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[vellicore]

Sebastian Stan as Steve Kemp

Fresh (2022)

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[thebluemage]

The Hills | Steve Kemp

Pairing | Steve Kemp x dark!reader

Warning | Explicit sexual content, 18+, smut, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, cyberstalking, hacking, gaslighting, dark web, black market harvesting, manipulation, mentions of canibalism, mentions of distributing of body parts, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of Stockholm Syndrome, dark themes, Steve Kemp (he's a warning on his own!)

Summary | You discover Steve’s dark secret but you still admire him for it.

Word Count | 3163

A/N | Here’s the next part to Obsession, enjoy! ❤️ Beta’d by the amazing @lunarbuck, but all mistakes are my own. Banner & divider made by @vase-of-lilies. If y’all enjoy it, leave some feedback, comment and reblog. I’d really appreciate it!! 💗

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First chapter | Series Masterlist | Masterlist | My Ko-fi

‘I only call you when it’s half-past five. The only time that I’ll be by your side, I only love it when you touch me, not feel me. When I’m fucked up, that’s the real me. When I’m fucked up, that’s the real me, yeah.’ - The Weeknd

A few days go by, and you can’t stop thinking about Steve. Between the back-and-forth texting, he is nice and funny, everything you could ever ask for. You’re absolutely smitten with him. Just as you pull your laptop onto your lap, you receive a text from Steve.

Hey, Angel. Want to meet up? 

Yes, of course! Are you calling me ‘angel’ now?

Oh, yeah! Unless, you want me to stop… If that makes you uncomfortable.

No, no, please. Keep going, I like that! 

Good, it’s a date! I will send you the address and time! I can’t wait to see you again! My angel.

He sends you the address that is located near the bookshop where you first met him, and it’s not far from your place. You decide to walk the distance there, which is just a few blocks away.

You walk into a warm and cozy cafe. The smell of coffee roams around the acoustic atmosphere of the place. It’s lovely. As you look through the crowd of people, you lock your eyes on Steve again. A smile spreads across your face.

“Hey there, handsome.” You approach the booth where he’s sitting. He stands up and greets you with a hug. “Hey, Angel.”

He’s wearing a soft brown sweater with black pants to complete the look. You wrap your arms around his body as you slide closer to him. His large hands touch your back while he pulls you into his embrace. The scent of his cologne infiltrates your nostrils as you smell his strong scent, a mix of a dewy scent of sage and bergamot. You never want to let him go, not ever.

“You smell nice.” You voice out when you sadly pull away from him.

“Thank you, Angel. You’re so delightful, and you look beautiful as ever.” He compliments  as he takes another look at you, roaming his eyes on your body. “Magnificent.”

Steve is utterly fixated on you. He can’t believe that he has found someone as heavenly as you are. Ethereal yet tangible, wholesome yet sinful to his desires. He only wants more of you with each passing second, he wants to know what you feel like wrapped around him as he rampantly thrusts into you. Fire arises when you look at him, as if you can see right through him. He can’t wait to take a bite out of you.

“You flatter me, Steve.” You reply to him, when you avert your eyes back to Steve, becoming aware of his intense gaze on you. Your eyes connect together, and you feel a spark igniting in your gut.

“It’s the truth.” He states as his stare lingers on. You couldn’t look away from him, afraid to lose this sense of coming home.

“Uhh, let’s sit down.” He takes your hand and maneuvers you into the booth. He takes his place with you sitting next to him.

“So, here come the awkward questions,” he declares while he laughs a bit. 

You tell Steve some basic information about yourself as he listens intently. You don’t want to reveal everything about yourself to him as you feel apprehensive about opening up, so you improvise a generic white lie.

I won’t tell him about my job and about my hacking skills. Maybe I can do more damage and use it to my advantage. 

You tell him a different job occupation and he nods notably.

A waiter comes to your booth to take your orders and leaves quickly, hurrying to the next customer. Several minutes later, another waiter comes with your orders.

“So, what brings you to town, Steve?” You ask him as you tilt your head curiously.

“My second residency.”

“Nice. I can imagine many women would line up just to get a procedure done by you.”

“Not that many, if I’m being honest. Most women that come to me want to change their physique. You have the occasional boob job, tummy tucks.” He plucks a red cherry out of the cup and pops it in his mouth.

“And butt lifts.” You finish for him with a smile.

“Yeah, that too,” He chuckles knowingly.

“Do you have any social media, perhaps?” You ask him as you take your phone out of your bag to search him online.

“I don’t have any.” He shakes his head immediately.

Hmm, strange. 

“Instagram?” You question, persisting on answers as you move closer to him.

“I don’t feel like sharing things about my private life.”

“Okay, that’s valid.”

“What about Twitter?” You continue the questions as you bring your body forward to him and lean your head against your hand for support. He takes a few sips from his drink, taking his time to answer.

“No. Does anyone have anything smart to say on Twitter? No way.” 

“How am I able to contact you more easily? If not via social media, and only texting?”

“I don’t know, you can always send me a letter the old-fashioned way,” he suggests jokingly, as you laugh at his witty comment. He looks up at you, and something mischievous glimmers through his eyes while he smiles at you. 

“What?” You ask him when he keeps staring at you, taking a glimpse at your mouth.

“You have such a beautiful smile.”

“Thank you, Steve. You’re so kind.”

The afternoon progresses to evening, and you and Steve lose track of time. When Steve goes to the toilet, you decide to peek into his wallet that he left behind. His ID card  presents a different identity than what he alluded to. His actual name is Brendan Steven Kemp. 

Huh. Should keep that in mind. What secrets are you hiding, Steve? No social media? Come on now, what doctor doesn’t have a social media of their own?

Before he comes back, you take a picture of his ID card from both sides for later search purposes and neatly put it back into his wallet. Between laughter and regular flirting, you both seem to be in a trance-like state, together in your own little bubble. The tension builds up between you and him; it’s undeniable. As soon as you two walk out of the cafe and walk the short distance to your apartment, the attraction is palpable.

“Fuck this.” You approach him and close the space between you and him. You grab his face and crush your lips onto his with a passionate fire.  

Steve immediately reciprocates and kisses you back. His mind races due to his own duality for you. He must have you. You moan when you feel his tongue sliding into your mouth, clashing onto yours with wild abandon. Steve is enticed by you while he roams his hands all over your body, like a madman. Overwhelming and hot. When you open your apartment door, you both storm through it. When your back hits against the wall of the tiny hallway, you start to pull your jacket off, and let it fall to the floor.

He pulls away slightly to catch his breath and looks at you through gentle eyes while cradling the sides of your face. “Maybe we’re going too fast.”

Oh. That’s the first time. Why is that?

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to rush into it, we can slow down if you like.” You start to back away from the wall when Steve moves away from you, contemplating on what to do. You pick your jacket from the floor and neatly hang it to the coathanger.

“Uhh, do you want something to drink?” You ask him as you go further into your living room, going towards the kitchen. Steve runs a hand through his hair before scratching his forehead with his thumb as he watches you intently and doesn’t respond. He looks away for a second before you continue.

“Or eat?” He looks straight at you with a wild look again, as if he changed his mind again. 

Steve can’t let you go, no matter what. To him, you feel like a necessity, a longing that he hasn’t felt in ages, similar to the longing that he only has when he eats his type of meat. It’s inexplicable and indescribable. You’re the quintessential person of his desires. He lets himself fall on your couch when he sighs and directs his gaze to you again, almost pleading and hopeful. 

“Just you, Angel.” He gets out of the couch and makes a beeline straight toward you, grabs your face, and pulls you into him, pressing his lips hard against yours. Your breath catches in your throat while you place your hands on his head. A whimper slips past your lips as you’re unable to resist your longing for him.

You greedily touch Steve’s body wherever you can as you guide him to your bedroom. Every touch makes you crave him more, your thoughts whirl around in your mind at a rapid pace. He groans and moves the hand to cup the back of your neck and deepens the kiss, spearing his tongue in your mouth. Your nipples harden and your pussy clenches the longer Steve kisses you. You lay on your bed and start to undress all of your clothes quickly while Steve does the same, staring at you with a hefty and lewd gaze glimmering through his eyes. 

He climbs on top of you as he hovers his body over you while he stares passionately; his cerulean eyes growing darker by the second. He can’t believe your beauty, a stunning sight before his own eyes as if you’re a celestial being. He slowly moves his head down and starts to kiss you deeply again.

“I want you, my love,” he muses out hoarsely. He’s breathing just as harshly as you are.

“I’ve wanted you for days. Ohh!” You exclaim when Steve cups your breasts in his hands and molds your flesh before he pinches and plucks at your nipples, sending shivers up your spine.

“Hmm, you’re so responsive to me. Good girl.” He utters out seductively. He takes one of your breasts to his mouth and laps at your nipple with his tongue while flicking the other with his hand.

“Oh, fuck!” You announce as you close your eyes at the way Steve’s salacious tongue swirls around your sensitive nipple. He hums with how your soft skin feels to him, savoring every inch of you; his hands making their way to your aching core. 

“Let me worship you, angel. I need to taste you now.” He rasps out, with urgency in his voice. He makes his way down while he gently bites into your skin, leaving red marks on the surface. He sets himself between your thighs and bites into each of them.

“Oh, fuck Steve!” You moan as your face contorts with pleasure as he suddenly shoves his face right onto your heat.

“I’m going to ravish you until you’re not able to utter a single word.” His dark cerulean eyes pierce through you as he hums. “And you’re going to be mine.” The feeling of his tongue going through your slit makes your back arch from the bed, and you moan out his name.

“Please, Steve! I– I’ll do anything!” You plead through jagged breaths while he deliciously defiles you. He wraps his arms around your thighs, holding you firmly into place. He gives you long strokes, capturing every bit of essence you have. He sucks and laps your wet slick up with his mouth as if it’s the last drop of water he’ll ever drink in his life. He’s enticed by your taste, and he can’t wait until his cock is deep inside of you.

“Aahh! Steve!” You wail as you grasp a handful of his luscious hair and pull it. He groans, sending surges of lightning over your body. Your hips buck up as your body quiver underneath him, taking in all the bliss until you feel one of his fingers prodding into you, seeking entrance to your wet and aching pussy.

“Oh fuck!!” You exclaim as you arch your back from the bed while you hear the muffled groans of Steve underneath you. In one swift motion, he delves two fingers into your slit. A coat of your slick envelops his fingers as Steve licks ferociously on your clit.

“Come for me.” His sultry demand comes out low and husky as if he’s trying to contain his never-ending lust for you.

Your hips buck as your head falls onto the pillow from beneath you, when your eyes roll back into their sockets. You feel yourself come undone for him as your walls squeeze around Steve’s digits. 

“Aaaahh, Steve!!”

“Good. Good girl.” He ushers to your cunt as his strokes lightly decrease. He licks your wetness up with his tongue, and he hums out delicately.

“Hmm, you’re so exquisite.”

“T–thank you, Steve.” 

Your chest heaves heavily up as you gradually catch up your breath. He picks up your body tenderly and lays you gently next to him, wrapping his arms around your waist. You still feel his erection against the lobes of your ass.

You turn your head in his direction with a questioning look.

“Huh, and what about you?” You look at him, confused yet still dazed from your ravenous orgasm.

“Shh, sh, don’t worry about me, I just want to be close to you, skin-to-skin contact. This night was about your pleasure, not mine,” He simply answers. “Go to sleep, my Angel. You deserve to be well rested.”

Your eyes begin to feel heavy as the dim night light protrudes from the curtain of your window. You lift your arm and wrap it around his chest, pulling yourself more into his embrace. 

“Okay, Steve.” You softly accept his demand as your mind dwindles away from any worries. Steve sighs peacefully in return.

“Goodnight, Steve.”

“Goodnight, my Angel.” It’s the last thing you hear before your eyes drift to a close, and you fall into a deep slumber.

The next day stumbles in slowly, with the sunlight peeking through the curtain. Rays of sunshine fall upon your face, enveloping you in warmth. Your eyes open slowly, and you’re in Steve’s arms. He’s still sleeping peacefully when suddenly an alarm starts to go off. Steve opens his eyes rapidly and checks the clock, he hurriedly gets out of bed.

“Oh, fuck. I totally forgot the time,” He says when he starts to dress up in his pants again before taking his shirt off the ground. “My shift at the hospital starts in thirty minutes.”

“Oh, what hospital do you work at?” You ask innocently.

“St. John’s Hospital,” He answers while he pulls his shirt over his head. “My first procedure starts in an hour. A patient is going to be very happy with their boob job.” He continues.

“Well, they’re in good hands with you.” You affirm encouragingly. You hoist yourself up from the bed in a sitting position. 

“Why, thank you. I'll see you tonight, Angel.” He takes your hand in his and kisses the top of your hand gently. 

“That’s alright, have a good day at work, handsome.”

“I’ll be thinking of you,” He softly intones when he’s all fully dressed and gathering all his belongings. “See you later, Angel.” And with that, he leaves through your apartment door. 

You squeal cheerily as you start your daily morning routine. Once you’re dressed and finished eating, you think you should do research on ‘Steve’. You want to know everything about him, so naturally, you take up your laptop and place it on your island and decide to do a simple search on Google. The only results that come up are from his reconstructive surgery website and a few articles that he wrote but there’s something else too, another result, a woman named Ann Kemp. 

Out of curiosity, you click on the link. And it redirects you to a Facebook page of a blonde-haired woman with a picture of her family standing in front of a house. And there he is, Steve, standing and smiling with his family. He has a wife and a dog. Ann is holding the dog on a leash. You can’t help but to take another look at the woman, there’s something off about her, but you can’t exactly pinpoint it. You zoom in on her, looking at her hand, and you notice she’s wearing a wedding ring on her left hand. 

You should have known that he was married. He’s too good to be true. You take a different approach with your searching. Since you're a talented hacker, you know your way around technology and the mechanics of it. You pull up a more advanced browser that can search literally anything related or attached to that specific name, word or thing.  The general public would know that browser and use it to go on the Dark Web. You have a program installed, so your IP address isn’t trackable. You remember having a picture of his ID with his real name on your phone. So, you take your phone out and look into it and you type in his name ‘Brendan Steven Kemp’. Up come a thousand search results from the normal search results of ‘reconstructive doctor' to a much sinister, more disturbing and shocking result.

There’s a business. The logo contains a white background, and a red logo of a head of a goat with a snake eating itself around it is displayed. You click on the logo, and it redirects you to a website. To your horror, you come to find that Steve practices in the most inhuman activities ever done. He harvests human meat and sells them on the dark web. And here you are, looking at his webshop. The various ‘products’ are listed by mainly female names. There’s a hand that goes by ‘Hope’, and the description is ever so horribly detailed as if it is a delicacy. With a price tag of thirteen thousand dollars!!

I knew it!! You have a wife!! I have to get out her of the picture, though. I can’t have her orbiting around you like some lost puppy dog. I can’t have that, Steve. There’s also something wrong with her, and how did you meet her anyway? Let me guess, you probably kidnapped her too, and she got Stockholm syndrome as a result.

You immediately go to work with it and pick through his encrypted layers of codes, and when you finally reach the barrier, you unlock the access. With ease, you gain access to his illicit webshop. With another set of difficult codes you shut off his website, and everything turns black.

So, that’s why you’re so private, Steve. You have a wife and are a cannibal. Being able to kidnap dozens of women, probably mutilate them, so as to keep them alive until there’s nothing left, consume them, and ultimately kill them to sell them. And I thought so highly of you. Are you going to do the same to me? Only one way to find out, I guess.

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[jessybarnes]

Just A Taste

Title: Just A Taste

Pairing: Steve Kemp x F!Reader

Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI!

Word Count: 1,643

Tags: Smut, angst, fluff, face riding, oral sex (female receiving), clit play, tongue fucking, kissing, crying, feelings of not being good enough, being held captive, out of character Steve, squirting, explicit language, and I think that’s it.

Written For: KINKMAS 2022

Day 1: Face Riding

Beta(s): Just Grammarly

A/N: Okay, so this was supposed to be posted on the 14th but because I received anon hate I decided to wait because I just wasn't feeling good about myself. I'm still not, but here this is anyway. I'm sorry it's bad. I know Steve is way out of character. Sorry, for my bad writing.

Steve opens the door to his cellar and heads down the stairs. His fingers wrap tightly around the key card as he exhales harshly through his nose. Today was stressful. Well, every day is, but today was even more so.

His shoes click methodically on the hard floor as he walks slowly toward your cell. The other ones are all empty except for two, but those women don't matter to him. Not in the way that you do.

You're...different.

From the day he saw you standing in line at the little deli he frequents, he was captivated by your beauty. He'd never seen someone so beautiful before in his life.

So beautiful, in fact, that he can't bring himself to use you the way he's used all of the other women he's captured. Every time he opens your cell door and sees those big, doe eyes of yours looking up at him, his stomach fills with butterflies.

Even on bad days like this, you bring a light to him that illuminates his darkness.

Steve can see you sitting cross-legged on the thin bed roll, a Cosmopolitan magazine open on your lap. You're chewing on your bottom lip, something he's noted as a habit of yours, and it makes arousal coil in his lower abdomen.

He raises the key card to unlock the door and slides it open. You look up and offer him a soft, nervous smile.

"H-Hi"

Steve smiles at the fear and innocence in your eyes. God, he loves the power he holds over you.

"Hey, sweetheart. Reading anything good?"

You look down at the magazine and move your gaze back to his. It really should disgust you that your attraction to your kidnapper outweighs your motivation to escape. There's no way he feels the same. At first, you'd thought that's why he hadn't harmed you, but now you're starting to think there's something else wrong with you.

You've been here for a long time now, and he still hasn't done what he said he do the first night he'd brought you here. Maybe you're not good enough for him now and he's just keeping you here as a prisoner because he's afraid you'll rat him out and ruin his whole operation.

Wow, I'm so undesirable not even the man who took me captive wants anything to do with me... how pathetic...

"Just the horoscope page," you say quietly.

The sadness in your tone doesn't go unnoticed and Steve realizes it's a different kind of sad. Not the kind he's used to anyway. He pushes off the doorframe and walks closer to you. His knees pop as he crouches down, his fingers tilting your chin up so you meet his eyes.

"Somethings wrong, and it isn't just because I've got you imprisoned in this room."

It isn't a question, but you know he means to ask what's bothering you. The lump in your throat rises and you're certain if you try and speak the dam inside you will break.

Your lower lip trembles and Steve brushes his thumb over it to keep it still. He watches as tears gather in your eyes and feels his heart constrict with another foreign feeling.

He's been angry before, but never this kind. This kind is new to him. This is a protective type of anger that makes his blood boil.

Steve sits down and pulls you into his lap. You curl into him as soft, quiet sobs shake your body. A deep scowl etches onto his features and even though he's the only one who's had any type of contact with you for the past two months, it still doesn't change the fact that he'd kill anyone who brought you harm.

...Oh...

That's when it dawns on him.

He's fallen for you.

Hard.

Your small voice breaks through your sobs and Steve wipes your tears away with his thumb as he looks down at you.

"Th-There's some...something wrong with m-me, isn't there?"

He shakes his head, "why would there be anything wrong with you? You're the least fucked up person in this house, Y/N."

You sniffle and adjust yourself so you're looking at him properly. He really is attractive, and you're so close to him. Close enough that you could just lean in and-

"Sweetheart?"

Your eyes fall to your lap along with your hands, the chain around your wrist jingling reminding you of where you're at. Maybe you do belong here if you're having sexual thoughts about your fucking abductor.

"Because," you sigh, "I've been in here for a long time and...and you've...well, you haven't...haven't um..."

You can't bring yourself to even say it, but Steve seems to get what you're trying to tell him. He tilts your chin back up again and for the first time in a long time, he actually looks sincere.

"You think because I haven't done to you what I've done to the others that you're not good enough?"

You nod and he swallows thickly. He's normally desensitized to seeing women cry, but with you, it's like someone's torn open a wound in the middle of his chest. He can't stand it and he can't help himself as he leans down to capture your lips in a heated kiss.

You gasp and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue past your lips into your warm, wet mouth. He kisses you fiercely, his arms holding you tightly against him, and for a moment you actually believe he wants this...wants you.

Steve pulls away and you search his eyes for a moment before speaking up.

"I...don't...I don't understand... how come-"

He shushes you with another kiss and taps your thigh so you'll get up. He stands with you and pulls a set of keys from his pocket, the same sincere expression still on his face.

"We'll talk more later, baby. Right now, I've gotta taste you, and I need you somewhere more comfortable for that."

The look of horror on your face catches him off guard, but he quickly recovers and shakes his head, his hands cupping your cheeks tenderly.

"Oh, angel, I didn't mean it like that. I promise I'm not going to harm one hair on that pretty, little head of yours."

He pulls you flush against him, one of his large hands sliding underneath the elastic band of your sweatpants.

"What I meant was," two of his fingers apply delicious pressure on your clit making your breath hitch, "I wanna taste this sweet, little cunt, Y/N."

Heat pools in your belly at his words, and you let yourself feel the way the pads of his fingers roll over your sensitive bud. He removes them just as quickly and you let out a little whine in protest.

"Don't be impatient," he admonishes and unlocks the cuff on your wrist.

Steve leads you out of the cell and down the long hallway. You come to a set of stairs and he climbs them, unlocking the door at the top with his key card before taking you through the main part of his house. His bedroom is cozy and neat, but you don't get a chance to really look at it because, in the next second, he's practically tearing your clothes off.

"So sweet...so pretty and innocent, baby. I bet your pussy tastes like heaven."

Steve lays down on the bed and tilts his head back so he can look at you. His cock tents his pants and your mouth waters at the thought of him fucking your throat.

"Come here, princess. Come sit on my face and let me taste you."

You climb over him, your knees just above each of his shoulders. He groans and wraps his arms around your thighs as he looks up at your glistening pussy.

"Fucking soaked, baby."

He pulls you down and drags his tongue from your soaked hole to your hard clit, sending a shockwave of pleasure through your body.

"Oh, fuck! Steve!"

He begins to devour you, switching from slipping his tongue inside your pussy and sucking on your sensitive nub. You start to rock your hips and whine when he holds you still.

Steve's insatiable.

He can't get enough of the way you taste, the way your dripping cunt clenches around his tongue every time he pushes it inside you. He's instantly addicted and he's determined to see how many times he can make you cum just from his mouth alone.

"Oh, my god! Fuck! Please!... Steve, I...it feels so fucking good, baby."

He lifts you up and looks up into your eyes, "ride my face, princess. Make yourself cum all over my fucking tongue."

You moan loudly and roll your hips, the sensation of his mouth on your pussy making you toss your head back in pleasure.

Your hands grip his hair and you move your cunt faster across his tongue, the spark of arousal now a full-blown inferno as you climb closer and closer to pure bliss.

Steve grips your ass and flicks his tongue faster, his name falling past your lips over and over in a desperate plea.

"Steve! Oh, God Steve! Please! Steve, you're so good...fuck, m'gonna cum you're so fucking good, baby!"

Your legs begin to shake and moments later the coil inside you snaps as you gush all over him. He growls possessively and takes everything you give him until you're too sensitive.

Steve rolls you over so you're on your back, his body caging you in.

"I'm gonna need you to do that again, baby."

Your eyes go wide, "Steve, I don't think that's possible. I'm too sensitive and-"

"Nonsense," he cuts you off and kisses down your body, a smirk dancing across his lips, it's definitely possible, princess."

He kisses your clit and you suck in a sharp breath.

"And you're gonna give me as many as I want."

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[abbatoirablaze]

Welcome To The Dollhouse, Same Tastes

Word Count:   2k

Warnings: mentions of being drugged, violence, mentions of cannibalism, manipulation, mentions of smut, dubcon relationship, secrets, angst, threats of murder,

“Ohhh, fuck…you’re so beautiful like this, baby,” he growled, his hands trailing over her breasts and the swell of her stomach until they were in line with his face, which was inches from her core. His breath fanned across the warmth radiating off of her petals as his hands reached forward and spread them, revealing the glistening of her lips, “god, I want to eat you…”

“I’m not on the menu, Brendan,” she giggled softly as she reached forward and her hands began to play with his hair, “you know that…”

“Mmm, you know in what way I meant,” he growled playfully as she tugged on his tresses.  Their eyes met, and she saw a sensual danger to them before his eyes flickered hungrily back to her cunt, “I want to devour every morsel of your arousal.”

She shifted, the words affecting her in a specific way, “Brendan…”

His own erection pressed against the bed frame as he pulled her forward until he could drape her thighs over his shoulders.  She moaned as he pressed a delicate kiss to her mound.

“I love seeing you like this,” he growled, his hands trailing back up to her stomach where he cradled her bump, “love seeing you pregnant with my child…breasts swelling…pussy always sopping wet for me when I come…I love the way your body reacts to me, goddess…”

“Brendan…”

“Shh,” he cooed, trying to dissuade her from thinking about their own lives outside of what was in the room, “I want to enjoy the moment with you, goddess.  I want to relish in my partner’s sweet, perfect form…her immaculate beauty.  How we create perfect, gorgeous babies…how well that tight cunt milks me dry…”

“I wanna come home,” she whimpered softly, eyes meeting his as she begged him, “I-I want to be home…with you…with the boys…I want to know them….I want them to know me as mommy…not her.”

“They do,” he promised gently, kissing her thigh, “the boys know that you are their mommy…they know that Ann is just a facade…they-“

“Then let me come home…I want to be home…with you…”

His jaw twitched, “Goddess-“

“I’m not just a toy,” she said quickly, cutting him off as her lip began to quiver.  She hurriedly pushed herself away from him and up the bed, “I don’t want to do this anymore, Brendan…aren’t you tired of this?”

He sucked in on his cheeks and looked away from her, defeat coating the air, “of course I’m tired of it, goddess…don’t you think I wish it was you in my bed every night?  Don’t you think I wish that when the boys have nightmares and ask for mommy in the middle of the night, you were there and not Ann?  They won’t let her touch them.  They won’t allow her to be part of their lives because they know that all she is to me is live-in cattle.  But Ann doesn’t want you home, Lindsey, we’ve gone over this.”

“In nine years all you’ve taken is an arm and a leg, Brendan,” she spat, “nine years.  I’ve given you our sons.  I-we’re going to have a daughter in two month-“

“Don’t you think I know that?” he growled, cutting her off as he stood, “don’t you think I know how messed up this all is, Lindsey?  I want you home.  I do.  The boys want you home.  I DON’T WANT TO RAISE ANOTHER CHILD WITHOUT YOU!”

“If you really felt that way then you would have told Ann to go to hell.”

“She knows too much,” he hissed, “she knows all about my operations…she could make sure that I never saw life outside of a prison, Lindsey.  She could make sure the kids were taken away and that I never saw them again.”

“Then put her on the menu…”

“I-I can’t…”

“Then get out of my room…” she growled, “I don’t know why I thought you would have changed after my fling with Lee…but you haven’t.  Tell Barnes and Rogers you’re done…I’ll go back to the floor.  There are plenty of men with this kind of kink…”

“If another man touches you, I’ll kill them!” he promised.

“No, you won’t,” she spat, “just like you won’t touch Lee…because this is what I want…and you promised that you would always listen to me…remember?”

“Lindsey!”

“Get out, Brendan…”

“You’re taking her!”

Her arms crossed protectively over her chest, and she rolled her eyes, “I don’t want him here.”

“Well, you are no longer welcome at the dollhouse, Lindsey!” Bucky growled from his spot at his desk, “we don’t put up with those sorts of things.”

“I don’t want to be alone,” he mumbled sadly as his eyes fluttered shut.  Goddess watched as the lawyer’s eyes fought against the powder she’d mixed in with his own party favors.  His hand slid down her frame and stopped over her stomach.  The baby kicked against his hand, “y-you’re pregnant…it’s so hot, goddess…”

“You’re tired, Mike!” she whispered softly, petting his short hair.  The lawyer looked up at her through thick lashes, confusion crossing his features if only for a moment until she stroked his warm cheek, “get some sleep…”

“You’re su-such a good woman,” he muttered, “if-if this was my baby, I’d treat you so good.  Y-you wouldn’t even be in a place like this…”

“But it’s not!”

She barely recognized how hollow her own voice had sounded. 

“I know,” he frowned, eyes trailing back down to her stomach, “but we could pretend…right?  I-I know that you would take Bodecker up here and that weirdo has a kink of playing cops and robbers…di-did you roleplay with him?  Or-or is that why the two of you stopped?  Got too frisky and tried to rail you while he pretended to arrest you.”

“Go to sleep, Mike.”

“I-I’m not tired,” he lied, fighting against his own exhausted eyes once more, “I-I wanna stay up with you…play house…we-we can pretend that-“

“No…”

His brow furrowed as he looked back up at her, “No?  Y-you girls don’t say no.  Why are you being mean to me Goddess?”

Her jaw twitched as she fought back the urges she’d felt in her first two pregnancies…urges that had normally made her stomach turn, but when she was pregnant, was like her own personal high.  It was the reason Brendan had two identical bite marks; one on his ass and one on his inner thigh. 

Her eyes focused in on the lean muscle on the lawyer’s thigh. 

His cum was already drying against it, and that would make his lightly sheened skin taste all the more salty, but she didn’t mind. 

“Mike…”

“Yeah goddess?”

“Do you think that maybe…I could make it up to you?”

“Hmm?”

She shifted until she was out of his reach, and she pushed him onto his back, before sliding down his chest, “let me make it up to you then, Mike…me being mean…”

“Y-you wanna make it up to me?”

“Mhmm…”

He smiled as her hands trailed down his chest.  His cock started to twitch once more, already hardening again as she placed herself between his thighs. 

One hand gripped his length and began pumping him, while the other searched along his thigh for just a plump enough piece of flesh. 

She started kissing along the lean frame of the lawyer, and he frowned, watching her sink lower on his body until her lips were just a few inches above and to the outside of his knee. 

“Wh-what are you doing baby?”

“Just playing…” she offered, pressing another kiss to the skin that was made up of just enough muscle and the slightest bit of fat.  She watched as his eyes fluttered shut once more when her other hand reached up and started playing with his balls.  His hands went down into her hair and when he moaned again, his eyes fluttering shut once more, she took her chance.

“She took a chunk out of his thigh, Kemp,” Steve Rogers growled at the doctor.  When he didn’t react, Steve slammed his hand down heavily on the desk, causing Goddess to jump, “God DAMN IT, KEMP!”

“I didn’t ask that you call him!”

“Well, we can’t get ahold of your sister,” Bucky grunted, “ever since Steve called Hansen out and he beat the shit out of the magician then bought Angel out they’ve been off the grid.”

Her eyes snapped to his, “you tried calling Jen?”

“Don’t worry, she doesn’t know of you and the cannibal corpse’s similar tastes,” Bucky grumbled, instinctively looking away from the couple, “but Steve and I are in agreement with this…either he takes you or we’re turning you over to the authorities…as of now, we have our asses covered.  Bodecker has a soft spot for you so he’s making sure Weiss doesn’t file a report.  Cho took care of it to make him think that he just took too much drugs and stumbled out of the dollhouse then got attacked by a dog…she already altered the bite so that it doesn’t look human.”

“Then problem solved,” Brendan began, his hand running through his hair, “I mean-“

“We know that she had this taste because of you, Kemp!”

“Bunny-“

“No,” she said firmly, pushing away from the wall where she stood to go towards Goddess, “she wasn’t like this before you, Kemp….but I know what happened on those little getaway trips to your workshop when you found out she was pregnant.  I know how you conditioned her to crave what you do…just like I know about how you let her do something to you that no one else ever has.”

He paled before looking at his Goddess, “L-Lindsey…”

“What is she talking about?” Bucky asked, shooting daggers at Kemp.

“What are you keeping from us, Bunny?”

“You promised-“

“And you promised me that you had it under control,” Bunny replied as she pulled her younger counterpart into her arms, ignoring how the bits of blood stained her clothes, “you told me that you were okay…that you could contain it…”

“I-I thought I could,” she whimpered, shaking her head, “Bunny, I-“

“Tammy told me you got GHB from her…that’s why he wasn’t able to fight you off completely…” she told her softly, “you broke too many rules, Linds….I can’t let you put Steve and James in that position…he’s done this to you…he’s continued to knock you up and condition you to crave it…he needs to own up to the responsibility he has…”

“What the hell is going on here?” Steve growled, suddenly realizing there was much more going on beneath his nose that he’d ever imagined.

“The house upstate…my workshop…th-that’s the only place I could take you,” He admitted nervously as he looked at the woman that he really had trained to be the perfect woman for him, “I-I can’t stay there all the time with you, Goddess…but that-that’s the only place I have…”

“I want the kids there with me.”

“But Ann-“

“Fuck Ann,” Goddess spat, “if you want me to leave with you then you tell me right now you put her in that basement the second you get the chance…I-I’ll let them do what they want with me otherwise…but I’m not playing second fiddle anymore, Brendan…it’s me or Ann.”

“Okay…” he replied after a moment, “I get it…”

“No…I don’t think you do,” she said firmly, “I want you to take me home…and then tonight when you go back to her, I want you to tell her that you are taking her on a surprise vacation…then drug her.  After she’s out, you tell the boys that we’re finally going to be a family and you have them pack a bag.  And you drive them to me.  If she’s not in the basement, her auction started by the time sunrise hits…if I’m not hugging my sons by the time the sun peaks over the tree line, if the first thing I don’t hear about on the news is you burning down the life you had with her, and that house engulfed in flames, then I’m disappearing, Brendan.  And then, I’ll do what I always told you…I’ll hunt her down, and kill her.  And then I’ll come after you.  You taught me all of your tricks, Brendan…I love you…but I’m done pretending that we aren’t the same.  You made me…now you choose how this ends.”

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[onceuponastory]

gut feeling - steve kemp

I'm starvin', darlin' Let me put my lips to something Let me wrap my teeth around the world. Start carvin’, darlin’ I wanna smell the dinner cooking Wanna feel the edges start to burn. - eat your young by hozier

Plot: After a young woman goes missing, Detective Y/N interviews one of the last people to see her alive...Plastic Surgeon Steve Kemp. Warnings: Steve being a creep (he’s a warning) who taunts, lightly threatens and tries to manipulate the reader. Mentions of someone going missing... as well as what Steve does to people in Fresh. There’s no direct references to cannibalism, but we know he is one, so I tried to weave it in a little. Please use your own discretion. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know! A/N: So. I’ve had Hozier’s new song Eat Your Young on repeat, and it gave me Steve Kemp vibes, so here’s something I wrote for him.

Not beta’d, so any mistakes are my own.

“Take a seat there please, Doctor Kemp.” Y/N gestures to the chair opposite her. “Can I get you some water or anything?”

“Please, call me Steve, Detective.” The man smiles, doing as she asks. “And no, thank you. I’ll be alright.” Despite the smile, charm and dizzying good looks, which she knows have already made most of the women in the station go crazy… it has little effect on Y/N. A local woman has gone missing, and since one of her last known locations was doctor Kemp’s office, they’ve brought him in for routine questioning. But from the first moment he stepped in the door, the hair on the back of Y/N’s neck pricked up. Even now, something deep in her gut is telling her that something is wrong with him, and that he may know more than he’s letting on. After being in this job for so long, she knows when to trust her gut. “Now, how can I help?”

“We’re hunting for a missing person, Doctor.” Steve’s smile falters a little at her refusal to call him by her name, or to act like they’re friends. She knows people like him, people who pretend to be charming and hide behind a smile like to pretend they’re in control, and have everyone wrapped around their finger. The last thing they want is to lose that control.

“Ah yes, that student, right?” He interrupts her. “Such a shame, isn’t it?” 

“Yes.” She nods. “She came to you for a consultation a few days before she went missing, correct?” She passes over a photo of the girl. The doctor peers down at the picture, studying it intently.

“Yes, I remember her.” A small flicker of a smile crosses his lips, one that sets her alarm bells off even more. “She needed…quite a lot of work done, to be honest. At least three, four surgeries?” The way he speaks about this woman and her body like she’s some piece of meat makes Y/N’s stomach churn. Creep. “I was prepared to do it though, and she was committed to having it done. Sorry Detective, but I can’t help.” He even leans back in his chair, as if that’s it all over, and he’s free to go.

“I wouldn’t say that. Did she mention anything about wanting to run away? Or someone she’d met, perhaps a new boyfriend she was doing this for?”

“What, do you think she’ll spill her problems out to her doctor?” He chuckles. Y/N doesn’t laugh.

“It’s just a question, Doctor. Maybe you asked her why she was undergoing the surgery during your consultation. After all, you were one of the last people to see her before she disappeared.” 

“I know.” He snaps, with a huff. For a moment, it’s as if his mask slips. The charming, smiling doctor is gone, and the true man beneath is revealed. And it startles Y/N a little. Yet, in the blink of an eye, he’s back to the same way he was before - charming, and like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. “No, she didn’t tell me anything. I just made an appointment for her in a few weeks’ time, and sent her on her way. That’s all.” 

“Are you sure there’s nothing else? Maybe a comment that sounded weird, or something else she mentioned?” He raises a brow, studying her.

“Why, Detective? Are you accusing me of lying to you?” Although he’s calm, Y/N knows exactly what he’s doing - he’s testing the water to see what they have on him, if she’s all bark but no bite. And regrettably, Y/N doesn’t have anything else connecting him to the woman. All she has is a gut feeling telling her not to trust Doctor Kemp. Although it’s never let her down before, she can’t solve a case based on that alone.

“Not at all, Doctor. Just trying to solve this case and bring her home. You’d be surprised how much information people brush aside at first, not knowing how important it actually is.” She states. He nods, yet continues to study her curiously. His gaze fixed on her makes Y/N feel even more uneasy. She wonders what he’s thinking. If only she knew.

“You know, it’s admirable how committed you are to helping people.” He speaks finally. Y/N shrugs.

“I could say the same about you, Doctor.” Strangely, her words seem to make him laugh, and she frowns.

“That’s not why I’m a doctor.” When she raises a brow, he continues. “I’m just so fascinated by it all. The human body is a very powerful thing, Detective…and I like making sure it’s in top form. It’s incredibly important to me that people reach their full potential.” He smirks at her again then, like he’s noticed her unease around him, and how she doesn’t trust him… but if he has done something, he knows she can’t do anything to pin this to him. Y/N registers her heart beating ever so slightly faster. Whether or not he had something to do with her disappearance aside, he’s pretty fucking creepy. “Now…are we quite finished? I do have patients to see.”

“Well, we might need to make further enquiries. Let me give you my card, and you can call me if you remember anything else, or if she gets in contact.” As she roots around for it, he speaks once more.

“I would just hate for any problems to be caused. After all, I am an established doctor, and on the medical board.” He points out. Immediately, she registers the smug, condescending tone in his voice. One which warns her that he can ruin her entire life with one phone call if she goes any further with trying to pin this on him.

“I know.” She snaps, harsher than she meant. Despite how uneasy she feels around him, his threats don't scare her. 

“I’m glad to see we understand each other then.” He smirks. Prick. As she shows him out, he turns back to her. “Goodbye, Detective.” He smirks. “Good luck with solving your case.” She murmurs goodbye. As he disappears, her coworker walks up to her.

“So…?” She asks. Y/N’s jaw clenches. 

“I think he’s guilty as hell.”

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Friends

Fandom: Fresh

Written For: Sebastian Stan Bingo 

A/N: I do not own the pictures used, Anaya belongs to me. Any and all feedback is greatly appreciated. Please note this is a work of fiction, just because something is written doesn’t mean I as a writer agree with or condone it. Thank You. Any mistakes are my own.

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Beta’d by: @endlesstwanted​. Thank you so much for working with me. 

Summary: Anaya has had a pretty rough life, finding a shred of light in a dark world. A year after her light died, she bumps into someone else.

Word Count: 3,749

Pairings: Steve Kemp x OFC

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, death, mentions of illness, flashback, kidnapping, blood, violence, Mentions of cannibalism, drinking and smut 

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Anaya flipped through the memories on her phone; it had been a year since her best friend died, leaving her all alone. 

Anaya had never been good at making friends, coming from an abusive childhood she tended to keep to herself. When she turned eighteen she moved as far away from her parents as she could, meeting Kenzi shortly after. 

At first they were just roommates in a dorm: Anaya minded her own business, and Kenzi eventually started dragging Anaya to parties and school events. When they graduated, Kenzie had asked Anaya to move in with her. Anaya had said yes. 

After a few months the two were inseparable, Kenzi knew all of Anaya’s secrets and childhood, and Anaya knew hers; or so she thought. 

Everything felt great to Anaya, finally happy to have a friend in such a cruel world. However, Kenzi got sick. 

The sickness spread fast and just when they thought she was getting better, it hit her again, only harder this time. She tossed the phone down, tears filling her eyes.

Anaya had broken down, kept herself in their house whenever she wasn’t working or getting food. 

She was at the grocery store getting a few things when she bumped into someone. “Sorry.” 

“Not a problem, it was completely my fault.” The man smirked at her. “I’m Steve.” 

She gave a half nod. “Okay,” she started to walk away. 

“What’s your name?” Steve got in front of her. 

“I don’t give out my name unless I’m at work.” 

“And where is that? I’m a cosmetic surgeon.” 

Anya sighed. “Look, I get that you’re being friendly, but don’t. I don’t do the whole friendship thing.” 

“Everyone needs at least one friend.” Steve shrugged and smiled at her. 

*Flash Back*

“Come on, everyone needs at least one friend.” Kenzi nudged her roommate. “Look, I don’t want to show up at a frat party alone.” 

“Why?” Anaya looked up from her book.

“Because, they might take advantage of me.” Kenzi shrugged. 

“Then don’t go.” Anaya rolled her eyes. 

“Anaya, we have been in this dorm together for a few months, I don’t know why you keep to yourself but I think you should live a little, at least sometimes.” 

“Not my thing.” 

“Please. Come on, at least give me a chance.”

“Fine, but I’m telling you now. I don’t know how to ‘live’ or be a friend.” 

Kenzi jumped up. “Yes! It’s okay, I’ll teach you.” 

*Present* 

Anaya shook her head. “Not me.” She walked off. 

When she got home she put her groceries up and started a microwavable dinner, browsing her phone while she waited. 

It had been a few weeks since her last one night stand, and she continued swiping away guys while she ate. After a while she sighed and sat the phone down. 

If Kenzi were still around, she would tell her to go out. She was off work the next two days, anyways. 

Anaya stared at the pictures of her friend. “I don’t need to go out, not tonight. I need you here, why did you have to go? Why couldn’t it have been me?” 

She was cleaning up her house when she came across an old bag, it had been a gift from Kenzi. Something she kept, but had never used. Deciding to start using it, she grabbed her current bag and sat down to start switching things over. 

First she looked in to make sure it was empty, finding an envelope. She pulled it out; on it was her name in Kenzi’s handwriting. She wondered why she didn’t notice it before and then decided to open it, inside there was a letter. 

Anaya, 

          You found me! Look I know why you're reading this, I died. I don’t know how long I’ve been gone, knowing you probably a year. I mean, it’s a great bag, why are you just now using it? I’m getting off topic. Before I make you hate me (you can’t, I’m dead): you can’t do what you did in college. I know you were bullied and abused, but there are great people out there (like me) and you need at least one friend, someone you can settle down with and grow old (quit with the one night stands, it upset me in college and you can’t do it now. Don’t make me haunt you). Man this is getting long, sorry. I just want to make sure you keep living, for me. Now this is where you start to hate me (but you’re not allowed, cause I’m dead and it gives me a pass.) I knew I was going to die, so it’s not your fault. (Seriously, I know you, you probably think you’re cursed. You’re not!) See, when I was younger I was very sick. In and out of hospitals my whole childhood, like you, only for different reasons, and I’m sorry I never told you. You see, we thought we got rid of it and I finally got to leave for college and met you. I knew when I saw you that you needed a friend. When I got sick, I knew it was my past coming back but I couldn’t tell you, so I wrote this. Anaya, I need you to go out and keep trying the world isn’t always cruel. Not everyone is like your family. Keep walls up if you have to, but at least try to meet someone. And I know you’re going to ignore me about the one night stands, just be careful and stay away from the weird ones (let’s not repeat what happened in college.)

                                             Love, Kenzie. P.S. I miss you too

Anaya wiped the tears from her face and folded the letter back up, sticking it in front of Kenzie’s picture. “Bitch.” She grabbed her wallet, keys, and then went out the door. 

She headed to the bar, not planning on doing anything except drinking. She was working on her second jack and coke when someone sat beside her. 

“Rough night?” Steve spoke, his voice soft and sweet. 

She couldn’t believe she was seeing him again -perhaps it was fate, but she didn’t really believe in all that. She took a sip before deciding to respond. “Rough life.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” He flagged the bartender. “I’ll have an old fashioned.” 

“It happens, life can’t be all rainbows for everyone.” Anaya shrugged. 

Steve chuckled. “I suppose you’re right, but surely it can’t be bad all the time.” 

“I had a flash of goodness.” 

“What happened?”

She thought a moment, wondering if she should just tell him to fuck off. Sure, he seemed nice enough, but the last time she let someone in she got hurt. “My best friend died.” 

“That’s awful, I’m sorry. My sister died recently.” He took a sip. 

“I’m sorry, I’m not close to my family. They don’t even know where I am.” 

“I was only close to my sister.” He took a sip. “So you don’t talk to them? Ever?” Steve tilted his head a little. 

She shook her head. “Nope.” 

“So no friends, no family.” 

Anaya shrugged. “I like being alone.” 

Steve took another sip. “Doesn’t that get lonely?” 

“Sure, but every once in a while I talk with a stranger and I’m good for a few more weeks.” 

“That sounds like a very lonely life.” 

“You can’t get hurt if you keep everyone away.” 

“I suppose you have a point, but you know it’s still nice to have a friend, someone to notice if you go missing.” 

She rolled her eyes, it was the same speech Kenzi used to give her. “I’ll keep that in mind.” She gave a half smile, standing up and walking away. 

She was almost to her car when she was grabbed from behind. When she slammed her head back, the other person’s grip got tighter. She struggled more, only to have her head slammed against something. 

When she came back, she was in a small room. Getting up, she looked around: there was a twin sized bed and a wooden chair. “Just great.” She tried the door, sighing when it wouldn’t budge. 

Instead of panicking, she started to think of an escape plan. She wasn’t sure who grabbed her but she was sure she could probably hit them hard enough with the chair. Anaya was picturing Steve. She was pretty sure it had been him, just not a hundred percent. 

The moment she heard the door unlocking she moved, standing behind the wooden chair. 

“Oh, you’re finally awake.” A man she had never met smiled at her. 

She gripped the chair. “What do you want with me?” 

The man shrugged. “I haven’t fully decided. That will be based on your behavior. I overheard you at the bar saying you had no one, making you the perfect target. Are you hungry?” 

She quickly lifted the chair and swung it. Once the man was down, she ran, but the man grabbed her leg causing her to fall, her head hitting hard on the floor. She could taste blood in her mouth. 

“Fucking bitch!” The man drug her back, rolling her on her back. He stood and leaned over her. “That was not nice.” 

She spit blood in his face. “Neither is kidnapping.” 

He pulled her up by her hair. “Now you’ve done it.” He drug her up some stairs and into a room covered in plastic. 

She jammed her elbow into his ribs, he let go and she took off again, slamming the door in his face. She headed to the front door, she had just made it when she heard him behind her. She turned the knob and mentally kicked herself when it turned out to be locked. 

The man laughed. “Like I didn’t prepare for you trying to escape.” 

She took off again, getting to the kitchen she grabbed a knife. “Stay away!” 

“Okay.” The man grinned and pulled a gun from behind him. “So you’ve decided your fate.” 

She gripped the knife tighter. “Shoot me, or let me go.” 

“Is that really what you want? This is how you choose to die? Put the knife down, let’s go back to your room and maybe I will feed you after your punishment.” 

“Go to hell!” She threw the knife and ducked down behind the counter. 

“You missed.” 

She crawled around when she heard him start walking, quickly crawling to a different room and hid. 

“Come out, come out wherever you are.” He was in the same room as her. “You can’t hide forever.” She could hear him moving things around. “Maybe if you come out and beg for your life, I’ll let you live one more day.” She held her breath as his footsteps got closer. 

She was just about to give up when she heard shuffling and things dropping. 

“Who the fuck are you?!” Her kidnapper yelled. 

She peeked out from the closet and Steve stood over the man, a smirk on his face. “That’s not important.” Steve looked over and made eye contact with her. “Get out of here. Don’t worry, the cops are on their way.” 

She stepped out. “Are you coming?” 

“I will leave after the cops show, you need to get to the hospital.” He reached in his pocket and handed her a paper. “That’s my number, you don’t have to keep it or use it, but I want you to have it.” 

“How did you find me?” She carefully took the paper and stuck it in her pocket. 

“Honestly, I saw him leave after you. I followed him, caught up to him just in time to see him throw you in his truck and leave. I followed him in my car and then lost him, so I called the cops and gave them his license plate number while I continued searching for him.”

She gave a slight nod. “Well, thanks.” She quickly took off outside, not stopping until she was far enough away. 

When she got home, she caught herself sitting on her couch and looking at the paper. Maybe having a friend could come in handy. She wasn’t fully sure about his story, though. 

She sat the paper down and grabbed a drink, a few drinks down later she picked the paper up and dialed the number. 

She wasn’t expecting him to pick up but he did in two rings, “hello?” 

“Hi, it’s Anaya. You, uh saved me recently.” 

“I remember, are you doing okay?” 

She started pacing her living area. “Uh, yeah. I was thinking maybe we can get a drink sometime, as my way of thanking you.” 

Steve chuckled. “That sounds great. This Friday?” 

“Yeah, seven work for you?” She bit her lip. 

“I can do seven, text me where.” 

She let out her breath, not even realizing she had been holding it. “Okay, sure.” Once she hung up the phone she plopped down on her couch and looked at the picture of her best friend. 

“I can’t promise to let him in, Kenz, but for you I will try.” She took the last sip and passed out. 

Friday came faster than she had hoped, having almost canceled several times. She couldn’t promise herself to make a friend, but the guy had saved her and he was pretty good looking, she could probably at least use him as a one night stand. 

She spent hours trying to find the perfect outfit, finally deciding on a tight blue dress and her hair up. For make up she put on mascara, light blue eyeshadow and some lip gloss. She looked at herself one last time before leaving. 

Steve was already sitting at the bar when she got to the location, her hand paused on the handle as she bit her bottom lip. Taking a deep breath, she finally headed over to him.

“Hello.” She gave him a friendly smile. 

He looked over, stood and hugged her. “You look stunning.” 

“Thank you. You look pretty great yourself.” She noticed his suit as they sat down beside each other. 

“Not that I'm complaining, but what made you change your mind?” 

“Who says I did?” Anaya smiled, pressing her lips to the glass. 

“Well,” Steve chuckled. “You called me, then asked me out.”

“I do believe I said it was for saving me, maybe after this I plan on never seeing you again.” Anaya took a drink. 

“I’m hard to forget.” 

“Is that so?” She chuckled. 

“It is, and you know I never got your name.” 

“Anaya, my name is Anaya.” 

“It's nice to officially meet you, Anaya.” 

A few drinks later, Anaya and Steve were walking into her house. Their bodies entwined together as she unlocked the door and went inside. Steve kicked the door shut, deepening the kiss. A few moments later she broke the kiss, grabbed his hand, and led him to the bedroom. 

She shut her bedroom door and began undressing. “Is this too fast for you?” She paused, her hands on her underwear. 

Steve chuckled and bit his lip. “Not at all. However I will admit I wasn’t expecting this.” 

Anaya shrugged. “I may not have friends, but I do enjoy the occasional one night stand.” 

“Ah, so that’s all this is?” Steve pulled her to him and kissed her neck, then the top of her breast. 

“It is.” She pushed him down on the bed and straddled him, his hands instantly going to her hips and gripping tightly. 

He kissed her, rolling and putting her beneath him. He broke the kiss, standing and undressing and then getting back on top of her, taking her hands and pinning them above her. He leaned down and kissed her again, then moved to her neck, down to her breast, to her stomach. 

He bit the inside of her thigh, causing her to give a soft moan. He moved one of his hands to her breasts, squeezing as his tongue entered her. 

She bit her bottom lip when she felt his tongue, her hands staying put above her head as she let him take control. A moan escaped from her as his tongue moved around, her hands moving to her sides, gripping the sheets. 

He licked up from her stomach to her breast; squeezing one as he began to suck on the other, switching after a moment. 

She let out another moan as she wrapped her arms and legs around him. He bit down hard on her neck, causing her to dig her nails into his back, so he gave a low growl and looked at her. 

She leaned up and kissed his lips, kissed his neck before biting down just as hard as he had. 

She grinned at him as she shoved and rolled, putting herself back on top of him. She placed one hand on his chest then moved down, gripping his cock and stroking as she leaned down and kissed him. Once she felt him twitch, she moved down and licked up his stomach, a moan escaping from him. 

Anaya smirked and lined herself with him, sitting down. His hands gripped her hips tightly as she began to move slowly, both of her hands on his chest. Their nails were digging into each other as she moved faster. 

One of his hands moved from her hip to her hair, gripping a handful and pulling as he started to bounce her. She moaned as her head was moved back, tightening herself around him and causing him to growl. 

Her nails scratched down his chest as they picked up the pace, another moan escaping her. He pulled her hair again, this time rolling over. His other hand moved to her throat as he rammed inside her. 

She wrapped herself around him as he slammed into her once more, her head lifting back, her nails digging into his back. He grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head,slamming into her again. Her legs dropped down to the bed and he slammed in her again, making her knees come up and her toes curl as she let out a loud moan. 

His free hand went back to her throat as he continued, ramming into her harder than before, a moan escaping both of them. 

“Fuck!” She screamed as he went harder, her fists clenching as she felt herself about to release.

Her legs dropped as she finally did, he slammed into her a few more times before pulling out and releasing as well. He stayed there for a moment, catching his breath. 

“Wanna, uh. Want to get up so I can go get cleaned up?” 

“Let me help you.” He smirked. 

“Okay, but I’m gonna hop in the shower. You’re welcome to join me.” 

After the shower, he followed her to the kitchen. “Would you like some tea?” 

“Sure.” He started to look around. 

She was almost done with the tea when he picked up a picture. “Kenzi.” It was barely a whisper but it was enough to make her look at him. 

“What?” She turned to face him. 

“This girl in this picture, is that your best friend?” 

She nodded and handed him a cup as he set the frame back down. “The one and only.” 

“Did she ever mention me?” He made eye contact with Anaya. “I’m Brendan.” 

“I thought your name was Steve?” Anaya arched her brow. 

“Brendan Steve Kemp.” He sighed and set the cup down. “Kenzi was my sister.” 

“The one that wasn’t at her funeral. Yeah, she talked about you, great things actually. Wanted us to meet.” 

“She didn’t want me at her funeral because she knew it would cause trouble with our parents.” Steve shrugged. “I should have gone anyway.” 

“Look, I completely understand wanting to do as she said.” Anaya took a sip of her tea as she thought of what to say next. “Maybe we can be friends after all.” 

Steve’s lips tightened before he smiled. “Sure.” 

“Sure? I’m sorry, wasn't the whole point of all this to prove to me that you wanted to be in my life?” 

“Actually no.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m not really a great person. I picked you specifically because you are alone.” 

She set her cup down and backed away from him. “That's sounding very murderous of you.” 

“Probably, because I was going to gain your trust, get you to my place, drug you and keep you locked up as I slowly cut you up and ate you; as well as sold some of your meat to other people that would eat you too.” He shrugged as he picked up his tea cup and took a sip. 

“And you’re not, now? Even though you just told me your plans?” She backed up to her counter, her hand trying to find a knife without breaking eye contact with him. 

“I like you, and that was before I realized you knew my sister.I will admit that liking you wasn’t going to change the outcome.” He paused. “Kenzi did, she would never forgive me if I killed her best friend.” 

“She’s not here anymore.” 

He nodded. “True, but that doesn’t change the fact.” He set the cup down and moved closer, his body pressed against hers as he grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back. “I’m not going to do any of that, and I would very much like to be your friend.” He paused. “However, if you tell on me or even try to, for that matter, not only will I get away with the accusations but I will find you and kidnap you too.” 

“So you expect me to just go along with everything? Be friends, like I don't know you’re some cannibalistic freak?” 

Steve chuckled. “Think of it this way, I will protect you like she did, only I can do it better.” 

Anaya looked away from him, he had made a point and was offering to let her live. All she had to do was keep his secret. “Did she know?”

“She did. And even though she disapproved, she kept the secret.” He grinned. “However she did try to get me to find your parents, but didn’t actually want to, so she never gave me names.” 

Anaya looked back at him. “You know? She told you, about me?” 

“A few minor details.” He moved one of his hands to her chin. “I can protect you.” 

“Fine, I will be your friend. As long as you don’t try to turn me into a cannibal.” 

Steve laughed. “Deal.”

#fresh #sebastian stan #steve kemp #brendan steven kemp #darkfic #OFC #steve kemp x ofc #Smut

[girasolreves]

I really do love cotton candy grapes 🍇 🤭

Fresh (2022)

#fresh 2022 #rewatch time #I’ve lost count #I wonder if Hulu can tell me how many times I’ve watched this #brendan steven kemp #Steve kemp #sebastian stan #cannibal daddy #mimi cave

[gothidecorem]

The fun part of making a scenepack is all the screenshots you can get cx

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[xcaptain-winterx]

Steve Kemp: Time to sin AU

Time to sin Masterlist

• coming soon

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[the-winter-witcher]

Heads Will Roll is an absolute banger but now every time I hear it all I can picture is dancing with Steve while he smirks at your naivety in not realising how literal the song is for him

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[buckysboobs]

I know you have a medical kink.

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Paging Dr. Kemp

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[thebluemage]

Obsession | Steve Kemp

Pairing | Steve Kemp x dark!reader

Warning | 18+, Dark themes, mentions of cannibalism, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of murder, obsessive behavior, a shitty ex-boyfriend, mentions of stalking, mentions of vandalism, mentions of assault, gaslighting, manipulation. Steve Kemp (he’s a warning on his own!)

Summary | When you have a chance encounter with Steve, you wonder who he actually is.

Word Count | 1614

A/N | So, I wanted to dabble into writing dark fics with dark!reader and what better character than Steve Kemp (my husband) to write it out!! Surprise, this is also the first chapter of my first series!! I got inspired by @extremelyblackandwhite and it gave me an idea to write for it as well. Beta’d by the lovely @lunarbuck, but all mistakes are my own. Banner & divider made by @vase-of-lilies. If y’all enjoy it, leave some feedback, comment and reblog. I’d really appreciate it!! 💗

Masterlist | Obsession - Steve Kemp series

‘You’re an obsession, you’re my obsession. Who do you want me to be to make you sleep with me?’ - Animotion

It was early afternoon when you entered your local bookshop, taking in the sight of the wooden bookshelves as you smelled the scent of old yet valuable paper and books. It’s your safe haven amongst the turbulence you experienced several years ago.

The second you laid eyes on him in your local bookshop, you knew that he was the one. The stranger is handsome and exactly your type. There's something intriguing about him, an all encompassing energy that surrounds him. And you couldn’t help but be entranced by it. There’s an aura of mystery and magnetism that inexplicably pulls you towards him as your eyes drift to his tall frame. He picks up several books and flips through the pages of it on the wooden shelves, moving from aisle to aisle. You subtly follow the stranger around until he reaches the classics where you’ve also been to check out.

He halts when he makes it to the letter B, his eyes roaming from side to side around on the high shelf. You’re amazed with how he’s dressed and the way he looks. His dark brown hair is neatly combed and properly parted to the side. He’s wearing a pink sweater with a brown jacket on top combined with some jeans. It seems like he is looking for a specific book. The handsome stranger picks up Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë from the high shelf near the beginning of the aisle.

Since the breakup with your ex-boyfriend, something has snapped within you. You can’t really explain what it is, but you always feel the need to be around someone, to know every single detail of their life and what they’re doing to cease the loneliness in your heart. It’s a curiosity that morbidly hinges on being intrusive and obsessive, that’s how you like to recall it. It’s been two years since you had seen him. During the breakup, an altercation ensued that led you to key his car and slash his tires out of vengeance. You didn’t stop there, you regularly stop by his apartment to ‘check’ in on him and trash his place. You’ve also tracked his whereabouts and followed him from behind, a few feet away just to see his reaction as you smiled and played dumb by telling him that it’s ‘just a coincidence’ that you bumped into him. Because your ex-boyfriend was, frankly, an asshole. Maybe, this was the kind of revenge that you needed to act out on; as payback for going through the assault that you endured with him during the five years you’d been together. In your eyes, he deserves it. You reported him many times before to the police and he was arrested with multiple charges on his part.

Your ex didn’t report you to the cops because every time he attempted to; you just put on your act as the civilized and innocent ex-girlfriend who was always the victim to his horrible actions.

“No sir, that’s ridiculous! I might be his ex-girlfriend, but I’m not capable of doing such horrendous things. I don’t even have the strength to slash his tires out. I understand that I broke up with him due to his cruel actions, but he just can’t accept that. And now, he’s taking it out on me by constantly harassing me. Check his record, he has various charges, and I’m afraid that he’ll do something to me that could bring my life into mortal peril.”

“Oh sorry, Miss! I didn’t know that. Do you want to file a restraining order against him?”

“Yes, I’d like that sir. Thank you so much!”

“Okay, that’s settled. We’ll add harassment to his record too.”

“Thank you for helping me out, sir. I appreciate that a lot.”

“No problem, Miss.”

Some things are better left unsaid. You physically moved on but you mentally aren’t able to until something or someone else came along. And luckily for you, it has.

While you’re drooling over the guy standing right next to you, you remember you’re in search of a book of your own, Persuasion by Jane Austen. But it’s on the top shelf next to him, and you aren’t able to reach it. You take a look at the man, with the book neatly tucked underneath his arm.

I gotta have him!

“You don’t strike me as the type of guy to read books by Emily Brontë,” you initiate softly with a sweet angelic tone towards his direction, eyeing him with a precious smile while you fixate your gaze to him, externally scanning him. His radiant blue eyes reach you and in an instant something is unlocked in you.

He chuckles softly at your statement. “You’d be surprised by my various interests then.”

“Hehe, that’s alright. It’s cool that you read classics like that. I find that very cultured of you,” you say complimenting him while you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Why, thank you. It’s not every day a beautiful person such as yourself compliments me on my taste in books.” He smiles while he looks down at the floor, seemingly abashed by your charm.

“You’re welcome and thank you, too!!” You gratefully declare as you shyly avert your eyes away toward the book you’re looking for.

“Are you getting something too?”

“Yeah, I’ve been trying to get to this book by Jane Austen, but I can't reach it.” You extend your arm and stand on your tiptoes to reach to the top shelf, but are unsuccessful. “I’m sorry for asking this, but could you please help me out?”

“Yes, of course! Which book is it?” He asks while looking at the shelf above him in search.

“It’s that brown leather-bound book with gold lettering embossed on it.” You inquire while you point your finger at it.

“I got you!” He extends his arm to the leather-bound book, takes it from the shelf, and hands it over to you as you take it from him.

“Thank you so much! Uhh, what’s your name?”

“Steve, I’m Steve Kemp.”

“Oh, wait… aren’t you a doctor?”

“Oh, so you heard of me? And yes, I’m a reconstructive surgeon.” He implies with a curious look in his eyes.

“Well yeah, I read a paper you wrote about the increasing trends in cosmetic surgery and its impact on the overall consciousness and self-image. It was quite interesting to read,” you answer him honestly as you tap on the cover of the book you’re holding in your hands.

“Oh, thank you. I’m so honored that my paper was read by you, a delightful soul amongst our own.” He places the palm of his hand on his chest in a lighthearted manner.

“I didn’t get your name, what can I call you?”

You tell him your name while you flatten the creases of your skirt with one hand.

“Such a beautiful name. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He sticks his hand out for you to take and then proceeds to kiss the knuckles of your tender hand.

Steve was equally enamored by you, and he couldn’t deny the attraction he felt for you. Your presence and attention is like a toxic drug for him that he couldn’t get enough of. The moment he set his eyes on you, he immediately knew that you’re perfect to him. This is rare, a very rare thought for a man like him who kidnaps women, kills them, consumes them, and sells their body parts to his customers. He knows it’s unfortunate that you’ve met him, despite his instant attraction and soft spot for you. He isn’t able to subdue his appetite and is desperate to know what you taste like. He promises himself that he’ll be careful with you. So, you don’t have to suffer mentally. It’ll be quick and painless. He can have it all with you, he’s sure of it.

“Do you live around here? Because I live on aisle 6, in the crime and thriller section. I just come to the classic book section and talk to random, very good-looking people that stand next to it.”

You chuckle in your head at his joke as you tilt your head sideways and contort your face a little, withholding a smile.

“That was terrible,” he states out loud, self-loathing clearly eminent in his voice.

You think his awkwardly charming behavior was cute at first, but since you have a PhD in Psychology, you don’t trust someone and their intentions so quickly anymore. Therefore you hold your guard up. You need to find out who he actually is and what he’s like. The real Steve.

“Yeah, it was kind of terrible.”

“I’m so sorry.” He immediately said as he started to back off.

“It’s fine.” You reply, while you wave your hand dismissively.

“Have a good afternoon.”

“Yeah, you too.”

Just as he is about to walk away from you, he suddenly turns around as if he has changed his mind. “You know what? Fuck it, I’m already ruining this, so I’m just gonna keep going. Do you think I can have your number?”

“Oh, yeah sure!” You answer enthusiastically in a cheerful tone.

Yes!

You exchange your number with him as he does with you.

“And as a last token of my appreciation towards you, I want to gift you that book you’re holding,” Steve answers casually.

“What? No, Steve. You don’t need to do that!”

“But I want to,” he replies as he looks at the title of your book.

“Persuasion by Jane Austen, huh,” he pauses as his shimmering eyes look at you, intrigue and awe glimmering in his gaze as if you’re the only one for him. “Well, you certainly persuaded me.”

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[abbatoirablaze]

Welcome To The Dollhouse, Kemp's Goddess

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: sexual situations, taboo relationships.

Brendan Steven Kemp was wound up so tight that nothing could get him to relax. 

Not even the ludicrous idea that one of his buddies, Freezy had offered up. 

He scoffed as he looked at the blacked-out card that his friend had given him.  The raised lettering was the only indication that there was something on the card, as the letters and the small piece of cardstock it was printed on were indistinguishable from one another.

The place looked like a hotel from the outside. 

He stood on the corner, waiting for Freezy to show up, and he couldn’t help but notice the scattered approach as a few men wandered in.  

“Coulda gone in…given them the card…a guy doesn’t just enter the building and the owners aren’t aware of who they are.”

Kemp sniffed the air. 

He didn’t need to turn around to smell the cigarette smoke from the butcher behind him, “nice of you to finally show up, Pronge…”

“That card was your invitation,” he pointed out, nodding at the small rectangle the doctor had absentmindedly been thumbing, “surprised your employer hadn’t sent one out to you…”

“They did…” he said absentmindedly, shrugging his shoulders, “just never felt like I needed it…”

“If there’s one thing in this world you need, it’s to find a pretty little piece of pussy and get laid.  You’ve got a hard job to maintain…and a lot of guys don’t…might as well enjoy it while your employers still like you.”

Kemp turned his head until he was looking at the man who stood next to him.  Pronge dropped the cigarette and waited for his response.

“You’re vulgar…you know that?”

“Being vulgar would have been if I told you to eat the little slut…and then eat her the way you do other women…”

“They know of my…tastes?”

“There are far worse men then you in there…hell, some of the girls will probably offer themselves up as a personal feast once they know…”

Kemp narrowed his eyes at his friend, “what?”

“The Dollhouse started when Barnes and Rogers knocked down a sex ring that ran all through the globe…but the girls…didn’t want to leave…” he said with another shrug, “then more showed up…so they started inviting some others by…word got around in some of the dark corners…and well…the dollhouse became a thing.  It’s invitation only, so you know…”

“But the girls…”

“You’ll see,” he replied in short.  He nudged his friend, “come on…let me show you around while I find someone to…take the edge off…who knows…maybe the girl I like is freed up.”

The men walked in silence, heading up to the establishment.  Kemp noticed that there were cameras nearly everywhere, and while he could see the windows and doors, he couldn’t actually see into the building, even after he’d stepped under the awning. 

He followed Pronge, stopping as he knocked on the large, double doors. 

After a moment they opened, and they were discreetly led inside. 

Kemp was surprised by the sheer number of women relaxing in the main foyer alone.  Off to the left, he could see a bar and various areas for seating.  Further back, he could see a trio of stages, where women were entertaining. 

Before he could investigate the right side, Pronge was pulling him to the left.  A pair of men nodded at them, and Pronge returned it, “new member Kemp.”

“Pronge!”

“They’re…security…” he said quietly as they approached.  The second man nodded at Brendan, “he wants your card.”

“Why?”

“New members usually scope out the talent on the left, before heading off to the right…” he replied, “plus…since you have your own…status…and you’re not mooching off mine, they’ll want a card.  After that, you’ll be fine.”

Kemp huffed but handed off the card without question.  The men nodded, and retreated, the card in hand. 

“That’s it?”

“That’s it…welcome to the dollhouse, bud.”

“Isn’t that-“

“Don’t ask a question you know the answer to,” Pronge said simply as he nursed the beer and watched the dancers.

“I-I mean, I know that you told me before we got here, but I guess I just didn’t believe it,” he shrugged, “I mean…they’re superheroes…”

“They started the dollhouse,” he reminded him, “you’ll see em from time to time.  Don’t approach them, and they won’t approach you…only real reason to talk to them is if you got business with em.  If you wanna sponsor a girl…”

“And that-“

Kemp had started pointing out another well-to-do member of society when Pronge cut him off with a look, “Rule one…don’t ask questions.  A lot of the guys here know each other in one way or another.  And they aren’t always on the side that’s deemed ‘wrong.’  You’ll see a lot of people…stop fucking asking questions before they think you’re going to go against the rules.  Discretion, Kemp.  You should know that.”

“I-I won’t fuck up, Pronge.  I jus-“

“Don’t…” Pronge said forcefully, “just don’t, Kemp…”

Brendan noticed one of the heads turning towards him and the breath stole away in his chest. 

One of the super soldiers was eyeing him down.  Before he could so much as move a muscle, the superhero in question had pushed the girl off his lap and was stalking towards him. 

Bucky Barnes looked even more intimidating in person. 

 “New member.”

The words seemed to strike him through the chest like a bolt of lightning.  All he could do was nod as the stoic superhero stared down at him in his chair.

There was a stare down as both men seemed to watch the other for any weaknesses. 

Kemp gave the man an awkward smile.

“Dr. Kemp,” Bucky smiled, holding out his right hand to the younger man, “glad you finally accepted the invitation.”

“Y-you know who I am?”

He chuckled, his baritone sending a matching up with the vibrating bass of the music, “Steve and I are very careful and vet the prospective members…thoroughly.”

Kemp nodded, “I see…”

“Surprised Pronge didn’t take you to the right…this side is more…tame…I would have thought that the right side would have been…more to your…tastes…”

“Is it, now?”

“Wanted to start him off on the lighter side of the Dollhouse!” Pronge said quickly, jumping in to the conversation, “despite his…profession, Kemp here has a taste for the more…innocent side of life.”

“Hmm,” the super soldier said thoughtfully.  He nodded to himself for a moment before nodding off in another direction, “I think I might have something to your tastes then…some talent that is right up your alley.  Please, follow me, Dr. Kemp.”

Brendan stared at the innocent looking goddess who was letting another girl doll her up, “for the time being…she’s off limits…she’s not…there yet…”

His eyes snapped to the super soldier, “then why-“

“The man who is…supplementing her,” Bucky began, pointing at first to the older one, “is paying the fee for her younger sister so that they stay together…she turns eighteen in a few days…”

“So you…”

“I’m just saying,” Bucky hinted as he cut the doctor off, “she’s as pure as they come.  Never touched herself…never even kissed a man.”

Brendan felt like he was getting hot under the collar the longer he watched the young woman, “she never-“

“She’s been sheltered…the sister came to us a number of years ago…dad was a gambling fool…mother was a junkie.  She wanted something…different for her and her sister.  Something safe.”

“So, she came here?”

“Her benefactor is going to stop paying for her little sister the day she turns eighteen…and she’s aware that she’ll be on the floor with the others,” Bucky shrugged, “if you like them…innocent…she’s a perfect match…but if you’re looking for someone you can…feast o-“

“I wouldn’t touch a hair on her head!” Kemp said definitively, still awe-struck over the young woman.

“Are you interested in examining her?” Bucky asked innocently, “to see that she would be up to your standards, should you want to be her next benefactor?”

His throat tightened as he nodded, “c-can I?”

“Oh, Dr. Kemp…this is the dollhouse,” Bucky smiled, a Cheshire-catted grin making its way to his face, “there is so much you can do here.”

Bucky knocked on the window and the two women stopped.  Quickly, their smiles faded, and the elder one got the younger one in order, before they both showed up at the door to the left. 

“Angel…it’s time!”

“She-she’s not eighteen though.  She-“

Bucky held up his hand, and she quieted herself, “little doll…I have someone who is interested in being your benefactor…he’s going to take you to the exam room to see that you fit to his…specifications.  I trust that you’ll be good.”

She merely nodded, and bowed her head, showing him that she was acknowledging him.  She stepped past her older sister and lined up behind Bucky.

“Doctor Kemp…let me show you and your little doll to the exam room.”

Brendan stared at her in awe.  There was almost the whole room between them, and yet he felt like he was going to collapse. 

“A-Am I not to your liking, Doctor Kemp?”

His eyes shot away from her naked body to her eyes. The surprise that laced the spring greens sent himself into a world of wonder. 

“Yo-you’re naked!”

“Would you prefer I get dressed?” she asked cautiously, already reaching for the robe that she’d been wearing when Barnes had brought them to the room. 

“I-I just-“

“I’m sorry I am not to your liking, Doctor Kemp.  I wil-“

But he had rushed her, practically falling on his hands and knees to get to her.  His large hands encapsulated her own as he stopped her from re-dressing.

“I want to worship you!”

She was surprised to hear those words coming from his lips, “Wh-what?”

“You’re so beautiful,” he admitted, his hands falling away from hers, and falling onto her unblemished, petite hips.  She gasped as he nuzzled against her thigh, so unbearably close to her sex, “you’re so perfect…”

He felt his pants tightening.  He could smell the sweetness of her core like a fresh, ripe fruit that was waiting to be plucked and tasted. 

“S-so you want me?”

“If you’ll have me,” he moaned.  A shiver ran down her spine at his words and her thighs instinctively clenched.  He fought against every single one of his urges as he pushed himself away from her, “I-I’m sorry…I-I shouldn’t touch you.  Not until I’v-“

“Please touch me!”

The words died in his throat as he tried to hold on to what little composure he had around her, “Excuse me?”

She dropped to her knees in front of him, “I-is it wrong to want to kiss you?”

A fondness grew in his chest, the smallest of smiles playing on his lips, “you want to kiss me?”

“More than anything,” she admitted, “I-I’ve never kissed anyone…but my sister told me that when I came of age…I would have to earn my way.  Her benefactor…he won’t pay for me once I’m legal.  And I don’t want to leav-“

Butterflies danced in his belly as he pulled her towards himself, their lips clashing in a feverish state.   His head began to feel light, and a dizziness weighed on him as her lips worked perfectly against his own. 

He moaned softly as her mouth opened, allowing him access. She allowed him to have the upper hand for a moment, before her teeth nibbled on his bottom lip, tugging and nipping at the already swelling flesh.  He groaned, pulling her into his lap and eagerly grinding his hardened length against her soaked core. 

Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling on the chocolate strands.

“T-take me,” she begged softly, between the passionate kisses, “I want to be yours.”

“I’m going to worship you like the goddess you are,” he promised, laying her down gently until he was hovering over her.  He broke the kiss, and her hands went down to his pants.  She eagerly unzipped him and pulled his pants and boxer briefs down with a singular tug, “you’re mine, sweet goddess…but I belong to you, just as well…”

“Mine,” she purred against his ear.  Her lips went back to work, trailing along his cheek and jaw bone, before settling on his neck.  She began to nip at him once more, creating surefire marks for the morning, “all mine…”

“All yours!” he promised, his hips bucking up towards her.

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[onceuponastory]

"Come back to bed."

Hey Navy! Thank you for the request/inspiration! I decided to situate this in the Normal universe, cause I love that fic, and Steve being all cute and domestic for once. So here’s Steve and Reader waking up together. Also this is another classic case of: "Shit, this was meant to be a drabble!" People probably don't have to have read Normal to understand this cause it's not a huge impact on the story, but here's a link anyway.

Decided to call this little fic Early Morning, aka: Reader realises how much she loves waking up beside Steve Kemp.

As dawn breaks over the forest, the world is peaceful. In the cabin, Y/N and Steve lay in bed together, fast asleep. All the excitement, pain, and fear of the past few days are gone, and everything is serene. Instinctively, Steve scoots closer to Y/N, his arm wrapping around her waist protectively. Or perhaps the reason why Steve wants to be so close to her is because he wants to make up for lost time and show her how much he loves her, even while she sleeps.

The pair continue to sleep for a little while longer, until the sound of birds chirping cuts through Y/N's sleep, and she wakes up with a groan. Stupid birds. She turns around, a whispered “Good morning!” leaving her lips. Once she realises that Steve is still asleep beside her, she quickly shuts her mouth. Y/N stares over at Steve as the sunlight illuminates his body, and a smile crosses her lips. This is only the third day that she's woken up beside Steve Kemp, and already, she's sure that it’s one of her favourite things in the entire world. There are no prison officers and no asshole coworkers to put a stop to them. It's just the two of them, finally together after so long.

Yet, Y/N still makes sure to gently run her finger along Steve's cheek, checking that he's real, and that she's not dreaming. That she won't wake up and be back home, her new and happy life over before it even began. Steve stirs a little at her touch, but continues to sleep, his chest rising and falling with each breath. Y/N sighs happily. It's still real. She knows she should stop worrying and just enjoy this moment of tranquillity, but after the rollercoaster the past few weeks have been, what with being betrayed by Nick Fowler and then having a serial killer admitting his love for her and taking her away so they can finally be together, Y/N's learned to expect the unexpected in her life.

But she doesn't need to worry about Nick anymore, or anyone else. It's just her and Steve now. Always and forever, just like he said. And spending eternity with Steve Kemp sounds like a dream come true. Even though it's still a little weird to have him right beside her when only a few days ago, he was in a bright orange jumpsuit and handcuffs, and she was ordered to stay away from him for safety. Now, though, he looks calm and at peace. And Y/N finds herself falling even more in love. Being here with Steve by her side, and them both sharing each other's space and doing the usual couple things that they missed out on feels right, and it feels like home. In that moment, Y/N knows that she could stay by his side forever.

However, life has other plans, including a busy day for Y/N. So, she needs to get up, despite how little she wants to. And so, tries her best to wriggle out of Steve's grasp without awakening him.

"Mmm...nooo." Steve murmurs. The sound of his voice makes her jump, but the deep baritone tone in it also makes her shudder. God, how is this man so attractive? Steve grabs her wrist, gently trying to pull her back to bed and into his embrace once more. "Come back to bed." His fingers brush against her skin, and she giggles. Y/N wonders if she'll ever get used to the sensation of Steve touching her skin, and if it'll stop sending sparks through her entire body. In all honesty, she hopes it never does.

"Steve, let go! I have to see Jenna about a job, remember? I won't be gone that long, I promise." Y/N leans down, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. When she pulls away, Steve grins, pulling her in for another, hungrier kiss, one that she readily accepts.

"Ohhh no. Jenna can wait." Gently, Steve pulls her again, and Y/N falls back onto the bed. Steve's arms wrap around her. "I've been waiting months to touch and kiss you like this, and now I can. Sorry, but I am not letting go of my chance." He murmurs. He grins, flipping her over so that he's on top of her.

"Steve, I love you, but I really have to-" Y/N laughs, but she's cut off by Steve peppering kisses all over her face and neck. As Steve's lips brush against her skin, Y/N bites her lip to stop her sounds of pleasure from escaping. God, he really knows all the right spots. Steve chuckles at the sound of her subdued moan, knowing he's convinced her to stay. Not that she needed much convincing anyway. Y/N and Steve's lips meet once again, and Steve slips his tongue in. As the kiss deepens, all thoughts Y/N has of being busy disappear, replaced by thoughts of her and Steve's new life together.

Always and forever.

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