#steve kemp x y/n

[imyourbratzdoll]

Hi firstly I love your work secondly I have a request about something like Lee cheating on reader hurting her bad eventually she moves on with Steve Kemp and one day Lee sees reader again he tries to win her back troubling a bit and Steve comes to comfort protect her and he scares Lee in unique way (we know what Kemp does for a living 😉)

hello, thank you! and I hope you like this!

summary - lee cheats on you which causes you to spend time finding yourself, leading you toward your new love steve kemp. what happens when the one who broke your heart finds you again?

warning - angst, cheating, violence, mentions of cannibalism.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by a deactivated again:(

No one ever prepared you for the pain of being cheated on, you thought that Lee was the one, having been together for five years. You had dreamt of the two of you getting married, being the perfect little housewife for him. You never expected to walk in on him balls deep inside his secretary, the very one he told you not to worry about. Everything was blurry after that, you could barely remember you storming out of his office, or that he didn’t even chase after you. You didn’t wait for him to come home, you immediately packed your things and left the house, letting him come home to an empty house. 

It had been two years since you had your heart broken and through those years you had managed to love yourself and find love again, even though your trust issues would spike at times. From time to time, you would get flashbacks of walking in on Lee, getting stabbing pains in your chest when you remember each painful detail of that day. You stare blankly ahead, lost in your thoughts with a coffee in your hand, you couldn’t hear as Steve calls for you.

“Sweetheart.” 

You remember walking in, dropping the freshly baked biscuits to the ground as you watched the love of your life fuck into his very young and pretty secretary that’s bent over the desk. You remember how his head turned and he just smirked at you, it felt as though your heart was being ripped out.

“Y/n!” You blink, feeling a burning sensation on your hand and your eyes move down, causing you to notice your recently bought coffee has now crumbled into your hand as the liquid flows out of it, burning your flesh. “Fuck, Honey. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Steve gently removes the ruined coffee from your hold and into the trash before he pulls you over to a bathroom and carefully cleans your hands. “Flashbacks again?” You nod, “I’m sorry, I forgot that, that particular pet name was what he used.” 

“It’s okay… It’s my fault.” You stare at him with wide eyes as he glares at you. 

“No it’s not, it’s never your fault!” He gently takes your face in his hands and places a soft kiss on your lips. 

Steve Kemp, what a dream he was. You had met him during a time where you were between loving yourself and finding love again. You had been walking past your local hospital and ran into him as he was coming out, gobsmacked as to how they hired such handsome doctors. You even blurted out asking if his looks distracted the other doctors from their job. He laughed, causing your mind to become fuzzy as you stared up at him dazedly. For the first time in a long time, you felt happy and through that happiness, you asked him out. Thankfully, he accepted and here you are, staring at the godlike man as he cleans the hot coffee from your hands.

“I love you…” He looks at you and smiles, bringing your hands up to his lips and kissing them softly.

“I love you, honey. Now, there won’t be any scars or damage. So are you ready to go? I can reorder a drink, maybe a cold one this time.” You smile, nodding and letting him help you down from the sink. Steve wraps his arm around you gently, leading you back out into the coffee shop and lines up to reorder an iced coffee. 

As you leave the coffee shop, waiting for Steve, your world begins to crash as you hear a familiar voice. “Well if it isn’t my little ol’ sweetheart!” Your eyes widen as you turn and stare at the chubby man making his way over to you. How the hell was this possible? He made it clear that he would never leave his hometown. “You’re a hard woman to find.” He stands in front of you, a smirk on his face. “Now, what do you say, baby. You come back home, this little spat of yours has gone on long enough.” Lee’s grubby hands reach forward and grip your arm, you didn’t know how you ever fell in love with him. 

“Get your hands off of me! We are over! Did that not go through your head when I left after I caught you fucking someone else?!” You struggle against his hold, looking behind you in hopes that Steve comes out soon. 

“Pfft, please. That wasn’t the first time and it won’t be the last, so now, Sweetheart. You are gonna shut your pretty mouth and come with me, and then, you will turn a blind eye whenever I go out with another woman. You hear?” 

“Well that isn’t happening.” Steve steps out, your iced coffee in his hand. He stares down the man, not flinching as Lee tries to intimidate him. “I suggest you let go of my girl.” He speaks slowly, but clearly. When Lee doesn’t let go, only tightening his hold on your arms, causing you to let out a whimper. With quick movement, Steve steps forward and grabs ahold of Lee’s wrist, gripping it and beginning to twist. His glare sharpens as Lee lets out grunts of pain. Steve leans forward and whispers, “If you touch, look, speak or even think of my girl again. I will cut you up into little pieces and serve you to your town.” Lee’s eyes widen and he immediately lets go and backs up, usually nothing would scare Lee, but the seriousness in Steve’s voice and eyes made him rethink everything. 

Steve’s arm wraps around you and he hands you your drink, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “Right, well. You aren’t worth this much trouble.” Lee clears his throat and quickly walks away, and you look up at Steve.

“Did you threaten to cut him up?” Steve looks down at you and smiles.

“Of course, and also you are worth it.” He winks at you and you shake your head with a smile.

“I mean… I wouldn’t stop you if you went through with it.”

And with those words, a plan began to form inside of Steve’s head. 

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Housewife » Steve Kemp

October 27th

Pairings: Steve Kemp x Reader

Summary: Steve keeps the reader as his housewife.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, unprotected sex, praise kink, housewife kink, breeding kink, pet names (honey, sweetheart)

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

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You were in the kitchen, about to start dinner when you heard the door open and close. You smiled when you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist from behind.

“Hi Stevie. How was work?” You asked, turning your head to kiss his cheek.

“Tiring, but I’m better now that I have you in my arms.” Steve says, kissing your neck softly.

You gasped when you felt his teeth bite down onto your skin, hard enough to leave a hickey behind. A tingling feeling shot through your body. One of Steve’s hands slid down your body, blindly finding the hem of your dress. His hand disappeared underneath your dress, only to find out that you weren’t wearing panties.

“No panties, huh?” He says.

“Mhmm no. I thought I’d make it easier for you when you got home.” You say, leaning your head back against his shoulder.

Steve’s middle and ring fingers rubbed in between your wet folds causing you to moan softly.

“You’re so wet. Is all of it for me?” He asks, kissing just below your ear.

“Yes!” You gasped. “Only you!” You moaned.

His fingers rubbed your clit in circles while his fingers on his other hand teased your entrance. Your eyes fluttered shut and your jaw dropped when you felt his fingers slid inside of your pussy.

“Steve!” You moaned.

Your hands gripped the edge of the kitchen counter to steady yourself.

“Such a good little wife for me.” Steve praises.

You moaned when he called you his wife.

“You like that, honey? You like it when I call you my wife?” He whispers in your ear.

“Yes!” You moaned.

His fingers moved faster on your clit and in your pussy. A loud moan left your lips when Steve slid a third finger inside of you, stretching you out. His fingers hit your sweet spot causing your to throw your head back against his shoulder. Steve placed kisses along the side of your neck, nipping on your skin hard enough to leave more hickeys behind. You felt your lower abdomen tighten, feeling your orgasm about to come crashing down on you. You held onto the kitchen counter for dear life when you felt your knees become weak.

“Stevie!” You moaned.

“Gonna cum, sweetheart?” He asks in almost a whisper.

“Mhmm yes!” You moaned.

“Cum for me, honey.” He says.

Within seconds your orgasm came crashing down on you. His name left your lips as you came on his fingers. His fingers fucked you through your orgasm, slowly coming to a stop. Steve pulled his fingers out of you and licked your juices off of his fingers, moaning at the taste.

Suddenly, he bent you over the kitchen counter and kicked your feet apart with his foot. He bunched your dress up above your hips. You bit your bottom lip when you heard the sound of his belt being unbuckled. Steve pulled down his jeans and boxers just enough for his hard cock to spring out, his tip leaking with precum. You gasped when you felt the tip of his cock in between your wet folds, bumping your sensitive clit.

“My wife deserves to be fucked, doesn’t she?” Steve says.

“Mhmm yes I do.” You hummed.

Steve slid his whole cock inside of you in one thrust. His hands gripped your hips, almost bruising and started thrusting. His thrusts were fast and hard, but also lovingly.

“I’ve been waiting for this all fucking day.” Steve groans, tilting his head back.

“Mhmm, me too.” You agreed while moaning.

The sound of skin slapping filled the kitchen. One of Steve’s hands left your hips and snaked down to your clit, rubbing it in fast circles. Your pussy clenched at the feeling of his fingers against your sensitive clit.

“I won’t last long if you keep doing that.” He moans.

His fingers moved faster on your clit causing you to move yourself back against him. Usually Steve would spank you for doing that, but he didn’t this time.

“So fucking desperate for my cock, aren’t ya, sweetheart?” He says with a smirk.

“Mhmm!” You hummed.

“So fucking desperate that you want me to cum inside of this tight little pussy so you’ll have my babies.” He says, almost darkly.

You moaned at his dirty words. You want that more than anything. You felt your second orgasm approaching you quickly. It was about to come crashing down on you once again.

“Stevie! I- fuck! I’m gonna cum!” You moaned.

“Cum for me, honey.” He says in almost a whisper.

A loud moan left your lips as you came for a second time. Steve wasn’t too far behind you. His cock twitched inside of you, nearing his orgasm.

“Shit! Gonna fill this pussy up till you’re full of me.” He pants.

“Yes please!” You moaned.

Your name fell from Steve’s lips as he came inside of you, painting your walls. He thrusted a few more times before coming to a slow stop. He leaned over you, trapping your body behind his body and the counter. Steve gently turned your head and kissed you passionately.

“I love you, my beautiful wife.” Steve says against your lips.

“I love you too, Stevie.” You say in almost a whisper.

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-Bucky’s Doll

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[highonmarvel]

Honest

Steve Kemp: Steve’s never lied to you. 18+ only!

Dub/Non Con Warning!

more content warnings here!

“I’m gonna keep you alive, for as long as I can.”

You would have scoffed if you were in less of a frantic state. Though it had only been two months, you had grown to trust Steve; he had never lied to you, and you thought he never would. You trusted him so much that had he not already lied to you, you would believe him now.

“I don’t believe you,” you say shakily, trying to stop your body from trembling as you pull against the chain cuffed to your right hand.

He crouches down, and you can feel his eyes on you, but you’re too preoccupied with fumbling with your restraint to meet his gaze, despite deep down knowing how useless your effort here would be.

“I’ve never lied to you,” he says.

“You said you were a vegetarian,” you snap through gritted teeth, as you try hard at tugging your hand free.

“I said I don’t eat animals.”

You briefly pause your efforts—so momentarily it may as well not count—running through your mind the red flags you should have caught—but they were never lies. You want to berate yourself for getting so caught up in his charm, but, in your defence, how were you supposed to know your boyfriend was a cannibal? Maybe you should have been more wary he was a kidnapper, but a cannibal?

“Yeah,” this time you do scoff, “Eats pussy, eats people, what’s the difference.”

His serenity juxtaposed with your anxious effort to get free are driving you madder by the second.

“Stop doing that,” he mutters, but you don’t stop, instead trying harder, pulling harder, hands trembling harder, heart thumping harder.

“STOP!” he yells, and it startles you enough to pull your left hand away. He stands, towering over you and blocking the light, like a dark cloud blocking the sun to cause a storm.

“No!” you scream at him as you kick away the sheets of the thin mattress onto the cold floor, “Don’t touch me!” you shriek, cowering further into the corner, pushing up hard against the wall, willing it to swallow you up, even collapse against you—just anything to get you away from him.

He holds his hands up and shrugs, still cool as ever, as you throw your head back against the wall, eyes closed and chin outward towards him, nose to the roof as you will yourself to just. Wake. Up. Because this can’t be real.

You scramble to stand up and attempt to dart past him—for what, you’re not sure, maybe the chain will break or something, doesn’t matter, you just have to try something.

His eyes widen but he easily sticks out an arm and you run into it. You bend over his outstretched arm and start screaming and kicking. He pulls you against his chest, one arm wrapped firmly around your waist and the other caging your chest, his hand in your hair.

“Stop, stop, stop,” he coos, “Calm down.”

And against your better judgement you do, you slowly stop fighting against him, because no matter what, his warm arms wrapped around you and the scent of his earthy cologne relax you, like you’re conditioned to. You close your eyes and hope when you open them you’ll be back in your bed, Steve’s strong arms around you, and you were only kicking because you had an awful nightmare, but it’s okay, because Steve’s got you.

You peel your eyes open and deflate in disappointment, met with the same dim orange light and cold room, Steve’s arms around you.

You feel really stupid that you pretty much just walked into your cage, maybe you would have felt better if he had snatched you off the side of the road, because that wouldn’t be your fault. This… this did feel like your fault.

“Steve, let me go,” you demand, still out of breath.

He drops your body onto the mattress and you groan as you look up at him again. You know you asked, but you feel colder without him. You want to say I meant let me out of here, but he holds up a finger to stop you when he sees you open your mouth.

“Now why would I let my favourite girl leave?”

You physically cringe at his words. In any other context that would have you blushing and lightly squeezing your thighs together, but now, you hear the word favourite and your mind wanders to how many women he’s said that to… how many women he’s done this to.

“Would have thought you treated your favourite a little better,” you snap, and immediately regret it when his eyes go dark and his face falls. You suppress a shudder, and when the corner of his mouth quirks up, you try uselessly to back away even further. His eyes remain dangerous and his lips beautifully coy, his gorgeous features morphing a juxtaposition that terrifies you.

“You know I can make you feel good,” he drawls, tone heated.

“Steve, don’t,” you breathe, disgusted, by him, and by yourself, for you feel that familiar heartbeat calling out to him. Your body defies you, responding on its own to his drop in octave as you watch him crouch down to you.

He lays down next to you and moves his hand to your waist, “And you know… maybe I want you for myself. I already know you taste sweet.”

He smiles and traces his fingers further down to your thigh and squeezes gently.

You can’t look away from him, fixated on his steel blue eyes, mouth slightly open and breathing uneven.

Slowly, he moves to hold himself up above you, neat brown waves falling forward as he stares down at you, hunger-filled eyes raking over you. You know that look; he wants to devour you.

But… maybe in a different context this time.

Your nerves scale up as he moves down and places his head between your thighs, pushing them apart.

“Steve, please stop,” you whisper as he settles.

“You’re soaked already,” he remarks, before running his middle finger down your clothed slit. You writhe and you can feel his amused exhale against your heat.

Though every brain cell is screaming this is wrong, you can’t help but crave his mouth on you, and you’re so caught up in the idea you don’t even notice he’s slipping your underwear off until he leaves a gentle kiss on your cunt and you gasp, hands immediately flying to grip his hair.

He smiles before his mouth latches onto you.

Your hips buck into his face before he steadies you, his hands smoothing over your thighs and slipping underneath them to get a better (but still gentle) grip on you, pulling you closer to him. You let out a sob at a particularly harsh suck he gives and he grins before dipping his tongue back in and swirling.

“Steve…” you whine, and you can’t even tell for what; for him to stop, for him to never stop, you don’t know. With every swirl, lick, suck, you can feel your resolve starting to melt away, mere minutes into discovering you’re his fucking captive.

“You taste so fucking good,” he grunts against you, his voice cracking as he struggles to keep his composure, just as lost in the taste of you as you are in the feel of him.

You’re close and he knows it, “Cum for me, sweetness, please,” he begs, sounding nearly desperate. And you do, with an arch of your back and a heavenly moan falling from your mouth, you cum into his mouth, tears stinging your vision as you grip tighter onto his locks before letting your hands fall away to push weakly as his shoulders.

“See?” he says as he raises his head. You manage to look down at him, his nose and lower face glistening, coated in you, “You just taste so fucking good… the rest of you’s gotta to be as heavenly too, honey.”

♯

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[the-iceni-bitch]

𝕴 𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉'𝖛𝖊 𝕶𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖎𝖙 𝖂𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖓'𝖙 𝖇𝖊 𝖄𝖔𝖚

𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝙺𝚎𝚖𝚙

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎.

𝚂𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 ~ 𝙰 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕'𝚜 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜.

𝚇𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚊 ~ 𝙰 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜.

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: that’s three in 24 hours, I am spoiling you bitches.

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.

“I’m already awake, Steve,” 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. “Why are you so late? What happened?”

“Do you really want to know?” 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. “Something bad kept me, so I did something bad to make it back to you, that’s enough. How do you always know it’s me?”

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.

“I just do,” you pushed the covers back once he was naked, gasping when he immediately crawled on top of you and pushed your legs apart. “You’re mine, I’d know you no matter what.”

“I still think one of these days you’re going to end up welcoming some bad man into your house just because you think it’s me.” He licked his fingers and reached between your thighs, biting his lip when he found you already wet and ready for him.

“Well there’s no one as bad as you, Steve,” you arched your back when he pushed two fingers inside you and curled them against the roof of your cunt. “Besides, you’re the only one with a key.”

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 didn’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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[wh0reforoldmen]

Fettered Attachments

Pairing: Softdark! Steve kemp X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cannibalism, illusions of imprisonment/forced captivity, manipulation, lil angst, fluff? Steve Kemp (We all know he’s a warning)

Word count:1.64k

Summary: Being Steve’s captive is one thing- but falling for him is another.

You sat against the wall, staring at the painting on the wall in a deep trance. It was a beautiful painting; the colours all blended together delicately, the pinks and blues in a perfect gradient. You wonder where Steve got this from. You shuffled on your mattress while the chains keeping you bound to the floor clinked together and snapped out of your head due to the sudden noise. You looked out the door and sighed, seeing no sign of Steve. 

You didn’t believe yourself when you said that you missed him. You're going to die from the loneliness and boredom you're experiencing. Penny doesn't talk to you, and the other girls have gone to their own worlds, somewhere less tortuous than this hell hole. You must miss your social interactions with him because he is the only person you talk to in this hell and the only person who... cares about you. 

Penny stated that she doesn't care about you. The others don’t care. Steve said multiple times that no one cares about you as much as he does... Maybe that’s true; maybe he's the only person in the world who cares about you. 

You stare at the door like a lost puppy waiting for its owner to come back home; you want to be held by him, his touch is always so soft; he treats you like a piece of china, if he moves you too roughly, you’ll break. No one has ever treated you like that before, and you yearn for it; you need it. 

You couldn't express how happy you were to see his handsome face; you adored his eyes, they were your favourite feature of him. They were a beautiful steel blue with such softness towards you, the way they would light up every time he saw you; his smile was what stole your heart; it was so sweet and cute; he didn't have chubby cheeks, but you just wanted to squish his face.

“Hey, bunny. I'm going to check on the others, and I'll get back to you, okay?" He said with a smile. He walked out of your sight, and you waited patiently. You missed the sinister look in his smile as he noticed how much joy was in your eyes when you saw him.  

It didn’t take long for him to come back and open the door and walk in, you could’ve tackled him into a hug if it wasn't for these chains. He walked over, and you shuffled out of the way, letting him lead on the wall while you straddled his lap and rested your head on his shoulder. You buried your head in the crook of his neck, taking in his cologne. Spicy wood and a bit of cinnamon—it suits him, and you like it. 

His arms wrapped around your waist while a hand was placed on the small of your back. “Missed you, bunny,” he said, breaking the silence. He truly did, and it was unusual for him; none of his victims had ever made him feel this way before; he couldn't be away from you for long or he'd go insane! Your sweet smile and the way your eyes light up when you see him make his heart flutter. So he’s made an oath to himself: he will never let you go, he will never hurt you, and he won’t do anything to make you scared of him. He’ll treat you like no one has ever treated you before.

“Missed you too, Stevie... Where’d you go? You were gone for days!” you ask, sitting up and looking at him. You were worried sick about him, you had no idea where he had gone (which you never do, but this time was different), you were bored out of your mind, and you were hungry. 

“I had to do something with old friends of mine, nothing for your cute little head to worry about.” He dismissed. 

"Are you hungry?" he asked as he turned to face you. “I can cook something for you,”

With no hesitation and no thought of how wrong this is, you nodded with a smile and asked, “Can I come with you too?” You pause for a moment before asking. You want to see him cook; it must be fun since you always hear 80s pop songs blasting from the kitchen. 

He chuckled at how eager you were to come with him, but this is going a bit too quickly, he doesn't want to scare you away. "Sorry, bunny, but you have to stay down here. But I promise, I will let you watch next time, and maybe we can cook together," he suggested. 

You have to admit that you were a little disappointed, but next time could be ages away. You didn’t want to argue, so you nodded, “Alright.” You had a slight disappointment in your voice before you got off his lap and sat back on the mattress. Steve chuckled and planted a kiss on your forehead before he got up and walked back upstairs. 

You don’t know how long it’s been, but it’s been a long time since Steve went upstairs, and you were getting more and more impatient as the time went by, your stomach growling with need more regularly. You grumbled to yourself, telling Steve to hurry up. 

Soon enough, he came back with a plastic tray with a meal, a side, and a glass of water. "Sorry, bunny, it took so long,” Steve said apologetically as he walked into the room and placed the tray in front of you “Was doing some other things while cooking,”

You smiled as you looked down at the food; it smelled amazing, and you know one thing about his food: it was all homemade, nothing is from a tin or anything, it was all from scratch. You had to guess two pork ribs, which looked amazing with the bbq sauce drizzled all over them, and the side of the plate, which had some potatoes and some vegetables. You picked up the knife and fork and gladly dug in, Steve watching you with intense eyes as you cut up the ribs and placed the meat into your mouth, watching your mouth move while you chewed. 

Your eyes went wide with how much flavour there was; you’ve had his food plenty of times, but you always seem to forget that he is an excellent chef with how seasoned it is. Not just salt and pepper, there's more you've probably never heard of.

Steve saw the look in your eye and smiled to himself. “Like it? It's a new recipe, wanted to try it,” he asked, leaning back against the wall. 

You looked up at him and nodded with a smile before digging back in. You didn’t let any go to waste; you just ate and ate till there was nothing left on the plate but the bones of the ribs. 

 Steve watched your every move, he was shocked, to say the least, that you didn’t realise that those weren't pork bones, but he wasn't going to spoil your meal. 

“Thank you, Steve,” you say, looking up at him with a smile. 

He shook his head, moved the tray to one side, and shuffled over to you, placing you in his lap again, your back against his chest, sitting between his legs. You both sat there in silence for a while before you decided to break it. “Steve, remember when you said that you were the only person who actually cared for me?” You inquire, looking up at him with interest. 

“Yeah, what about it, bunny?” He replied, looking down at you, perplexed. What were you getting at?

“Did you really mean it? My friends are looking for me, aren't they?” You inquire, sitting up slightly and recalling your friends in your memory, how much fun you guys had and how they cared about you. They're looking, aren't they?

“Oh, Bunny. Your friends were... not the nicest of people; remember how they controlled you? They said not to follow me here because I was odd, remember? And they aren't looking for you because, as I said and as you repeated, I am the only one who actually cares for you.” He said this while cupping your face and wiping the tears from your cheeks. “They don’t know you like I know you, they never knew the real you, did they? But I do, I know you, Bunny”

“If you want to push me away if you want me to go, I’m not going anywhere, I want you, and I love you, bunny." He confessed without exactly realising it, he was just saying what he wanted to say for so long “I know you’ve tried to run away, you make make mistakes, but that’s okay, we can work on that, you can make mistakes around me, we can work on that,” 

You looked at him with wide eyes, did he just say that he loves you? He loves you. You can be yourself around him, and he won't judge you. Your friends never said it, but you could tell they wanted you to be quiet... Maybe he’s right, maybe he is the only person who cares for you. No, he does care for you, and he said it. He loves you, and you think you love him too. 

Steve stoked your cheeks as you processed everything he had just said, and you broke down, feeling as if the walls around you had crumbled and you could just... do whatever you wanted. 

His attention was drawn to your lips, soft lips, before returning to your eyes. You leaned in and softly pressed your lips against his as if you had just read his mind. 

Something in both of you felt completed as if a chapter in a book had just ended and a new one was about to begin. Maybe life here isn’t going to be so bad for you after all.

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[sgt-seabass]

hi! can i request steve kemp where reader lashes out during dinner one day? then he gets angry because he was being merciful lately and puts reader in their place. maybe he grips the readers jaw while he yells at them because i’m a whore for that 😩

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✧˚ · .  𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺.

pairing — steve kemp x little!reader w/c — 1.3k this is a dark fic. 18+ only. warnings — little!reader, dd/lg elements, violence towards stuffies, implied kidnapping, referenced murder, threats, degradation, pet names (sunflower), minor violence against reader, blood play, cannibalism, yelling a/n — omg thank you so much for this ask. i love it. i don't see steve as the type to yell when he's angry (unless you bite his dick or smth) so i hope you like the way i went with this. not beta read. i hope you enjoy!

It’s not like Steve wanted to hurt you.

He had plenty of other outlets for his violent tendencies, but you were meant to be something relaxing for him.

And when you weren’t, it could easily send him into a rage.

The thing about Steve was that his wrath didn’t present as outward anger. He never raised his voice. He was rough with you physically, but his demeanour remained scarily calm, and he was always plotting his moves one step ahead of you.

You were his predictable sunflower, after all.

Cute. But oh so dumb at times.

This evening, Steve knew he’d have an issue on his hands the moment he got you from your cell, a defiant look in your eye that spelt trouble with a capital T. Even in your little space, a term Steve had learnt, you had your moments of fighting. You never were a big talker, but Steve could read your behaviours like a book.

His victims always had a hard time adapting. The thing was, you were holding onto your life while they lay in pieces in Steve’s cold storage.

With your dress flouncing with each step, a teddy hanging from your hand and Steve holding your other, you were brought to an immaculately set dining room table. The presentation of candles, flowers and shining silverware was romantic, but given the circumstances, Steve could tell your heart wasn’t in it. Your eyes didn’t light up for him, instead, they were filled with unshed tears.

It was insulting. He’d gone to all this effort just for you.

“I want to go home… Daddy, please let me go home.” You sniffled, clutching at your bear. He was missing a leg. Mr Bear had lost his limb when you misbehaved last week. He’d be a stump at this stage with your attitude.

“Stop being silly. Sit down.” Steve pressed down on your shoulders, forcing you into the wooden seat.

You sat stiffly, but Steve brushed it off. Once you tried the food, perhaps your mood would improve.

Steve watched from the kitchen counter as you shuffled Mr Bear to sit in your lap. He hadn’t bargained on a third wheel, but you’d grown attached to the stuffie since he brought it home from the hospital gift shop. You listened better with little friends, so Steve took the small win.

With a hum, Steve moved around the kitchen, plating your amatriciana pasta in pretty swirls. He could feel your beady eyes observing him, making him smile.

You were curious, always watching him. Steve appreciated your inquisitive nature because it meant you were interested in him. His little sunflower likes to watch.

Steve brought the pasta to the table, your eyes turning to the dish once it was placed down. Your lips pursed, fingers digging into your bear.

Did you know? Surely, there would be no way you could tell the difference just from the look. Steve sat down next to you, his own plate mirroring yours.

“Don’t let it get cold,” Steve commented, swirling the pasta around his fork before taking a big bite. “It’s delicious. I made it just for you.”

Nervously, you picked up your fork with little teddy bears engraved in it, picking at the pasta sauce. You were moving the bits of meat away.

Steve frowned, placing his hand over your wrist. “Don’t be rude and pick at your food.”

“What is it?” You questioned as you moved away the little shreds of pink meat.

“Pancetta. It’s pork,” Steve lied. The pancetta was actually called Laura.

You’d never eaten Steve’s desired cuisine before, so he wanted to start you on something small.

You turned your nose up. Steve’s eyes narrowed. You had better intuition than he had given you credit for.

“Eat the pasta, sunflower. This is your first and only warning.” Steve’s voice had lost its usual nonchalant tone. He wasn’t fucking around anymore.

“I’m not hungry,” you muttered, and Steve scoffed. He’d purposely not fed you all day so you’d be hungry, so he knew you were bluffing.

It seemed you were growing bolder in saying no to him, and Steve hated it. The broken angel he found on your first night in your cell was growing her wings back. And it was time for your feathers to be clipped— No. Snapped off.

Steve sat back in his chair, considering you. If a gentle approach wasn’t going to work, well, maybe he just needed to scare the shit out of you. It seems to work on his other victims just fine. He wasn’t even that mad, more irritated. But if he needed to act angry, he could do that.

“Right.” Steve tilted his neck, letting his bones pop to release the rising tension in his body. Your frame shook at the sound. If you wouldn’t obey him, he would have to take the alternate route.

Steve would worm his way into your head, turning your mind into his possession, not something you could control of your own volition. But first, you needed to be vulnerable.

There was an almighty whack when Steve grabbed your head and slammed your forehead into the table, not even a gasp leaving you with how little time you had to react. A split opened on your hairline instantly, blood trickling down your face and dripping onto your bear.

“Do you think I’m fucking around, huh?! When I tell you to do something, you fucking do it!” Steve gripped your face tightly between his fingers, his spit hitting your face as he yelled at you.

Your tears quickly began flowing, and Steve thought it was the prettiest sight he’d ever seen. With the deep red ichor sliding down your face, and your tears mixing in, it was a sight to behold.

Beautiful.

“Do you want to die? Because when you don’t fucking listen, you push me closer and closer to the fucking edge,” Steve growled, and you quickly shook your head with a sob.

“I— I don’t want to die!” You cried, and Steve pulled your face closer to his.

“Then listen to me, you dumb useless baby. You’re making me regret keeping you. I cooked this meal for you, and you’re going to eat it, or I will shove it down your throat myself.”

You let out a mighty wail, shaking with fear as Steve held you so tight there would be bruises left on your skin.

Steve had got precisely what he wanted. You hooked on his fishing line, ready for the slaughter. But instead of gutting you and selling you to the highest bidder, Steve wanted to keep you in a tank away from all the other fish.

Steve let you go, shoving your face away and ignoring your whimpers. He ripped the bear from your grip, putting it on a spare chair away from you. You couldn’t even bring yourself to ask for it back in your scared state, your bottom lip trembling miserably.

“Poor Mr Bear, always bearing the consequences of your actions,” Steve taunted, loading up your fork with food and bringing it to your mouth. The ‘pork’ (Laura) flecks stood out of the red sauce, and Steve could see the way you hesitated.

“Open that pretty mouth for me, sunflower, or Mr Bear loses an arm.”

That seemed to be all the extra pressure you needed, your head still bleeding as you leaned forward and took the food into your mouth.

You scrunched your eyes closed, Steve raising a brow. Were you expecting a horrible taste?

Confusion flooded your features as you chewed, and Steve patted your cheek. “It’s not bad, is it?”

“It’s… It’s nice...” You said with astonishment, and when Steve brought another forkful to your mouth, you didn’t hesitate to eat it.

Steve smiled.

His little sunflower was growing up.

Steve filled his fork with pasta, before swiping his finger through your blood and smearing your crimson across his food. You watched, mesmerised, as Steve ate his tainted food with a satisfied moan. “Mm, divine. See? Date night isn’t so bad, is it?”

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[thebluemage]

Marking What’s His

Pairing | Doctor!Steve Kemp x female reader

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

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

Word Count | 2650

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

Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your eyes go wide at his statement.

“What? That’s unfair!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His eyes darken at your words. 

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

“8.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you, Steve,” you sigh thankfully.

“What for?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[nickfowlerrr]

happy birthday

pairing: steve kemp x curvy!reader

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

words: 2.2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The date couldn’t be right.

It was your birthday?

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

That night didn’t end well.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Steve,” you mewled quietly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

part three

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[thevillainswhore]

A Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing

Pairing: Dark!Steve Kemp x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: It was an art - one that took many years and many sacrifices to perfect, and Steve had managed to become a master at it. There was just one thing he would not fully commit to sacrificing, at least not the important parts that kept life essence flowing: you.

Warnings: THIS IS A DARK FIC - PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS - dead dove, kidnapping, mentions of smut (p in v), fingering and oral (fem receiving), implied non-con, degradation, restraints, physical abuse (face slapping), cannibalism (it’s Steve kemp what did you expect?), force feeding, hints of Stockholm syndrome?

A/N: Unbeta’d | dividers created by @rookthorne thank you for also helping me with the summary my love 🥰 | this oneshot was inspired by the lovely @smutconnoisseur who made me this absolutely stunning moodboard 😭 I just knew I had to write something as soon as I saw it. Thank you so much sweetie, loves you the most 🥹

“Let me go, you fucking psycho!”

Steve merely kept on humming to himself, happily slicing the meat in front of him into finely cut pieces. It took severe attention to detail to finesse the glide of the knife just right, cutting through as smooth as butter.

It had taken quite a long time to get his craft on the line of perfection - years in the making - and now that he’d finally mastered the art, it was as easy as riding a bike. The rush of adrenaline spiking his nerves gave him a hit unlike anything else in his life. This was what he was meant for. He’d wasted so much time not giving in before.

Wooden screeching against the floor snapped him out of his inner musings, eyes lifting up to see you fidgeting in your chair - presumably trying to escape, but the chains attached to your feet would keep you rooted.

Steve couldn’t help but notice how the glow of the candlelight surrounding you on the dinner table highlighted the beauty in the features of your face. Sunset orange dancing among the shadows, defining your cheekbones and your shoulders decorated in the straps of a pretty dress.

You were so beautiful. Perfect for him.

Placing the meat onto a skillet to cook, Steve wiped his hands and rounded the corner of the kitchen island to join you, the sudden bravado you had earlier evaporating while terror took over your body. His cock shouldn’t have gotten hard seeing the tears gathering on your lash line, but those glassy eyes reminded him of a deer in fright, ready to run. And fuck, would he love the chase.

“Bambi… join me.”

It was haunting, the kind smile Steve let loose as he held out his hand to you after arriving by your side. No wasn’t an answer, and you did well to stand up on your shaky legs - from still recovering or fear, he wasn’t sure - quietly proud of you either way.

Flashbacks of you clumsily tripping over the bed to go relieve yourself on the toilet crossed his mind as he brought you to the middle of the living room. After fucking you three times in one night, leaving you screaming his name and begging for more each time, he couldn’t help be prideful watching you stumble your way out of the room. Just like a doe learning to walk for the first time.

Of course, the chains rattling with each step you took while limping weren’t part of the memory. The heavy breaths were familiar though, smirk crawling onto his face as he imagined your adorable squeaks while he ate your cunt like he was man starved.

Once Steve had directed you into the middle of the living room rug, he brought you closer to him, slipping his arm over your waist as you flinched, and grabbing your other hand to hold as he began to slowly dance. He was thoughtful enough to keep his steps light and be extra careful with you.

Deciding it was too much of a distraction for you a long time ago, Steve had decided to forego music in the house - it let your mind switch off and he wanted your brain alert… in the present. Solely on him and every move he made. So, he graced you with his singing voice instead, whispering the lyrics to ‘Restless Heart’ in your ear.

Steve felt the shaking of your chest before your uncontrollable sobs cut through his singing. He’d be offended had he no clue how scared his Bambi was.

“What’s wrong, Bambi? Huh? Don’t you like it here with me?”

“I w-want to go h-home.” You stuttered.

Steve sighed and lifted your head up with his palms, kissing your forehead and leaning down to your watery eyeline to speak to you directly.

“Oh, baby…” his condescending tone gave away his faux concern for you, “you know I can’t let you do that.”

You began to heave, breaths coming in fast and heavy with panic - Steve almost felt a crack in his heart. Almost.

Truth be told, Steve knew you were it for him. Ever since he first saw you from the corner of his eye walking down the fruit and vegetable aisle, he’d been bewitched.

Youthful, tight skin, good looking.

You ticked all the boxes for him… and the rest of his client base.

He’d caught other women before - gorgeous, just the right amount of meat on their thighs to keep the buyers happy.

They were good. However, they didn’t compare to you.

Normally, Steve would be excited to find new prey. The cat and mouse play of picking out women to cut up and sell. But, you were different. Steve wanted you all for himself.

See, you weren’t just a pretty face, you were witty, funny, intelligent - maybe not smart enough to see what was coming, but he didn’t hold that against you, he was just too conniving after all.

And those goddamn dates he took you on, paving the path for his plan to come to fruition, when he found himself enjoying your company. Steve wanted to spend all of his time with you, willingly.

That was when he decided he didn’t want to go along with his usual plans. Instead, he wanted to date you. See where this relationship could go.

So, he took you to his house tucked away in a secluded area - the excuse of wanting a weekend without the modern world bothering you in disguise of your questioning to the lack of signal or Wi-Fi.

Honestly, he didn’t initially plan to drug you. The opportunity just… sprung onto him. Too tempting to not listen to his base instincts and ignore the spiked wine hidden in the alcohol cabinet.

A voice in the back of his head told him he shouldn’t be doing that, he vividly remembered it. The urge to get a kick out of his charades with someone as good as you overpowered it, though.

Steve wasn’t proud of himself afterwards, but how could he be blamed? He’d worked out a successful routine before he stumbled on you. Wooing girls fitting his mental meat quality checklist and eventually luring them into his second home. It was only natural to follow his instincts, what he’d made of himself.

You especially weren’t happy when you found yourself on his home operating table, opening your eyes to realise your boyfriend was taking your ass.

Weirdly, he didn’t find guilt in the thrill he took from that - that seemed to sicken you the most. He remembered how you lunged for him, screaming about the insanity of his pleasures when you woke up after the surgery to find him sitting in your caged prison. Cutting into your delicate skin to watch the stream of blood flow down your rump to then hearing him laughing to himself as he showed you the flesh stolen away from your body had your head spinning - dangling it from his fingers in front of your face.

It wasn’t too long after that you passed out from overexertion. If only you knew the way he used you to take care of himself after that.

It may have been confusing to understand, but Steve genuinely thought the world of you. Those few months of dating spent together changed his mind on whether he’d find a companion ever again.

Finding love alongside Steve’s hobby had been difficult to put it lightly. His first wife knew of his side activities coinciding with his doctoral career. That was why he settled being with her, someone who was accepting of who he was. But, although she may have put up with what he was doing, she didn’t initiate that spark within Steve - that buried, deep seated fire that begged to be set free. Steve wanted to be seen, to be loved in his entirety.

There was no shame in that.

That was what led to the downfall of his marriage, Steve was no longer interested in the farce of keeping up appearances with a woman who didn’t truly understand him. Which is why she had to go. Just divorcing wasn’t an option, she knew too much.

Then came along you. His pretty doe, who captured his heart from a glance.

As your hysteria whittled on, Steve hugged you tight to his chest.

He’d kept you here for a month in total now. Four glorious weeks of spending time with you alone, bonding together. Your feistiness only made his cock grow in his slacks whenever you put up a fight.

His little doe didn’t put out easy - just how he liked it.

As your tears continued to soak his dress shirt further, he shushed your cries, keeping you close and he swayed side to side in comfort.

The beeping of the oven hob, interrupted Steve’s attempt at soothing you. The meat was cooked and it was time to plate up the dinner he’d made for the two of you.

Bringing you away from his chest, Steve smoothed your hair behind your ears, wiping his thumbs under your swollen eyes to get rid of your tears. Holding your arm, he again directed you back towards the table to sit down, clamped your hands back into the cuffs attached before walking towards the kitchen.

Peaking over, Steve noticed you had calmed down and collected yourself by the time he was adding the peppermint sauce over the mashed potatoes and meat.

He had high hopes on your opinion of his cooking, what you thought mattered to him, believe it or not. It was his real passion beside becoming a plastic surgeon, and he wanted you of all people to like it.

Gracefully, Steve walked on over with his finished plates and set one on each placemat. Your head was bowed, eyes set on the meal set in front of you.

“What is it?”

Your mousy voice spoke up and had Steve looking down at you, lifting your chin up with two fingers so he could see your face.

“Your favourite, sweetheart. Steak and mashed potato.”

A shudder racked through your body as Steve smirked, dropping your face and grabbing the large napkin to fan out over your thighs. He smoothed the material over your legs and traced the tips of his fingers along your bare skin. The sight of you inching away didn’t sit well with Steve, pinching you to hear that familiar yelp he loved so much.

He began to get settled in his seat, combing his styled hair back with his fingers before beginning to cut up the meat on his plate.

“You remember our dinner date don't you, baby? You ordered the exact same thing when the waiter asked. Poor boy couldn’t keep his eyes to himself when I made you speak as I fucked you with my fingers.”

Steve knows you didn’t want him to hear the gasp that couldn’t be kept in. Adorable. You were still so shy around him.

But he didn’t appreciate how long your silence lingered, looking up to see you still staring down at your food, untouched.

The knife clashing down on the plate made you jump in your seat. You didn’t want to eat, no bother. Steve would help you.

Stabbing a cut of meat with his fork, Steve carefully leaned over the table to hold the steak up to your mouth for you to take a bite.

“Open up, my little doe.”

Steve saw your mouth opening up, happy to see you were cooperating with his request. You were finally making progress. Only for you to suddenly move your head to the side as he got close and bite down onto his hand, hard.

The fury built up in Steve as he snatched his hand away, fork scattering onto the table as he released it. In instant retaliation, Steve backhanded you across the face, sending your head whipping over to the side as blood spurted out your mouth.

“Bad girl.”

Blood from the force of his hit trickled down the corner of your mouth. You hadn’t moved from your spot for a second before Steve grabbed the front of your neck, bringing you closer over the table and ignoring your squeak of pain.

“Now, eat what I so graciously cooked you before I fucking force it down your throat.” His spit from the anger of his voice shot out onto your face. Steve shoved you back before slumping into his own seat once again.

His hot and cold nature always had you on edge, but you were used to it by now. Is that what he really deserved after being so thoughtful to you?

Steve observed you closely. Watching your every move should you try something like that again. Only would you get away with something like that once.

You picked up the fork dropped, meat still intact on the silverware and inspected it thoroughly. He knew you were looking for hints of poison or something that indicated he’d drugged you. He threatened it enough times for you to be wary.

He wasn’t sure what you would have preferred once you found out.

Opening your mouth, you placed the meat tenderly onto your tongue and closed to begin eating.

Steve waited until you had swallowed. Intently watching you chew before you were finished with your bite. He gave it a second before sitting back up, taking the fork from you and stabbing another piece, ready to start his meal.

Not before letting you in on his secret ingredient. “I always said you tasted good, didn’t I, Bambi?”

Cold dread visibly washed over your face as you went deadly quiet. Your hands began to abnormally shake. Steve just sat there and watched as your body went into emotional turmoil.

There wasn’t much you could have done, chained to the table, hyperventilating. It wasn’t even as if you could have stuck your fingers down your throat to throw it back up, fingers too far out of reach to even try. It didn’t stop you from dry heaving over the side of the table, retching loudly.

Eventually, the panic your body sent you in, along with your howling cries from despair allowed you to get worked up enough to throw up. Regurgitated meat mixed with bile landing on the carpet as Steve carried on eating - unfazed.

It took you a while for your body to finally relax, for your mind to comprehend what Steve just made you do. Sweat dripped down your face as you forced your body back upright, too weak to fully keep your eyes open as you hoarsely spoke.

“Why are you doing this?”

You looked defeated, body slumped with dark circles under your eyes, shivering like Steve hadn’t cranked the heating up.

Steve wiped his mouth. He understood you were an acquired taste, not for the lightheaded - you’d get used to it eventually though. He thought you were delicious, cleaning up his plate entirely.

He looked directly into your eyes after he finished eating, voice devoid of emotion. “Isn’t it obvious? I love you.”

Your reply is instant “No, you don’t.”

Darkness blackered his pupils. Body still and uptight as he went still. Steve pushed his plate away and leaned his forearms onto the table, never stopping staring as you squirmed in your seat.

“Don’t you ever question my love for you again. Do you hear me?”

You swallowed the presumed lump in your throat.

Steve couldn’t understand how you didn’t know how much he cared for you. You were here, eating in his dining room. He’d sacrificed customer sales by keeping you to himself. He loved you. You’d understand one day though. He’d make sure of it.

“Give it time, Bambi. I know you’ll learn to love me back.”

“And if I don’t?” There was one last inch of life in your eyes, a thin thread of hope holding on for dear life. Steve could see it clear as day, the embers in your irises dying out with each moment he took to answer.

He knew he had you then, the gut punch of his response blowing out the flame once and for all.

“Funny… you think you have a choice.”

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[eloquentreverie]

𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔

pairing: vampire!steve kemp x human!female reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.1k +

warnings: blood kink, mentions of blood, blood drinking, p in v sex, porn without a plot. soft sex that turns rough, overstimulation. implied sub/dom dynamics. 18+ content.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Steve comes home late and hungry for you.

a/n: i've had this in my drafts for a while and i'm finally posting it! this was my first time writing for steve so as always, please be kind!

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | Read on AO3

Y/N remembers the first time Steve fed from her.

The wave of pain that rushed through her veins, followed by a wave an induced euphoria, was an all-time high she'd never really experienced before. He was very patient with her, reassuring her it wouldn't be as bad as she thought it'd be.

Steve was the opposite of what anyone would assume a vampire would be. He wasn't greedy and didn't use any persuasion on her. Y/N had been enamored by him ever since she found out his secret, so it was no surprise to Steve that she'd be so willing. After he was done, he pecked her cheek and whispered, "Good girl. You think you can do that again for me?" Y/N nodded in response.

Today, when evening rolled around, Steve plops down on the leather couch, arms sprawled across the edge of the loveseat. Despite being incapable of getting tired, work had been extremely stressful today. He'd been booked solid with multiple surgeries, and he had to do it all with a fake smile while ignoring the temptation to go snatch a blood bag or two. He'd been waiting for this moment with her, and so had she.

His lips form into a small grin as he hears her enter the room, finger curling and beckoning her over to him. "Come here, baby girl. I need you."

Y/N giggled when she saw him lounging on the couch. As he beckoned her over, she ran toward the couch in the living room before straddling his lap. "God, I missed you baby." she sighed, her lips immediately finding his as she kissed him softly. She was only wearing a graphic t-shirt, which only reached the top of her thighs. The hem of her shirt rose slightly as she moved against his lap.

Steve's hunger was a raging fire, demanding to be quenched as Y/N straddled his lap, her soft lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. He reciprocated eagerly, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer to him. As he deepened the kiss, the taste of her intoxicated him.

Breaking the kiss, he smirked up at her, his dark eyes filled with hunger and desire. "Mmm, you have no idea how delicious you look, babe," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. His hands trailed up her bare thighs, gripping her hips firmly as he felt the hem of her shirt rise. He loved the way she teased him, the way she indulged in her own desires, knowing how it drove him wild.

His lips trailed down her neck, nipping and sucking on her sensitive skin, leaving teasing marks. His hands moved to graze over her ass, squeezing it firmly before giving it a playful smack. "You've been a naughty girl, haven't you? Touching yourself while I was away," he growled, his voice laced with possessiveness and desire. He wanted to devour her in every possible way, to take her to new heights of pleasure.

Steve's hunger and desire were reaching their peak, but he had more in mind than just feeding. He wanted to satisfy all their cravings. "Tell me, baby. Are you ready to be filled... in more ways than one?" he murmured, his voice dripping with sinful promise.

Her eyes shot open when he squeezed her bottom, a smirk tugging at her lips when he smacked it. "Mmm. Have I?" she asked with a playful, teasing tone. "How would you know?" Her eyes drifted to his lips, craving more of him already. She leaned in, pressing her forehead against his own. "Yes. I'm more than ready, Steve. I know you're hungry for me," she purred, her finger running down his chest.

A low growl rumbled in his chest as her finger trailed over the fabric of his hospital scrubs, reigniting his hunger and desire. "Oh, trust me, baby, I always know," he replied, his voice dripping with authority and desire. The hunger within him consumed him, but he wanted to savor this moment, to truly relish in the pleasure they were about to experience.

With a swift motion, he lifted her off his lap and carried her toward the nearby staircase, placing her down gently on the first step, her back pressing against the wooden steps. His eyes bore into hers, the hunger and passion swirling within them like a tempestuous storm. He slowly lowered himself down, his lips grazing over her collarbone, his tongue dancing along her skin.

"Tonight, I will indulge in your every want and need," he whispered seductively against her ear, his fingers tracing teasing patterns along her thighs. His grip tightened slightly, a hint of his strength showing, as he parted her legs and settled between them. His hands trailed upward, his fingertips lightly brushing against her clit, his touch tantalizingly soft.

Steve's mouth captured hers in a deep, demanding kiss as his fingers began to explore her wet, aching cunt. His tongue skillfully danced with hers, their mouths locked in a heated battle. His fingers dipped lower, sliding easily between her slit, exploring her folds with expert precision. He teased her entrance, dipping a single digit inside before withdrawing, teasing her relentlessly.

While his hands pleasured her, his fangs grazed over her neck, his lips occasionally brushing against her skin, threatening to sink into her flesh. He wanted to taste her, to feed on her in the most intimate way possible. But for now, he wanted to push her to the brink of desire, to make her beg for release.

As his fingers worked their magic, he felt her walls clenching around them, a testament to her growing arousal. He knew she was ready, and with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he withdrew his hand and brought his fingers to his lips, licking them clean with a low growl of satisfaction. "Mmm, you taste exquisite, Y/N," he murmured, his voice laced with desire. "But now, it's time for me to satisfy my own hunger."

When he pulled away, his fangs now grazing over her pulse point once more, her breath hitched. Her nipples hardened underneath the thin fabric of her shirt as his fingers glided in and out of her, teasing her soaked center. "Steve, please. I need you." she whimpers, grabbing hold of his shoulder for support, her breathing growing heavy by the minute.

"Don't tease me..." she begged, trailing her hand down his arm, her inner walls now clenching around nothing.

Steve's eyes darkened with desire as she pleaded for him, her voice filled with need and desperation. Her body was aching to be filled, and he intended to grant her wishes soon, but not before he indulged in his own desires.

He couldn't resist her pout, the way her lips formed that irresistible shape. Chuckling lowly, he leaned in, pressing his lips against hers once again, devouring her in a hungry and possessive kiss. His hand traveled down her body, slipping under her shirt and teasingly grazing over her hardened nipples. He toyed with them, rolling them between his fingers, eliciting moans of pleasure from her.

But he couldn't ignore the pulsating hunger within him any longer. Redirecting his attention, he trailed kisses down her neck, his fangs gently nipping at her skin, leaving small marks in their wake. The scent of her arousal filled the air, intoxicating him with its sweetness. His tongue teasingly licking and sucking on her supple skin. He could practically feel her pulse, tempting him even more. 

His fangs extended, sinking into her flesh as her essence pooled into his mouth. The crimson liquid coated his lips, causing him to hum in satisfaction. Her blood always tasted so sweet when she was like this, her desire urging him on. His palm squeezed her breast harder, relishing in the sound of her breathless moans.

That familiar wave of euphoria crashed over her, pain mixing in with the pleasure as he continued to drink from her.

His fingers found their way back to her throbbing core, this time plunging deep inside her without hesitation. He relished in the slickness, the warmth of her tight walls gripping his fingers, urging him further. His thumb circled her swollen clit, applying just enough pressure to send waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

With a growl of satisfaction, he withdrew his fingers once again, leaving her wanting and empty. He needed to taste her, to feel her on his tongue. Leaning down, he pressed his lips against her inner thigh, placing wet, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive flesh. His tongue teased the tender skin, drawing closer and closer to her dripping wetness.

But he couldn't resist the temptation any longer. Resisting the urge to prolong the moment further, he finally buried his face between her legs, his tongue expertly finding her clit. He flicked, licked, and sucked on the sensitive bud, his hands gripping her thighs to hold her in place. The sounds of her moans and whimpers fueled his desire, and he devoured her with an insatiable hunger.

As he continued his assault, he could feel her walls clenching around his tongue, her body trembling with pleasure. But he wanted more. Pulling away slightly, he looked up at her with a primal hunger burning in his eyes.

"I want to hear you beg, Y/N. Beg for me to fuck you. Beg for me to fill you completely," he growled, his voice thick with desire. The power and control he held over her at this moment only fueled his own desire, the game of dominance and submission intensifying the heat between them.

She arched her back as he continued to please her between her thighs, her legs beginning to shake as his tongue flicked over her clit. When he finally pulled away, her breath was heavy, practically panting, her elbows propping her up on the stairs. "Please, Steve. I need you so badly. I need you inside me." she pleaded, her voice soft like honey.

Steve's primal instincts took over as he listened to her plea, her words echoing through his mind like a sweet melody. The hunger within him burned hotter, the need to possess her consuming his every thought. With a predatory glint in his eyes, he rose from his position on the stairs, his body towering over hers.

He wasted no time in shedding his clothes, the small space between them now filled with the sound of fabric hitting the floor. His muscular body glistened with a sheen of sweat, his hardened cock throbbing with anticipation.

Taking her by surprise, Steve swiftly lifted her from the ground, his arm wrapped firmly around her waist. In a flurry of motion, he pinned her against the wall, using the surface as leverage to spread her legs wide. The position provided easy access for him to slide in, his thick length aching to plunge inside her, to claim her as his own.

"Is this what you want, baby girl?" he breathed, his voice rough with lust.

Y/N nodded, her hands resting on his shoulders as she looked up at him. "Yes. Please, Steve?" she whispered, hoping he'd give it all without hesitation or reservation.

In an instant, Steve's lips crashed down onto hers roughly as he lined his cock up to her dripping core and plunged in. The mix of emotions that flashed across her face was confusing but exhilarating; fear mixed with excitement blended together until they felt almost natural. So many feelings were displayed as she tried to adjust to his size.

As Steve bottomed out, her hips jerked forward, the sensation of his massive girth stretching her nearly bringing her to the edge of climax. Her fingers sank further into his skin, bracing herself as his thrusts became more relentless, causing her head to fall back against the wall. "Oh...you feel so good. I need more." She whimpered, as a small squeal escapes her lips after feeling his hips snap forward again, picking up his pace.

The way she moaned and cried for him fueled his carnal needs, spurring him to drive into her at an inhumanly rapid pace. Every muscle in his body trembled with the effort, his breath coming out in ragged pants. His fangs descended further, the tips grazing her throat, the threat of piercing her tender flesh an unmistakable promise of his intention to consume her wholly.

His mouth found the other side of her neck before his fangs punctured her flesh. But this time, he wasn't careful as he drank from her. Y/N could feel the warm blood dripping down her chest as he tasted her sweet, addicting essence. As he feasted on her, his cock pounded into her at a savage pace, each punishing stroke sending sparks of pleasure coursing through their bodies.

But Steve could sense the tightening in his own body as his orgasm rapidly approached, and with a low grunt, he pulled out of her. Not without gathering the mixture of her and his juices before continuing his path. Her moans grew louder, causing Steve to cover her mouth with his hand, as he used his other hand to gather the essence on his hand before slowly slipping his coated, fingers in her mouth. Her face was heated and her eyes squeezed shut while sucking his fingers.

"How does this taste? Open your eyes," he ordered, as her chest rose up and down, clearly having a difficult time catching her breath.

"Good," Y/N whispered, her body relaxing against the cool wall behind her. She'd felt his absence as his thick, throbbing cock slid out, causing a shiver up her spine. Yet still, she somehow needed more.

A growl rumbled in Steve's chest as he removed his fingers, gazing down at the beautiful image before him. Seeing her like this, covered in a sheen of sweat, her legs trembling and barely able to stand, drove him wild.

In another flurry of motion, he lifted her off the ground once more, her arms and legs instantly wrapping around his body. With ease, he carried her across the living room before placing her gently on the plush couch. As he hovered over her, his muscular body emanating a cool chill, he whispered darkly in her ear, "It's time I fuck you senseless."

He didn't have time to savor or bask in this sight for much longer, as he plunged his still throbbing length right back into her dripping pussy, which was now sore due to his roughness from earlier. At this moment, he wanted to fill her, to feel her tight walls gripping him as he plowed into her at a desperate pace, their primal need overwhelming them. 

Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck as he pounded into her, almost at an inhuman speed. Y/N tilted her head back as she felt her walls clench around him, whimpering softly. She was so sensitive right now, her breath grew heavy as she squirmed underneath him. "Steve, it's too much. I...can't," she whined as she continued to sob, drunk on the feeling of him driving into her, deep in the way she liked best.

His whole body began to tremble with the force of his powerful thrusts, the couch shook under the pressure. The world outside melted away, their moans mingling and ringing throughout the house in a heated passion. "Yes, you can. You can take it. Show me how good you can be and cum, right here, all over my thick cock." Steve demanded, burying his head in the crook of her neck. The warmth emanating from her body provided comfort, soothing his constant hunger and thirst for her. He longed for these moments when their bodies became one, giving both of them the satisfaction they so desperately craved.

The feeling of him ramming into her was almost too much, her fingernails were digging into his flesh, trying to find anything to hold on to. It wasn't long until she could feel her body tense, her warm heat clenching around him again. "S-Steve, I'm close."

Not before much longer, she came undone all over him, the hot, sticky liquid squirting over his girth. His thrusts slowed down, helping her ride out her orgasm. Once her orgasm subsided, Steve grabbed Y/N's leg, putting it over his shoulder, allowing him more room to pump in and out of her soaked hole faster than before. She whimpered once more as the wet sensation overwhelmed whatever sense remained inside of her brain after such intense arousal.

The sight of her quivering beneath him, the small sounds of protest that slipped past her lips, only fueled his desire even more. "Steve, please. I can't take it any longer..." she pleaded, her fingers now running down his firm chest as the couch creaked beneath them. "Please...Let me - oh god." She knew her body was aching as he pounded into her, rubbing raw flesh which was now over-sensitized.

A smug smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he gazed down at her lustfully, a feral hunger evident in his eyes. The look on her face was priceless, an intoxicated grin spread across her face, lost in the moment. His eyes darkened as they raked over her body, the slight sheen of sweat glistening in the dimly lit room.

Her eyes closed, her chest heaved with every thrust, and the soft, yet shallow gasps from her made him question if she'd survive his harsh assault.

His jaw clenched, "Come now, don't pass out on me just yet," He growled in her ear, gripping her hip hard enough to leave a bruise, forcing her body against the leather couch.

Before his release was upon him, his whole body quaked, a surge of unmatched intensity struck him as an explosion of ecstasy ignited his entire being. White, hot semen poured into her with a rush of pure pleasure, his knees growing weak as he collapsed atop her spent form.

A moan caught in his throat, and for a moment everything fell silent, save for the rapid sound of Y/N's heartbeat pulsating beneath him. Her eyelashes fluttered open and for a few moments, she stared at him with adoration in her eyes before pulling him in for another sweet, kiss.

After a couple of minutes, he pulled away from her, her body quivered at the loss of contact. "Come on, baby." he murmured, rising to his feet and picking her up from the couch. "Let's get you all cleaned up and ready for bed."

At this moment, the small bathroom didn't seem far as he made his way up the stairs. All Y/N cared about right now, was him cleaning her. She rested her head against his broad chest, the beat of her heart was beginning to become steady once again.

credit by @.cafekitsune

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𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕

🕊️a whore's fairytale masterlist🕊️

summary - being the granddaughter of the witch that tried to eat hansel and gretel wasn't fun, especially when they come back to seek revenge.

warning - smut, dubcon, swearing, spitting kink, spit roasted, threesome, kidnapping, mentions of death and eating children, mentions of attempted abandonment, oral sex, creampie.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Steve Hansel and Nick Gretel (their parents were hoping for a girl) made a pact years ago to never enter the woods again, not after that fateful day of crossing paths with the witch. When they were kids, their mother had unfortunately passed away, causing their father to find solace in the arms of another. They remembered the wedding clearly, how their hearts nearly beat out of their small chests as their father remarried the woman who would bring hell to their small family.

The hatred that leaked from their stepmother’s flesh could only be noticed by them; their father too blind with heartbreak to even notice. At their age, they were too young to understand why their father would remarry if he wasn’t in love with the woman. But as they grew older, bypassing the trauma they experienced. They began to realise their father was trying to fill a void with the first woman that passed. 

The one thing you should never do in a fairytale is trust the stepmother, the boys learnt this the hard way. Their family wasn’t the wealthiest, having to survive off the small crumbs that they could find or gather. They trusted the woman when she had said that she found some food they could harvest not too far from their home. Steve being the smartest out of the two, made sure to fill his pockets with some rocks, nodding toward his brother Nick before they followed, creating a small path along the way so they wouldn’t get lost. Their stepmother left after distracting them long enough, ensuring that she could finally get rid of the two extra mouths to feed. 

But the boys didn’t worry as the older of the two, gripped his brother’s hand and led him back home. Following the small rocks, and once they stepped foot out of the dreadful woods, they were greeted by their father who had been worried sick. As a small child, you’d think nothing of this, but as their father wrapped the two into a warm, loving hug. Steve looked over his shoulder, resting his chin on his father and smirked at the fuming woman, her lip sneered upwards as she realised her plan had failed. 

Her second attempt had somewhat succeeded; she lured the boys back out with the promise of more food. Steve having not collected any rocks that week, grabbed his leftover bread and decided to use that as their way back home. Yet, he had forgotten that they were not the only hungry creatures living in the woods. As a child when you get lost, you become scared and you don’t know what to do, you expect for an adult to come and save you because how could a child do that for themselves? They weren’t built to protect themselves, they had adults for that, adults to learn from so that they could carry on protecting when they got older. The boys were terrified, but Steve wouldn’t show it because it was then that he realised he would be the one protecting his brother from now. 

Hands gripped tight, they wondered through the woods hoping to find their way back home until a small shout came from Nick’s mouth, Steve’s head whips around and his eyes widen when he sees a house made completely of gingerbread, decorated with the finest lollies, he could feel his mouth water and before he could stop his brother. Nick dropped his hand and took off running toward the delicious looking house. His mouth already opened as he began to nibble on a pillar, his stomach filling immediately. Steve caught up with him and slowly begin to eat as well, what harm could this do? They were kids, living in a poor home with barely any food to keep their stomach from rumbling every five seconds. 

This was where the real horror began, an ugly old woman slammed open the door, screaming at them before she dragged the boys inside. Again, another promises them food, as if there were a giant sign on their head signalling, they needed it. Steve’s eyes darted around the home, connecting with those of a girl’s, her eyes wide and lips pouted. He wondered if the two were related or if she was also kept prisoner as the wicked old witch shoved the boys inside a small cell. She kept mumbling on about filling them up and eating them, causing the boys to try, and come up with a plan to get out of there. 

The witch called upon the youngest, telling him to help her with the oven door. The young girl watched from the corner, observing, and ignoring as the eldest boy tried to get her attention. Her grandmother wouldn’t like that, she wanted the young girl to continue studying their witchcraft, wanting her to continue their legacy if anything ever happened to her. She watched as the oven door managed to open, and her grandmother turned toward her, something that she shouldn’t have done as it distracted her from the boy beside her. 

“Y/–” The witch is cut off, a scream leaving her as Nick pushes her fat body into the oven. The girl too shocked to move, she felt her body freezing up instead of rushing over to help. Nick stumbles towards his older brother, yanking the cell open and running with him as they escape. Steve turns his head, eyes connecting with the young girls, he gulped as her face slowly morphed into an evil look, her eyes narrowed and dark, with a promise that she will one day become strong enough and find those that killed her grandmother. 

As the boys ran for their lives, twists, and turns, narrowly missing the trees and bushes. They somehow managed to exit the woods and head toward their home where their father was, again worried sick for them. He pulled the boys into his arms, holding them tight and listened as they went on about their stepmother and then the witch. None of the boys noticed that the stepmother never made it back, getting lost herself and the father was glad that his boys were home again. Steve and Nick looked at each other and that day they made a pact to never step foot in those woods again. 

That pact was broken as the now men wandered into the woods. “I thought we agreed that we wouldn’t step foot into these woods again?” Nick sneered, not being able to ignore the chills that spread through his body at the thought. He gripped the sword tight, one that matched his brothers. 

“Father is old, Nick. We are barely passing by as it is, and we need the food. You know that for us to be here again, it is our last resort.” Steve tried getting his brother to understand, he didn’t want to be in these woods either. Not after the look that young girl gave him, after that day he had managed to get the town in on searching for her, of course some believed there was a witch in the woods as their own children have gone missing. But they had all come up empty, which left him to think that they were related. It would explain the look she gave him as they ran out of there. 

After that day, the brothers became a bit darker, smarter. Their minds had twisted, no longer sweet and innocent. Nick grunted, kicking a rock that got in his way and watched as it flew across the ground. “I know, but. It feels…” He paused, not knowing what word to use to describe the feeling. 

“I feel it too.” Nick felt somewhat relieved that his brother could feel what he felt too, but he didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing. “Come on, we better get going before dark.” Steve ushered his brother forward, heading in a direction opposite the one that caused their trauma. They took cautious steps as they wandered through the woods, managing to gather some food and kill some animals.

Nick hit his brother’s arm; eyes wide as he gestures to a house in the middle of nowhere. A replica to the one many years ago. Steve can feel rage build inside him as he stares, wishing the place would burn down. “That can’t be the same one. We went another way!” Nick exclaims, horror filling his bones. 

Steve launches forward, his feet stomping against the dirt and leaves as he heads toward the house. Nick stumbles along, trying to stop his brother even though he feels the same rage deep inside. They both release a breath as they stop in front of the door, the sweet scent of gingerbread filling their senses. Before Steve can knock, the door flings open, and their mouth falls open.

You stand there, your hair perfectly wild and your long black dress falls gracefully while hugging your figure. Your eyes are sharp as you glare at the two men, it was as though they couldn’t breathe. You were so beautiful, practically glowing as you stared them down. “Who do you think you are trespassing onto my property?!” You growl, starring up at the men as they tower over you. You could feel it in your bones, they felt familiar, as if you knew them from somewhere. 

Steve’s eyes widen more than before, your eyes. He had seen those eyes before, his brows furrowed, and the rage continued to build as he connected the dots. You had grown, it wasn’t hard for him to remember those eyes. They had haunted him for years, striking fear deep inside him and his brother. “You! You’re the little girl!” He fumed, only to be held back by his brother as he tries to step forward. 

Your eyes widen slightly as you begin to remember who they are. The men that made you an orphan, causing you to watch as your grandmother cooked. “Oh!” And like that, ever so subtly. Your demeanour changes, a soft smile replacing the frown, your eyes lighten and your back straightens. “You’re the boys that saved me! Come in! Come in!” You usher them in, sneering and coiling on the inside as those words slip from your lips. This was the only way you could get revenge, a life for a life. “I’m just preparing myself some dinner if you two would like to join!” 

Steve and Nick cautiously follow you inside, looking around. “It’s not children, is it?” Nick lets out a small ‘ow’ while rubbing his head when Steve whacks him, giving him a ‘what the hell’ look. Your soft laugh causes them to slightly relax, thinking you might be different.

On the inside, your laugh is cruel, wicked. You couldn’t wait to watch the brothers burn, finally getting the satisfaction after all these years. “Of course not, why would I eat children?” You bat your lashes innocently at him, smirking inside as he blushes. It was now or never, you needed this. “Could you please help me?” You pout, knowing you have the youngest brother in your palm. “I–I’m too weak to open the door… And I usually end up hurting myself.” It was a long shot, maybe they’d connect the dots, maybe they wouldn’t but you were so close.

Nick nods, beginning to head over. A sense of Deja-vu hits him but he ignores it, you seemed so cute and innocent. What harm could someone as tiny as you do? Steve watches, his stomach twists, trying to tell him something and out of the two brothers he listens. You seemed distracted, only watching Nick so he decides to move slow, sneaking behind you. 

You noticed too late, a gasp falls from your lips as Steve grabs hold of you, locking your arms behind your back, pressing against his front. “Let go of me!” You struggle against his hold, sneering at them. “I swear to god if you don’t let me go, I’ll make you regret this!” You yelp as Steve tugs on your arms harshly, pushing you toward your large wooden table. 

Nick blinks, looking between you and the oven before letting out a gasp. “Oh my god! It was going to happen again?!” Steve rolls his eyes, gesturing his brother to come help. Nick quickly stumbles forward, taking over for his brother while Steve walks into your line of vision. He crouches down, looking into your eyes while he reaches forward and tucks a fall piece of hair behind your ear. 

“Did you really think we’d be stupid enough to fall for that a second time…” Steve looks at Nick before shaking his head, looking back down at you. “Okay, maybe one of us wasn’t stupid enough.” He ignores the small ‘hey’ as he gives you a smirk. “What should we do with you, huh?” 

“Let me go!” You sneer, glaring daggers at the man. Nick groans as you push back against him, accidentally grinding against his bulge. You gasp, eyes widening. “You pervert!” You thrash around, your movements not helping the man behind you. 

Steve grins as he realises what he’s going to do to you. He reaches forward and grips your chin, tilting your head back enough that it begins to strain your neck. He leans forward, keeping eye contact. “We’re going to have some fun with you, little witch.” The force of his hand causes your mouth to open slightly and your walls clench around nothing as Steve spits into it. Never once has a mere human made you react like this.

You must have zoned out because when you blink, the brothers had swapped positions. Maybe you could taunt one, distract him long enough. You breathe, focusing on the one before you, letting your magic swirl around and enter him. You let out a giggle, “Nick Gretel… Oh, your parents must have–” Your cut off and your eyes widen as a hard but soft object enters your mouth, causing you to choke and gag as it hits the back of your throat. Your eyes move down and widen more as you realise what has entered, you can feel yourself dampen at how big and thick he is. 

“Oops, what was that, little witch?” Nick groans, feeling your lips tighten around his throbbing member, your tongue flicking instinctively around his swollen tip. “Shit, I think she’s enjoying this, brother.” 

Steve hums, having rolled your dress above your hips while you were distracted and swiping a finger through your glistening folds. “Of course, she is, she’s a slut. Isn’t that right, little witch? You were just desperate for attention.” You whimper around Nick, causing him to let out a groan and jerk his hips. Thrusting deeper into your warm, wet mouth. “You just want to be stuffed, huh? Have us use both your holes, fuck you until you’re dumb. Fill you with our cum, making you want and beg for more.” His words cause your eyes to roll back, your thighs becoming slicker at the thought. Steve smiles, nodding. “Just like I thought.” 

He stands, palming his throbbing cock before he releases it. A groan falls from his lips and shoots through to your core as his strokes the thick base. The older brother guides his mushroom tip through your lips, gathering your juices before he pushes in. “Oh fuck… She’s so tight.” Steve grunts, his eyes fluttering as he thrusts deeper, his cock being hugged by your delicious walls. His hands grip your hips as you squeeze him, your moans vibrate around Nick’s cock, and he shouts.

“Fuck! I’m not going to last if she keeps doing that!” Nick holds the back of your head; his head falls forward as he slowly fucks your face. He watches as his cock slides in and out of your mouth, drool slipping out the sides of your mouth, only the whites of your eyes visible. “Such a good little witch, taking me so well.” 

Steve thrusts into you hard and fast, holding you down. He groans as his hands move from your hips to your plump cheeks that jiggle with each thrust, he grips them, pulling them apart and squeezing them. “Fuck, who knew a witch could be so pretty. Not like the other one we met.” Steve makes a dig at your dead grandmother, causing anger to build inside of you only to be replaced with pleasure. You tense before slowly relaxing in their hold, sucking desperately on Nick’s cock while his older brother splits you open. 

The feel of their pulsing veins, sliding in and out of your holes, their scents invading your senses cause you to become dizzy. You have never felt something so intense before and in response your walls clench and unclench around Steve like crazy, sucking him in deeper, allowing him to hit the spots that are far out of your reach. You moan, tingles erupt throughout your body as Nick buries his cock into the back of your throat and releases, filling your mouth with his cum. 

You swallow as he pulls out, slouching into the chair behind him as he watches his brother destroy you with hazy eyes. “O–oh!” You bury your face into the wooden table, hands flying forward and gripping the edge tightly, causing your knuckles to whiten. 

Steve growls, leaning forward and towering over you. His hand moves from your arse to the back of your head and pushes it harder into the surface. “You like that, slut? Such a weak fucking witch.” You whimper, tightening around him as your vision becomes white and your juices coat his thick member. Steve groans, continuing to thrust before coating your walls with his cum. Like his brother, he gently pulls out and sinks into the chair behind him, half-lidded eyes watch as your cunt clenches and unclenches around nothing and his cum leaks from your tight hole.

Your chest moves up and down as you breathe, trying to push away the left-over pleasure that runs through your body, you slowly move and fix your dress before lifting your hands. As magic begins to swirl around you and the room, you prepare to get rid of these men once and for all. “This is for my grandmother.” 

The brothers ignore the shivers that roll through their body at how chilling your voice is, they look at each other knowing that they will have to do something and fast before the magic can hit them completely. 

Steve being the closet decides to distract you while his brother grabs something from his pocket, while your attention remains on Steve, you don’t seem to notice the other sneaking up behind you. You’d think you would learn after last time, but of course, you thought you were strong enough. Your eyes widen when you are suddenly grabbed and before you can even think of using your magic, a cloth is placed on your mouth causing your eyes to become droopy. “You should’ve just been a good little witch…” You hear one of them before you go completely limp.

As they head back in the direction of their home, with you in their arms. You would later learn when you awoke that you should never wait to strike revenge, especially as a witch.

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Punishment » Steve Kemp

Pairings: Boyfriend!Steve Kemp x Girlfriend!Reader

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

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

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

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

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

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

“Yes, Stevie.” You say submissively.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes what?” Steve asks.

“Yes, daddy.” You corrected yourself.

“Good girl.” He praises.

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

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

“Yes I do, daddy.” You say.

“Open that pretty mouth.” He says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Open up, slut.” He says.

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

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

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

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

“Yes, daddy.” You answered.

“Show me.” He says.

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

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

You obeyed him and laid down on your back.

“Arms above your head.” He says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stevie!” You moaned in a squeaky voice.

That earned you another smack on your ass.

“Daddy!” You corrected yourself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

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[highonmarvel]

You didn’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 didn’t need that, did you?, ft Steve Kemp, Fresh (2022).

Warnings: Complete filth; very subtle cannibalistic tendencies; implied surgical mutilation. 18+!

An hour you had been sitting on an uncomfortable barstool, slowly sipping on drinks. You don’t even know why you came, maybe you thought it would be fun, maybe you thought you’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 you’re not unpleasantly surprised; a man with odd cerulean eyes, a sharp jawline and a debonair smirk has his head tilted your way.

“Did I scare you?”

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 he’s making you feel with his hungry gaze. Hungry.

“A little,” you admit with a small smile, taking the last sip of your drink.

He lets out a breathy laugh and offers, “Can I buy you another?”

Steve, is his name, and for the rest of the night, he’s absolutely magnetic as he speaks, but you can barely comprehend what he’s saying, trying desperately to keep the conversation going when there’s just this burning between your legs. You shift uncomfortably, trying to get some form of friction, subtly. He had to have noticed.

You hadn’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 he’s having fun with this, but you can’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.

“You’re burning up,” 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 can’t respond, afraid if you open your mouth it’ll only be a pathetic whimper that comes out, but you don’t need to.

He changes his circular movements to the opposite direction. He leans in so close it scares you how little self control you’re working on right now.

“Let’s get out of here,” he says. Maybe that fact it didn’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.

You’re nodding in earnest before he’s even finished his sentence, and soon you’re both rushing out the bar. You slide into the passenger seat of an expensive looking car you can’t care to name as you wonder how on earth you’re gonna control yourself on the drive.

You give him your address and soon he’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 he’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 they’re perfectly sculpted.

“Fuck, you’re so soft…” 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, you’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 you’re sure you’ll see the marks of tomorrow, as he pulls your heat closer to him.

“I know you taste good…”

…

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 mattress—a mattress that had to have been thinner than yours—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.

“You didn’t need that, did you?”

♯

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[buckrecs]

𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙠𝙚𝙢𝙥

masterlist | s.s characters masterlist

WARNING: These fic may contain disturbing content so please read all the warnings before you proceed. I mean…it’s Steve Kemp we’re talking about.

ONESHOT

I’m By Your Side by @thebluemage

Steve takes care of you, while you’re sick.

Marking What’s His by @thebluemage

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

sugar pie, honey bunch by @charnelhouse

He knew she would be different. He’d known it the second he saw her.

needs by @heavysoldat

with your period worse than ever, you’re left almost bed-ridden in nothing but his clothes. and when you’re sat there, looking so pretty, steve can’t deny himself. a man has needs, after all.

Honey, Dinner’s Ready by @mavsstar

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

Opposite Reflection by @/mavsstar

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

A New Appetite by @bxcketbarnes

Fresh Meat by @bxcketbarnes

red flags and long nights by @buckycuddlebuddy

spending three months with a stranger whom you shared a house with apparently was not enough to know them. apparently it led you to ignore a lot of warnings that you should have seen before, but it was too late. 

Stockholm Syndrome and it’s Side Effects by @sstan-hoe

steve gives you stockholm syndrome and well let's just say; you gotta make sure you're his only one...

Restless Heart by @shamevillain

Part of loving somebody means accepting their flaws. And loving yourself means coming to terms with your own, no matter how fucked up they may be.

my beautiful odette by @onceuponastory

After seeing a performance of the Swan Lake ballet, Steve Kemp develops an obsession with the lead dancer Y/N, and decides that she has to be his. Whatever it takes.

gut feeling by @onceuponastory

After a young woman goes missing, Detective Y/N interviews one of the last people to see her alive...Plastic Surgeon Steve Kemp.

just like you by @imyourbratzdoll

steve becomes obsessed with you, and because he's too blinded by your beauty, he doesn't know you are just like him, maybe even better.

unusual dish by @lokiskitten

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

Fettered Attachment by @wh0reforoldmen

Being Steve’s captive is one thing- but falling for him is another.

Yours Forever by @antisocialwritingx

Steve decided to leave his wife and kids for the one victim he chose to keep for himself, you. It turns out that you both have a loving relationship after a little work put in from Steve.

just a taste by @jessybarnes

face riding.

heads will roll by @sgt-seabass

A visit to the doctors takes a turn you didn't expect.

can you read my fears? by @dollsplat

It’s No Good by @theimpossibleg1rl

You hadn’t meant to fall for him. But then again, Steve hadn’t meant to fall for you either.

You didn’t need that, did you? by @highonmarvel

You meet a man at the bar who loves your thighs.

Honest by @highonmarvel

Steve’s never lied to you.

SERIES

toxic by @extremelyblackandwhite

steve kemp has found his match.

A Well Respected Man by @sableseb

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[sgt-seabass]

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

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏

✧˚ · .  𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯.

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

Steve didn’t know you were different at first.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y-Yes, daddy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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