ€ย 
โ€œBecause I want to cum Daddy,โ€ You answered as you grinded against his hand. โ€œI need it so bad, please.โ€ย 
โ€œYeah? What does that say about you?โ€ย 
โ€œThat Iโ€™m a needy slut.โ€ย 
Steve smirked, โ€œExactly baby, you're just a needy slut.โ€ย ย 
When Steveโ€™s fingers sped up you let out a relieved sigh, โ€œThank you Daddy.โ€ย 
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 Steveโ€™s thighs hard as your orgasm approached. Tears welled up in your eyes from the overbearing euphoria.ย 
โ€œMโ€™gonna cum,โ€ You wanted him. โ€œPlease donโ€™t stop.โ€ 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.ย 
Steve pulled his hand out and popped his fingers into his mouth. โ€œAlmost forgot how sweet you taste.โ€ย 
Steve grabbed the yard and threw it across the couch. โ€œWow I didnโ€™t know yarn could be so heavy.โ€ย 
You spun around in his lap, leaning in to capture his lips. โ€œYouโ€™d be surprised.โ€ย 
Your hands went to the hem of Steveโ€™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.ย 
โ€œSo eager today arenโ€™t you?โ€ Steve grunted out when you started to pump his cock.ย 
You stopped and grabbed his cock, aligning him at your entrance โ€œYou love it though donโ€™t you?โ€ Steve wasnโ€™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.ย 
โ€œJesus youโ€™re so big,โ€ You mewled when you started to bounce. โ€œFuck.โ€ย 
โ€œI missed your pretty pussy,โ€ He moaned. โ€œI havenโ€™t been taking good care of her.โ€ Steve could feel your wetness seeping out of your cunt and down to his balls. He started thrusted upward, making your toes curl.
โ€œI can feel you right here,โ€ You whispered as you grabbed Steveโ€™s hand and placed it on top of your lower stomach.ย 
Steve lifted your shirt up and saw the outline of his cock bulging out. โ€œFuck baby, right here?โ€ He pushed down on it softly.ย 
โ€œYeah,โ€ You murmured. โ€œYou make me feel so good. I love your cock Daddy.โ€ย 
Your walls clamped around his cock continuously that he could barely move. Steve knew he wouldnโ€™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.ย 
Steve set an inhuman pace, the only sounds coming from the living room were moans and his balls slapping against your skin. โ€œBaby Iโ€™m not gonna last long, I need you to cum.โ€ย 
โ€œIโ€™m not gonna last long either,โ€ You hazily muttered out.ย 
Steve had lost himself in you and let out little whimpers. โ€œPlease baby,โ€ He screwed his eyes shut. โ€œBe a good girl and come for Daddy.โ€
โ€œIโ€™m cumming!โ€ You squealed against him as your walls spasmed around him. Mere milliseconds later and you felt Steveโ€™s cum shooting into your abused cunt. His pace significantly slowed but his balls felt so full he continued to pump into you.ย 
Steve stopped his actions and leaned his forehead against yours. Though heโ€™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.ย 
โ€œHe still loves me!โ€ You beamed as you picked up your yarn.ย 
You marched towards Noaโ€™s door, determination and love coursing through your veins. You forced a kicked puppy dog face before entering the room.ย 
โ€œY/N?โ€ She questioned as she looked up. โ€œWhy are you here?โ€ย 
โ€œSteve sent me here, he said to go to you to see what he does to bad girls.โ€ You answered, settling down next to her. โ€œWhat did he mean by that?โ€
โ€œHeโ€™s going to start cutting you apart,โ€ She replied sullenly.ย ย 
You pretended to be in shock, horrified by what's never going to come. โ€œWhy would he do that?โ€ย 
โ€œBecause heโ€™s fucking crazy.โ€ She spit out. โ€œY/N we have to kill him before he kills us.โ€ย 
This time you were actually in shock. You whipped your head up and looked at her like she was crazy. โ€œH-How?โ€ย 
โ€œHe likes you right? Heโ€™s always taking you out of the room and doesnโ€™t chain you up.โ€ She started to ramble. โ€œYou have to do it Y/N, youโ€™re our only hope.โ€ย 
โ€œNo,โ€ You calmly responded. โ€œI wonโ€™t do it.โ€ย 
โ€œWhy not?!โ€ย 
โ€œWhat kind of wife would I be if I did that?โ€ย 
Noaโ€™s eyes widened in surprise, โ€œWife? Youโ€™re married to him?โ€ย 
You didnโ€™t respond and slowly pulled out a knife that was wrapped around your yarn. โ€œOf course I am. Why else would he let me roam around the house?โ€ย 
โ€œWhat are you doing?โ€ She worriedly asked when she saw the sharp knife.ย 
โ€œDonโ€™t worry Iโ€™m not going to kill you. Iโ€™m going to cut the restraints and let you go but before you leave I made some dinner for you.โ€ You responded, cutting the restraints. โ€œYou deserve to be free.โ€ย 
โ€œBut what about the other girls?โ€ย 
โ€œTheyโ€™re already gone, I set them free just a couple hours ago.โ€ย 
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.ย 
โ€œThe food is in the fridge, relax,โ€ You advised her. โ€œThereโ€™s some water if you want some.โ€ While you looked in the fridge you heard a loud thud. Bye bye.ย 
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.ย 
โ€œHow should I do this?โ€ You thought aloud. You wanted it to be quick, easy and mess free.ย 
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.ย 
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.ย 
โ€œDarling Iโ€™m home!โ€ Steve called out.
You had just finished setting the table when he entered, โ€œYou came just in time, dinnerโ€™s ready.โ€ย 
โ€œSmells really good, new recipe?โ€ Steve hummed in satisfaction from the smell.ย 
โ€œYeah and I decided to use my own twist, tell me what you think.โ€ You sat down as you watched your husband devour your meal, muttering compliments with a full mouth.ย 
โ€œWhat is this anyways? The meat is really tender, I can never get it like this.โ€ย 
โ€œIt doesnโ€™t taste familiar?โ€ You asked, โ€œyouโ€™ve had this before.โ€ย 
โ€œI seriously have no idea, I thought this was a new recipe.โ€ย 
โ€œAnd it is,โ€ You stated.ย 
โ€œSo then what is it?โ€ย 
Noaโ€™s heart,โ€ You answered with a sweet smile.ย 
Steve dropped his fork, โ€œExcuse me?โ€ย 
โ€œYouโ€™re eating Noaโ€™s heart,โ€ You repeated, more sternly this time. โ€œI killed her and cut her piece by piece. Now youโ€™re eating her.โ€ย 
Steveโ€™s jaw clenched and his eyes hardened, โ€œWhy the hell would you do that?โ€ย 
โ€œAre you mad?โ€ You were calm and collected unlike Steve who was about to blow up any minute.ย 
โ€œYes Iโ€™m mad! What kind of question is that?!โ€ย 
โ€œYou 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-โ€ย 
Steve began to cut you off, โ€œYou had-โ€ย 
โ€œDon't cut me off!โ€ You yelled and startled him. โ€œSteve, she was never going to accept you for who you are. Noa wasnโ€™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?โ€ย 
Steve stayed silent, allowing you to continue.ย 
โ€œHoney, you married me for a reason, remember? I am the girl for you.โ€ Your hand made its way to his thigh, squeezing it. โ€œYouโ€™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 youโ€™re going to be happy with some normal girl thereโ€™s no way honey.โ€ย 
โ€œI didnโ€™t think of it that way,โ€ He finally said. โ€œI shouldnโ€™t have let myself get carried away.โ€ย 
Though you were smiling it didnโ€™t reach your eyes, โ€œIโ€™ll let it slide this time. If I find out you had sex with another girl I will completely lose it. You donโ€™t want me leaving you donโ€™t you.โ€ย 
โ€œNo of course not, why would you even say that?โ€ Steve said frantically.ย 
โ€œGood so weโ€™re on the same page then.โ€ You softly pecked Steveโ€™s lips, โ€œI love you.โ€ย 
โ€œI love you too.โ€
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P๐Ÿ–คrn Links for Steve Kemp ๐Ÿ”ช
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Warnings || NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, explicit sexual content, p0rn videos
Disclaimer || These are all from Twitter. I will add to this list once I find more videos.
Note || These remind me of Steve so I wanted to share (these are just my opinion) I will probably add more once I find some good videos :)
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โ€” Steve playing with your pussy
โ€” Steve being rough with you
โ€” Steve fucking you while youโ€™re tied up
โ€” Steve giving you a creampie
โ€” Steve loves to play with his little pet
โ€” Steve torturing you in the best way possible
โ€” Steve putting you in handcuffs as he fucks you from behind
โ€” Steve loves to fuck his little basement wife after a long day. One || Two || Three
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Bucky Barnes
๐–ง๐–บ๐—‰๐—‰๐—’ ๐–ก๐—‚๐—‹๐—๐—๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—’ โ˜† - Today's your birthday and your handsome husband invited his best friend over to gift you a special present.
-> husbands!best friend!bucky | one-shot | smut | ft. andy barber
๐–จ'๐—† ๐–ญ๐—ˆ๐— ๐–ธ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—Œ ๐– ๐—‡๐—’๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ โ˜† - Bucky and you had a secret relationship that ended months ago, but there was an unspoken tension between you.
-> brothers best friend!bucky | one-shot | smut
Gift for You
-> normal!bucky | drabble | fluff | valentine's day event
Wine and Take Out
-> mob!bucky | drabble | fluff | valentine's day event
Take My Breath Away โ˜† - it's your wedding day, you are marrying the man you love...or are you? he says he loves you, so why is he letting you marry the man he claims is not right for you?
-> stepdad!bucky | one-shot | smut | angst | fluff | moodboard
Angel to Love for Eternity - you're his angel and he will love you for eternity, he does everything for you...it's time to return the favour.
-> vampire!bucky | one-shot | smut | event
The Storm He Calms โ€“ with a hot-headed wife like you, Bucky's life was never boring. Add to that, his daughter. Seven years, cute as a button with the temper of her mother.
-> teacher!bucky | one-shot | fluff | smut | moodboard
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Steve Kemp
๐–ฒ๐—๐—ˆ๐–ผ๐—„๐—๐—ˆ๐—…๐—† ๐–ฒ๐—’๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—‚๐—'๐—Œ ๐–ฒ๐—‚๐–ฝ๐–พ ๐–ค๐–ฟ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐–ผ๐—๐—Œ โ˜† - steve gives you stockholm syndrome and well let's just say; you gotta make sure you're his only one....
-> steve kemp | one-shot | smut | dark
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Nick Fowler
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—€๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–ฑ๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—† ๐–ข๐—…๐–บ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐—‚๐–ผ โ˜† - nick promised you'd go shopping after you had to punish him for missing yet another date of yours and in a certain store he can't control himself anymore.
-> mob!nick | one-shot | smut | fluff
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Andy Barber
๐–ง๐–พ ๐–ฒ๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—…๐–ฝ๐—‡'๐— ๐–ซ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐–ง๐–พ๐—‹ โ˜† - he is defending a girl who is charged for murder on three man; she is a criminal, and he is her lawyer who canโ€™t stay away from her knowing what she is.
-> criminal!reader | one-shot | dark
๐–ฏ๐–บ๐—’ ๐–ป๐–บ๐–ผ๐—„ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–บ ๐–ก๐—‚๐—๐–ผ๐— ๐—‚๐—Œ๐—‡'๐— โ˜† - you catch Laurie cheating on her husband, but what she didn't realize is that payback is indeed a bitch.
-> normal!andy | one-shot | smut
๐–ฒ๐–พ๐—‘ ๐–ฎ๐—‡ ๐–ซ๐–พ๐—€๐—Œ - Andy and you fuck and almost get caught
-> boyfriends dad!andy | drabble | smut
๐–ง๐–บ๐—‰๐—‰๐—’ ๐–ก๐—‚๐—‹๐—๐—๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—’ โ˜† โ€“ today's your birthday and your handsome husband invited his best friend over to gift you a special present
-> husband!andy | one-shot | smut | fluff | ft. bucky barnes
New Louboutins โ€“ Andy bought you new shoes and you love them, you wear them everywhere at any chance you get. The only downside is that after a little while they get uncomfortableโ€ฆ
-> husband!andy | one-shot | smut | fluff
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Lloyd Hansen
๐–ฒ๐—Ž๐—†๐—†๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ญ๐—‚๐—€๐—๐— ๐–ข๐—‚๐—๐—’ โ˜† - he loved you that night, you didnโ€™t want that night to end but it had to after all he was your mission and you had to finish itโ€ฆright?
-> normal!lloyd | one-shot | fluff | smut
๐–ค๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—’๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–ฒ๐—Ž๐—‡๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐–พ โ˜† - you get into a fight with Lloyd because once again he got too overprotective/jealous which ends up in you ignoring him, but he try everything, and I mean everything to get you to talk to him โ€” Aramis the Cat (moodboard)
-> sofft!lloyd | one-shot | fluff | smut
๐–ณ๐—๐–พ ๐–ณ๐—‹๐—‚๐—‰ - you have to go on a work trip and leave Lloyd alone with your cat; Aramis
-> soft!lloyd | drabble | fluff
๐–จ๐—'๐—Œ ๐–ธ๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–ฌ๐–พ ๐–ฅ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ - lloyd comforting you and some other stuff
-> soft!lloyd | one-shot | angst
๐–ณ๐—๐–พ ๐–ง๐—ˆ๐—…๐–ฝ ๐–ธ๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–ง๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐–ฎ๐—‡ ๐–ฌ๐–พ - Lloyd also has a gentle side and only if the reader is near him. Lloyd wants to kill/hurr a man in front of a child. The reader tells him that he should not do it - and what the reader says is law.
-> sub!lloyd | one-shot | smut | darkish-fluff
๐–ซ๐—‚๐—๐—๐—…๐–พ ๐–ฒ๐—…๐—Ž๐— โ˜† - you hate him, he hates you, maybe you don't, you fuck each other for money
-> pornstar!lloyd | drabble | smut
๐–ฌ๐—’ ๐–ก๐–พ๐—Œ๐— ๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—‚๐–พ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—Œ ๐–ฃ๐–บ๐–ฝ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ฎ๐—‡๐–พ โ˜† - a short little drabble on your secret relationship with your bestfriends dad or more like daddy ;)
-> best friends dad!lloyd | one-shot | fluff | smut
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Ransom Drysdale
๐–ก๐—‚๐—€ ๐–ฎ๐—…๐–พ' ๐–ฒ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ๐—๐—‚๐–พ - Ransom can get really soft when he didnโ€™t see Y/N for days ใ€โ™ฅ๏ธŽใ€‘
-> normal!ransom | drabble | fluff
๐–ฌ๐—’ ๐–ฃ๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹ ๐–ก๐–พ๐–บ๐—Ž๐—๐—‚๐–ฟ๐—Ž๐—… ๐–ฑ๐–บ๐—‡๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—† - You loved Ransom and would do anything to keep him, but he didnโ€™t love you as much however sooner or later he will find his way back...
-> normal!ransom | one-shot | dark | event
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Ari Levinson
๐–ฆ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐–ผ๐–พ๐—‹๐—’ ๐–ฒ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‰๐—‰๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ โ˜† - You and Ari are at the grocery store getting your weekly things. You hear a group of girls staring at Ari and whispering as he walks down the islands
-> normal!ari | drabble | fluff
๐–ฏ๐—Ž๐—‹๐–พ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—Ž๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—…๐—๐—
-> normal!ari | drabble | smut
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Steve Rogers
Give You A Ride โ€“ you had your eyes on him for a long time...finally something happens but you have to follow one rule; the cowboy rule...
-> cowboy!steve | one-shot | smut | little fluff
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Punishment ยป Steve Kemp
Pairings: Boyfriend!Steve Kemp x Girlfriend!Reader
Summary: Y/N suffers the consequences after flirting with Steveโ€™s coworker.
Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, (f & m receiving), unprotected sex, daddy kink, bondage, praise kink, degrading, spanking (a few times), name calling (slut), use of pet names
Written on my phone. Iโ€™m sorry for any mistakes and typos.
Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier
GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!๐Ÿ”ž
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Steve pinned you against the closed door as soon as the two of you walked inside of the house and wrapped his hand around your throat.
โ€œI want you naked the second I get to our bedroom. Got it?โ€ Steve whispers in your ear, sending chills through your body.
โ€œYes, Stevie.โ€ You say submissively.
Steve let go of your throat and smacked your ass as you walked away. The second you got to yours and Steveโ€™s bedroom, you immediately stripped out of your dress and panties. You sat on the bed and patiently waited for Steve. You watched as Steve walked into the bedroom, loosening his tie as he closed the door. He tossed his tie on the bed and motioned for you to come to him. You got off the bed and walked over to him. He gripped your chin and tilted your head up so you were looking into his beautiful blue eyes that are now filled with lust.
โ€œDo you want to explain why youโ€™re being punished, sweetheart?โ€ Steve asks in almost a whisper.
โ€œI didnโ€™t do anything wrong.โ€ You say with a pout.
โ€œSo flirting with my coworkers isnโ€™t doing anything wrong?โ€ He asks.
โ€œI was just being nice!โ€ You say, defending yourself.
โ€œBeing nice doesnโ€™t involve flirting.โ€ He says.
His fingers left your chin to unbutton his white button up dress shirt. You watched as he took it off and dropped it on the floor.
โ€œGet on your fucking knees, baby.โ€ He orders.
โ€œYes, Stevie.โ€ You say, sinking down to your knees.
โ€œYes what?โ€ Steve asks.
โ€œYes, daddy.โ€ You corrected yourself.
โ€œGood girl.โ€ He praises.
You watched with hungry eyes as he unbuckled his belt and got to work on his pants. He pulled his pants down, along with his boxers. His hard cock sprung out, his tip leaking with precum. You licked your lips at the sight of it.
โ€œYou want my cock, baby?โ€ Steve asks, pumping it in his hand.
โ€œYes I do, daddy.โ€ You say.
โ€œOpen that pretty mouth.โ€ He says.
You opened your mouth just enough for Steve to slide his cock in your mouth. You wrapped your lips around him and began bobbing your head. Your eyes looked up at him with an innocent look. Steve tilted his head back, a moan leaving his lips.
โ€œFuck, baby.โ€ Steve moans. โ€œAre you trying to redeem yourself?โ€ He asks, looking down at you.
You hummed in response, nodding your head slightly. Steve chuckles.
โ€œItโ€™s not gonna work this time, sweetheart.โ€ He says.
Steve pulled your hair back in a makeshift ponytail and started moving his hips to thrust in your mouth. You gagged a little when his tip hit the back of your throat, but you quickly relaxed your throat so you can take him. Your hands gripped his thighs to steady yourself.
โ€œYou were a bad girl tonight.โ€ He starts. โ€œFlirting- oh fuckโ€ฆโ€ He moans. โ€œFlirting with my coworkers all night and thinking you can get away with it.โ€ He says with a chuckle.
Your nails dug in his thighs, trying to tell him that you need to breathe. Steve stopped thrusting in your mouth and took his cock out of your mouth to let you breathe, his hand still in your hair. You looked up at your boyfriend, breathing heavily with an innocent look on your face.
โ€œDrop the innocent act. You and I both know that youโ€™re a little slut.โ€ Steve says.
You pouted. Steve tapped the tip of his cock against your bottom lip, smearing his precum on it.
โ€œOpen up, slut.โ€ He says.
You opened your mouth again. Steve slid his cock back in your mouth and started thrusting in your mouth again. You tried your best to breathe through your nose while your hands remained on his thighs. You swallowed around his cock, earning a moan from him.
โ€œFuck!โ€ Steve moans. โ€œIf you keep doing that, Iโ€™m going to cum.โ€ He says.
Steveโ€™s grip on your hair got tighter causing you to whimper. His thrusts became uneven when he felt his orgasm building up. Steveโ€™s eyes fluttered shut as he tilted his head back. His mouth fell open, cursing loudly as he came in your mouth. He slowly pulled his cock out of your mouth. You swallowed his cum without him telling you to.
โ€œYou swallow all of it?โ€ Steve asks, looking down at you.
โ€œYes, daddy.โ€ You answered.
โ€œShow me.โ€ He says.
You opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue to show him that you swallowed everything.
โ€œGood girl.โ€ He praises. โ€œOn the bed.โ€ He orders.
You obeyed him and laid down on your back.
โ€œArms above your head.โ€ He says.
You put your arms above your head. You watched as Steve picked up his tie and tied it around your wrists against the headboard. You looked up at the tie on your wrists, tugging at it.
โ€œDonโ€™t even think about it, sweetheart. Youโ€™re not getting out of that anytime soon.โ€ Steve says.
Steve leaned down and kissed your lips. He pulled away, lightly biting down on your bottom lip. He spread your legs apart and settled himself in between them. His hands slid up your waist to your breasts. His thumbs rubbed over your nipples .
โ€œSince you decided to flirt with my coworkers like a little slut, Iโ€™m going to treat you like one.โ€ Steve says.
His thumbs and index fingers pinched your nipples, sending a tingly sensation through your body. A moan left your lips.
โ€œYou like that, donโ€™t you, sweetheart?โ€ He smirks.
You bit your bottom lip and nodded your head. Steve did it again, a louder moan left your lips. One of his hands left your breasts and went down to your wet pussy. His fingers rubbed through your wet folds to your clit. You bucked your hips for more, only for you to receive a smack on your thigh causing you to whimper.
โ€œYou know the rules, baby. No moving.โ€ He says.
Steve rubbed your clit with his thumb while he slid two fingers in your tight entrance. Your jaw dropped, breathy moans left your lips.
โ€œDid you want my coworkers doing this to you, sweetheart? Do you want them playing with your cute little body the way I do?โ€ Steve asks.
โ€œNo!โ€ You whined. โ€œI donโ€™t want them! Only you can do this to me, daddy!โ€ You say.
Steve speeds up his fingers. You wiggled your hips for more, but that earned you another smack on your thigh. His thumb applied more pressure on your clit as he continued to rub it.
โ€œYouโ€™re mine, understand?โ€ He says possessively.
โ€œUnderstand, daddy!โ€ You said more in a whine, throwing your head back in pleasure.
โ€œGood girl.โ€ He praises. โ€œNow, if you want to cum, youโ€™re going to have to earn it.โ€ He says.
You were about to protest, but you know the consequences if you do so you just looked at him with a pout. Steveโ€™s free hand cupped your cheek, tilting your head back so you were looking up at him. His thumb rubbed across your lower lip. You parted your lips just enough for him to slide his thumb in your mouth. You wrapped your lips around his thumb and swirled your tongue around it as if it were his cock. Steve watched you with hungry eyes. His fingers fucked you faster. You moaned around his thumb, your eyes fluttering shut. Steve felt his cock get hard again. He was unable to take it anymore so he took his thumb out of your mouth, along with your pussy. He untied your wrists and flipped you over onto your hands and knees, almost manhandling you. Steve positioned himself behind you, giving your ass a smack. He lined his cock at your entrance and thrusted inside of you without warning.
โ€œStevie!โ€ You moaned in a squeaky voice.
That earned you another smack on your ass.
โ€œDaddy!โ€ You corrected yourself.
His thrusts were hard and fast. His hands were holding onto your hips with a bruising grip.
โ€œItโ€™s like you wanted me to fuck you like a little slut so you flirted with my coworkers on purpose just to get what you want.โ€ Steve pauses when a moan left his lips. โ€œTell me, sweetheartโ€ฆโ€ He starts. โ€œDid you flirt with my coworkers on purpose just to get what you wanted?โ€ He asks.
You let out a whine instead of answering him, but that wasnโ€™t enough for him. That earned you a smack on your ass.
โ€œYou better answer me or youโ€™re not cumming tonight.โ€ He says, almost growling.
You opened your mouth to answer him, but a moan left your lips when his cock hit your sweet spot.
โ€œI donโ€™t hear you answering me.โ€ He says, smacking your ass again.
โ€œYes!โ€ You squeaked. โ€œI flirted with your co- ah fuck! Coworkers on purpose just to get what I wanted!โ€ You say, followed by a moan. โ€œIโ€™m sorry, daddy.โ€ You apologized with a whimper.
โ€œYouโ€™re way past sorry, honey.โ€ He starts. โ€œNow be a good girl take the rest of your punishment like the little slut you are for me.โ€ He says lowly.
Your hands grasped the sheet underneath you, squeezing them tighter when his thrusts sped up. You arched your back in pleasure when his cock hit your sweet spot again. You arching your back created a new angle for Steve. His cock thrusted deeper in your pussy. One of his hands left your hip and found its way to your clit and began rubbing it fast. Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head at the feeling. You cunt clenched around his cock when he applied more pressure on your clit. Your orgasm was building up quickly.
โ€œDaddy, please I- fuck! Please let me cum!โ€ You begged with a whimper.
โ€œYou were a bad girl tonight. I donโ€™t think you deserve to cum.โ€ Steve says.
You were about to fall over the edge. His fingers continued to rub your clit roughly and his cock kept hitting your sweet spot.
โ€œIโ€™m sorry! I wonโ€™t do it again! Iโ€™m yours! Please let me cum, daddy!โ€ You begged.
โ€œThatโ€™s right, sweetheart. Youโ€™re mine.โ€ Steve practically growls. โ€œCum for daddy.โ€ He says.
Your hands squeezed the sheets tighter as a loud moan left your lips when you came. Steve wasnโ€™t too far behind you. He came after a few thrusts. His thrusts came to a slow stop. He pulled out of you and laid down next to you, pulling you closer to him. You two laid there panting.
โ€œI really am sorry for flirting with your coworkers. I just wanted your attention.โ€ You tell him.
โ€œYou shouldโ€™ve told me. I wouldโ€™ve given you all of my attention.โ€ Steve says.
You guys laid there in each otherโ€™s arms for a moment before Steve carried you to the bathroom for a warm bath to clean the two of you up. Then you guys finally went to bed and cuddled.
๐Ÿฉต๐Ÿฉต๐Ÿฉต๐Ÿฉต๐Ÿฉต๐Ÿฉต๐Ÿฉต๐Ÿฉต๐Ÿฉต๐Ÿฉต๐Ÿฉต๐Ÿฉต๐Ÿฉต๐Ÿฉต๐Ÿฉต๐Ÿฉต๐Ÿฉต
-Buckyโ€™s Doll
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summary: with your period worse than ever, youโ€™re left almost bed-ridden in nothing but his clothes. and when youโ€™re sat there, looking so pretty, steve canโ€™t deny himself. a man has needs, after all.
warnings: SMUT (unprotected period sex, dubcon, light blood kink, PWP) blood, steve himself is a warning
notes: saw a post about steve liking period sex and it sparked something within my horny, period-ridden brain, and now iโ€™m forcing it onto you โค๏ธ
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The coldness of the sheets worn off a long time ago. Your body has held itself in the same fetal position for hours, locked in its own paused joints, skin trembling as you try to ignore the stabbing pain screaming at you from your abdomen.
Youโ€™ve almost single-handedly destroyed an entire bottle of Ibuprofen, crushing the weight of your small heating pad underneath your body. Youโ€™re in nothing but a grey hoodie of Steveโ€™s, pitch black socks and special menstruation panties with a built-in pad you got somewhere online. Everything feels too tight and too lose at the same time. Everything is too much and not enough.
You can hear the faint steps of Steveโ€™s boots as he wanders the halls, doing God knows what โ€” leaving you with the coursing anxiety of being alone.
The door opens, faint in your ears, and you can register footsteps coming towards you. The bed shifts underneath his weight as he kneels beside you, setting a glass of water on the nightstandโ€” the nicest gesture heโ€™s made.
โ€œHow are the meds?โ€
You can feel Steveโ€™s hands bunch up the material of your sweatshirt as he strokes your skin through it, his thumb rubbing circles through the fabric. โ€œIt hurts.โ€
He hums, eyebrows furrowing in worry, as much as he can muster. His eyes rake over your form, inch by inch, before attempting to meet your eyes again. You can barely see him with your face buried in the sheets, hair covering your eyes and blocking him from your vision.
โ€œCan I make you feel better?โ€
His voice is low, deep, something familiar, and not in the way that feels natural now. Thereโ€™s that rumble in his tone he only gets in two different occasions. Two occasions you know oh-too-well.
Two occasions ending with someone bloody or cum-stained.
โ€œIโ€™m hurting, Steve,โ€ You mumble, burrowing your face in the sleeve of the hoodie. He hums in understanding, but he still continues.
Steveโ€™s hands pull the hoodie over your skin, exposing your bottom-half, plump and panty-clad โ€” you always thought they designed them way too skimpily to be period products.
He squeezes your ass, causing you to whine, and he chuckles airily at the simple reaction. He moves from beside you, gathering himself behind, kneeling on the bed.
Youโ€™re not in full fetal, but youโ€™re still close. More than half of your body is facing down on the bed, but your ass is stuck up in the air, lightly turned on itโ€™s side. The view is enough to make his paints tighten, along with the light whimpers you make when your body starts to ache.
โ€œHoneyโ€ฆโ€ He tsks. โ€œLemme take care of you.โ€
You know him too well for this. You know heโ€™s not taking in your well being, itโ€™s all for him, for his pleasure, but something about that- something about that is for you. Something about him taking what he wants makes your cunt clench around nothing.
He takes his thumb, rubbing you over your panties, digging his thumb deep so he can press hard on your clit. You whine at the contact, and your body instinctually shoves itself closer to him. He grips your hip with his free hand, keeping you locked in place.
โ€œYou think youโ€™re wet enough to take it?โ€
You dig your foot into his thigh when he rubs you faster, keening at his movements, your breathing getting faster.
โ€œCan fuckinโ€™ feel it,โ€ Steve groans, cock straining against his slacks, โ€œCanโ€™t wait for you to stain my cock.โ€
He pulls down your panties with a tug, revealing your glistening cunt to him. You can hear the clanging of his belt as he pulls it off, tugging his pants down and letting his cock bounce free.
Steve leans over you, pressing his chest against the expanse of your back. His breathing tickles your skin as he presses his face in your neck, nipping at it with small bites, playing with you like a toy. His cockhead is sliding through your folds, up and down, teasing your entrance with the promise of filling it.
He grunts as he slides in. His chest rumbles against your back while his cock slides within your walls, your cunt practically sucking him in. Your arousal; granted by his earlier teasing, mixed with the continuous stream of blood is enough to help him bottom out almost immediately, setting the ache in your cunt that makes you moan against the sheets. Heโ€™s pressing so much weight onto you youโ€™re practically squished, drowning underneath his body and the expensive cushioning.
โ€œPussyโ€™s fucking perfect,โ€ Heโ€™s grunting, groaning in your ear, already thrusting shallowly inside your cunt. โ€œPerfect wet little hole, fuck.โ€
โ€œSteve,โ€ Youโ€™re whining underneath him, thighs sticking together with sweat, fingers tangling in the sheets as his thrusts get faster. His balls ars slapping against your skin, filling the air with obscene smacking sounds, followed by his relentless sounds and your muffled whimpers. He canโ€™t help it, canโ€™t help the way your cunt grips him, canโ€™t help the way your smell makes him want to flood your pussy right then and there โ€” canโ€™t help that the promise of you whimpering under him is enough to make him feral.
Steve looks down, watching his cock slide out of your cunt, amazed as he watches it come out red โ€” stained with you.
โ€œItโ€™s too much,โ€ You whine, but he just chuckles. Chuckles in your ear with a tsk, tugging you back and forth on his dick.
โ€œYou can fucking take it,โ€ He says, so sure of himself โ€” so confident in the fact that youโ€™re always good for him. Always ready for him to take you whenever he needs. Always ready to be his good little hole. Just as he needs you to be.
His cock slamming against that one spot inside of you, over and over again is enough to make you sob โ€” reaching back to grab his arm, nails digging so deep you think it might draw blood.
โ€œGonna cum for me, sweetheart?โ€ Steve gets faster, gets harder, turns into a man on a mission. โ€œGonna cream on my cock, honey? Fuckinโ€™ do it, clench around it, baby, cum so fucking hard, you can do it. Fuck, cโ€™mon, please,โ€
When he ends it with a whine, itโ€™s enough to do you in. Your cunt spasms around his length, cumming harder than you thought you could, orgasm wrecking through you like a freight train. Your nails dig deeper, face buried farther in the bed, legs growing stiffer, sobs getting louder as you come.
โ€œFuck, yes, thatโ€™s it,โ€ His moans are getting more desperate, less held back. He sounds like heโ€™s in heat; gasping and whining, lost in the feeling of your cuntโ€™s flutters. โ€œGonna cum in your dirty pussy,โ€
And he does. With one last, final slam, his cum floods your already drenched heat. He bites onto your shoulder as he comes, eyes slamming shut with the force, moaning deeply into your skin.
You two lay there in silence as you come down. Your skin is sticking together with sweat, bodies tied to each other with come and heat, dripping down from within your thighs and onto his perfectly made sheets. Your legs are still trembling.
Steve is almost sad as he pulls out of your cunt, smiling as he feels it try to keep him inside. The mix of cum and blood floods out of you almost immediately, and you can hear him groan โ€” feel him picking some up with his index finger and bringing it to his mouth, licking his finger clean and smiling at the taste.
He brings a final, gentle swat to your ass, tugging you down the bed and turning you to face him. As lovingly as he can get, he pushes your soggy hair from your skin, squishing your face with force to make you look at him.
โ€œThe bed is ruined. We gotta get you cleaned up.โ€
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pairing: vampire!steve kemp x human!female reader
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warnings: blood kink, mentions of blood, blood drinking, p in v sex, porn without a plot. soft sex that turns rough, overstimulation. implied sub/dom dynamics. 18+ content.
๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ: Steve comes home late and hungry for you.
a/n: i've had this in my drafts for a while and i'm finally posting it! this was my first time writing for steve so as always, please be kind!
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Y/N remembers the first time Steve fed from her.
The wave of pain that rushed through her veins, followed by a wave an induced euphoria, was an all-time high she'd never really experienced before. He was very patient with her, reassuring her it wouldn't be as bad as she thought it'd be.
Steve was the opposite of what anyone would assume a vampire would be. He wasn't greedy and didn't use any persuasion on her. Y/N had been enamored by him ever since she found out his secret, so it was no surprise to Steve that she'd be so willing. After he was done, he pecked her cheek and whispered, "Good girl. You think you can do that again for me?" Y/N nodded in response.
Today, when evening rolled around, Steve plops down on the leather couch, arms sprawled across the edge of the loveseat. Despite being incapable of getting tired, work had been extremely stressful today. He'd been booked solid with multiple surgeries, and he had to do it all with a fake smile while ignoring the temptation to go snatch a blood bag or two. He'd been waiting for this moment with her, and so had she.
His lips form into a small grin as he hears her enter the room, finger curling and beckoning her over to him. "Come here, baby girl. I need you."
Y/N giggled when she saw him lounging on the couch. As he beckoned her over, she ran toward the couch in the living room before straddling his lap. "God, I missed you baby." she sighed, her lips immediately finding his as she kissed him softly. She was only wearing a graphic t-shirt, which only reached the top of her thighs. The hem of her shirt rose slightly as she moved against his lap.
Steve's hunger was a raging fire, demanding to be quenched as Y/N straddled his lap, her soft lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. He reciprocated eagerly, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer to him. As he deepened the kiss, the taste of her intoxicated him.
Breaking the kiss, he smirked up at her, his dark eyes filled with hunger and desire. "Mmm, you have no idea how delicious you look, babe," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. His hands trailed up her bare thighs, gripping her hips firmly as he felt the hem of her shirt rise. He loved the way she teased him, the way she indulged in her own desires, knowing how it drove him wild.
His lips trailed down her neck, nipping and sucking on her sensitive skin, leaving teasing marks. His hands moved to graze over her ass, squeezing it firmly before giving it a playful smack. "You've been a naughty girl, haven't you? Touching yourself while I was away," he growled, his voice laced with possessiveness and desire. He wanted to devour her in every possible way, to take her to new heights of pleasure.
Steve's hunger and desire were reaching their peak, but he had more in mind than just feeding. He wanted to satisfy all their cravings. "Tell me, baby. Are you ready to be filled... in more ways than one?" he murmured, his voice dripping with sinful promise.
Her eyes shot open when he squeezed her bottom, a smirk tugging at her lips when he smacked it. "Mmm. Have I?" she asked with a playful, teasing tone. "How would you know?" Her eyes drifted to his lips, craving more of him already. She leaned in, pressing her forehead against his own. "Yes. I'm more than ready, Steve. I know you're hungry for me," she purred, her finger running down his chest.
A low growl rumbled in his chest as her finger trailed over the fabric of his hospital scrubs, reigniting his hunger and desire. "Oh, trust me, baby, I always know," he replied, his voice dripping with authority and desire. The hunger within him consumed him, but he wanted to savor this moment, to truly relish in the pleasure they were about to experience.
With a swift motion, he lifted her off his lap and carried her toward the nearby staircase, placing her down gently on the first step, her back pressing against the wooden steps. His eyes bore into hers, the hunger and passion swirling within them like a tempestuous storm. He slowly lowered himself down, his lips grazing over her collarbone, his tongue dancing along her skin.
"Tonight, I will indulge in your every want and need," he whispered seductively against her ear, his fingers tracing teasing patterns along her thighs. His grip tightened slightly, a hint of his strength showing, as he parted her legs and settled between them. His hands trailed upward, his fingertips lightly brushing against her clit, his touch tantalizingly soft.
Steve's mouth captured hers in a deep, demanding kiss as his fingers began to explore her wet, aching cunt. His tongue skillfully danced with hers, their mouths locked in a heated battle. His fingers dipped lower, sliding easily between her slit, exploring her folds with expert precision. He teased her entrance, dipping a single digit inside before withdrawing, teasing her relentlessly.
While his hands pleasured her, his fangs grazed over her neck, his lips occasionally brushing against her skin, threatening to sink into her flesh. He wanted to taste her, to feed on her in the most intimate way possible. But for now, he wanted to push her to the brink of desire, to make her beg for release.
As his fingers worked their magic, he felt her walls clenching around them, a testament to her growing arousal. He knew she was ready, and with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he withdrew his hand and brought his fingers to his lips, licking them clean with a low growl of satisfaction. "Mmm, you taste exquisite, Y/N," he murmured, his voice laced with desire. "But now, it's time for me to satisfy my own hunger."
When he pulled away, his fangs now grazing over her pulse point once more, her breath hitched. Her nipples hardened underneath the thin fabric of her shirt as his fingers glided in and out of her, teasing her soaked center. "Steve, please. I need you." she whimpers, grabbing hold of his shoulder for support, her breathing growing heavy by the minute.
"Don't tease me..." she begged, trailing her hand down his arm, her inner walls now clenching around nothing.
Steve's eyes darkened with desire as she pleaded for him, her voice filled with need and desperation. Her body was aching to be filled, and he intended to grant her wishes soon, but not before he indulged in his own desires.
He couldn't resist her pout, the way her lips formed that irresistible shape. Chuckling lowly, he leaned in, pressing his lips against hers once again, devouring her in a hungry and possessive kiss. His hand traveled down her body, slipping under her shirt and teasingly grazing over her hardened nipples. He toyed with them, rolling them between his fingers, eliciting moans of pleasure from her.
But he couldn't ignore the pulsating hunger within him any longer. Redirecting his attention, he trailed kisses down her neck, his fangs gently nipping at her skin, leaving small marks in their wake. The scent of her arousal filled the air, intoxicating him with its sweetness. His tongue teasingly licking and sucking on her supple skin. He could practically feel her pulse, tempting him even more.ย 
His fangs extended, sinking into her flesh as her essence pooled into his mouth. The crimson liquid coated his lips, causing him to hum in satisfaction. Her blood always tasted so sweet when she was like this, her desire urging him on. His palm squeezed her breast harder, relishing in the sound of her breathless moans.
That familiar wave of euphoria crashed over her, pain mixing in with the pleasure as he continued to drink from her.
His fingers found their way back to her throbbing core, this time plunging deep inside her without hesitation. He relished in the slickness, the warmth of her tight walls gripping his fingers, urging him further. His thumb circled her swollen clit, applying just enough pressure to send waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
With a growl of satisfaction, he withdrew his fingers once again, leaving her wanting and empty. He needed to taste her, to feel her on his tongue. Leaning down, he pressed his lips against her inner thigh, placing wet, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive flesh. His tongue teased the tender skin, drawing closer and closer to her dripping wetness.
But he couldn't resist the temptation any longer. Resisting the urge to prolong the moment further, he finally buried his face between her legs, his tongue expertly finding her clit. He flicked, licked, and sucked on the sensitive bud, his hands gripping her thighs to hold her in place. The sounds of her moans and whimpers fueled his desire, and he devoured her with an insatiable hunger.
As he continued his assault, he could feel her walls clenching around his tongue, her body trembling with pleasure. But he wanted more. Pulling away slightly, he looked up at her with a primal hunger burning in his eyes.
"I want to hear you beg, Y/N. Beg for me to fuck you. Beg for me to fill you completely," he growled, his voice thick with desire. The power and control he held over her at this moment only fueled his own desire, the game of dominance and submission intensifying the heat between them.
She arched her back as he continued to please her between her thighs, her legs beginning to shake as his tongue flicked over her clit. When he finally pulled away, her breath was heavy, practically panting, her elbows propping her up on the stairs. "Please, Steve. I need you so badly. I need you inside me." she pleaded, her voice soft like honey.
Steve's primal instincts took over as he listened to her plea, her words echoing through his mind like a sweet melody. The hunger within him burned hotter, the need to possess her consuming his every thought. With a predatory glint in his eyes, he rose from his position on the stairs, his body towering over hers.
He wasted no time in shedding his clothes, the small space between them now filled with the sound of fabric hitting the floor. His muscular body glistened with a sheen of sweat, his hardened cock throbbing with anticipation.
Taking her by surprise, Steve swiftly lifted her from the ground, his arm wrapped firmly around her waist. In a flurry of motion, he pinned her against the wall, using the surface as leverage to spread her legs wide. The position provided easy access for him to slide in, his thick length aching to plunge inside her, to claim her as his own.
"Is this what you want, baby girl?" he breathed, his voice rough with lust.
Y/N nodded, her hands resting on his shoulders as she looked up at him. "Yes. Please, Steve?" she whispered, hoping he'd give it all without hesitation or reservation.
In an instant, Steve's lips crashed down onto hers roughly as he lined his cock up to her dripping core and plunged in. The mix of emotions that flashed across her face was confusing but exhilarating; fear mixed with excitement blended together until they felt almost natural. So many feelings were displayed as she tried to adjust to his size.
As Steve bottomed out, her hips jerked forward, the sensation of his massive girth stretching her nearly bringing her to the edge of climax. Her fingers sank further into his skin, bracing herself as his thrusts became more relentless, causing her head to fall back against the wall. "Oh...you feel so good. I need more." She whimpered, as a small squeal escapes her lips after feeling his hips snap forward again, picking up his pace.
The way she moaned and cried for him fueled his carnal needs, spurring him to drive into her at an inhumanly rapid pace. Every muscle in his body trembled with the effort, his breath coming out in ragged pants. His fangs descended further, the tips grazing her throat, the threat of piercing her tender flesh an unmistakable promise of his intention to consume her wholly.
His mouth found the other side of her neck before his fangs punctured her flesh. But this time, he wasn't careful as he drank from her. Y/N could feel the warm blood dripping down her chest as he tasted her sweet, addicting essence. As he feasted on her, his cock pounded into her at a savage pace, each punishing stroke sending sparks of pleasure coursing through their bodies.
But Steve could sense the tightening in his own body as his orgasm rapidly approached, and with a low grunt, he pulled out of her. Not without gathering the mixture of her and his juices before continuing his path. Her moans grew louder, causing Steve to cover her mouth with his hand, as he used his other hand to gather the essence on his hand before slowly slipping his coated, fingers in her mouth. Her face was heated and her eyes squeezed shut while sucking his fingers.
"How does this taste? Open your eyes," he ordered, as her chest rose up and down, clearly having a difficult time catching her breath.
"Good," Y/N whispered, her body relaxing against the cool wall behind her. She'd felt his absence as his thick, throbbing cock slid out, causing a shiver up her spine. Yet still, she somehow needed more.
A growl rumbled in Steve's chest as he removed his fingers, gazing down at the beautiful image before him. Seeing her like this, covered in a sheen of sweat, her legs trembling and barely able to stand, drove him wild.
In another flurry of motion, he lifted her off the ground once more, her arms and legs instantly wrapping around his body. With ease, he carried her across the living room before placing her gently on the plush couch. As he hovered over her, his muscular body emanating a cool chill, he whispered darkly in her ear, "It's time I fuck you senseless."
He didn't have time to savor or bask in this sight for much longer, as he plunged his still throbbing length right back into her dripping pussy, which was now sore due to his roughness from earlier. At this moment, he wanted to fill her, to feel her tight walls gripping him as he plowed into her at a desperate pace, their primal need overwhelming them.ย 
Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck as he pounded into her, almost at an inhuman speed. Y/N tilted her head back as she felt her walls clench around him, whimpering softly. She was so sensitive right now, her breath grew heavy as she squirmed underneath him. "Steve, it's too much. I...can't," she whined as she continued to sob, drunk on the feeling of him driving into her, deep in the way she liked best.
His whole body began to tremble with the force of his powerful thrusts, the couch shook under the pressure. The world outside melted away, their moans mingling and ringing throughout the house in a heated passion. "Yes, you can. You can take it. Show me how good you can be and cum, right here, all over my thick cock." Steve demanded, burying his head in the crook of her neck. The warmth emanating from her body provided comfort, soothing his constant hunger and thirst for her. He longed for these moments when their bodies became one, giving both of them the satisfaction they so desperately craved.
The feeling of him ramming into her was almost too much, her fingernails were digging into his flesh, trying to find anything to hold on to. It wasn't long until she could feel her body tense, her warm heat clenching around him again. "S-Steve, I'm close."
Not before much longer, she came undone all over him, the hot, sticky liquid squirting over his girth. His thrusts slowed down, helping her ride out her orgasm. Once her orgasm subsided, Steve grabbed Y/N's leg, putting it over his shoulder, allowing him more room to pump in and out of her soaked hole faster than before. She whimpered once more as the wet sensation overwhelmed whatever sense remained inside of her brain after such intense arousal.
The sight of her quivering beneath him, the small sounds of protest that slipped past her lips, only fueled his desire even more. "Steve, please. I can't take it any longer..." she pleaded, her fingers now running down his firm chest as the couch creaked beneath them. "Please...Let me - oh god." She knew her body was aching as he pounded into her, rubbing raw flesh which was now over-sensitized.
A smug smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he gazed down at her lustfully, a feral hunger evident in his eyes. The look on her face was priceless, an intoxicated grin spread across her face, lost in the moment. His eyes darkened as they raked over her body, the slight sheen of sweat glistening in the dimly lit room.
Her eyes closed, her chest heaved with every thrust, and the soft, yet shallow gasps from her made him question if she'd survive his harsh assault.
His jaw clenched, "Come now, don't pass out on me just yet," He growled in her ear, gripping her hip hard enough to leave a bruise, forcing her body against the leather couch.
Before his release was upon him, his whole body quaked, a surge of unmatched intensity struck him as an explosion of ecstasy ignited his entire being. White, hot semen poured into her with a rush of pure pleasure, his knees growing weak as he collapsed atop her spent form.
A moan caught in his throat, and for a moment everything fell silent, save for the rapid sound of Y/N's heartbeat pulsating beneath him. Her eyelashes fluttered open and for a few moments, she stared at him with adoration in her eyes before pulling him in for another sweet, kiss.
After a couple of minutes, he pulled away from her, her body quivered at the loss of contact. "Come on, baby." he murmured, rising to his feet and picking her up from the couch. "Let's get you all cleaned up and ready for bed."
At this moment, the small bathroom didn't seem far as he made his way up the stairs. All Y/N cared about right now, was him cleaning her. She rested her head against his broad chest, the beat of her heart was beginning to become steady once again.
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