SEBASTIAN STANasSTEVE Fresh (2022) | dir. Mimi Cave
It’s about giving. Giving yourself over to somebody. Becoming one with somebody else, forever. And that’s…that’s a beautiful thing. That’s surrender. That’s love.
You hadn’t meant to fall for him. But then again, Steve hadn’t meant to fall for you either. By know you knows exactly who - what - he was. Knew all about his double life. But you didn’t give a damn about Ann or the boys. Because you loved him. Were devoted to him. Accepted him for what he was. Lived in his home. You belonged to Steve. And he’d promised to never hurt you. Said he couldn’t hurt someone so perfect. And you believed him. Because Steve would never lie to you.
He’d followed you for months. So determined to make you his. Phone calls, flirty texts. Flowers. Romantic dates and trips. Steve always pulled out all the stops to win you over. He adored everything about you. Your laughter, your smile. He swore deep down that he was a changed man for you, but Steve couldn’t change. Not really. He was who he was. And when you found out the truth, it was already too late. You were in love with Steve Kemp.
The screams from the other side of the house woke you from a dead sleep. You sat up, trying to get your bearings in the dark room. Steve wasn’t there, so you sighed softly and reached for the ear plugs on the side table, putting them in to drown out the noise. You wondered briefly about this one, who was she? What did she look like? You rarely saw them, rarely heard them. Steve tried hard to keep that side of him away from you.
The light was just starting to peek in through the blinds when you felt his warm body press against yours. You weren’t sure how long he’d been there, but you figured it hadn’t been long. Steve typically worked at night, and gave his mornings and afternoons to you when he wasn’t in the suburbs with Ann and the boys. “Morning, gorgeous,” he whispered against your neck, making you shiver slightly. “Morning,” you replied back, turning your head to meet his cerulean eyes.
Steve loved being between your thighs, whether it was his face or his cock, it didn’t matter to him. He loved waking you up in the best kind of way. He’d told you a hundred times that making you feel good was his favorite thing. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered and you buried your face in the pillow, cheeks hot. He loved this too, this little game. How embarrassed he could still make you after all this time. “Come on, kitten. What’ll it be this morning? You want my tongue or do you want to fuck?”
Your cheeks heated up even more and he chuckled, cupping them in his hands. He glanced at the clock and you understood now. He needed to be with her. Instead of you. “Just go, Steve,” you whispered, unable to meet his eyes but he shook his head. “I have an hour. Ethan has little league practice. And I promised I’d be there.” You shook your head and sat up. “I can wait,” you told him, but he looked eager to have you. “Please, Steve. Just go for now.” He nodded and rolled out of bed, clearly disappointed.
“No roaming the house.”
You knew that little rule. You’d found out pretty quickly why, and that was a conversation you’d come to dread. Finding out about the real Steve. How he made his wealth. Over time, you’d come to accept him for what he was. He never forced you, truly never expected you to accept him. He’d expected you to go running for the hills once you found out his dirty little secret. But you hadn’t because you’d fallen in love.
It was hard to not disobey his rule. Curiosity always wanted to get the best of you. See exactly what he was hiding from you. Why those girls? Was there something special about them? Did he see them the same way he saw you? No. He couldn’t because he’d sworn from the beginning that he’d never let any harm come to you. That you were different than the others. Different than Ann. You were special.
You dragged your fingers across the large painting in the living room. You knew what he hid behind it. He’d showed you when he confessed. You knew why he kept those things. You understood. It made you shiver slightly. You wondered for a moment how you could stick around, knowing what he was doing, knowing why. But you shook your head at that. You knew why you stayed. You trusted Steve.
Another scream ripped through the house, a tortured sound. It made a shiver run up your spine. The girls trapped underneath the house. “Ignore that,” his voice came from the doorway and you jumped slightly. “It’s okay, Y/N. Nothing to worry about. I’ll take care of it.” He kissed your cheek softly and passed you, headed toward the sound of a second scream, a plea for help, to be freed. You knew what would happen.
It took nearly an hour before he reappeared. “Dinner, love?,” he asked and you nodded, following him into the kitchen. He had you backed up against the counter, his heavy breath on your neck. “I hated being without you today,” he whispered in your ear. “It was pure torture. You know it’s no good without you.” You nodded. You’d heard it a thousand times. The same words repeated over and over again.
It’s no good.
“I don’t want dinner. I want you,” he panted, sliding his warm hands up under your shirt. You nodded wordlessly, letting him have his way since you’d denied him that morning. Steve always got his way. “Undress, sweetheart. I want to see you.” You nodded again and did as he asked, stripping down bare there in the middle of the kitchen, blushing as his eyes roamed over you shamelessly taking you in.
He tugged at his shirt as he turned you around, bending you over the island, his hand tracing the curve of your ass. “There’s my girl,” he whispered softly, hearing the sound of his buckle. You shivered, desperately waiting for his next move. “It’s never any good without you,” he said quietly, his lips on your shoulder. “Never.” You wanted to beg again, beg for him to leave her, but now wasn’t the time. He wouldn’t want to hear it.
He never did.
But you wanted to be his completely.
“Grip the counter,” he demanded and you did as he asked. “That’s my girl,” he praised, pushing into you slowly, taking his time to let you adjust. “You’re so good to me, aren’t you? Always so good for me. Take me so well. Take my cock like a good girl.” The praise set your cheeks ablaze, but you loved it coming from him. Something about him, you always wanted to please him. There was just something about Steve.
Faster and harder, your knuckles were white as you gripped the marble countertop. He wanted you loud, wanted your screams to echo off the walls. “Let it go,” he commanded darkly. “Let me hear you.” So you let go, moaning louder and louder until a scream ripped through you with your powerful release. “There it is,” he panted behind you. “There’s my girl.”
It didn’t take long to feel him still and come inside you with a deep grunt. He brushed a hair from your face and tucked it behind your ear. “Always so good to me, aren’t you?,” he cooed softly, making your cheeks heat up. “Turn around,” he whispered and you did as he asked, just as he dropped to his knees in front of you. His strong hands pushed your thighs apart and buried his face in your folds, cleaning you up.
“Exquisite,” he hummed against you, moaning your name as his tongue flicked over your clit. That was all it took for you to come a second time. “Perfection,” he whispered, looking up at you, his hands still on your thighs. “I know what you’re thinking. I can read that pretty mind of yours. You know I can.” You shook your head but he tsked softly. “Don’t lie to me, little one. I know you better than you know yourself.”
You swallowed hard and closed your eyes as he slipped your panties back up your legs. You let him carefully dress you, silently, knowing you didn’t have to say a word. Steve was right. He knew you, knew what you wanted. “Would it matter if I left her?,” he asked, a serious look on his face. “Because you know you’re still number one.” You opened your eyes and looked up at him. “I want to be the only one.” He thought for a long moment, clearly contemplating it. Could he leave Ann and the boys?
“Steve-,” you started, but he cut you off with a kiss. “You know you really can’t ask that of me. Just like you can’t ask me to give up everything else. But you know you’re my number one, don’t you?,” he held your chin between his fingers and you nodded silently. “I have a reputation to uphold at the hospital. I can’t just walk away from my family for you. You know I can’t.”
You bit your lip and nodded again, tears forming in your eyes. “No waterworks,” he said harshly and you angrily wiped them away. Another scream ripped through the house and Steve’s jaw clenched. “I have to deal with that. No dinner tonight,” he said, a hint of anger in his voice. “Go clean up and go to bed,” he told you and you nodded. “I’ll be up when I can.” You nodded once more and headed toward the shower.
It wasn’t easy loving Steve Kemp.
But you did. Despite the fact that you knew you’d never truly be his. You laid alone in his bed, aching for him to come to you. Watching the clock tick by. Waiting for hours for him to return. But you knew he wouldn’t, not tonight. He wasn’t angry with them, he was angry with you. And that was a rare situation. Steve rarely got angry with you. But there’d be punishment. He wouldn’t return for days to you. But you loved him any way.
Warnings: mentions of violence, smut. Under 18, DNI
Coming soon
You hadn’t meant to fall for him. But then again, Steve hadn’t meant to fall for you either. By now you know exactly who - what - he was. Knew all about his double life. But you didn’t give a damn about Ann or the boys. Because you loved him. Were devoted to him. Accepted him for what he was. Lived in his home. You belonged to Steve. And he’d promised to never hurt you. Said he couldn’t hurt someone so perfect. And you believed him. Because Steve would never lie to you.
He’d followed you for months. So determined to make you his. Phone calls, flirty texts. Flowers. Romantic dates and trips. Steve always pulled out all the stops to win you over. He adored everything about you. Your laughter, your smile. He swore deep down that he was a changed man for you, but Steve couldn’t change. Not really. He was who he was. And when you found out the truth, it was already too late. You were in love with Steve Kemp
You hadn’t meant to fall for him. But then again, Steve hadn’t meant to fall for you either. By know you knows exactly who - what - he was. Knew all about his double life. But you didn’t give a damn about Ann or the boys. Because you loved him. Were devoted to him. Accepted him for what he was. Lived in his home. You belonged to Steve. And he’d promised to never hurt you. Said he couldn’t hurt someone so perfect. And you believed him. Because Steve would never lie to you.
He’d followed you for months. So determined to make you his. Phone calls, flirty texts. Flowers. Romantic dates and trips. Steve always pulled out all the stops to win you over. He adored everything about you. Your laughter, your smile. He swore deep down that he was a changed man for you, but Steve couldn’t change. Not really. He was who he was. And when you found out the truth, it was already too late. You were in love with Steve Kemp.
The screams from the other side of the house woke you from a dead sleep. You sat up, trying to get your bearings in the dark room. Steve wasn’t there, so you sighed softly and reached for the ear plugs on the side table, putting them in to drown out the noise. You wondered briefly about this one, who was she? What did she look like? You rarely saw them, rarely heard them. Steve tried hard to keep that side of him away from you.
The light was just starting to peek in through the blinds when you felt his warm body press against yours. You weren’t sure how long he’d been there, but you figured it hadn’t been long. Steve typically worked at night, and gave his mornings and afternoons to you when he wasn’t in the suburbs with Ann and the boys. “Morning, gorgeous,” he whispered against your neck, making you shiver slightly. “Morning,” you replied back, turning your head to meet his cerulean eyes.
Steve loved being between your thighs, whether it was his face or his cock, it didn’t matter to him. He loved waking you up in the best kind of way. He’d told you a hundred times that making you feel good was his favorite thing. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered and you buried your face in the pillow, cheeks hot. He loved this too, this little game. How embarrassed he could still make you after all this time. “Come on, kitten. What’ll it be this morning? You want my tongue or do you want to fuck?”
Your cheeks heated up even more and he chuckled, cupping them in his hands. He glanced at the clock and you understood now. He needed to be with her. Instead of you. “Just go, Steve,” you whispered, unable to meet his eyes but he shook his head. “I have an hour. Ethan has little league practice. And I promised I’d be there.” You shook your head and sat up. “I can wait,” you told him, but he looked eager to have you. “Please, Steve. Just go for now.” He nodded and rolled out of bed, clearly disappointed.
“No roaming the house.”
You knew that little rule. You’d found out pretty quickly why, and that was a conversation you’d come to dread. Finding out about the real Steve. How he made his wealth. Over time, you’d come to accept him for what he was. He never forced you, truly never expected you to accept him. He’d expected you to go running for the hills once you found out his dirty little secret. But you hadn’t because you’d fallen in love.
It was hard to not disobey his rule. Curiosity always wanted to get the best of you. See exactly what he was hiding from you. Why those girls? Was there something special about them? Did he see them the same way he saw you? No. He couldn’t because he’d sworn from the beginning that he’d never let any harm come to you. That you were different than the others. Different than Ann. You were special.
You dragged your fingers across the large painting in the living room. You knew what he hid behind it. He’d showed you when he confessed. You knew why he kept those things. You understood. It made you shiver slightly. You wondered for a moment how you could stick around, knowing what he was doing, knowing why. But you shook your head at that. You knew why you stayed. You trusted Steve.
Another scream ripped through the house, a tortured sound. It made a shiver run up your spine. The girls trapped underneath the house. “Ignore that,” his voice came from the doorway and you jumped slightly. “It’s okay, Y/N. Nothing to worry about. I’ll take care of it.” He kissed your cheek softly and passed you, headed toward the sound of a second scream, a plea for help, to be freed. You knew what would happen.
It took nearly an hour before he reappeared. “Dinner, love?,” he asked and you nodded, following him into the kitchen. He had you backed up against the counter, his heavy breath on your neck. “I hated being without you today,” he whispered in your ear. “It was pure torture. You know it’s no good without you.” You nodded. You’d heard it a thousand times. The same words repeated over and over again.
It’s no good.
“I don’t want dinner. I want you,” he panted, sliding his warm hands up under your shirt. You nodded wordlessly, letting him have his way since you’d denied him that morning. Steve always got his way. “Undress, sweetheart. I want to see you.” You nodded again and did as he asked, stripping down bare there in the middle of the kitchen, blushing as his eyes roamed over you shamelessly taking you in.
He tugged at his shirt as he turned you around, bending you over the island, his hand tracing the curve of your ass. “There’s my girl,” he whispered softly, hearing the sound of his buckle. You shivered, desperately waiting for his next move. “It’s never any good without you,” he said quietly, his lips on your shoulder. “Never.” You wanted to beg again, beg for him to leave her, but now wasn’t the time. He wouldn’t want to hear it.
He never did.
But you wanted to be his completely.
“Grip the counter,” he demanded and you did as he asked. “That’s my girl,” he praised, pushing into you slowly, taking his time to let you adjust. “You’re so good to me, aren’t you? Always so good for me. Take me so well. Take my cock like a good girl.” The praise set your cheeks ablaze, but you loved it coming from him. Something about him, you always wanted to please him. There was just something about Steve.
Faster and harder, your knuckles were white as you gripped the marble countertop. He wanted you loud, wanted your screams to echo off the walls. “Let it go,” he commanded darkly. “Let me hear you.” So you let go, moaning louder and louder until a scream ripped through you with your powerful release. “There it is,” he panted behind you. “There’s my girl.”
It didn’t take long to feel him still and come inside you with a deep grunt. He brushed a hair from your face and tucked it behind your ear. “Always so good to me, aren’t you?,” he cooed softly, making your cheeks heat up. “Turn around,” he whispered and you did as he asked, just as he dropped to his knees in front of you. His strong hands pushed your thighs apart and buried his face in your folds, cleaning you up.
“Exquisite,” he hummed against you, moaning your name as his tongue flicked over your clit. That was all it took for you to come a second time. “Perfection,” he whispered, looking up at you, his hands still on your thighs. “I know what you’re thinking. I can read that pretty mind of yours. You know I can.” You shook your head but he tsked softly. “Don’t lie to me, little one. I know you better than you know yourself.”
You swallowed hard and closed your eyes as he slipped your panties back up your legs. You let him carefully dress you, silently, knowing you didn’t have to say a word. Steve was right. He knew you, knew what you wanted. “Would it matter if I left her?,” he asked, a serious look on his face. “Because you know you’re still number one.” You opened your eyes and looked up at him. “I want to be the only one.” He thought for a long moment, clearly contemplating it. Could he leave Ann and the boys?
“Steve-,” you started, but he cut you off with a kiss. “You know you really can’t ask that of me. Just like you can’t ask me to give up everything else. But you know you’re my number one, don’t you?,” he held your chin between his fingers and you nodded silently. “I have a reputation to uphold at the hospital. I can’t just walk away from my family for you. You know I can’t.”
You bit your lip and nodded again, tears forming in your eyes. “No waterworks,” he said harshly and you angrily wiped them away. Another scream ripped through the house and Steve’s jaw clenched. “I have to deal with that. No dinner tonight,” he said, a hint of anger in his voice. “Go clean up and go to bed,” he told you and you nodded. “I’ll be up when I can.” You nodded once more and headed toward the shower.
It wasn’t easy loving Steve Kemp.
But you did. Despite the fact that you knew you’d never truly be his. You laid alone in his bed, aching for him to come to you. Watching the clock tick by. Waiting for hours for him to return. But you knew he wouldn’t, not tonight. He wasn’t angry with them, he was angry with you. And that was a rare situation. Steve rarely got angry with you. But there’d be punishment. He wouldn’t return for days to you. But you loved him any way.
Pairing: Serial!Killer!Steve Kemp x F!Reader, Serial!Killer!Nick Fowler x F!Reader
Word Count: 2033
Summary: Ex-agent Nick sets his eyes on an heiress, kidnapping her for her own “safety”, little does she know, he’s the dangerous she should be protected from. Everything begins to derail when Nick’s brother shows up.
Warning: explicit sexual content, dom/sub dynamics, lap dance, drinking, jealousy, stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, lying, dirty talk, banter, sassy reader, dry humping, bratty behavior, nicknames, daddy kink
A/N: My serial world is always growing and so here we have Nick & Steve’s first part, things will escalate with this trio quickly but I wanted a base chapter to just introduce them and their dynamics a bit. Thank you to for reading it over for me. All mistakes are my own.
if you’re a minor, please DNI!
Please do not repost, publish or translate my work. Reblogs and comments are appreciated! Thank you for reading :)
You loved attention, thrived on it, ever since you were little. Being the daughter of one of the richest men in the world did that to you. But ever since that day when your personal security detail was attacked and Nick had been tasked with bringing you to this safe house, there had been no contact with the outside world. The signal was shoddy and you thanked your stars that the cable seemed to work otherwise you would have gone stir crazy.
Nick sat across from you, reading his book, acting disinterested as always. It drove you mad, having an attractive man not notice you. He was almost indifferent to you.
You let out a wistful sigh and crossed your legs, your dress riding up to reveal more of your thigh. Nothing. He didn’t even glance up.
With a huff, you shot up from your seat and headed to the kitchen. It was always well stocked, a fresh delivery coming every Tuesday like clockwork. The two men who brought by the food and supplies never stayed long and you weren’t allowed to meet them. It didn’t stop you from spying from your room whenever they came. The tall blond was handsome but the brunette with a metal arm always caught your eye. Mainly because he bore a striking resemblance to Nick.
You never asked of course. You doubt he’d tell you anything anyways.
Grabbing leftovers from the fridge, you plopped down at the island and began to eat. Your eyes wandered to the small bar that Nick had set up in the butler’s pantry. Various decanters decorated the marble surface, each filled with varying hues of liquid.
A devious thought crossed your mind and you put down your fork, quietly slipping off your stool. Nick didn’t even stir as you quickly prepared two drinks the way he usually did later in the evening. On barely heard footsteps, you made your way to his plush leather armchair and placed the glass on the table next to him, you clinked your glass to his.
Series Summary: “Oh yeah definitely a little suspicious bag of chips, never can trust anything or one.” You smiled, putting in your number into his phone.
He laughed. “Yeah, you’ve got no clue.”
“See you Steve.” You smirked walking down the aisle.
Steve watched as she walked away back to something that would be ‘normal’ Shopping for groceries every Wednesday, he’d been watching her and looking her up for months now getting an idea as to what is her normal schedule. Work all week then on the weekends stay in and maybe grade or watch Netflix, Wednesdays grocery shopping, Thursdays out to eat, Friday relax and repeat, normal. He walked out with a smirk and headed to his car driving off.
Pairing:Steve Kemp x Reader
Warning’s: Manipulation, drugging, Stalking, and Smut
Word count:1298
A/n: Here’s the first part I hope you all like it the next coming parts should be longer than this one, feedback is appreciated, thx-SSITKOW
Series Summary: “Oh yeah definitely a little suspicious bag of chips, never can trust anything or one.” You smiled, putting in your number into his phone.
He laughed. “Yeah, you’ve got no clue.”
“See you Steve.” You smirked walking down the aisle.
Steve watched as she walked away back to something that would be ‘normal’ Shopping for groceries every Wednesday, he’d been watching her and looking her up for months now getting an idea as to what is her normal schedule. Work all week then on the weekends stay in and maybe grade or watch Netflix, Wednesdays grocery shopping, Thursdays out to eat, Friday relax and repeat, normal. He walked out with a smirk and headed to his car driving off.
A/n: Guess who is back and with a new sires! Yes this is about Steve from Fresh y'all can be mad, or you can enjoy, I know it’s been a long time but meh…
Series Warning’s: Cannibalism (Obvi), Death, murder, drudging, Dark themes, smut, kidnapping, blood, stockholm syndrome, That should be it but we’ll see.
