#steve kemp answer

[stevekemp-anon]

"Yes baby?"

[sgt-seabass]

I heard you escaped Steve's home!

But is the man you bump into in the woods a friend or foe?

𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏

✧˚ · . 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘒𝘦𝘮𝘱. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦.

pairing — werewolf!bucky x reader w/c — 1.8k this is a dark fic. 18+ only. listening to — ♫ dark side of the moon, suisside warnings — general dark elements, allusion to steve kemp being a cannibal and holding women captive, reader is missing her left arm, non-major character death, reference to violence, reference to stabbing injury, werewolves lol, smut, non-con turned dub-con (p in v sex), breeding kink, knotting, tongue play kinda, possessiveness, monsterfucking, a kinda nice ending lol a/n — written on my phone. not beta read. navy you fucking menace look what you made me do 😌 thank you to @rookthorne for letting me scream at you about this.

You’d done it.

Steve was dead.

After the locking mechanism to your cell had failed due to a storm overhead, you’d managed to get hold of a butcher's knife in the kitchen.

Steve hadn’t seen it coming when you plunged the knife into his chest while he napped on the couch. He didn’t die immediately. There was a struggle, and you sustained a stab wound to your side when Steve almost overpowered you.

It was hard as Steve had already given you a disadvantage. Several days ago, he had taken your left arm for his sick purpose.

But he was too weak from your sneak attack, and he collapsed on top of you with his dying wheeze.

You’d tried to free other girls, but you were the only one left. And when you’d found Steve’s phone, you were unsurprised to find there was no reception because of the heavy rain that battered down on the roof.

You dressed in one of Steve’s warm sweaters and sweatpants, tucking his phone into your pocket to keep it safe from the rain.

The left sleeve of the sweatshirt swinging empty, covered in his blood and your own, you stumbled out into the night.

The rain was pouring down, lightning flashing across the sky before the thunder rumbled. It was the kind of weather that made you want to snuggle into bed with a book and a cup of tea. Instead, you were stuck trying to find a neighbouring property.

Your bare feet sunk into the muddy earth as you dragged yourself into the woods surrounding Steve’s property.

Asshole. Living in the middle of nowhere.

You cursed Steve’s decrepit soul as you wandered into the forest. The flashes of light helped you make your way through the darkened trees, but it felt as if you were walking in circles, with no sense of direction to guide you.

After some time, you stopped for a break, your legs tired, and your body fatigued. You leant against the trunk of a tree, breaths coming out in short pants. Finally, the rain began to ease, the storm passing. The clouds opened up, allowing the moon to be revealed.

You marvelled at it for a moment—a beautiful full moon.

If this is where you were destined to die, it was pretty at least.

The sounds of wolf cries into the night sounded, but they fell on deaf ears as you focused on keeping yourself conscious.

Your hand clutched at your left side where Steve had stabbed you, the wound throbbing and making you woozy. Maybe you could rest a little. Just sit and close your eyes for a while.

You slumped against the bark, your legs beginning to give way as your vision blurred with a vignette at the edges. Was this your final curtain call?

The wind howled through the trees as you fell to your side, your blood mixing with the mud. You were just so tired.

Another cacophony of animals sounded, growls and barks nearby. But it didn’t matter, not when your body was ready to bid the moon an eternal goodnight.

With a grunt, you rolled onto your back, tears swelling as you gazed at the glowing full moon.

I’m not ready to die. Mr Moon, won’t you grant me a second chance?

Your eyes closed, and everything went dark and silent.

It was hard to discern what you noticed first as you came to.

Was it the snarling and panting? The wet slobber of a large tongue across your skin? The fur that tickled you? Or the cock that was nestled at your entrance?

Definitely the last one.

You opened your eyes with a gasp, and you screamed at the sight of the thing on top of you.

A monster. Pearly white sharp teeth, a large imposing figure, and dark fur that covered its whole body.

You were pinned down on your back by a werewolf. Like a picture book come to life.

The wolf-man didn’t seem perturbed by your screams. He was feral enough as it was. His drool dripped from his snout onto your chest, your clothes already torn away while you were unconscious.

Shit, the phone. You tried to sit up to find it, but large claws dug into your skin as a warning not to move.

“Are you going to kill me?” It was a bold move asking the beast a question, but he didn’t answer, instead licking a long stripe up your neck and over your cheek.

The werewolf licked at your side where your wound was, and you gasped when you glanced down to see it healed. Did he save you?

“What—? I— I don’t understand—“ You were silenced when the wolf brought his tongue to your lips, invading your mouth with his wet muscle.

You tried to squirm, but the beast held tight as he fucked your mouth with his tongue, his huffs getting deeper as growls rumbled from him.

His inhumanly large cock prodded at your entrance, your eyes going wide when you felt the way his natural lubricant gave him an easy slide in.

The werewolf pulled back with a howl as he sunk himself into your waiting heat, his fur puffing up and tail going rigid.

It was all too much. You’d expected death, and yet, you were at the mercy of a beast instead. The pleasure that came the deeper he got, and the more he stretched you was enough to have you howling too.

You felt full to the brim, and he was just over halfway. “Ah! Stop! You’re not going to fit!”

But the beast kept going. He curled his arms around you, cradling you against the forest floor before biting into your collarbone to stabilise himself.

He ignored your cries as he rutted deeper, rocking your body with his as he made you take his entire length.

You felt a little ridge when he reached the fuzzy fur at the base of his cock, and it was enough to have your nerves alight with arousal.

The scent of this mysterious man had your head swirling as if you had inhaled an aphrodisiac. His very being was turning your body into what he needed. A fleshlight to fuck his seed into.

He kept you close, sweat beginning to sheen across your skin with the heat radiating from him. When the beast started to thrust deep and hard, your fingers dug into his fur to hold on.

The beast whimpered when you touched him, and you properly got a look at him. Hulking and massive with red eyes that shone like a bright ruby. He was breathtakingly beautiful in a morbid way. A beautiful horror you couldn’t look away from.

You ran your hands down his arms, only then noticing that one arm wasn’t furry at all. It was metal, but the appendage had taken a beastly form too, so it suited the rest of him. It was his left arm, just like yours.

When your eyes met, the wolf thrust particularly deep, causing you to moan out. And you could swear there was almost a smile on his snout.

Resuming his brutal pace, the werewolf began fucking without resolve, like nothing more than an animal desperate for its primal release.

You had no choice but to hold on as he bit into your shoulder, holding you still like his prey as he panted and groaned, cock swelling bigger as he started getting rougher.

“Fuck! I can’t—“ A large paw covered your mouth, silencing any further words.

You were ready to keep protesting until the beast changed his angle, his sharp nailed feet digging into the dirt, and the bulbous tip of his cock pounding against your g-spot.

Stars burst behind your eyes, and your body began to shake uncontrollably from the absolute bliss that took over.

He didn’t stop. And before long, your toes began to curl as an orgasm approached.

Sensing your tensing body, the werewolf growled in your ear as if he was beckoning you to cum for him.

You let go, allowing the intense orgasm to wash over you.

Your sounds were muffled behind the man-beast’s paw as you came, your feet kicking at his back and ass as you shook. It was like nothing you’d ever felt before.

The wolf watched it all, drinking in the sight of you.

You felt the ridge at the end of his cock begin to get bigger, the ring of muscle catching at your entrance. It was a little painful as the knot pulled at your entrance with each feral thrust, but luckily the werewolf buried himself deep.

His pelvis ground against you as he whimpered and yipped.

An odd barked growl was the only warning you got before the knot swelled fully and plugged you.

The first shoot of cum entered you, and you moaned at how warm it was. Just like the rest of him. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself just to feel as you were filled with the seemingly never-ending stream of release.

The wolf moved his paw from your mouth, placing it on your belly where his seed was planted deep.

It gave you tingles, how his nails raked across your skin, not enough to cut but enough to leave marks.

He massaged your belly, causing some of the cum to seep around his knot, the pressure too much. You cried out, placing a hand over his to stop him. It felt odd.

The wolf looked at you, his head quirking and blood-red eyes narrowing. Was he insulted you tried to stop him?

“Mine.”

You were shocked at the deep timbre and surprisingly sultry tone of the werewolf. It was the first word he’d spoken, and it was enough to have your thighs clenching against his hips.

“It’s too much when you—“

“Mine.”

Alright. So he wasn’t a conversationalist. “Y-Yes. I got that bit. Uhm. Please don’t push on my—“

“Mine. Home.”

“Stop cutting me off— Wait. Home?” You asked incredulously, confused by the new word in the wolf’s vocabulary. But it started to make more sense when the man-beast picked you up, holding you to his chest as his knot kept you connected. He was taking you home.

He began walking, and you sighed at the sight of your clothes and Steve’s phone discarded in the mud.

So much for an escape.

“Do you have a name?” You conceded. If the beast was taking you home, the least you could do was know his name. Although, maybe he’d turn human again? What would he look like?

“Bucky.”

“Thanks for healing me, Bucky.” You murmured awkwardly, and the beast huffed in response. His knot finally let you go, so he moved you to his hip, carrying you like precious cargo even when his fur began to get wet with the cum that seeped from your core. “Do you know more than three words?”

“Mine. Home. Bucky. Mine.”

An amused snort left you. “That’s… not what I meant.”

You curled yourself into the werewolf’s fur. Despite the circumstances, he saved you. He made you feel good when all you’d experienced was pain and suffering.

For the first time in a long while, a smile graced your lips. This was undoubtedly a fate better than death.

“Pretty girl. Pretty smile.”

You glanced down, embarrassed from the compliment, just in time to see Bucky’s tail begin to wag. “So you do know more than three words.”

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[bucknastysbabe]

Hi my name is Cal. I love HOTD/Bucky/fandom✨

About me: I’m a current psych major, part-time fruit chopper, Gecko mother always. One recovering alcoholic of 2 years, please feel free to reach out if you struggle or are in the same boat!!! White ass bitch from the Southeast US but will pester you with cultural questions.

I love sexy blonde Incest bitches, incel knight, and unstable metal armed man. Writing started as my sober hobby now I’ve been gifted 2% Latina!

ASOIAF/HOTD/GOT (Targaryens n Velaryons🦚, Criston🦚, Harwin Strong, Robb, Jon, Jaime)

Note: I do NOT write for Daemon or Luke

I write for marvel (Bucky🦚, Zemo, Marc Spector, Matt Murdock, Adam Warlock)

The Last Of Us (Tommy Miller🦚 and Joel Miller)

Seb Stan Characters: (Lee Bodecker🦚, Charles Blackwood, Steve Kemp, Lance Tucker)

Rdr2 (Arthur Morgan & John Marston)

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Into: M/F, M/M, fem dom, pegging, sex in any position, bdsm (light), breeding kink, man tears, angst, drunk sex, switching, actually non-smut things, daddy kink

Nope: F/F (I’m really bad at writing it and cursed to be really into dicks), literally just ask me!! Dead dove and niche kinks aren’t really an issue unless it’s like gory or stanky

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Bucky Barnes

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No Conviction - Criston Cole x Aegon II🍐🟢🔫

Aegon II Targaryen

"You Do Know How The Act Is Done, Don't You?"✨

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“Do You Want Me To Kill Him?”✨

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Western AU🍐🐼

Lance Tucker (The Bronze)

God of what? 🍐

[navybrat817]

https://www.tumblr.com/navybrat817/750225493090074624/hi-navy-hope-you-dont-mind-the-question-but?source=share

I thought Lee, Steve, and Andy were there, too?

Hi, nonnie. Are you referring to this ask here?

Lee, Steve, and Andy do exist in this universe. I just don't have readers planned for them at this time because my muse isn't cooperating for ideas for them.

Love and thanks. ❤️

[heavysoldat]

something with steve kemp? <3

“Hands t’ your self,” You can hear him grunt in your ear, hips tightly pressed up against your ass with each thrust he lands, cock reaching to hit your cervix. Each thrust has your legs propping up into the air, whines leaving your throat like they’re being punched out of you.

He’s got you bent over the kitchen counter, the bottom of your dress ripped completely in the heat of his desire- from when when he was practically snarling with the need to feel your cunt.

You can hear the slaps of your joining skin with each pound, “Such a good whore for me,” Steve grunts, “Just letting me take you against the fucking granite, however I please.”

He tangles a hand in your hair to pull you back against him, grunting at how your cunt clenches with the pull. “You like being used? Cause your pussy’s fucking dripping for me, begging me to abuse her. No matter how much you cry- your pussy tells me exactly what you really want.”

You grab onto his wrist, with a silent plead of something. To slow down, go faster, stop, or keep fucking you until you can’t move- you don’t know.

Steve’s thumb finds home at your puckered hole, threatening to breach the unpenetrated entrance, almost growling at the feeling. You whimper as he pushes his thumb in, toes curling with how full you feel.

“Maybe I should stuff her with my cock next,” He grunts. “Claim every little hole you got as mine.”

[thebluemage]

MY SOULMATE, MY HUSBAND, MY LOVE, MY LIFE, HOW IS IT THAT THIS MAN OCCUPIES MY MIND 25/8?! ❤️‍🔥😮‍💨 I JUST LOVE HIM VERY MUCH!! ❤️‍🔥🥰🥺

[im-his-druidess]

okay but Steve Kemp to add to your slasher list? 👀 Hardly anything for him out here

Had this in my drafts forever because I've been meaning to look this character up and I finally got around to it...

Why did nobody tell me that SEBASTIAN STAN played a psycho cannibalistic killer?!?

I feel so betrayed 😔 and horny 😔

Now I gotta watch it 😤

[sweeterthanthis]

Sweet Lau!!

It’s been a while since I slid into your ask box! 😁❤️

How have you been?!!? I hope you are doing incredible!

I’m just thinking about this guy! I’m having some naughty thots. Him wrapping his veiny hands around my throat! Telling me to behave and don’t struggle. Who do we think? Steve Kemp? Maybe a hint of Charles Blackwood? Or somebody else?

Do you have any thots!?! 🤭😏❤️

xoxo 😘

I am SO late responding to this ask and I'm so sorry. But I'm here now and I have some thots. Obviously 😏

This kinda screams CEO!Steve Kemp to me. You’re a barista in the coffee shop just down the street from his office building and he comes in daily. He always orders the same thing, just a double espresso. He flirts with you each and every time he pops by, not that you ever notice. It’s always so busy at lunchtime that you can barely stop long enough to hold a conversation with him. You’re not totally blind though. You can see how fucking handsome he is, especially with the subtle confidence and self-assurance that radiates from him. 

When he finally asks you to dinner you’re in disbelief. Your worlds couldn’t be more different. He’s only ever seen you flustered and rushed off your feet at work -- but he wants you. And he makes it clear that he’ll get you when he pulls up outside the coffee shop at closing one Friday evening in his Maserati. 

“Can’t I even go home and change first?” You ask him, cheeks warm and your coffee-stained blouse plastered against your sweat-slick skin. 

“No. You look beautiful. Now, get in.” 

All thought that he’s joking goes out of the window when you don’t even make it to his penthouse before he’s pulling the car over and tugging you onto his lap in a quiet street downtown, his teeth nipping at your breasts through your shirt and his warm, soft hands squeezing your throat possessively. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting? To have you like this? Look at you, look how fucking pretty you are.”

His thumb drags along your bottom lip, your teeth catching his skin and a rumble echoing low in his throat. “Greedy little dove. You hide it well but you’re just as impatient as I am deep down. Let’s see just how hungry you are, hm?”

Aaaaanyway, I want him, I need him, oh baby, oh baby  😩

[musette22]

Ransom is 100% someone who would say "it's not gonna suck itself" unironically and it would 100% work every time

[sebastiansluts]

your last request remainded me of this: https://at.tumblr.com/sebastiansluts/683821948742107136/3ruft9z8lgml

and now my mind is wandering and i'm thinking about bucky, nick, steve, frank and mickey pleasing the reader, all of them in the same time, fucking her from behind while praising her, sucking and licking her clit, playing with her breasts/nipples, kissing her, making her suck their fingers. that's def too much to handle (i'd come just hearing them moaning and groaning), but... 😩

and yeah, seb is watching and eventually is the only one who gets to have some time with her all alone and the last one to fill her with his cum after another round of foreplay.

OH MY GOD YES

Bucky's the one who kisses you and makes you suck his fingers- he gets off seeing the metal in between your lips, dripping with your spit...Mickey and Steve are the ones playing with your breasts, sucking, licking, biting, pinching, pulling, everything to make you feel good...Frank's at your clit, practically making out with it he's so into it, kissing and licking and sucking and flicking and circling and god his tongue is so fast...Meanwhile Nick is behind you, fucking you hard, but keeping you in place with his hands on your hips, bruising them as he bruises your ass with his hipbones...And the whole time, everyone's telling you what a good girl you are, how beautiful and perfect you look, so caught up in pleasure, how you're taking them all so well, letting them have their fun...

But when it's Sebastian's turn...he kisses every inch of you, massaging your muscles as he goes, until you're a limp pile. Then he starts sucking marks into your skin- your neck, your breasts, your thighs...Until he's deep in between your legs, sucking on your clit until you're crying, begging him to fuck you...And he finally does only after making you come on his tongue...Then he's pressing inside you, filling you up like only he can, stretching your walls, forcing you to adjust as he thrusts...And once you've come again, then he's after his own orgasm, hips rutting into yours, staying buried deep inside you until he comes, dick pulsing, cum filling your cunt...

[writercole]

Okay they witness someone getting bullied

Steve Kemp

Ransom Drysdale

Jefferson

And

Steve Rogers

(I dunno why I went with two Sebastian and two Chris but it happened 😂😂)

Well. This one is gonna be fun.

Steve Kemp - I imagine he's the reverse of Hannibal and hates to dine on the rude. But he'll make an exception. And you...you'll make a beautiful doll to add to his collection.

Ransom - he's the one doing the bullying.

Jefferson - they don't call him the mad hatter for nothing. The bully is beheaded and he's got a new mannequin for his display.

Steve Rogers - Mr. I Pick Fights with Assholes himself? Mr. I Don't Like A Bully? You included him? You know that bully is getting a beatdown.

[maxburnett]

I’d love know what headcanons you have about dom!Steve Kemp. 😊

I honestly feel like he’s generally soft unless something has really upset him. Like you know that something’s upset him and you let him take his frustrations out on you. It’s a consensual deal the two of you’ve made. Maybe he’s snapped once or twice but he always apologizes and makes it up to you … because let’s face it he’s very good at a certain thing between your legs. You have already established a safe word long before any of this has happened.

He always makes you get on your knees, he’s standing above you cock hard and exposed. He’s smirking down at you, licking his lips. “Open your mouth.” You open your mouth and he pushes his cock in and begins using your mouth as he sees fit. He’s fucking it until he sees tears and then he pulls away, he loves it when you start crying. He pulls you up and wipes the tears away, he mixes just a tad of after care in just as a bit of a tease, because before you know it, you’re over his knee and he’s slapping your ass.

“Fuck. Your ass turns the loveliest shade of pink.” He keeps spanking you til it hurts. There’s more tears. He lays you down he licks and kisses the tears away. “You look beautiful when you cry. You make me proud.”

Then he finally runs two of his fingers down to your cunt. He groans, he can’t help himself, he loves feeling what he does to you.

“You are dripping wet. Getting so turned on by being in pain. Such a naughty girl. Tell me you are my whore.”

“I’m you’re whore Steve.”

“Good Girl.” He sucks your juices off his fingers and he groans again, again something he can’t help, your taste his his favorite taste in the world. “You smell and taste so fucking good.”

He has you lay on your stomach because his favorite stuff is coming.

“You look beautiful with your ass facing me. Fuck I love the view of your pussy from behind. He grabs the crop and rubs it across your ass and pussy. “Spread your legs open for me and place your hands on your ass and pull yourself open for me. He runs the crop gently over your thighs, ass and pussy. What do you think this?”

You decide to play dumb despite knowing damn well what it is.

“Hmm. I don’t know Steve. I think you should remind me.” He smirks and slaps your pussy. You let out an ahh but barely flinch. “He continues until your ass is red and your pussy is red and puffy. He tosses it to the side and begins to pepper kisses from the bottom of your calf up. He knows you’re pretty much over stimulated from the crop so he skips over the kissing anywhere near your pussy and instead kisses the read areas of your ass. “Roll back over,” he says as he exits the room,” In a few minutes he returns with a bottle of water and gives you a drink before taking a drink for himself. He smirks down at you.

The bedroom is set up so that the dresser and mirror are in view of each other, you can see him as he gets up leaving you alone in the room. You have the perfect profile view of the man you love and you can’t stop staring at it. His next demand breaks your train of thought.

“I’m going to roll you over and take you from behind,” you feel the bed shift as he does just that. His arm holding you up as he pushes into you. He fills you up with one hard push. It takes everything in you not to come right that instant. You don’t know how you didn’t. But nothing could hold back your screams. “I love to make you scream. Hold on to the top of the headboard and do not let go until I say so. Look at me when you come and not until I tell you to.” His thrusts get faster and more erratic. “Come for me my little whore!” And with that you let go and you’re pretty much unable to form a intelligent sentence for about 10 minutes.

I just know his aftercare game is A+ and he is a cuddler. Now I want to write an actual fanfic

[sgt-seabass]

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

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏

✧˚ · .  𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯.

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

Steve didn’t know you were different at first.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y-Yes, daddy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I was going to ask what if Steve and cookie had a baby but I saw your other answer. But yk I mean what if the baby would be vegetarian? I think Steve and cookie would be good parent☺️ and Steve’s lactation kink😭

Oh my god.

Listen, aside from the (alleged) cannibalism and all the murder and torture, they would make amazing parents. They’d do the PTA thing and the soccer mom and bake sales and all that shit. But woe to anyone who tried to be mean to their little dumpling, they would absolutely have zero qualms about killing a kid if they thought they were a little shit.

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An arranged marriage with a man you’ve never met.

It’s your worst nightmare.

But your father’s mafia standing rides on you going through with this deal. The joining of your families is imperative. Two powerful sides meet. Yet you’ve never felt weaker.

Who is it waiting for you at the altar?

Nick Fowler?

Bucky Barnes?

Hal Carter?

Steve Kemp?

You decide 😏

AHH! The impossible choice! Okay, okay, okay. I got this.

Arranged Mafia Marriage - Nick Fowler

Your father isn't a terrible man. He tried to negotiate other terms, but Nick wouldn't budge on you becoming his wife. In the end, blood wasn't thicker than water and your dad told Nick not to hurt you. He wouldn't tolerate it. Nick swore he'd be good to you, a faithful and doting husband.

And he plans to ruin every inch of you once you become his wife.

Fake Marriage - Bucky Barnes

You have to play the role of Bucky's wife when you agree to work undercover with him, but this isn't just some quick fix problem. It's deep undercover and you'll have to be alongside him for the long haul. You wonder if you made the right choice in accepting the assignment and he'll convince you that you did. He'll make it good for you.

By the time he's done, he'll make sure you keep that ring on your finger.

Royal Wedding - Hal Carter

Unable to accept that your parents promised you to a man you never met, you flee your kindgom and responsibilities. Alone and afraid once your mind catches up to your heart, a kind man offers to take you in when you get lost. You accept, trusting the man and knowing his offer would be safter than wandering around alone. He may not live like a king, but he'll treat you like a queen.

And he'll fight for you if anyone tries to take you away.

Mail Order Bride - Steve Kemp

We know Steve doesn't keep women around for too long. He lures them in, gets what he needs, and moves on to the next. It gets lonely though with the endless cycle. So he carefully chooses a bride. Like most of the women kept in his basement, someone without a lot of family and friends. No money. No chance of escape. You'll learn to love being by his side.

If you don't, he'll have to cut you down one piece at a time.

Love and thanks! ❤️

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Sunday's almost over here but I saw this tweet and had to bring it here.

https://twitter.com/theradrady/status/1665478337697808390?t=aRFIAATcC7c2B6XhSEvN8A&s=19

How do you think Bucky would react to each of those other characters? Bucky and Nick would be a really interesting interaction imo😂

Don’t worry about it you can ALWAYS send asks about anything - it’s not exclusive to Sunday 💓

Okay so I feel like most of these character’s problem is their giant ego. And this makes things so interesting when it comes to Bucky because he doesn’t necessarily thing nightly of himself. Yes, he’s a little sassy and I knows that he has skills but he doesn’t think of the world as destructible. I feel like Bucky is very aware of how things can affect him especially because he is affected though the court mandated sessions and such.

So I think meeting them or hearing about them would go a little like this:

Bucky - Nick

They’d definitely meet through a mission lmao

And Bucky thinks he’s just another asshole with money and control - which he hates

He is a little surprised when Nick suddenly shows some skills in fighting but other than that he is just annoyed his wealthy ass slipped past the radar for so long

He end him, of course, but it feels just like another mission to him

Bucky - Steve

First time he hears about cannibalism’s at this caliber, he’s just so confused and kind of scared like this meme “teenagers scare the living shit out of me” lmao

It’s times like this when Bucky jokes about the Winter soldier having solved a problem like Steve in no time - given he unter went less processes because he worked beyond the law with Hydra

He immediately doesn’t like him when he learns about Steve’s business and is just very grossed out

“What’s the Problem Barnes? It’s not like you haven’t seen chopped body parts before”

“This is different, this is so much more gruesome than war”

He can’t imagine someone voluntarily living in a house with a cooler full of body parts AND EATING THEM?! wtf

So when he meets him for the first time, idk maybe they infiltrate Steve’s house to lock him up and save the women, he violates mission protocol and just knocks Steve unconscious as soon as he steps foot in the house

There’s no acceptance for guys like him and he finest even flinch when Fury benches him because of his fifth violation - it was so worth it… and necessary

Bucky - Lance

Now this one’s interesting because it’s two total opposites running into one another

Lance who’s had everything going for him all his like and then Bucky who took tragedy after tragedy

Maybe he’s a little jealous at first because Lance’s life seems so glorious but then he quickly realizes what an asshole he his

Bucky has trauma, yes, but he tries to be invisible and not the center of attention especially when people don’t like him

And that’s another thing, lance doesn’t have a clue about his environment and it makes Bucky really appreciate his own attentiveness

Overall, I think they would have a little appreciation for Bucky because of how skilled he is and ruthless he seems (sometimes). Nick probably made an offer about hiring him too. Not Lance though, he probably made a stupid joke and almost earned a broken arm just in time for the Olympics had Sam not intervened.

Okayyy that’s it, I liked this very much! Thank you for asking 💞 what do you think? Feel free to reblog with other Sebastian Stan characters too!