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buckys-wintersoldier · 19 days

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His name, his property | Steve Kemp

// Pairing //

-> Dark!Steve Kemp x Female!Reader

// Summary //

-> After letting you out of the basement Steve makes sure that you and everyone else knows who you belong to. His name written on your skin is a good option, isn't it?

// Wordcount //

-> 4.085 Words

// Warnings // Explicit Content

-> 18+, Minors DNI, dark content, kidnapping, hint of stalking, non-con tattoo, mention of cannibalism, Stockholm syndrome, non-con kissing, choking, finger sucking, masturbation, handjob, mention of oral (fem!receiving) and unprotected p in v

// Request //

-> I’ve really been craving a marking kink piece lately and I love your writing. Can you write a Steve kemp smut where he kidnaps the reader and wants to claim her as his so he tattoos his name on her lower back (tramp stamp) and when he sees the finished product he can’t help but cum all over her face

// Authors Note //

-> First of all thank you for the request and the feedback. Hope you like the request and it’s what you thought about.

-> I want to thank @bucks-babe for encouraging me and the comments, proofreading.🩷🩷

// Events //

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// Masterlist | Steve Kemp Masterlist //

You don’t know what happened last night, the only thing you can remember is the party you were at last night. Usually you don’t drink much, so you really wonder why you can’t remember how you came to this place and got undressed. The warm blanket covering your body stops the cold from the room to surround you and you sigh softly, frowning when you turn your head to find out where you are. Maybe you hooked up with one of these guys at the party? But why is the room so cold and dark, and where is whoever you hooked up with?

The creaking sound of the door lets your gaze wander, and a moment later you have to shut your eyes. A bright light is shining into the dark room, and a big, broad man walks into the room. He closes the door and turns on the light, letting himself fall down on a chair opposite you.

“Glad you’re finally awake; I thought you would sleep a day more. Maybe I gave you a bit too many drugs; aren't you used to them, huh?” The man chuckles darkly, and you don't feel comfortable anymore. You open your eyes slowly to get used to the light before you turn your head to face him, and your jaw drops. “Looks like you remember me, love?”

You nod your head, closing your mouth, and try to sit up when you feel something around your arm. Your gaze immediately shoots to the chains that are around your arm, and you gasp. “W—Please let me go. I can give you money; do you want money?”

“Babe, does that basement look like I need money? You have your very own toilet and look at the beautiful sunrise, or do you want to call it a sunset? However, doesn’t it look pretty?” He asks, smirking at you, and you shake your head. Panic is growing in your body, and you inhale deeply, covering your face with your hands before you look back at the man.

“C—Can you please take these handcuffs off and we can talk?” You ask, and you breathe, shaking while you feel tears building up in your eyes.

“We can talk, but I won't take them off. Maybe when you're good, are you good?” The man smirks at you; his legs are spread, and he leans forward, placing his forearms on top of his thighs while he stares at you with such an intense gaze.

“What do you want then? Can you please let me go?” With every passing second, your breathing gets heavier, and your body starts to tremble. You definitely haven't planned to go to a party and be drugged to get kidnapped by such a psycho guy.

“I'm gonna tell you, but you will freak out. Just please don't freak out, oke?” The brown-haired man says with a nice smirk, and you’re not sure if you should be even more scared or less now, but something inside of you is enough to just scream and run — even though that isn't working with handcuffs around your wrist. "Remember, I told you I'm a doctor-”

And suddenly, you remember what happened in the evening. This nice guy, Steve, sat next to you at the bar, asking you if you wanted a drink as well. Since you two had a lot of fun then — laughing and talking about everything and nothing — he asked you to come with him to a more private corner of the bar. When you agreed, you had another drink, and then everything was dizzy. The next thing you can remember is waking up in the dark room — obviously his basement.

“Usually I would sell your meat; it brings a lot of money, and it is delicious— Calm down, love, I said usually. But I love you, babe,” he says, grinning while he gets up from the chair. His hands slide down his sweater, and he takes a step closer. “So when you do what I say, we are going to have a family, and I will give you my kids. Oh, they will be wonderful, won’t they? And we will be happy. When you don’t do what I say, I’m gonna punish you.”

“You’re fucking insane! I don’t want to have your kids, and I won't do what you want!” You shoot, crawling backwards, when he takes another step forward. “Stay there! Steve, please! Stay where you are! Don’t dare to step closer— please. Steve, please don’t come closer!” You say it through gritted teeth, but he only chuckles at your attempt to crawl away until you crash against the wall behind you.

Steve gets on his knees when he is just a few inches away from you. You already plan how to bite or kick him when he is taking another step closer, but he stays where he is and just looks at you with a soft smile.

“Listen, I’m the one who is in charge, so you better accept it. Like I said, when you don’t do what I say, I’m gonna punish you. Do you want me to punish you, babe? Sore, red ass, huh?” Even though he kind of scares you, when he reaches out to brush a strand of hair out of your face, you feel like there is no fear left in your body.

“I will cut off your dick or—" You get interrupted when your head flies to the side and your cheek burns. Steve just grasps your chin, stopping you from turning your face away while tears form in your eyes and fall slowly down your cheeks. His smile is so soft, and his beautiful blue eyes show nothing but comfort, but he just hit you. Your feelings go crazy, and the way he looks at you and the way his soft fingers hold your chin don’t help with your feelings.

You sob quietly, while he captures your cheeks with both of his hands and wipes your tears softly with his thumbs away. “It’s oke, babe. I love you, and you will love me too,” he mumbles, leaning closer to kiss your forehead before he pulls away and looks deep into your eyes.

“Steve—“ you get interrupted once again when he pushes his thumb into your mouth, pushing your tongue down. You gag around his thumb, and it causes more tears to fall down your cheeks. He then pulls his thumb out of your mouth and smirks.

“Shut your mouth unless you beg for my cock or want to tell me that you love me, love,” he says, leaning forward, and this time he captures your lips with his. They are so soft and warm, and he moves them so perfectly against yours that you just want to give in, leaning more into his touch. Steve will get what he wants, even when it takes a bit to tell you that you love him, but you will be his beautiful, cute wife.

He pulls his thumb out of your mouth, smirking when you immediately close your mouth and crawl further back. You whimper, leaning your back against the wall and looking down at your hands. With your fingers, you play with the handcuffs, moving them around your wrist. Steve looks at you the whole time, smiling softly before he gets up.

“Will you always keep me in the basement?” You ask shyly, not looking at him. A low chuckle leaves his lips. Steve turns around and looks at you once again.

“When you tell me you’re good, I will take you upstairs. Are you good?” His voice sounds soft, and when you look up, you see nothing but comfort in his eyes. Steve’s hands are in his pants pockets while he waits for you to answer. You nod, flicking when his eyes darken, and he looks suddenly at you with an angry expression. “Use your words, love.”

“Sorry,” you mumble, wanting to look back down on your hands, but his intense blue eyes hold yours. You just can’t look away; even though he just looked angry, when his gaze softens, you feel a comfortable warmth rushing through your body. “I’ll be good.”

He grins, walking closer to you and getting down on his knees once again. Steve’s blue eyes brighten when you hold your hands up for him to open the handcuffs. He then gets up and holds his hand out for you to place your smaller one in his big one. When you do so, you smile slightly; his hand is so warm and soft.

“Let’s get upstairs and get some food into your belly, huh?” You nod your head, getting up as well. Your legs feel like jelly, and Steve has to catch you so you won’t fall forward. He immediately wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you tight against him, and you can feel his broad chest against your back. You sigh softly until you feel something poking into your lower back, gasping when he thrusts his hips slowly forward to press his growing bulge more against you.

“S—Sorry,” you mumble, not wanting to make the situation awkward, but Steve doesn’t look ashamed at all. He grinds his bulge against you while his grip on your hips tightens. Steve’s fingers dig into your soft skin, and you moan quietly, your cunt dripping when his cock slides up and down your lower back and your ass. He leans down, his lips grazing over your skin. Steve kisses and sucks at your skin before he lets go and takes your hand to lead you upstairs.

Steve made lunch for the two of you; his eyes were roaming the whole time over your face, and he smirked when you ate the food with a satisfied smile on your face. “You’re pretty when you smile. Know why I feel for you,” he said, causing you to look up at him and blush slightly.

His tongue slid out and across his lips while his eyes suddenly darkened, and he groaned with a huge smirk on his plump lips. “Should make you mine, but first finish lunch, babe.”

Not long after you are placed on your belly on the bed, Steve doesn’t allow you to turn around, and afraid of punishment, you listen to him and just lay there while you listen to him walk through the room.

“Are you gonna be good, babe? Or do I need to handcuff you?” He asks; you can hear him smirking, and your stomach feels like it’s turning around. You inhale deeply, trying to calm yourself down. Maybe he just wants to joke around or something.

“I—I will be good,” you mumble, placing your hands underneath your head so he can’t reach them immediately.

Steve chuckles darkly before he makes his way to the bed. His footsteps are heavy, and your body starts to tremble when his hand slides along your leg, causing goosebumps on your skin. “Gonna show everyone that you belong to me, babe.”

Steve places whatever he has in his hands next to you on the bed and lets himself fall down next to you on the mattress.

“What are you doing?” You ask, turning your head slightly, but Steve is fast and snaps his hand forward, pressing it on the back of your head to turn your head back, pressing it down on the mattress.

“Told you, gonna show everyone that you belong to me,” he says again before he moves and sits on your thighs, causing you to groan. “I’m not that heavy, love.”

You squirm a bit while Steve grasps the hem of your shirt and pushes it up. He reveals your back, his fingers grazing slightly over your skin. “Steve, please—"

“Shut your mouth!” His voice sounds harsh, and you immediately obey, closing your eyes and trying to think of something better than Steve sitting on your thighs.

A cold liquid drops on your warm skin, and you yelp, trying to turn your head around once again, but he still pushes your face into the mattress, so you’re not able to see whatever he is doing right now. He then waves the liquid away, and you’re really not sure what he is doing there.

“Could hurt a bit but will be fine.” Steve mumbles, and your eyes widen. His hand on the back of your hand lets go of you, but you don’t dare turn your head. You inhale deeply; your breath is shaking, especially when you hear him turning on a machine.

He brings it closer to your back, and before you can say something or move away, you feel a sharp pain in your back. You scream and gasp, your skin burns, but he brings the machine over and over again to your skin. “Steve, please. That hurts; don’t do that, please.”

For a brief moment, you just want to turn around and try to get him off of you, but since he sat down on your thighs, you’re kind of frozen, and now, with him making a tattoo on your back, even more.

Tears are building up in your eyes, rolling down your cheeks, and causing a wet spot on the sheets underneath you. Quiet sobs leave your lips while Steve holds you in place and continues with the tattoo. A smirk crosses his lips when the first letter is written down on your lower back. He groans, his dick growing in his pants, when he makes the next letter.

“Gonna cum in my pants when you have my name written on your back, fucking gorgerous,” he moans, thrusting his hips forward for you to feel his bulge pressing against your ass. “Or maybe I jerk off and come all over your face, or your tattoo, fuck, I can’t decide it’s all so hot. My dick is so hard, and my balls are so fucking heavy, filled with so much cum, and I will pump you full with it at some point.”

“Steve, please,” you try, but a sob interrupts you, and Steve just ignores you, continuing to finish the tattoo on your lower back. He groans every now and then, his tongue wetting his lips while his hand is pressing down on your back, and you feel his hips rutting against yours every now and then.

You don’t know how much time passes until he finally turns off the machine. Tears are still falling down your cheeks, but unless you get a few sniffles, you’re quiet. You thought Steve could be soft, and he can, but right now you just feel scared and hurt. Steve places the machine and color to the side and wipes a cold washcloth over your lower back, causing you to flinch.

“Do you want a nice bath with me or do you want to watch a movie? He asks, leaning down to kiss your neck softly. Steve’s lips are so warm and soft against your neck that you want to sigh, but the burning pain in your lower back makes you wiggle to try and move away from him.

“You’re fucking insane! I don’t want a bath with you!” You say it with a shaking voice while he sighs. He then lets go of you and lets you crawl from the bed, pushing your shirt down before you look for the nearest corner.

He looks at you when you sit with your back pressed against the wall, your legs pulled up, and against your chest while you rest your head on your knees and stare at the wall.

“Babe, come here. I’m sorry, oke. But seeing you so often go out with your friends makes me go crazy. And when someone comes over here, they can see that you’re mine. I love you, babe,” he says, his voice soft.

You turn a bit to face him; his steel blue eyes look so soft, and his lips are curled up into the sweetest smile. “How about I make it up to you?”

You narrow; what does he understand when he says he is making it up to you? You shake your head; he just made you a tattoo with his name. But with his question, the anger inside of you grows, and the pain on your skin turns into anger too. With a clenched jaw, you let a small chuckle escape your lips. “Wanna make it up to me?”

He nods his head, getting up from the bed and walking a few steps closer. You immediately press yourself more into the corner. Steve sighs before he gets on his knees and reaches his hand out for you to grab or for him to touch you. “Yes, let me make you feel good.”

“Making me feel good — maybe with another tattoo? Or do you want to make it up, and I can make a tattoo on your fucking dick?” You ask with a low chuckle.

Steve’s jaw clenches, and he grasps your arm harshly, pulling you off the floor and back to the bed. “Can’t fucking appreciate it, can you? Just made you mine, or else someone else would have fucked you. Are you such a whore that you want someone else to fuck you?”

“I would prefer everyone in that city instead of letting you fuck me!” You shoot at him, trying to wiggle out of his tight grip, but he turns the two of you around and takes a seat on the bed while he pushes you onto the ground in front of him.

“Would you?” Steve’s voice is calm, and it causes you to shiver. His blue eyes are darkened; he grips your neck and squeezes lightly. You nod your head, trying to ignore the tight grip of his hand around your throat. “Then you can start to show me that you can be a good girl.”

“Thought you wanna make me feel good?” You ask, looking through your lashes and trying to grin. But his hand is squeezing even more, and you feel yourself panicking when he just doesn’t want to let go of your neck. “I’m sorry, p—please.”

“Good girl, beg Daddy to let go of your neck. Fuck— could look at you sitting between my legs all the time, begging for me. Sit still!” He demands, his fingers letting go of your neck, and he brings them to your cheek, his thumb slipping over your lips before he pushes his digit into your mouth. Steve groans before he removes his thumb.

Steve lets go of you and brings his hand to his belt, unbuckling it before his hand disappears in his pants. He is freeing his weeping cock. You whimper, your eyes widen when you see his huge length, the tip read, and pre-cum is leaking down his thick, veiny shaft. His hand is wrapped around his cock while he gives himself a few strokes, smirking at you.

“Like that, love? Knew you would love seeing me jerk off and come all over your face,” he says, grinning when you slowly move away from him. His free hand immediately snaps out to grasp your neck again, and he pulls you closer. “Sit still! Wanna give you all of my cum.”

His thumb moves over his tip, and he groans while bucked his hips forward, thrusting into his hand. You can’t move away; his grip is too tight around your neck, and you swallow harshly, trying to look at something else at least. Steve pushes your head even further toward his cock, grinning. His dick is the only thing you are able to look at unless you look up. Then you would look at his lower belly, covered with his shirt.

“Look at my cock when I come all over your face, babe,” he groans, his cock twitching in his hand. He pumps his length at a steady pace, his thumb brushing every now and then across his tip, and he smears his pre-cum all over his cock.

Even though you didn’t want to see it, you kind of like it. Steve's dick is beautiful, and you can’t help the growing wetness between your legs, soaking your panties slowly. “C—Can I do that?”

For a moment, he is narrowing his eyes and tilting his head to the side before he recognizes the way you press your thighs together. Steve loves that his action of jerking himself off in front of you has such an effect on you, and he lets you gladly help him with his hard cock. “You can wrap your hand around my length and pump it.”

You nod, lifting your hand, and wrap your fingers softly around them. The brown-haired man immediately groans loudly when your soft and warm hand is wrapped around him, moving up and down. Your eyes are focused on the leaking tip, and then you let them wander down his shaft. Using your fingertips to slide them along his vein before you wrap your fingers around his cock again.

Steve smirks at you. He looks at you for a while — addicted to your hand around his cock, your soft touches, and the way you clench your thighs to get some friction between your legs. He then looks behind you, and a big mirror shows your back and ass. Steve lifts your shirt and smirks; he can see his name written down over your ass.

A pornographic moan leaves his lips when he thrusts into your hand, almost hitting your face since he still holds you close to his dick. The sight of his name on your lower back and the steady movements of your hand around his cock bring him closer to his orgasm. His balls are heavy, and his dick twitches.

The man grasps your hand, removing it from his cock, and causes you to whine. “Don’t whine; you can get my cock. But I said I would come all over your face. You look so fucking gorgeous with my name on your back; you belong to me, babe.”

You whimper, staring at his cock while he thrusts into his hand. His eyes are focused on your back; Steve is going feral with that sight; his moans and groans get louder, and he is about to come, giving you his cum and painting your face white with it.

With a few more strokes and a loud groan, he comes all over your face, shooting his seeds all over it and smirks satisfied. He could come once again just from you having his cum across your face and looking through your lashes at him. Your tongue is sliding over your lips, licking the cum off of them, and a desperate moan is leaving your lips when you taste him.

“Yeah, like my cum, huh? Pump you full with it; you’re so sexy with my cum all over your face, making me go feral for you,” he groans, leaning down, pushing you away before he presses his lips for a passionate kiss against yours.

It’s rough, and he immediately asks for access when he glides his tongue over your lips, getting it when you part your lips and let him explore your mouth with his tongue. The tingling feeling in your lower stomach grows; your pussy is dripping.

“Let’s clean your face,” he says after pulling away from the kiss. His fingers swipe over your face, grazing his cum. Steve holds them in front of your mouth, waiting for you to twirl your tongue around them and clean his fingers. You moan softly, sucking on his digits, before he repeats his actions and lets you lick off his cum until your face is clean. “Good girl, deserving a reward for helping me to jerk off and eating all of my cum, huh?”

You immediately look up into his beautiful steel-blue eyes, nodding your head. Steve chuckles, letting go of your neck and getting off the bed, starting to strip. “Take off your clothes; I’m hungry, and I want a meal before I pump you full with my cum.” His voice sounds so rough and sexy that you obey, smirking while you do what he asks you for.

He may be a dick, but he is a hot dick, and you’re pretty sure he can help your tingling and dripping cunt perfectly. Maybe he isn’t that bad; he loves you, so you can learn to love him too, right? You definitely can, especially when you see those pretty blue eyes roaming over your naked body like he looks at his prey, ready to eat your pussy.

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masturbucky · 2 years

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| "A Perfect Match" |

Steve Kemp x fem!Reader

Summary: She had her little secret she would never share with him, unless he has his own, kind of related to hers. Part one(?)

TWs: cannibalism, mention of sex, gore and violence, masochistic behavior by Y/n, sadistic by Steve obviously, Y/n is totally a living endless steak for Steve now, from Y/n's side it's a fucking romanticized toxic behavior, both characters are SICK SICK, I DO NOT APPRECIATE THIS KIND OF SHIT IRL! It's a DARKFIC, you have been WARNED!!! English is not my native language, so there's probably a lot of mistakes. Not proofreaded, I finished this masterpiece at 3am. And yeah, writing virginity bye-bye :D

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Steve was a dream come true, indeed. This man is around for only a week yet, yes, but hell, did you felt ever so good as with him during those seven days? Easy question, the answer is no.

He always made sure to make you feel comfortable around him. For you comfort was a rare thing — yes, I mean, you had a nice place, all the things you want, your bills were always paid, little pleasures of life was yours without much thinking about price. You made it really good, your work were more than well paid.

After all, letting all those weirdos cut your limbs off, eating your flesh straight from your legs and just selling the parts of yourself to them were something where you had no competitors in. As far as you concerned, you're the only person who can regrow any part of their body with no limits, survive whatever damage were done and get out of this the same way you were before, as if nothing happened. Great success, as they say. Business grows and booms.

But back to Steve- Steve was good. Really good. He was gentle and dreamy, yes, he was beautiful, he was all those things you've never managed to piece in one man in your life. Puzzle never was pieced, always they were or a complete assholes, or just not good for you. There always were something under the facade, always, so you were pretty cautious about men. Before Steve showed up. Maybe there were some moments that made you feel like something is off for a second, but for a second only — you felt good about him, your gut and sense both were telling you that he's good. And so you believed, you gave into this perfect, perfect dream.

But of course you cant tell him what you are and what you do for living, God, of course no. You'd just say that you're a freelance artist, that's easier. Not exactly a lie, you really do freelance and in other way, art.

You guys spend nice time together. At first it was two dates in bar, then you two somehow made it to your bed — it's quite further, but fuck it, he's too good to pretend. And since the night it's all so sweet — morning kisses slowly turn into morning sex and breakfast together, then lunch, then dinner at your place, sex, conversations about nothing and everything at the same time, then sleep cuddling to his side, and the cycle continued to the next day. It's all too good, and it's your comfort, your sweet happy hours you look forward to while some psycho drools over himself, slicing your throat and asking to let him put his fingers in the cut for double price.

You show up on your date with Steve in a new dress and a nice new coat, the ones you've been thinking about for quite some time.

"Damn, I did something really good in the past life, didn't I?" He asked with a laugh, telling you just how gorgeous you look in his own, charmingly funny manner. You laugh too, telling him that he probably were a saint, because you have even more pretty lingerie underneath.

It was an ideal week, the next one went even better — he offered to spend the weekend somewhere out the city. Where? Hmm, let it be a surprise. Oh, I love surprises.

So here you are at the cold Friday morning, wrapping the coat around your comfy, but not warm enough sweater, while he gets your things for the weekend into his car's trunk and explains how one of hell the traffics are gonna be today, but don't worry, we'll be there before midnight. Then you both sit into his car, chatting and laughing, and the trip starts.

And he was right — you do arrived to his cottage before night, and surprise, hope you don't mind that I don't have a wi-fi there, complicated shit, and of course you don't. You have a whole two days ahead with Steve in his cottage, so much away from all this noise and people, finally, so it's all just perfect.

He tells you something about his niece and how she gifted him some candle which you think smells really good, and something else while you look around and he gets a drink for himself and for you. It's so nice in here. I'd love to live somewhere like this one day.

I...

Yeah, what we were talking about?...

***

You wake up with a dull headache, groaning in pain. You didn't even remember how you fell asleep — was it alcohol? But you haven't, like, drink much, in fact you had only one glass of whatever fruit-flavoured it was-

Where you are, even?

Not the most comfortable bed under your touch, but the blanket is soft, did Steve carried you to bed?

And where is he?

You open your eyes slowly, trying to focus. You also try to sit — successfully, even though your head still spins a bit. You see a silhouette in front of you; Steve, obviously, sits in the corner of the room, staring at you calmly.

Something feels off longer than for two seconds.

"How you slept?" He stands from his spot and walks closer to you casually, and your head still processes the way you woke up.

"Not really bad, just don't remember how I fell asleep and my head hurts, that's it..." You sit, moving your legs closer to your body in attempt to get some more warmth. The chain clattered.

What chain?

You removed the blanket quickly, staring at your leg. Of course, this chain, right around your ankle. You're not dumb. You see where this goes.

"I drugged you. That's how you fell asleep, sorry." Steve says it simply, as if sorry I forgot to order you ice in your coke, won't happen again, and you stare at him in slight, still sleepy, confusion.

"What's- What's this supposed to mean? What for? And why you chained me?"

Now you realized that you're not even in bed, in fact, you're on some thin mattress.

"Y/n, easy, I know it's all hard, but try to remain calm for me and listen, okay?" He says it with one of his smiles — beautiful smile, so boyish and comforting that it even works on you now. "I'm going to sell your meat. I know, I know, don't freak out — listen,"

...Wait the fuck up.

You hold your breath, but you listen.

"I will keep you alive as long as possible. Fresh meat costs more, so- You'll be kept in good condition, I'll take care of you. I will take your body parts with time passing, yes, but I'll keep you clean, feed and if you'll be a good girl, you can even last longer." Steve ends his explanation calmly and in this comforting way, in which only he can really bring comfort to you, and you cant help but let out a laugh.

And before he says more, you speak up.

"How ironic." You say, smiling too simply for someone who just heard that they are practically a living piece of meat here. "Why don't you go and bring something you can cut me with just now?"

He sighs. Oh, what a reaction. He probably thinks she's kidding.

"I don't think you really want me to start now, Y/n. You see-" He laughs, ready to brush her off with something threatening, maybe. Too bad she's deadly serious.

"Go on. Believe me, you wanna see what kind of surprise I hold, Steve." You lean closer, holding eye contact. You totally want to play, because what can you loose? He will learn soon anyway, so you might as well enjoy the show.

Steve accepts the challenge of her game judging by how he smirks, not really trying to hide excitement, and walks out of the room for a minute or two, closing the door.

While he's away, your body practically shivers with the same amount of excitement you just seen in his eyes. You've never, NEVER had a chance to enjoy this power you have. Now, when you see someone who's as much fucked up, as much of a psycho, just from the other side of the show — you know that you would, even if he'll break your ribcage and get your lungs out. You never liked the feeling when they get your insides out of you, it's so empty and suffocating in it, and so cold, but if he will do this...

The sound of door opening makes you let go of your thoughts, your dreams, and you finally see him again. You don't even try to hold back the urge to bite on your lower lip. Its not exactly what you wanted - only a meat cleaver, nice and sharp, nice and clean, but not enough for your liking. Will do for now, but maybe later...

Since when do you even think of it that way?

Steve sits down in front of you, analyzing your reaction. It must be a high risk for him - bring a fucking meat cleaver, a knife to you, he probably knows how much it can cost him if you'd try and attack him. But you wont. You just don't see the fun in that.

It wont bring you satisfaction you crave for, the one that he can give you. It's Steve, and even if for him it's nothing — which you doubt — it is so much for you. He's not like others.

"What are you waiting for, brave one?" He chuckles, what a lovely sound. "Your hand, sweetheart. Give me your hand. Not like we'll need your pretty fingers for anything else anyway."

You see what he does. He tries to scare you, make you submit, make you accept your loss. Even one of scary knives he brought for it, for the show. Good try, Steve. Really.

But you know better, and the next second your left hand are on the floor, in front of him.

He hesitates, looks in your eyes in search of something. For doubt, fear, maybe. But you stare back with a smirk, a literal "try me" sign.

It cuts sharply, like a slice of butter. Bones are nothing. Three fingers - index, middle and ring finger are now on the floor, bleeding — your hand bleeds more of course, scream catches in your throat and you let out more like a small yelp. He still stares in your eyes - and you don't dare to look away. You don't want to, god, whatever, but let me stare in those eyes forever.

He breaks eye contact first, looking down. Fingers, when they cutted out of their usual place, look really weird. The sound when it happened were, not to mention, more like when you cut a cucumber, maybe. You allow yourself to breathe again, hardly, but you look down too - out of the remaining of where were yours three fingers only a minute before started grow something; new fingers, here they go, each time regeneration works faster. Would new limbs just grow in a 15 minutes instead of hours with time if you'll keep all this up? Because it can be really, really useful.

He stares at your hand in awe, pulling the knife aside without much care.

"How?" He only mutters, bringing your hand with already halfway grown new fingers, covered in slippery, just beginned to form flesh with small forming drips of blood here and there. You chuckle, almost don't feeling any pain out of what your body does with itself now - it was painful long time ago, now it's just like dulled pressure and deep discomfort if you try to move forming flesh.

"It was that way as long as I remember myself. Evolutioned first of all you loser humans, apparently." You giggle, feeling proud of it, the first time its not making you feel like a freak.

Maybe it's because he's a freak, too. A lovely one.

You bring your eyes back to his face. He's so out of this world now, observing how the flesh and now even skin forms on your new fingers, god, you feel like you're naked in front of him. What a sick, but so pleasant feeling.

"Okay... Okay. Now I get it, Y/n. It's incredible, truly." Steve suddenly does something unexpected and not so pleasant physically, but it almost makes you cry out of feels. He brings your hand to his face, kissing still not fully formed fingers, licking the drips of blood from them.

"And ironic."

"What a perfect match we are."

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And now I'll go to sleep cuz I'm dying :D

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isimpfortoomanypeople · 2 years

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Victory girls

Bucky Barnes x Y/N Parker (Peter Parker’s sister)

It’s 1939 London is still on its knees following the aftermath of the First World War. Life seems to be looking up for you, you have a stable job, a loyal group of friends and a handsome young man who has asked you to be his date. Blind to the fact that in a few months time your whole life would be turned upside down and everything you loved would be changed forever.

Series playlist: victory girls

A/N: welcome all to my newest fic. the final chapter of ”so this is it?” will be out this friday. But this idea wouldn’t leave me till I wrote it down. Again unsure how long this fic will be. I’m from Wales in the U.K. so I know a lot more about the Second World War in the U.K. than I do in America, the story will take place both in the U.K. following the girls lives during the blitz and the guys lives on the front line. This first chapter is set in 1939 a few months before war is declared, so consider this the happier chapter for a while. Apologises for all spelling and grammatical mistakes as I’m super dyslexic, enjoy

warnings: mentions of death, war, alcoholism, smoking and 1940s Bucky being incredibly charming he’s a warning okay.

“May come help” you called struggling with the side zip, that got caught on the ruby fabric of your tea dress. “May!” You called again raising your voice to make your voice more audible.

“I’m coming” she called back.

Staring at yourself in the full length mirror smoothing down the skirt of your dress. You had to look perfect tonight as it wasn’t any night a fine dashing young man asked you to dance at the Palais. You gave yourself a large toothy grin to check if there was any lipstick on your teeth, your mind drifted towards a fine looking brunette man. Your thoughts were cut short by Aunt May opening the door.

“I’m here, what’s the issue?” Breathlessly she asked, holding her hand to her chest in order to steady her racing heart. You lifted up your arms to reveal the stuck zipper.

“Ooh now I see why” she winked at you, “look at you dressed like a jewel, if I didn’t know any better I’d say that you’re going to meet a boy”. “Aunt May!” you felt your cheeks grow red as the room suddenly grew in temperature. “So, who is it?” “Well I met him working at Mrs O’Sullivan’s grocery, he came in with his gentleman charm that made me want to melt on the spot, the way he spoke to me like I was the only girl he had ever laid his eyes on. God sure did bless him on his looks, he has luscious brunette hair with a face that was chiselled to the gods. He told me I was the prettiest belle he has ever laid his eyes on and how he’ll take me dancing at 8. Oh aunt May I felt like I could of died and went to heaven, like god had made the ideal man for me” you squealed feeling your body become over powered with your giddy energy.

Aunt May fixed the zip and looked at you with adoring eyes that became glassy with her tears of joy. “Oh darling if only your mother could see you, you’re the spitting image of her” she smiled appreciating your whole image, the way the dress emphasises your physique and how the red complimented your skin tone. “Now go out and enjoy yourself, but remember one kiss and that’s it, you want to keep him wanting more”

“Now who is going to be kissing who!” Peter stormed in your room doing his best impression of being intimidating, but being 5 years younger than you couldn’t help but laugh at him, he can try to be intimidating but he’s still your baby brother.

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You and Peter have been through a lot since the day you were both born, the city of london that you both called home was still in ruins from the First World War. Construction was happening on every corner that you looked upon, but the city was far from repaired, each street told the story of the terrors that people would rather forget.

Your mother died during childbirth to Peter, you were five at the time but you could never forget her blood curdling screams or the corpse like expression your farther face held when he walked out of her room. Your father drown his sorrows in liquor from losing his beloved, he never became violent to you both ,but when you had to steal food from the local greengrocers to feed you and Peter that it was the final straw, this was not the home he should live in. Your farther succumbed to polio 5 years after your mother’s death.

You remember the day your father was pronounced dead, tearful that your father was gone but the looming threat held over your head that you both maybe separated, as where are you both to live now? Peter was 5 but you were 8, because of your age difference Peter would be adopted into a nice family. While you on the other hand would be left in the orphanage till you were old enough to provide for yourself as the system preferred younger children. You clutched onto Peter tightly tears forming in your eyes as scary men in suits walked towards you both, believing that this was the last time you’ll ever see Peter again.

Luckily for you both you had an aunt on your mother’s side called May who gladly accepted you both with open arms. Being a widower and unable to bare children, she was more than happy for you to become her family and vowed to keep you both safe, and here you were 13 years later and you both couldn’t be happier.

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You chuckled ruffling your brother’s styled hair, “it is none of your business” “Yes it is as aunt May has asked me to escort you” “What! May really?” You pouted, hoping that your puppy dog eyes would melt away down to aunt May’s heart. “The moment you said you were going dancing with “some friends” I knew there was a man involved, I wasn’t born yesterday miss” “But Wanda will be there and Nat too” “And Wanda is dating Samuel Wilson and last weekend Nat was spotted kissing Steven Rodgers, no arguments Peter is going with you and will make sure your home by eleven pm sharp-“ “But aunt May-“ “No buts Y/N, and that’s final” she stated walking out of your room.

You stared at Peter and rolled your eyes at him, clasping a Pearl necklace around your neck. “This better not be this Barnes, I’m serious Y/N he’s bad news” “My lips are sealed” you smirked, adjusting your hair to look perfect. “Hm” Peter hummed not looking too convinced, “did you have to mess up my hair?” He complained gelling his hair back into place. “Since when did you care about the way you looked-“ your voice went quiet when it dawn on you. Your little brother is not going just to look after you, but rather he is going for someone else. Your eyes grew wide and your face grew into an excitable smile. “Peter who is she?” You squealed “There’s no- one” he stuttered looking embarrassed, suddenly the carpet looked fascinating to him. He playfully slapped your arm “wipe that smile off your face Y/N”

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“There she is!” Wanda screamed when she saw you in the dance hall, she crushed you between her arms in a hug so tight you swear you could feel your rib cage crack. “Stop wands, let the girl breathe” laughed Nat. Wanda placed you back on the ground, you beamed back at both of your friends. “Well girls for once I actually have a date for tonight” The two redheads let out a girlish scream of delight as they cupped their mouths in disbelief. “So the ice queen has a heart” Nat laughed “I’m very particular in the men I amuse” “So particular that all the men in the dance hall won’t dance with her as she’s rejected them all” You huffed and softly slapped them both on the hands.

“There you are. Doll you look beautiful, truly a sight to behold. Can I ask you to dance? That’s not if I’m intruding something?” Asked a very handsome looking Bucky barnes. You can’t help but admire him, he looked ravishing in his navy blue suit and neatly kept brown hair. His blue steel eyes drew you in captivated by his warm gaze.

“Pick your jaw off the floor” Nat whispered sharply down your ear. “Erm yes” you stuttered, you felt your face warm with embarrassment. “I mean no you’re not disturbing anything, I’d love to dance with you Bucky” “Oh trust me doll the pleasure is all mine” he kissed your hand and lead you towards the dance floor. You gazed over at Wanda and Nat who looked at you with elation. You blushed smiling back at the handsome man who asked you to be his date.

He led you to the middle of the dance floor, the band started to play a high energy swing song. He pulled you close to him that you could feel his heat radiating into your skin. You inhaled his scent, he smelt of smoke mixed with whiskey. Maybe Peter was right? Maybe he was bad news? But you were too drunk on him to care.

“So tell me doll, why is a woman as beautiful as yourself doing without a fella to take you out dancing?” He asked throwing you in to a twirl that ended up with you two being dangerously close. “Well I suppose I’ve never met the right man” you flirted looking back into his steel blue eyes, the blue of his eyes drew you in and now you don’t know if you’ll ever be released from their grip again. “Maybe I could be the one” he whispered, his breath dangerously close to your lips, it took every part of you not to melt onto his lips.

The band’s song drew to an end, the couples on the floor cleared the floor to catch their breaths before the next song came on. Bucky rummage through his blazer pocket fishing out a beautiful silver cigarette box, that had roses engraved on the front. “Doll care to join me for a smoke? I’d love to get to know you somewhere a little less noisy” You chuckled and threaded your fingers between his, “lead the way”. This Barnes boy that you’ve only met for 5 minutes but you were all ready falling for him.

There was a few people finishing the ends of their cigarettes when you both walked outside the dance hall. It was peaceful and the stars illuminated the night sky it felt beautiful and romantic.

He placed a cigarette in your fingers and lit it with his zippo before lighting his own. He left out a sigh as the smoke escaped his lips. “How long have you been working at O’Sullivan’s?” “For 5 years, as soon as I left school I started to work there to help my aunt. My aunt took in my brother Peter and I since I was 8 years old, she works as a seamstress in some boutique down the road, she’s always been so selfless trying to provide a good life for us. Plus my brother is finishing his studies he’s a smart kid and he has some real potential to go into university so I’ve been saving some of my wages for that too” you took a a deep inhale at your cigarette hoping that wasn’t too much information to throw at a person you’ve just met.

Hi eyes met yours with a soft kindness reflecting in them. “That’s incredibly sweet doll, you’re truly a smart, kind, generous bold young woman. How did I get so lucky finding someone like you” he smiled, lifting your hand to meet his lips. His lips left you within a trance, completely enchanted by him. You forgot how to breathe, he made your whole body forget how to function, you blushed bringing your hands to your cheeks to disguise your redden cheeks. “You’re cute doll” he chuckled at your coyness.

You both stayed outside the dancehall for a few moments longer. You learnt that he lives with his parents in a flat near Covent Garden, he’s currently in university studying law in hopes to one day take over his farther’s firm. He’s a charming young man who knew the right things to say to make you blush. He is the sort of man that poets write about, the type of man you thought who could only exists in fairytales. But your Prince Charming was real and his name was James Buchanan Barnes.

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Peter stood at the side of the dance floor watching a pretty young girl called MJ she was the same age as Peter, her dark hair styled in curls that framed her face. The teal dress she wore compliment her so well that it held Peter captivated by her every move. The way she danced was effortless, her smile radiated her beauty further. Safe to say Peter was infatuated with her.

They both attended the same school, he watched MJ from afar. Noticing all the little things about her that made his heart melt. The way she scrunches her nose when she’s thinking or how her eyes crinkle at the sides when she is truly happy. But he was too much of a coward to say anything to her so he stared at her from a far longing for the day when she’ll finally notice him back.

The band finished playing the song she was dancing to, the man who was dancing with her departed his ways from MJ and whispered something in her ear that made her laugh. This fuelled the rage growing in the pit of Peter’s stomach, he needed to make his move now or he never will.

“Hi… erm MJ?” He stuttered for she truly did take his breath away, his words broke upon exiting and so did his confidence. She turned around to see a very flustered looking Peter who awkwardly looked at the ground. Great Peter thought, she thinks you’re a train wreck, she’ll probably never talk to you again.

“Peter is it?” She smiled at the adorable brunette, she found something about his timidness endearing. “Yes it is” surprise flooded his voice, she actually knows who he is, she actually recognises the boy who blends into the background too awkward to say a word to her. “I want.. I want..” he rubbed the back of his neck, the words he wanted to say got trapped in his throat making him choke on his own embarrassment. “You want to know if I would like to dance with you?” He nodded, his words failing him. He’s never felt like this about anyone so he didn’t know what was the correct etiquette for these sorts of things. She smiled and her eyes crinkled, the way Peter was acting made her melt. She spoke to many gentleman tonight who had silver tongues who were recycling the same cheesy lines on every girl here tonight. But Peter, he made her feel like she was the only one he has ever laid eyes on, that he only wanted her and no one else. She felt beautiful and special. She laced her fingers through Peter’s “I’d love to dance with you”

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You walked back into the dancehall with your arm linked around Bucky’s, it was clear to anyone around you that you were both smitten with each other.

“Hey Buck, who’s this fine looking belle?”

You turned to face a blonde haired man who had piercing green eyes who held a teasing grin on his face.

“Steve, this is Y/N I met her at O’Sullivans” “Oh this is the girl who you can’t shut up about” Bucky scoffed, playfully punching Steve’s arm. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Y/N, I’m Steve Rogers” “Wait do you know Nat? Natasha Romanoff?” “Yes I do, she’s my girl, why do you know her?”

A small squeal drew your attention from Steve as a giddy Nat ran up to you, with a loved up Wanda following suit with her hands enclosed with Sam Wilson’s. “So this is the fine man who cracked our ice queen’s heart” Nat laughed looking Bucky up and down to make sure he was a good match for her dear friend. “Hey darling” Steve cooed pulling Nat in close and kissed her on her forehead, Natasha was a woman who claimed that relationships was not for her, but in that moment when Steve’s lips pressed against her head she melted into his arms.

“I’m going to guess you know each other?” Bucky laughed drawing you even closer to his side. “Yes we do” Wanda spoke, finally drawing her eyes away from Sam’s lips. “We’ve been friends since school and became inseparable ever since” Sam let out a hearty laugh “What a small world as us men met at university 4 months ago, a group of friends dating each other what’s the odds” His laugh was reciprocated by everyone else.

Sam had a bright charismatic personality, that in the month he has dated Wanda she has already came out of her shell and was more brighter and confident within herself. They were clearly a perfect match.

“We should all go on a triple date, I’ve heard that murder in Soho is the must watch film right now” suggested Nat, all 6 of them agreed, Sam made a comment about how it was the perfect opportunity to spend two hours snuggling up to Wanda which in return made her as red as her hair.

Bucky’s eyes met yours, he lent into you and softly spoke “so doll, is there a second date?” Your heart burst on the spot, you felt your body shake in pure delight for this Prince Charming has asked you to be his princess. You giggled as your cheeks grew the same shade of rouge as it did outside. “I’d love to Bucky” “You’ve just made me the happiest man in the world doll”

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The band was packing up their instruments and the couples were far gone, Sam walked Wanda back to her house, while Steve and Nat snuck into Steve’s room without his parents noticing, Nat made you promise if her parents asked she staid with you for the evening.

“Can I walk you home doll?” Bucky asked looking at you into a sense of awe like his whole senses were captivated by your essence. “Yes, but I need to find my brother first”

You found Peter in the corner of the dance floor next to a giggling girl, she was extremely pretty and your brother seemed infatuated by her. “Hey Peter I’m going, Bucky is going to walk me home” Peter pursed his lips shooting Bucky a death stare, he still doesn’t approve of your company. “Fine, but if he ever tries any funny business I’ll knock him square out” he stated. You chuckled “yes message received, it’s great to meet you.. erm-“ “MJ” “Well MJ I hope that my brother walks you home safe and if he tries any funny business I’ll knock him square out” you stated impersonating Peter, MJ let out a chuckle while Peter gave you a glare. “Bye Peter” you gave your brother a quick hug before walking over to Bucky, you linked your arm with his. “Now doll shall we go?”

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“Here’s my home, thanks for walking me” “The pleasure was all mine doll, thanks for allowing me to take you dancing I had an amazing time” “Me too, is it bad that I’m already planning our second date?” You felt your cheeks redden again in embarrassment. “Not at all doll because I was going to ask you if you were free next Friday at 8”

The silence that followed was built with pent up romantic tension from both parties, each unsure if they should close this distance between them both. Bucky finally took the reins and pulled your face close to his, your lips melted against each other’s. It felt like everything else in this world didn’t matter as you had someone who wanted you, it felt like this man was made for you. Bucky was your happily ever after.

“Goodnight doll” he smiled against your lips. “Goodnight Bucky” you smiled back at him.

A/N: did I make this chapter incredibly self indulgent so I could imagine Bucky being this smooth to me? Yes, yes I did. Also how cute are Peter and MJ? If you want to be in my tag list for this fic let me know. I’ll see you in the next chapter

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extremelyblackandwhite · 2 years

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can you write something where maybe steve and yn are attending one of daisy's math competitions and maybe someone is mean to her and her boyfriend defends her and then steve finally sorta gives in and sees that maybe her boyfriend isnt as bad as he thought?

pairing:steve kemp x dark!reader

warnings: 18+ (under 18 year olds do NOT interact/reader)

part of toxic

Steve used to think that life was easy with seven kids and it truly was until half those children grew into teenagers. In his defense, his first born had done such a perfect job of being the perfect child that he wasn't expecting it when the remaining of his children started to rebel - specially Ivy.

- Ivy, we are all gonna support your sister. We discussed this! - he followed after the fourteen year old back to her bedroom where she was still wearing her pyjamas.

- You go, you’re her dad. - she rolled her eyes. - I don’t want the school to see me support the Math Geek.

- I don’t care, I’m your father and I’ve decided the whole family is going.

- Her boyfriend is gonna be there, dad. He’s a knucklehead and he’s gonna sit next to us so he can ogle the Math Geek.

- Stop calling your sister the Math Geek. Be in the mini van or I swear to God Ivy, no space camp for you.

- GOD! You’re so annoying.

- That’s right.

He went downstairs, victorious he outwitted a child which couldn’t be more similar to him if she tried. Of course the whole family was gonna go support Daisy. He was so proud of her, she’d been accepted to Pre-Med at his Alma Mater pretty much as soon as she applied, she was class valedictorian and now she was competing in her very last Math Leagues. Steve couldn’t be prouder to be her father and he’d be damned if the whole family wasn’t there - even if her shit faced boyfriend was there as well.

Steve did not like Billy the moment he heard his name. He had to admit he’d been happy Daisy had told them and not dated in secret - but he wasn’t particularly happy. She was 17 and Y/N had warned him that Daisy one day would start dating. He just thought it would’ve been when she was in college - but no, now the annoying kid with a birds’ nest for hair was having dinner with them every Friday. He didn’t have to like him, he was dating his little girl.

- Steve. - Y/N put her hand on his shoulder just as they were about to enter the auditory, her other hand holding the baby comfort where Aaron was asleep, thankfully. - Play nice, please.

- Of course, love. I’ll play nice.

- I mean it, Steve. You say anything rude or you try anything funny and I swear you won’t see me naked until she graduates college. Are we clear?

- I love it when you’re bossy and threatening. - he leaned down to kiss her before leading the kids to her seat. His good mood was interrupted as he saw Billy approach them, sitting next to Y/N.

- Hello, Dr. Kemp. - he smiled at his wife. He knew his brain shouldn’t jump to the conclusion that he was flirting with his wife, because he definitely wasn’t. - Other Dr. Kemp.

- Hi William. - he rolled his eyes. - Can you please sit down so I could see my kid? Thank you.

Y/N rolled her eyes, focusing on the stage at the Math league begun. As per usual, their girl made them proud, answering each question with ease - that typical giddy smile not leaving her face. That giddy smile always made him nostalgic, it hadn’t changed one bit since she was a baby. It soon came to an end and that sense of pride was mixed with bittersweetness - the bitter part of this being her last Math league, of him not driving her to band practice or extra classes every day. She was growing up and he was now realising how empty the house was gonna be once she left.

- Rosie, can you watch over Aaron while me and mum go congratulate your sister backstage?

- Sure. Come here, peanut. - Rosie picked up Aaron, cooing at him while Y/N and Steve went backstage.

There were people everywhere - he guessed the school was really into school spirit and after winning yet another championship, they should be proud. As per usual, the two split to find their daughter in the middle of the crowd. Y/N moved to one side while Steve moved to the other; yet as he found her - he wished he hadn’t.

- You guys should totally come to my party tonight. - one of the guys loudly announced.

- I don’t know. - he recognised his daughter’s shy tone. - My mum and dad always take me out to celebrate.

- Wasn’t talking to you, Math Freak.

The boy almost spat those words in her face and that wide smile she had been sporting turned into an apologetic one as she pulled on the hem of her varsity jacket. Steve’s blood boiled - he was gonna give that little prick a piece of his mind. Yet before he could even get closer to them, her boyfriend grabbed the boy by the collar, punching him in the stomach harder enough to drain the boy’s face of any colour. He fell to the ground, pathetically.

- Apologise!

- Sorry, Daisy.

- That’s better, now scram.

The boy couldn’t have gotten away faster and perhaps it’s better that he did before Steve got his hands on him. He approached his daughter and that smile was back again.

- You did so good, Daisy love. - he wrapped her arms around her. - I’m so proud of you.

- Did you watch it?

- Are you kidding? I wouldn’t miss it for the world. My little genius.

- Dad ... - she rolled her eyes, playfully.

- Alright, alright. My very grown up genius, just like dad.

- Should we go find mum? Go get some dinner?

- Uh ... - he couldn’t believe he was actually considering this. He should be going inside. - Daise, do you wanna go have dinner with Billy instead?

- No, dad, it’s okay. I wanna ...

- I don’t mind if you want to have lunch with your boyfriend. - he did mind but that’s not what mattered at the moment. - Besides, you can always have dinner with me and mum ... you can bring the shit hair if you want.

- Dad!

- Okay, okay. Go find your mum and let her know okay.

She nodded her head, putting herself on her tiptoes to kiss her dad’s cheek before running to find her mum.

- William. - he called out. - Next time punch him in the face.

- Yes, Dr. Kemp.

- And take her to a nice restaurant. - he pulled out some money from his wallet handing it to the kid. - She’s home at 5PM. Are we clear?

- Yes, sir, Dr. Kemp.

- Good.

He went after to find his girlfriend while Steve sighed. He guessed he had to start understanding that no matter how much he wanted it not to happen, his daughter was gonna grow up. He shrugged to himself, moving to find his wife who once he did, gave her a funny look.

- Daisy and Billy are going out for lunch. Apparently your suggestion?

- You said play nice.

- Wanna explain why?

- You know our kids. Rose doesn’t really want a boyfriend and I think every single living breathing thing is attracted to the triplets. William looks like me so that’s a plus for him but Daisy ... she’s always been too grown for her own good. She’s done really well but she ... well, Y/N, she never had any sleepovers or was invited to many dinners so I suppose ... I suppose she deserves to be with a guy that likes her. I’d rather it be that shit head than anyone else, I guess.

- Steve Kemp. - she smirked. - How about we leave the kids with their grandparents for a while?

- I told Daisy to be home by 5PM so we can all go to dinner.

- It’s 11AM, Steve. - she walked closer to him, her lips almost touching his ear as she whispered. - You have until 5PM to do whatever you want to do with me.

#steve kemp

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