Summary : Steve kemp after his morning runs is the most mesmerising thing ever
Warnings : 18+ MDNI, smut, oral (m. rec.), a little dirty talk, allusions to kidnapping, stolkholm syndrome (like the worst case okay, reader is like way too obsessed with him, she needs to be sent to an asylum atp), dom-sub dynamics, Steve kemp is a munch, use of nickname (bunny….@singulartoast will not be happy about this lmao. I was thinking of you when I used that nickname toastyyy), and like other freaky stuff scattered here and there, and a liiittle plot twist in the end (nothing scary or graphic. just some……wordplay)
Word Count : 2.5k
A/N : Sebastian stan as Steve kemp is the hottest thing to ever exist. Period.
More A/N : Guys this is FREAKY like freaky freaky. I do not know what consumed me when I wrote this. Actually I do know it was this gif but holy shit was I on a roll. This whole thing was written and edited in less than an hour. I literally dropped studies to write it.
And boy do I know there's something wrong with me for loving this freaky little thing so fucking much. (Tagging @venigrantrogers out of spite coz she fears steve kemp 😈)
The day is bright and sunny as you peek outside from the kitchen window. Your eyes lingering on the walkway that leads to the porch to keep an eye out for your oncoming captor.
Steve would be back any minute from his run and you need to have breakfast ready by the time he reaches home. Its not everyday you get to roam freely in this house. Well almost freely given that everything else but kitchen and the living room and the bathroom is inaccessible but hey, you dont need to be handcuffed to follow his rules.
You're complacent with what steve gives you and knowing its always more than what the other girls get….well it makes you happy to say the least.
You plate the scrambled eggs, humming slightly as you go wondering if he'd love it and take you out on a date some night. You're garnishing it with a little spring onion and coriander for that refreshing mouthfeel when you hear the lock click at the front door followed by heavy steps that lead him to the kitchen.
You look up from the plate not wanting to miss the surprised look on his face at the spread you've cooked. Eggs, and toast, hashbrows and beans, grilled tomatoes and orange juice and you know its everything he likes. But your plan to note the surprise on his face falls flat immediately when your eyes land on him.
If you think steve kemp is hot, steve kemp after his run is a weapon of mass destruction.
Broad shoulders in that tight compression shirt that should be illegal, tiny running shorts that flare slightly around his thighs. It would be so easy to just slide your hand in through that flared bottom. His gloriously soft and fluffy hair falling slightly into his eyes. The veins in his arms that bulge ever so slightly as he plucks out a water bottle from the fridge and gulps greedily.
You track the droplet of sweat that runs from his temple down his throat just as he swallows, making his adam's apple bob every once in a while.
You gulp. God. This man is beautiful. It doesn't matter if he's practically a criminal or that he violates basic human rights or that he has practically kidnapped you. All that you know is that you're his favourite and that maybe he brought you here forcibly but you're staying here because it's your own choice.
Delusion pro max.
“What's so captivating, bunny?” He raises a brow as he watches you stare at him.
“You” your answer is honest and it makes him chuckle.
“Yeah?” He stalks forward, a palm landing at your hip, right above your ass and suddenly you're ovulating “You're in a mood. Aren't you?” He teases, a finger coming up to trace the line of your bottom lip.
“But I'm so tired, bunny” you don't miss the glint of mischief in his eyes and his sly smirk as he continues to tease you “I've been running so long. I think a need a little rest.”
He walks slighlty backward but you grab his hand, putting it back at its righteous place on your waist as you push yourself closer to him.
“No, please.” Your hand finds his cheek, wiping slightly at the sweaty skin “Don't go. Let me take care of you. I even cooked breakfast.” He glances at the dining table and his smirk widens “And I dressed up nice for you” you motion at the cute sundress you've adorned for him. Its the colour you know he likes on you.
“Let me take care of you, please. I'll be so good” you urge, clasping one of his hand in both of yours bringing it to your lips and kissing it chastely.
It only takes a second of you smiling shyly at him for his mouth to land on yours. His hand cups the back of your neck, angling it to his liking as he deepens the kiss.
The hand on your waist pulls you roughly into him and you feel the hard line of his cock against your abdomen. Making you gasp in his mouth. He swallows the sound like its his favourite thing to do.
Your hands are splayed into his messy hair. Tugging the long strands between your fingers as he sucks and nips at your lower lip. You shudder, moaning loudly when his teeth sink deeper and draw blood. He soothes the sting repeatedly with a slow drag of his tongue.
He pulls away a second later, to admire his handiwork. Your lower lip is swollen and bleeding just a little from where he bit into it. You're still breathless when his hands find your shoulders, pushing you lower “On your knees for me bunny”
You drop down, knees to the carpet, without a second’s delay and he makes a low sound of approval somewhere deep in his throat as your hands slowly trail up the smooth skin of his thighs.
Your mouth worships his knee first, kissing softly working its way up his chiseled thigh. The muscles feeling more corded under your palms from the work he has put them through with his run.
You don't leave his other leg untouched as t
Your mouth worships one. Your soft palm making its way up and up until it brushes the flared bottom of his running shorts. You don't resist sneaking your way in. But not touching quite where he wants it.
Your grip remains firm on his upper thigh as your mouth laps and kisses its way up stopping just short of where his shorts end. And as if on cue, a sharp pull of your hair makes you look up at him.
“You're teasing me?” He raises a brow at you as if it's a felony. What's so wrong about it? He teases you all the time. Sometimes long enough to make you cry and beg all pretty. You want him to know you can do it too.
“Bunny” the warning in his tone is sharp when you don't answer back.
“I'm sorry” you pout “I just—I want to take my time with you” you press a kiss on his clothed cock for emphasis making his hips twitch ever so slightly. But his hold on your hair doesn't loosen. It isn't hurting, but its tight enough that he can yank you up and call this off if he wants to.
But he doesn't. Because you're his favourite “Aw look at you going all sweet on me” His grip loosens as his palm traces your cheek then your lips “What's up with you today, bun?”
There's a note of concern in his voice that one could mistake with indifference very easily. But you know him so well. You know he only calls you bun when he's really soft for you. You know you have to worry when your real name slips out instead of his nickname for you because he only says it when he's mad. Which reminds you it's a good thing that hasn't happened in over a year.
You're doing so good.
Your eyes water slightly due to the dedication you have for him “I just want you to be happy with me.” You lean against his leg and the hand caressing your head appears in an instant. “I don't want you going to all those girls. I want me to be your only one. And I want you just for myself.” You look into his eyes for emphasis “All mine”
His hand never stops stroking your hair as he speaks “I'm all yours bun. You know it.” He grasps your chin between his thumb and forefinger tipping your head towards him “And I am happy with you. You're so good to me. I can never be mad at my bunny”
You smile at that. Real and instant and all consuming. It brings out one of those amused little smiles from him that he gives you every once in a while but its never enough, you always want to see it.
Your fingers curl in the hem of his shorts and you tug them down in one swift motion, throwing them aside as you take your time looking at his glorious cock.
You drool at the sight of him. Its tinged pink for you and leaking slightly, making heat pool low in your belly as you lean in, kissing the side of his shaft, licking the sensitive underside but cruelly ignoring the tip of him that begs for your attention.
He groans at the feel of your tongue against him. Whining in protest when you avoid the most sensitive part of him yet again.
“No more teasing, baby” he warns and your mouth closes around the head of his cock. Suckling and licking, and the sound he makes goes straight to your core.
You let your teeth graze against him just slightly, making him moan out loud and you take it as an achievement it is because steve kemp never moans out loud. Its always low grunts and groans of approval. But this sound…gosh its pure fucking heaven.
“You really are feeling brave today aren't you, bunny?” He sounds breathless as you look up at him through your lashes watching his eyes squeeze shut as you hum around him.
“Maybe I'll just have to teach you a lesson afterwards then, huh?” The warning sends shocks of pleasure through your body. The last time he gave you a similar warning he ended up spending the entire night in your bed. So the lesson is very much welcome.
You work him in slowly, alternating between little kitten licks and harsh sucks as you try to take all of him in your mouth. “Maybe I should just tie you to the bed. Put you through the same torture you're putting me through and then you'll know”
When you hum around him again, agreeing to being tied up for him while he eats you out, his tip hits the back of your throat, which constricts when you hum, choking his cock and bringing out thr delicious sounds you've never got to hear from him.
You make note of every movement, every sound you entice out of him, noting it down so you can use it to your advantage the next time. Maybe if he's happy enough, he'll let you move into his room.
Not that your room is bad. Its pretty. Really pretty. He has used that wallpaper you like with little lemons across it and there's always fresh flowers in your vase because he knows you love them. But its still lonely. Coz steve is hardly ever around.
Hanging out and watching movies in your room isn't his thing. He's either there to fuck or to summon you to his room, or to drop you off after he has cooked and fed you lavish dinners.
He watches you squirm at his threat, unaware of the scene playing out in your head as he chuckles amusedly “you want that, bun? Want me to tie you up?”
You nod slightly, taking him deeper until the blunt head of him hits the back of your throat, making you gag “Easy, baby. Don't try to take it all in one go. I'm too big for your little mouth” He reassures, letting you work him at a pace of your liking.
You wrap your hand around what you cannot take, stroking him in the same rhythm your mouth is working in.
You start to bob your head gently at first, then faster when you feel his hand grip your hair harder, his thigh tightens where you're holding it with your free hand, nails digging into the soft flesh there.
You resist the urge to sink your teeth into the smooth skin of his thighs and focus on the sounds spilling out of him as your head bobs faster.
He groans and grunts and curses as he feels himself on the edge. A few more strokes of your hand and your warm wet mouth working around him is all it takes for him to spill down your throat with a breathy “Fuck”
You swallow. Before sitting back on your haunches and just looking at him. God, he looks so good. All sweaty and wrecked and half naked for you. All yours. You're never going to let him go.
“Fuck, bunny” he says when he has catched his breath. “You've ruined me. Didn't know you could do that” He pulls you up and you stand on surprisingly steady legs after unravelling him.
“I can do so much more than that” you wink, feeling rather proud.
“Oh yeah?” he laughs “Confident much aren't we” He teases. But before you can laugh his mouth is on yours.
His skin is flushed slightly rosy when he pulls away “My turn now”
You loosen the leash on his mind just slightly—wanting him to be a little more feral than usual today, as he picks you up and carries you to his bedroom—But not enough that he realises, you're not the one captive here….
You said it, didn't you? He's all yours. You're never letting him go.
Even more A/N : Guys if you want to read more of steve kemp x witch reader, let me know. I have ideas for them…wink wink…
Dividers by @diviniyae
Tagging my known Steve kemp girlies @phoenix-in-writing @buckysdecaflove @buckybsdoll I love how we're the same level of freaky 😉
I have no idea who else to tag in this one so let me know if you want to be added to the taglist
Steve kemp after his morning run is the most mesmerising thing ever
Blood Lust
Steve has hidden the truth of himself being a vampire for centuries. Feeding in dark alleyways and taking home girls he knew no one would come to search for. But when he takes you, he must tread very carefully for you have much darker secrets to hide.
Tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, cannibalism, major injuries (lowk graphic), creeps, character death, images are for aesthetics only, not proofread. LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANYTHING
A/N: STILL ALIIIIIIIIIVE
Masterlist AO3 version
The applause around you muffles until it’s gone.
Until it’s just the two of you, standing eye to eye. Yours wide and aghast. His sure and blue.
He answers before you mind has the chance to scramble for words to string together.
“It’s a tradition here. They run, we shoot, and if they’re caught, we feed them to the dogs.”
Figurative dogs or literal, you don’t know. You’re too scared to.
Steve takes your wrist and you feel something cold and heavy press into your hand. You know damn well what it is and you begin to shake your head.
“No.. No, don’t make me do it, Steve.”
“You’re hilarious for thinking you have a choice, sweetheart.” he puts his arm around you, resting his hand on your shoulder and pulling you closer as you look down at the revolver in your hand. You bring your other hand up too so you’re holding it up delicately, like if you’re too rough, you might kill it rather than the other way around.
Initials carved into the barrel. Yours.
“What’s the point of doing this?” Your voice cracks near the end but you don’t care enough to mask it.
“For the fun of it, sweetheart-”
“BULLSHIT. THAT’S BULLSHIT, BRENDAN AND YOU DAMN WELL KNOW IT!”
You turn and press the gun to his chest and and he takes a step back in surprise, his eyes widening as you advance again, holding the gun in a firm grip as you click the safety off.
The sounds of the room rush back in one go as he holds his hands up in a placating gesture. Gasps of horror and footsteps of others as they try to get away from you. As if you’re a ticking time bomb.
You’ll dish out what they deserve too.
If you even get the chance.
The thought is unwelcome and unwanted, but it makes the gun in your hands tremble slightly anyway. You tighten your grip on it to keep it still.
Steve’s warm hands slowly wrap around yours on the gun and his voice is softer than you expect, like talking to a wild horse.
“Stop it. Put the gun down, darling.”
You don’t make a move to listen, pressing it firmer to his chest. He grunts in pain but doesn’t push you away. Even though you know he can empower you without breaking a sweat, he doesn’t. Instead, his hands tighten around yours and he repeats his words. Firmer but no any less gentle.
“Put the gun down, sweet. You’re making a scene… Do you trust me?”
That halts you. Every argument on your tongue reshuffling until it’s all an unintelligible mess.
Trust?
Him?
Trust him? Trust him? Trust him??
You do.
And as you realise that, and as that shakes your view, and as that has you taking a step back, he lowers the gun. Away from his chest and pointing at the floor.
You spare a glance at the girls to your right. Still gagged, still cuffed. You can try to convince yourself that it’s not betrayal you see on their face. But even the delusions in you know how this looks.
You, all dolled up standing at the side of a known murderer and cannibal while other victims just like you only have a few more hours to live.
Or not.
The plan begins forming behind your eyes and you don’t think twice as you look him dead in the eyes and tell him,
“I’m joining them, then.”
He stares at you like you’ve grown two heads, but you don’t let him question you,
“You heard me.”
You throw the gun to the floor before leaving his side to stand by the other three women. Yanking your wrist out of his grip when he latches on tightly.
One of the women has shoulder length brown hair and a fringe, another is missing a leg, and the third has dark skin and gives you a questioning look.
The one with only one leg is leaning heavily against the woman with brown hair and you stand on her other side to help hold her up.
You watch as Steve’s guests start clapping and cheering. He turns around to look at them and you don’t miss the flash of agony in his eyes before he schools his features.
This wasn’t part of the plan and you both know it.
It’s all Steve can think of as he joins you and the others on the stage, walking you through the rules while undoing the others’ handcuffs.
You will get a fifteen minute head start. You will run into the woods. When your fifteen minutes is up, the guests will have an hour to begin looking for you. If you are found, you will be shot and auctioned. If you are not found within the hour, you get to live
“For now, at least.” He finishes while you feel his gaze burning through the back of your head..
You’re all escorted outside, behind the hall where there’s a large expanse of forest. You assume the ones who escorted each of you will be the hunters who target you specifically.
Probably why Steve’s gripping your shoulders tight enough to bruise as he practically throws you in front of him.
He mutters to himself occasionally and you can’t make out what he says, but you know you heard your name in there two or three times.
You and the others are lined up neatly, facing away from the woods and toward the group of cannibals and criminals. You watch as they eye each of you shamelessly,perverted gazes lingering in some places longer than others.
You can gouge their eyes out later.
Though you don’t know the man in front of you has the same thought. He holds your revolver in his right hand and raises it above his head, pointing it at the sky. His stare glues itself to you as he initiates a countdown.
When the shot rings, you don’t think, grabbing the hand of the woman closest to you and bolting. Why you reached for her is a question you’ll come up with an answer to later. For now, the two of you run.
Until she stumbles.
You’re quick to steady her remembering only then that she has one leg. You make the split second decision to prioritise her life rather than your own, because you know Steve won’t hurt you.
Or at least, you hope so.
Moving closer to her, you ask softly,
“Hey.. are you alright?”
She lifts her gaze from her bare foot and the bark chips below, an uncomfortably wide grin splitting her face in half. Even in just the light of the moon, you can see how dilated her pupils are and the realisation smacks you in the face.
The game is rigged. They’re drugged.
They were never meant to win.
“I’m fiine” She responds, hopping one step closer, and wrapping her arms tightly around you. She whispers in your ear,
“I’m Penny.”
You know for a fact that is has not been fifteen minutes yet, though you hear shots ring out anyway and the crunching of footsteps drawing closer.
Rigged was an understatement.
You pull back from Penny slightly, just enough to see her face.
“Okay, Penny, I’m gonna get you out of here, and you’re gonna be safe and so are the others. Yeah? I’ll make sure-”
She cuts you off, grabbing your arm and digging her grown out nails into it. Sliding her hand down your arm, she grabs your wrist and presses your hand firmly over your heart. Then her slower beat.
“Feel it, babe. There’s nothing there.” She breaks off into fits of laughter, still speaking between them. “You can try. And you will because you’re just have to. Not because you care about us-” She practically spits the word out “but because you feel like you owe us for ever-”
You’re not thinking straight. You’re probably not even thinking at all as you body moves on autopilot. Your hands find their way around Penny’s throat and you push her up against a tree. You don’t think as you strangle her and hit her head against the tree. Again. And Again. And again.
Until you can no longer feel the beat of her already failing heart. Until you can see the blood splattered in the moonlight, On the tree. On her face, On yours.
But most importantly, on your hands.
You gasp, recoiling and covering your mouth with your hands as you gasp, smearing more blood there. You watch as her body falls limply to the floor.
You feel the nausea rise and you think you’re crying but you can’t tell in your haze as everything swirls and the lights spin and… since when were there lights?
There are hands on your upper arms and the same instinct takes over and you begin to thrash violently against the man holding you in place. You kick, scream, scratch and bite.
Until he pushes you to the same tree Penny died on.
How poetic would it be to die in the same place and way as the person you just killed.
Icy blues stare into your own tear-blurred eyes as you feel your mouth being covered. You knock your head back to get away and feel a blinding pain in the back of your skull until you feel… nothing.
hello!! so, i've been gone for a while, and though that may not change, i'd like to put a poll out there for wips i've had stored in a vault for a long, long time and see if it sparks any little thing in my head <3
this includes the dynamic and three warnings/tags to go with the fic
!! WARNING !! this is a dddne blog, so this poll includes dynamics not a lot of people will like/will find very uncomfortable. if this happens to be you, please block my account, scroll away, or filter your tags. don't come to my inbox or comments to try and piss me off because you will just get blocked <3
characters mentioned... bucky barnes, lance tucker, steve kemp
the wips...
brother!bucky x f!reader (drunk!reader, sober!bucky, car sex)
loser!bucky x experienced!reader (sub!bucky, somnophilia, riding)
brother!lance tucker x f!reader (window sex, competitive, manhanding)
brother!steve kemp x f!reader (noncon, cannibalism, drugging)
stoner!uncle!bucky x f!reader (dubcon, shotgunning, cockwarming)
brother!bucky (toys (dildo), fake oral/handjobs, cumming in pants)
