#steve kemp x pregnant reader

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Sebastian Stan characters finding out you’re pregnant » Steve Kemp

Pairings: Steve Kemp x Female Reader

Summary: Steve finds out you’re pregnant.

Warnings: Fluff, language, pet names

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found it on Pinterest.

You would automatically know something is off a few weeks after yours and Steve’s first time together. You told Steve and him being a doctor, he took you to the hospital he works at and has you checked out after he checked you out first. The two of you found out you’re pregnant.

After finding out you’re pregnant, Steve gives you free reign of the house. He keeps a close eye on you just to make sure you don’t try to escape. Once he knows for sure you’re not going to escape, he stops watching you like a hawk and begins trusting you.

He would set up bedroom for you upstairs.

Steve would make sure you’re eating healthy.

He would give you a check up at least once a week just to make sure everything is ok.

He would help you through your morning sickness and mood swings.

You two would start a relationship soon after finding out you’re pregnant.

Steve would make you something special for dinner every night.

He has the kitchen stocked with your favorite snacks and foods.

You and Steve brainstorm idea of how to design the nursery.

You try to help him to set up the nursery, but he tells you no cause he doesn’t want you to get hurt in anyway so you do little things like putting the baby clothes in the closet and dresser. You would also put the stuffed animals a certain way.

Steve describes how beautiful you look during your pregnancy in so many different ways.

He tells you how much he loves you.

You and Steve put the first ultrasound picture of the baby on the fridge door for something to see everyday.

When you have a bad mood swing, Steve puts music on and the two of you dance in the middle of the living room or he puts your favorite movie on and holds you close to take your mind off of everything.

You buy a plain white onesie and creative write “Future Doctor” on it.

When you two are cuddling, he always has his hands on your belly.

You two are astonished the first time the baby kicks.

You and Steve coming up with baby names together.

You would have never thought that you would be having a baby with a man who kept you in his basement, but you’re willing to put that behind you and so is Steve.

Over all, Steve is happy and excited that he’s having a baby with the woman he loves.

[the-queen-of-hell-666]

2024 Kinktober Masterlist

I'm so sorry for not posting like at all this year but it's been a very long year. College classes started up again this fall and I'm swamped with work. This is my list for Kinktober this year. I will do my best to keep up but anywho, I hope you enjoy!

Banners by @vase-of-lilies

Key: Fluff; 🌙 // Angst; 👿 // Smut; 🔥 // Dark; 🕸️

Day 1: Deepthroating/Facesitting (Daryl Dixon (Prison Era) x Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 2: Semi-Public Sex (Ransom Drysdale x Nurse!Fem!Reader)🔥

Day 3: Knotting (Alpha!Jim Hopper x Assistant!Omega!Fem!Reader)🌙🔥

Day 4: Phone Sex (John Winchester x Hunter!Fem!Reader)🌙🔥

Day 5: Squirting (Obsessive!Perv!Billy Hargrove x Bimbo!Fem!Reader) 🔥

Day 6: Cuckolding (Shy!Jake Jensen x FemmeFatal!Fem!Reader x Franklin Clay) 🌙🔥

Day 7: Biting/Marking (Possessive!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 8: Morning Sex (CACW!Steve Rogers x Avenger!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 9: Praise Kink (Insecure!Geralt of Rivia x Healer!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 10: Mommy Kink (Needy!Johnny Storm (CE) x Mommy!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥👿

Day 11: Caught (Daryl Dixon (Prison Era) x Fem!Reader) 🔥

Day 12: Sex Toys (Lawyer!Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 13: Virginity Kink (Professor!Logan Howlett x Virgin!Mutant!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 14: Shotgunning (Needy!Ransom Drysdale x Nurse!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 15: Tentacles (Part-Kraken!Steve Rogers x Princess!Fem!Reader) 🕸️🔥

Day 16: Spanking (Johnny Storm (CE) x Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 17: Breeding (Wolf-Hybrid!Geralt of Rivia x Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 18: Tittyfucking (Wade Wilson x Plus-Sized!X-Men!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 19: Hate Sex (Erik Lehnsherr x X-Men!Fem!Reader) 👿🌙🔥

Day 20: Edging (Young!Logan Howlett (X-Men1) x Professor!Mutant!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 21: Dub-con/Non-con (Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Innocent!Fem!Reader) 🕸️👿🔥

Day 22: Stripping (CEO!Nick Fowler x Stripper!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 23: Anal Sex (Dark!Steve Kemp x Innocent!Fem!Reader) 🕸️👿🔥

Day 24: Pegging (Brat!Wade Wilson x Mean!Dom!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 25: Lactation (Dad!Steve Rogers x Mom!Pregnant!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 26: Age Difference (Older!Daryl Dixon (Alexandria Era) x 20s!Sunshine!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 27: Gagging (Mob!Bucky Barnes x Bimbo!Fem!Reader)

Day 28: DP in One Hole (CEO!Married!Stucky x Assistant!Fem!Reader)

Day 29: Gloryhole (Jim Hopper x Fem!Reader)

Day 30: Panty Raid/Panty Kink (Shy!Perv!Jake Jensen x Slight!Perv!Fem!Reader)

Day 31: Videoing (Camboy!Eddie Munson x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader)

[lanabuckybarnes]

Brain rot, Brain rot.

18+ Minors DNI

(I do not own any photos used, credits go to the original owners)

A little piece I’ve created about my favourite roles that Seb has played (the ones I’ve watched so far) because Mr Lee Bodecker and Nick have got me in a literal chokehold.

( I know about their red flags but girlies im colourblind).

Just wanted to try something a little different, Warnings are under the cut.

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x reader, Nick Fowler x reader, Steve Kemp x reader, Bucky x reader

Warnings: Spoilers for the movies, mention of Cheating (It’s Lee being unfaithful per usual), Dark Lee, Manipulation, Throat fucking, Size kink, Breeding Kink, Mentions of Pregnancy, Daddy Kink, Overstimulation, Teasing, Cock Warming, Pussy Eating, Mentions of Cannibalism, Biting, Dry Humping, Dark Steve I suppose (Steve being Steve), Voyeurism. DO NOT READ IF THESE TRIGGER YOU, if I’ve missed any warnings please let me know.

Whew Lordy.

Lee bodecker is a filthy man, with 100+ glaring red flags and you still peruse him?! It’s a wonder the townsfolk don’t have you sent to the looney bin. He absolutely loves it when his little mistress (you) wraps herself in his leather coat, just the thought of you wearing it gets him all possessive.

He loves a lady he can manipulate— bend and train to his will. A girl that when he comes stomping into her little cottage she’s there with a steak on the table and her mouth open for him. Not only does a sweet little lady appeal to him because of their naivety but because of just how shy and innocent they really are.

If you in a pretty white frock while he fucks your face is the last thing he sees as he closes his eyes on this world, he’ll die a happy man.

Also size kink demon, loves when his thick hand engulfs your thigh or when you have to go onto your toes to kiss him, loves it when one of his big ole palms can hold your wrists above your head while he pounds away at you. It’s like a ritual now for him to sit his fat length over your pussy just before he plunges in, he loves imagining just how deep he’ll be hitting you when he fucks you.

Talks about getting you pregnant A LOT. You never knew it was a kink till you were talking with some of the older ladies about your ‘mystery man’. When you brought up the fact that he’s constantly moaning about swelling that little belly up, giving you his son, they all confirmed what he was experiencing was a thing most ‘manly men’ felt. They assured you it would be a great honour to have a man’s son but you played with the hem of your dress in guilt and shame, he wasn’t your husband and he thought of you as nothing more than his little side piece to make up for his boring wife.

Please ride this man while wearing his hat, he will not survive.

Nick Fowler, I don’t really know much about him— I mostly watched clips of him on YouTube but I just imagine him with a phat daddy kink. When you whimper daddy for the first time he just about spurts right then and there.

Loves teasing the shit outta you, how many times have you came on his fingers and tongue? You don’t know but you feel fucked out— you don’t think you could handle another, Nick just scoffs.

“Come on baby another for me” he encourages, his sopping fingers circling your sensitive bud and all you can do is lie back and take it.

When he’s had a real bad day all he wants is for you to get those fucking clothes off and sit on his cock, you don’t have to move he just wants to feel your warmth and how you squeeze against him.

Now if you think you were insane to go after someone like Lee you must actually be crazy to let Steve near you, even after finding out his little ploy, how you were nothing more than meat to him— you still let him fuck you. This man knows how to eat, he’s down there for every course, slowly spreading your folds with his fingers and liking a strip up from your hole to your clit before diving straight in. He’ll have you loosing your voice over the way you scream when he drags orgasm after orgasm out of your pretty body

Constantly talks about eating your flesh while he kisses you, occasionally biting down nice and hard leaving teeth marks all over the meaty parts of your body. Even before you found out he was a cannibal he’d be biting and licking on you, he called it sampling the meat before he bought in.

Dress up nice and pretty for him, he loves it. He loves nice light colours and lacy material, the way it makes your skin look all flawless and doesn’t clash with the dark marks he’s given you has him hard in his pants quicker than you could imagine. Another man who loves being fully clothed while you’re practically naked. Has cum in his pants an embarrassing amount of times when you’ve straddled him, grinding your lace covered kitty against his bulge.

Although I write about him all the time I can never fully flesh out one of the fantasy’s I think of him in. This man, although awfully shy about his sex life with others, will and has absolutely ruined you in public places. A restaurant, he’s played with your little clit under the table and fucked you in one of the bathroom stalls, in a car while you, Sam and Steve were going on a road trip. Even once in Tony’s house during a party— Tony had almost caught you two bumping and grinding in his laundry room, the thought of how close you two were to being caught had Bucky biting on your shoulder and coming all up your back quicker than he’d ever done before.

—

I have no idea where all these come from but I’m loving it.

[bucky-barnes-diaries]

Prompt || Steve Kemp is a sex demon who came to feed on Y/N. — Requested by anon <3

Pairing || Vampire!Demon!Steve Kemp x Female!Reader

Word Count || Less than 600

Contents & Warnings || Smut — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, non-con, explicit content/language, hunter/prey kink, breeding kink, choking, biting, unprotected vaginal sex, mention of bodily fluids.

Random prompt event || Masterlist

For days now, you’d been yearning for him, hoping each night you laid in bed, he’d emerge from the darkness to prey upon your flesh and soul like he had done so many times before.

You always laid prepared—completely naked to give the demon easy access to do with you as he pleased.

On the sixth night of waiting for him to come back, there was finally a sign of his return.

A low and sinister growl was heard from the most darkened corner of your room—it was him.

Your entire body tingled in both excitement and fear as he emerged from the darkness, stopping by the side of your bed, towering over you. You try to speak and move, but his powers completely paralyse you.

“Oh, how I’ve missed you,” he uttered in an ominous tone.

You weren’t the only woman he came to prey upon, but you were by far his favourite—craving you every time you were apart, your body and energy the most succulent taste he’s ever had.

He gets on top of you and forcefully pries your legs open to reveal your glistening core. His other hand clamps down on your throat, constricting your breathing. His dark and menacing face is mere inches from yours—eyes pitch black.

He’s come to take you, and there was nothing you could do to stop him, although you didn’t really want him to stop.

He gets his cock out and lines his tip with your ready and awaiting entrance, forcing his whole length into your warm and tight walls.

A satisfying groan emerges when he finds his rightful place inside you. The tiniest mewl of pain and pleasure manages to escape you at being stuffed by him.

He fucks your pussy in long strokes, using and abusing it to his liking. His sharp teeth grace the delicate skin of your neck before he punctures the flesh—draining your life force as he takes your body for his pleasure. The concoction of the two sensations is nothing you’ve ever experienced before. It’s both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time, and you never want it to end.

His hips moved at an almost inhumane speed; the need to procreate and the feeling of your tight and warm walls was what drove him forward.

An animalistic grunt is sounded deep within him as he cums in your womb, planting his delicious seed in you, hoping that this time you would end up pregnant.

Him filling you up and his thumb circling your clit was what you needed to come undone as well. Due to still being paralysed by him, the sensation you felt was unpleasant yet pleasurable—it was almost impossible to describe, but this was the feeling you craved and yearned for every night.

Tired and dizzy from having your energy sucked out, you drift into a deep and comfortable sleep. The last thing you remember is him kissing you softly on the lips before he retracts back into the darkness.

You wake up the next day feeling a little disoriented, your body sore and stiff. Was it real? Or was it all a dream? The evidence of the demon’s visitation trickling out of your hole confirms that last night was real, and you couldn’t wait for his next visit...

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[extremelyblackandwhite]

Omg omg ur accepting Steve requests?

Ok how about Steve and reader exploring lactation kink?? He always loves keeping her full and round with his babies 🥵

Thank youu❤️

pairing: steve kemp x dark!reader

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

part of toxic

It was an exhausting day. They did love their girls but after Y/N got Daisy and Rose to settle down and go to sleep, Steve had to handle the triplets and now both were laid in bed, relishing in the fact their five daughters were asleep.

- Fuck. - she complained, looking down at her chest. - Seriously?

- What's wrong, my love? - he closed the book he was reading, putting it on the bedside table before moving closer to her.

- I just feed the triplets and pumped an hour ago and I'm full again. - she whined, looking at her chest. - It's really uncomfortable.

Steve had been used to listening to her complaining about this; after all, she'd had two babies before and had breastfeed them both. However, with the triplets, she was almost constantly either needing to feed them or pump and freeze the leftover. He had tried his best not to eye her breasts, trying to remain civilised about it. Yet, he could less and less control ogling her breasts, how full they looked and desperate for release. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't jerked off after seeing them as she stepped out of the shower.

- Well ... - he kissed her shoulder, slowly moving up to the sweet spot on her neck. - Maybe I could help you with that.

- What do you mean? - his lips moved over to kiss her, arms wrapping around her body. - Steve ...

- You know what I mean. - he smirked through the kiss. - C'mon, my love, let me have a taste.

His hand moved down to caress her breast, a small whimper escaping her lips at how the texture of his fingers felt against her silk covered breast. He sure was a man of odd proclivities, of odd tastes, yet this one appeared to be one of the most regular ones. She pulled away from the kiss, biting the inside of her lip before bringing her hands up to the strings which held the nightgown up. She pulled a string which led the upper part of her nightgown to fall down, exposing her breasts. Steve smirked, kissing her once more before leaving her lips and leaving a pattern of warm kisses down her necks and collarbones up to the valley of her breasts.

His mouth closed over her wanting breast, a small moan exiting her lips as she felt the warmth of his lips around her sensitive breast. He flicked his tongue over her nipple, sucking and slightly biting until warm milk filled his mouth. She whined as his hand kneaded the other breast, milk wetting his palm. She wasn't sure if this shouldn't feel so good but it felt good, too good.

- You're not keeping this away from me anymore, love. - he moved his mouth to the other breast, his hand going down her abdomen and over to the hem of her nightgown.

He pulled the fabric over to her hips before his fingers went under her underwear to circle her clit. She moaned, a strained sound as she held his head against her breast, throwing her head back as he started to rub her folds with his palm.

- Steve ... fuck ... - she whimpered, attempting to rub her pussy faster against his hand. He didn't say anything, merely sucking on her breast harder until she came. Her moan hanged on a high moan as she pressed her head further against her pillow.

Steve let go of her breast with a pop, swallowing the remaining liquid and bringing his fingers over to his mouth. Y/N was sure she could cum at the sight of seeing him lick a mix of her juices and milk from his fingers like a starved man. He smirked at her expression, leaning over to kiss her.

- You're gonna be pregnant for the rest of my life if it's up to me.

[sebastiansluts]

non con with mean steve kemp x naive younger babysitter reader and maybe some forced babying and dumbification? steve making her sit on his lap and suck his fingers and clean his dick with her mouth and rough sex w forced breeding/pregnancy kink and humiliation please

Steve Kemp x Reader; non!con, age gap NOT underage (reader is early 20s, Steve is 40s), dumbification/babying, rough sex, breeding kink, humiliation

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON’T LIKE, DON’T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

"Mr. Kemp, I'm gonna head out now," you said, double checking that your house and car keys were in your purse.

"Honey, come here for a minute, won't you?" Steve asked, sitting in the big armchair, legs spread wide, pants bulging. You went over to him, standing between his legs, looking down at him as he stared up at you.

"Aren't you gonna sit down?" Steve asked, laughing when you looked around you. "Silly little girl, right here, on my lap," he said, patting his legs.

You blushed lightly, but shrugged, sitting sideways on his lap, squirming because you couldn't get comfortable.

Steve hissed when your legs brushed his dick as you situated yourself, finally sitting straddling him, knees pressing into the chair on either side of him. Your ass was on his knees, but Steve pulled you forwards until your crotches were flush.

"Mr. Kemp, I've really gotta go," you said, glancing over your shoulder at the door. Steve grasped your chin in his hand and forced you to look back at him.

"You can leave when I say you can leave little girl," he said darkly, sending a shiver down your spine. Your eyes were wide as you tried to nod, chin still in his grasp. He released you and continued. "I had such a long day honey, you wanna help make it better? Make me feel a little better before you go baby?"

You blinked rapidly, trying to sort your thoughts. "Um, yeah sure Mr. Kemp, I can do that."

"That's a good girl. Open my pants, they're a little tight right now," Steve ordered.

You frowned, brows creasing. "Mr. Kemp, I don't think I should be doing that."

Steve moved so fast you missed it and suddenly his hand was on your throat, choking you. "Stupid girl, you don't think, full stop. You do what I say and nothing more. I don't want a single thought in that head other than 'yes Mr. Kemp', do you understand me?"

"Yes Mr. Kemp," you gasped with what little air you had. He released you and you slumped, panting, head spinning.

"Now, let's try this again. Open my pants," Steve said.

You lifted shaking hands to his belt, undoing it and unzipping his pants. "Take me out honey, nice and gentle, there you go, see it's not that scary, why don't you go ahead and slide those panties down baby," Steve murmured, grabbing them in his hands and ripping them apart, stuffing the shredded material in the cushion. You stared at him in shock, his hands sliding up your bare legs under your skirt.

Steve's fingers brushed against your folds, sinking two into you immediately, cursing at your wetness. "Fuck, already wet and ready for me, aren't you baby? So pathetic, bet you've been waiting for this, wanting me to take you huh?"

"Yes Mr. Kemp," you answered breathlessly, his fingers curled against a spot inside you that made you rock forwards against him.

Steve yanked his fingers from you, grabbing your hips and lifting you. His dick pressed against your entrance until you started sinking down, inch after inch forcing its way inside you. He finally bottomed out, your ass flush with his thighs, feeling like you were being split open.

"Mr. Kemp, please," you whispered, hands on Steve's shoulders, tears in your eyes as he started moving.

"Yeah, you fucking love this baby, I know you do. Full of my cock, gonna fuck you till you're full of my cum. Gonna breed you little girl, fuck you til you're pregnant. Pregnant with my seed, my children." Steve was lifting and dropping you on his dick, his hips thrusting in between.

"Mr. Kemp, I can't, can't take it," you moaned, feeling pressure building up inside you.

Steve shoved his fingers in your mouth. "I don't wanna hear that kinda talk baby. In fact, I don't wanna hear any talk anymore. Just be my dumb little baby, suck on my fingers honey."

You did as he said, tears falling from your eyes as you suckled. Steve groaned, fucking up into you harder, slapping your cheek lightly a few times when you stopped sucking.

"You ready little baby? Ready to be filled? Fuck you're gonna look so good pregnant, all round and swollen with my babies. Gonna fuck you even more then," he groaned, coming hard and flooding your insides, fingers slipping from your mouth and falling to your hip, squeezing hard.

Steve sat back, catching his breath. "Alright baby, clean me off now. Properly, with your mouth," he smirked.

You flushed, getting off his lap and to your knees on the floor between his spread legs. His cock was softening, hanging between his legs on top of his balls, still out of his pants and briefs.

You leaned forwards, licking hesitantly. "Put it in your mouth idiot, like the baby you are with her pacifier or we'll be here all night," Steve rolled his eyes.

You squirmed, but pulled his cock into your mouth, sucking away the mixture of yours and his fluids, licking until there was nothing left.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Dr. Kemp knowing that reader is pregnant but not saying anything until she figures it out.

He does show his knowledge in his actions, though. Keeping her away from alcohol, soft cheeses, caffeine, hot tubs, recreational drugs, ✨most✨ forms of (significant) physical exertion, and most importantly— his operating table.

It’s only once reader’s been experiencing morning sickness for four days in a row that she picks up on it coinciding with a late period.

Steve won’t take care of her, but Dr. Kemp will.

Oh yes. Dr. Kemp would definitely know before the reader. That’s the doctor side of him though. I feel like the nurturing side of him would show. He would most definitely keep her away from those certain things. Maybe the reader thinks it’s just a stomach bug at first, but then she gets to thinking and puts the pieces together and she finally realizes it on the fourth day.

[extremelyblackandwhite]

How about Steve and the reader have to have a parent meeting with one of their kids teacher. Since the teacher has been hearing disturbing things from their daughter.

pairing: steve kemp x dark!reader

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

part of toxic

     - I don't like this, Steve.

They had both just gotten off work, Y/N still with her glasses and hair up while Steve was still wearing his scrubs which now looking at them looked like needed a lot more washing. She didn't know how he managed to get them that dirty; for a surgeon, he sure always managed to create the toughest stains. The two parked side by side at their daughter's kindergarten, Steve getting out of the car to her driver's door and help his 3 month pregnant wife who had refused to be driven around by him, excusing that she "was pregnant not bed bound". He can only tame a wild horse as much as he can, and it appeared their daughter had taken after her.

    - What if she's hurt? - she squeezed his hand attempting to calm herself down. The doctor said no nerves, the doctor said no stress, she repeated to herself.

    - Daisy's not hurt, my love. They would have told us if she were hurt, besides, she's three.

Steve kissed the top of her head, helping her once more up the stairs and into the dean’s office. Once they opened the door, the parents of the other child were sat next to their child, a boy his daughter’s age, while Daisy had been resigned to a corner, being punished. This created a sense of anger in both Steve and Y/N. How dare they shame their daughter like this? Their daughter turned around as the door opened, her lip trembling as she hid almost in shame. Y/N gave a look to the dean that only a handful of people had seen, a handful of people which were now lying 6 feet under or made into ashes scattered across the sea. The woman almost cowered in her chair, as Y/N moved incredibly fast for a pregnant woman to pick her daughter up. Daisy buried her head against her mother’s chest, while Steve pulled up a chair for his wife and himself. 

    - Mr. Kemp, Mrs. Kemp these are Mason’s parents. - she gestured towards the couple sat next to them. - Mrs and Mr. Jameson, these are Daisy’s parents. We believe that it’s good the parents and the children themselves learn to deal with things as a team. 

    - What happened? - Steve was trying to remain rational. He knew his wife could be off putting, specially when pregnant or when someone messed with her family. - Why was my daughter in some corner? Were you out of chairs?

    - We believe in punishing children in a soft manner whenever they ... use less than desirable language for someone their age.

    - I thought you just said you believed in dealing with things as a team. - Steve cocked his head to the side. - Which one is it?

    - Mr. Kemp.

    - Dr. Kemp. - he corrected her. - What could my three year old daughter had possibly done to be isolated by the corner while all of you were nicely sat?

    - Daisy used some threatening, disturbing language when addressing Mason. We do not approve of that sort of speech in front of our students or by our students. - she explained, looking at the two of them yet not really explaining what had happened. - She said she would ... torture the student until he yelled out no. 

    - Well, did you ask her why? - Y/N pipped up from her seat, her hand still rubbing her daughter’s back. - I don’t think my daughter would threaten someone unless she felt threatened herself. 

    - What are you suggesting, Mrs. Kemp? - Mason’s mum said. Good, they spoke. To this point she thought they were plastic dolls. 

    - Dr. Kemp. - Steve said. - Please don’t undermine my wife. 

    - So? - Y/N directed her attention towards the teacher. - Did you ask her?

    - Well ... no. We believe our students are free to express their part of the situation but Daisy did not say anything. 

    - Mrs. Joan, is it? I am pregnant and I have full time job. Now, I’m sure Mason’s parents have all day to be here considering they never volunteer for anything but I have better things to do. My husband has better things to do. So unless you wanna further traumatise my child, I will be leaving. 

For a pregnant woman, she could move well. Steve knew that, Steve liked seeing her possessive, overreactive side. He supported her through all of it; however, he didn’t particularly enjoy seeing her stressed, specially when pregnant. She was already stressed enough as it was.

   - Dr. Kemp, ma’m, please. I’m sure we can solve this. 

   - No, we can. - Y/N put her hand on the back of Steve’s chair. - There’s several schools here, I don’t need to have my daughter here. Good evening. 

Steve followed after her, a sly smirk on his face as that little insane facade of hers came through. That facade he loved so much and had believed he had started to almost fade, was still there. Yet she was so sweet, so nurturing with Daisy, holding her as close as she could while giving her reassuring smiles. She was one heck of a partner, probably the best of wives, but she was an even better mum. The three of them made it to the parking lot, Steve leaning over his car as she searched her wallet for both their keys only to hand the bag to him for him to do it. 

   - Do you wanna go in daddy’s or mummy’s car? - she asked her daughter who was rubbing her eyes out of sleep. 

   - Daddy, please. - she made hands towards Steve. He smiled, happy he won before taking his daughter. 

   - See you at home, my love. - he opened her car door for her, kissing her goodbye.

He waited for her to take off before starting to prepare his own car. He put Daisy in the car seat in the back, closing the passenger door and entering the car. He put on one of the many playlists Daisy liked on the radio before backing up onto the main road. His eyes looked to the mirror, at his daughter’s reflection who was normally cheery and willing to always talk about her day. She took it after her mum, always ready to share her days with those she liked. 

   - Daise? - he called out for her as they hit a quieter road. - Wanna tell daddy why you said that to Mason?

   - That’s what you say to people who are mean to mummy. - she replied, playing with the lace on her dress, lip pouting, full of shame. 

   - Was Mason mean to you? - he asked, his hands clenching the steering wheel as the mere thought of it crossed his mind. She slowly nodded her head, not really saying anything. - You know you can tell daddy. 

   - He pulled at my hair. - she pointed at her pigtails. - And he kept pulling and I asked him to stop but he didn’t and he made fun of me. I’m sorry, daddy. 

He made a rather harsh stop in front of his house, undoing his seat belt and turning around in his seat to stare at his daughter. She looked a mess, feeling guilty for defending herself and that stupid school didn’t even notice. He got out of the car and made a beeline towards her door, opening it and undoing her seat belt to hold her. 

   - Daisy Kemp, you have nothing to be sorry about. 

   - But you and mummy said to tell adults and ...

   - Not all adults are good people. - he interrupted her. - You did the right thing, you were defending yourself. 

   - I didn’t hit him, daddy. I just wanted him to leave. 

   - I know, baby. I know.

   - I didn’t want to make mummy sad. - she gripped her father’s shirt as the two walked into the home. 

   - You can never make mummy sad. - he kissed her forehead. - Why don’t you go and play while me and mummy make dinner?

   - Okay. 

She ran off to her room and a mountain of toys he was unsure she’d have enough time to play with; but he couldn’t help it. She was his first daughter and he had gathered a bad habit of being unable to say no to the women in his life. Steve made his way into the living room to find Y/N who was sat in the couch, her laptop on top of the blanket on top of her legs. 

   - What are you doing, my love?

   - School search.  

   - You work fast. - he sat next to her, pulling her onto his lap. - I spoke to Daisy. 

   - Do you know what happened?

   - She was defending herself, my love. That kid was pulling at her hair and she said something she heard from me. I’m sorry.

   - They punished her for defending herself? - her voice was low, very low. - I ... fuck. I don’t even know what to do. 

   - It’s alright, love. - he held her close. - We’ll find somewhere nice, with smaller classes so they can see when she’s unwell. Besides, I can always pull some strings with some clients of mine. 

   - Urgh, Steve. - she rolled her eyes. - It’s gonna happen again. I just ... and I can’t defend her and she’s so sweet. She’s so sweet even though she’s your kid. 

   - Takes after her mum. And it’s not gonna happen again. Besides ... I’m sure we could ask Andrew if there’s something we could do ... legally.

   - Or we could just kill the dean. 

   - Darling, it would be too obvious. - he caressed her bump. - Give it a few months.

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How about Steve finding out she’s pregnant

pairing: steve kemp x dark!reader

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

part of toxic

She was upset.

No scratch that, Y/N was in a mood. She'd been in a mood for the past week, coming home from work and locking herself in their bedroom for the remainder of the evening. Steve hadn't particularly noticed, being stuck in the overnight shifts at the hospital as a cover for one of his colleagues. It has only crossed his mind during his day off when she passed straight by him to lock herself in the bedroom.

     - My love? - he knocked on the door. - You do know that passing by your husband without saying anything or giving him a blowjob after not seeing him for several nights is considered rude.

     - Die mad about it. - she spoke from the other side of the room before grunting.

     - Y/N! - he knocked on the door again. - Are you alright?

Yet again, no answer. She remained silent inside the locked room.

     - What's wrong, my love? Do you want anything? Do you want me to cook you anything?

     - I don't want anything from you.

     - Open the door, please.

Y/N groaned, her hands gripping at her stomach as she got up from the king size bed, slightly hunched over her own self. She unlocked the gold lock, opening the door to see her husband standing there. She had to admit, she did miss him but at the same time she felt like hell and he hadn't been here to even notice for the past week. She knew she was being irrational but she didn't like him working late nights; who knows what he could be doing.

    - What's wrong, love?

    - I'm nauseous and you, like a fucking idiot, haven't noticed.

    - Don't be so bratty. - he kissed her forehead, down to her nose and to her lips, wrapping his arms around her.

    - You used to be obsessed with me.

    - Oh, my love, I am still very obsessed with you. - he smirked. - It's a fucking nightmare not going to sleep without my cock inside of you.

    - Steve, I am nauseous and not in the mood for dirty talk.

She returned back to bed, manoeuvring in ways which she could feel better. Steve hated the fact that he hadn’t noticed sooner and he specifically hated that she was doubting his affection and devotion. To him, she was still his, forever his, his wife and his girl - the last thing he wanted was for her to doubt it. He scrunched his brows, walking over to her side of the bed and sitting near her. His fingers combed through her hair, whispering comforting words as she whimpered yet again at the discomfort. 

    - Do you want me to run you a bath, love? - he laid near her, his nose touching hers.  - Hm? It’ll make you feel better.

She didn’t reply, instead nodding her head yes. Steve smiled at this, leaning to kiss her before coaching her out of bed, his fingers interlaced with hers. The two walked into the bathroom, Steve moving to turn on the tap and pick the correct temperature while she opened the bathroom cupboard to grab some bath salts. Her hand reached for the rose and lavender scented ones only to find her box of pads was still laying unopened there. No, that couldn’t be. It was March by now, there shouldn’t be a closed box, there should be nothing. 

Her mind went from confusion to realisation as she looked down to her stomach and back to the cupboard. The once slow movement turned hectic as she palmed around for a pregnancy test she was sure to have around. When her husband prefers to forgo all use of condoms, she had become prepared for any pregnancy scares. Although, this one appeared not to be a scare, but a reality. 

    - Are you ok? - Steve asked, noticing how hectic she had become. 

    - I think I may be pregnant. 

    - What? - he didn’t want to be excited, he had been excited so many times only to call it just a hunch that this time felt particularly cruel. 

    - My period should’ve ended last week, it didn’t come and I’m nauseous. - she scratched the back of her head. - I don’t know. Maybe? 

    - Okay ... hum, are you gonna do the test?

    - Yes. - she shrugged. - Get out of the bathroom. 

    - Y/N. 

    - I can’t pee in front of you. - she playfully shoved him off the bathroom. - I’ll let you know. 

He felt this small period of time lasted years. He was walking circles around the room thinking about what to do if she was pregnant. They hadn’t finished all the rooms in the house and he couldn’t have her walk around pregnant while the contractors were working on it. He also couldn’t work nights if she was pregnant, he needed to be here to look over here. Maybe she’d let him eat her placenta, he laughed at that thought. 

The unlocking of the door had him turn his face towards her. She slowly rose the pregnancy test up, two bold pink lines very visible to him. Steve smiled like a fool, moving up to hug her and lift her slightly, placing kisses all over her face. This was it, this was the perfect life looked like.

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lover | steve kemp.

pairing: steve kemp x dark!reader

summary: all is well that ends well ... for some. 

warnings: fresh spoilers, dark themes, murder, 18+ ONLY.

< masterlist

my heart’s been borrowed and yours has been blue. all is well that ends well to end up with you, swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover ...

The warm summer sun was shining onto the calm suburbs. One could barely hear anything but the sounds of birds chirping, irrigation systems, and bicycle bells. It was like something out of The Stepford Wives, with similarly built homes, painted in similar colours. The normal, the suburbs, the safe place for everything. The best place to start and raise a family, the most expensive place in all of the city. People displayed wealth and showered themselves in nonsensical conspiracies and science lacking diets while dishing out gossip on everyone who they felt like it. 

Steve should hate it, his wife should hate it, but he’d seem to gain a cynical sort of love to where they’d move. Enjoying the little safe bubble, knowing they’d be safe from all outside threats and knowing they could always walk outside and be met with green patches of well polished gardens of gardenias and roses. 

He sighed, putting his cup of coffee down in the cherry wood table before making his way down the stairs, the hand pulling the heavy padlock which kept the sliding door well shut. 

     - Rise and shine, sunshine. - he closed the door behind him. - Did you have a good night?

     - C’mon, man. I ... I didn’t know she was married. - the man sat in front of him with his ankle bolted to the wall whimpered. 

     - So you followed my pregnant wife to work? - he cocked his head to the side, a sarcastic smile on his lips. - You know, you’ll be worth a lot of money. 

     - Please! I won’t do it again, I’m not even gonna b ...

     - Hey. - he shushed him, squatting down to his level with a twisted comfort smile. - I’m a doctor, I know what I’m doing. You’re in safe hands.

     - Please.

     - The more you complain, the more this thing will ... - his voice got cut by the sound of the front door closing. His worried look was replaced with an almost peaceful expression. 

He playfully slapped the man’s face, mumbling something to himself before exiting the basement, ensuring to lock it. The last thing he wanted was to have another runaway in the house; his wife hadn’t particularly enjoyed having to beat someone to death with her new cast iron pan. 

Steve climbed the stairs up at a jogging pace, making it to the kitchen to catch Y/N placing some grocery bags on the table, her flowey white dress almost dancing around in the wind as she cooed at the baby in her arms. 

    - Look who it is. - she pointed at Steve with a silly smile making the baby girl coo in delight. - Daddy’s here.

     - Hi Daisy. - he picked his daughter from his wife’s arms, kissing her cheeks in a playful manner. - You left early this morning. 

     - You came to bed late last night. - she smirked, moving to take some of the groceries out of the brown bags. - He sure is a whiner, isn’t he?

     - Don’t be so critical, baby. - he walked up to her, leaning to kiss her. - He’s gonna get you a new necklace. 

     - You do know I cannot wear jewellery in the lab.

     - Yes but you look so pretty when you wear just that. - he winked, putting a hand over his daughter’s ears. - I miss fucking you in just jewellery. 

     - You just miss fucking me. - she crossed her arms. - You know what the doctor said. It still hasn’t been six weeks.

Steve whined, turning his face to look at Daisy who was busy being distracted with the fabric of his jumper. He put her down on her high chair, kissing the top of her head before walking up to Y/N. His hand snaked over hers, pulling her flush against him to kiss her. Properly kiss her like he should, enough to make her wish she could lay down in that bed and have him bruise her hips. She wrapped her arms around his neck, melting in his kiss before pushing away, her fingers playing with the hair in the nape of his hair. 

    - Will you allow me to make lunch now? Melinda kept yapping about this green salad she made for her husband so I decided I’m going to make a better one.

    - Which Melinda?

    - The one you said would make good barbecue. - she pulled the wooden bar from the hanged walls. - And then I didn’t have sex with you for two weeks. 

    - Baby, she would make good barbecue. That doesn’t mean I would actually sleep with her. 

    - Didn’t think you would ... - she rose her knife bluntly, grabbing a green pepper to slice the top off. - I told you, Steve. You do insane things on your birthday alone and that includes consuming people. 

     - I know. - he wrapped his arms around her waist. - But you never let me kiss you after. 

     - You’re so dramatic. 

     - You love when I’m dramatic. - he kissed the side of her head.

She rolled her eyes, smiling to herself as she continued to slice a wide variety of green vegetables into a white porcelain dish. Steve moved to pick Daisy up, taking her from her high chair and laying her belly down onto the play matt he’d bought for the kitchen. Of course, it was one of thousands of play matts that were laying around the house. The amount one of them would step on a toy while trying to get ready for work was extremely high. Nevertheless, she didn’t mind. Steve may be insane but he was a good father and he was a good husband. He was home when he said he’d be home, he would call her during her breaks at work and even put little sticky notes in her mirror whenever he had to go home earlier. He may be insane, but he was her insane man. He belonged to her. 

She smiled softly as he gave their daughter another one of those silly smiles of his, inspecting one of the new light up toys that Daisy just seemed to get so hypnotised by. Well, as long as her daughter grew to be into shiny things rather than what her father was into, she was okay with it. 

     - I’m gonna take some of the salad to Dylan downstairs. - she grabbed a smaller bowl, spooning some into it. 

     - You’re so caring, baby, but I don’t think he deserves any food.

     - We can’t let him starve, honey. - she walked around the kitchen island. - It’s bad for the meat. 

Steve smirked, watching as she walked out of the kitchen and down the stairs. She unlocked the padlock as she usually did, allowing some light into the basement. Dylan gave her the side eye, getting up before putting on his most suave smile. 

    - How come a lady like you ends up married to a crazy man like that?

    - You seriously think you don’t deserve to be here? - she placed the bowl near him.

The routine was always this one, she’d eventually come here to bring him food and be the target of unnecessary flirtation. It was really pointless and while she would pretend not to be bothered, Steve would later come down and deal with it. After all, he did need an outlet for anger, and God be damned if he was gonna allow someone to mistreat his wife. However, this time it was different. 

As she got up from placing the bowl in front of him, she was surprised by Dylan throwing her against the wall, his wall wrapped around her neck. She gasped, her hand holding onto her neck.

    - You know, sweetheart, I’ve been nice. - he pulled and pushed her back against the wall. - So before I stop being so nice, you’re gonna go and get the key to this fucking shackle and unlock it. I know you have a baby upstairs, would be a pity if something happened. 

She gripped his hand, looking at him with anger in her eyes as he let her go. Her eyes lingered on the staircase, hoping Steve would somehow come down the stairs but she knew better to believe he wouldn’t be busy playing or trying to feed Daisy. She warily walked up to the drawer trolley where Steve used to keep his master keys, her back turned to him as she fished through the door.

     - Good girl. - he said as she walked back to him, one hand holding the keys and one behind her back.

She moved to unlock the shackle, standing behind him in the darkness. He mumbled some more flirtations as she unlocked the heavy metal chain. The silence was broken through by the sound of it hitting the concrete floor followed by him sighing in relief. He rubbed his face, leaning down to massage his ankle. She smiled, walking up to grab his hair, pulling his head back before grabbing the knife from her back, casually yet quickly slicing through his neck.

     - My husband is not crazy. - she spoke softly. - And no one fucking threatens my daughter. 

He feel to his knees, his hands holding onto his neck as she moved to stay in front of him. She softly smiled, watching him struggle before he collapsed to the floor. 

    - Baby! - she turned around to see Steve come down the stairs. - I wanted to do that myself. 

    - He was calm. - she threw the knife to the side. - I know you said stress is bad for the meat. 

    - Got any blood on you? - he inspected her dress, holding her hand as he led her outside the basement. - You’re getting oddly better at this, baby.

The two climbed upstairs, Y/N moving to hold her baby against her chest, placing a kiss on top her head. It was really iddilic, the three of them in the suburbs figuring out what worked best.

He moved the salad outside, grabbing a few of the plates and setting it around the picnic table in the back yard which itself was surrounded by a bunch of flowers she had picked out when they first moved out. She smiled at him, kissing his cheek before looking to the side, noticing the empty Morrison home was now filled with movers and cardboard boxes. Guess now was as good as time as ever to better soundproof the basement. 

Steve moved to hold his wife’s waist as the two moved towards the fence, watching as more and more people filled the house next to his. It was too good to be true when the Morrisons left. 

    - Hi there. - a brown haired man in a suit moved closer to the fence. - You two must be our new neighbours.

    - It appears so. - Y/N smiled leaning onto Steve’s shoulder.

    - I’m Andy. - he said before pointing to a woman who was managing most of the movers. - That’s my wife Laurie Barber. 

    - I’m Steve, this is my wife Y/N. - he looked at the engagement ring on her finger, before looking back at the man on the other side of the fence. - We’re the Kemps. 

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So for the Steve kemp headcanons👀 Reader is for the 3rd time pregnant again so they go to the doctor only to find out that she is pregnant with triplets. Reader would probably be like hell no and Steve be like OMG AHHHH IM GONNA BE A TRIPLET DADDY would probably cry

pairing: steve kemp x dark!reader

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

part of toxic

The house was a mess. Steve had just gotten back from work right in the middle of the day, Daisy was home sick and Rose had learned how to walk and wanted to possibly kill herself as she was attempting to find any sockets and knifes available; she was her father's daughter, after all. Meanwhile, she was pregnant and trying to gather everything so she could have her first trimester ultrasound. She moved around the home, her old maternity dress on as she attempted to leave the house in a good state. Andy and Laurie had agreed to look after the girls and she had been busy for the past hour hiding all the knifes and scissors; anything Rose may grab for.

     - I checked on Daisy, my love. She’s alright but I’ll have Laurie check on her in an hour. 

     - Where’s Rose?

     - She’s asleep by now and she’ll wake up once the Barbers are here.

     - You know maybe we shouldn’t go. - she folded another tea towel. - I’ve been pregnant two times. Nothing’s gonna be different besides I need to watch the girls.

     - We’ve been rescheduling this appointment for two months now, my love. The girls will be fine.

She was adamant. Part of her knew she needed to get the ultrasound to check in with the baby’s health; up until now all she had gotten was a clinical pregnant test, no ultrasound. She had a doctoral degree, she was smart enough to know it was both in hers and the baby’s interest to get the exam done but lately she just wanted to spend time with her girls. Daisy was growing up fast, way too fast, and suddenly her baby girl was getting awfully close to starting primary school while her other baby girl was now walking and babbling every word she heard. Y/N felt she was missing most of it and maybe she should spend as much time with her girls as much as she could until the other baby came around. She didn’t want to be an absent parent, an absent parent is what Steve had and now look at him. She doesn’t want her girls becoming ... gaining the same appetites he has. 

    - My love, we are going. Either you go into the car willingly or I’ll drag you there. 

    - You’re gonna drag a pregnant woman, your pregnant wife, into your car? - she crossed her arms. 

    - Please, my love. We won’t be gone for more than an hour and the girls will be fine. 

    - Did you see the Barber’s kid? He’s weird, Steve. What if they make our daughters weird?

    - Weirder than me being their father? - he had a point. - Please. We’ll be back very quickly.

She sighed, grabbing her bag from the coat rack and following him into the car. She’d done this so many times when she had been pregnant before and yet she was still nervous. She worked too much and she didn’t exercise as much as she wanted to, besides she’d had two pizzas by herself yesterday. What if something was wrong with the baby? She remained through the ultrasound with that idea, not really listening to anything until the nurse mumbled a small ‘huh?’, then suddenly she could hear everything. 

    - What does huh mean? - she asked the nurse, her hand moving to hold Steve’s. 

    - I’m gonna call an OBGYN. 

The nurse left them in the room, as Y/N pulled the screen towards her. Her husband was a doctor, he went to med school, he must know how to do something useful with it. 

    - What’s in it? 

    - Baby, I don’t understand that. 

    - You’re a doctor!

    - I’m a plastic surgeon. - he said before rubbing her hand. - It is fine, she didn’t look worried ... maybe surprised. 

    - And you know that because you can read minds?

    - It will be alright. - he leaned to kiss her forehead, his thumb tracing the palm of her hand. 

After what felt like an eternity, the OBGYN walked in. She had delivered Daisy and Rose, so Y/N should trust her; but right now all she could think about was everything that could go wrong in the first trimester which if she could recall from the pregnancy book was a very long list and even though Steve was holding her hand, she could feel herself spiral.

    - Huh, would you look at that. - the OBGYN turned the screen towards the couple. - Three very healthy heartbeats. 

    - Three? - it dawned on her what that meant. Three heartbeats meant three hearts which meant ... - There’s three babies?

    - Yes. Congratulations. I’ll have the receptionist give you some flyers on having triplets and we’ll book you in for a next ultrasound. 

She was stressing and not hearing to anything but the voices in her head yelling that she had three babies coming, not one, not two, three. She hadn’t done this before, she’d only ever been pregnant from one baby, not three. How was she gonna deal with 9 months of looking after herself, three babies and her two daughters? She could barely look after herself while looking after her two daughters. Steve, on the other hand, was thrilled. This was what he wanted; a big family, a big family with the woman he loved and now he was gonna have three more babies to love. He helped in the car and putting the seat belt on before taking his spot next to her. 

    - I can’t have triplets. - she blurted out. - I just can’t. That’s too much. I don’t have time to spend with my two daughters? Five kids is just ... it’s just too much. 

    - What are you talking about? You’re always spending time with Daisy and Rose, they love you.

    - But can I love five kids and not make them feel isolated or less than? I can’t do this, I can’t have triplets. 

    - Hey, hey. - he cradled her face. - You’re panicking just like you did when you were pregnant with Daisy and then with Rose. You’re smashing this, you’re a fantastic mum. 

    - Three kids? Do we even have space?

    - Of course we do. We can do this alright?

    - Alright ... triplets. We can do this.

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Bea can you please do when Steve buys reader lingerie and when reader comes home Steve gifts her with the lingerie so she does a little fashion show for him. Thanks Bea❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

pairing: steve kemp x dark!reader

warnings: 18+ topics (under 18 year olds do NOT interact/reader), mentions of miscarriage

a/n: steve and the kemps are back. requests are back on!

part of toxic

Steve walked inside the house, expecting the usual mayhem that came with having children; yet found a rather comforting atmosphere. He dropped his keys to the side, stepping further into the house to look for anyone. Perhaps the girls were still in school? Yet again, Y/N would've never forgotten to pick the girls up. He'd done that once and she gave him the cold shoulder for a month, so it would be rather hypocritical for her to do the same. Speaking of his wife, where was his dotting wife?

     - Baby love? - he put the bags down on the couch. - Y/N, where are you?

     - Why are you so loud? - he looked up to the top of the staircase to find his wife with sleep filled eyes. 

     - Where are the girls and William?

     - College fair with Billy and Daisy. William is with Johnny. - she rubbed her eyes as she came down the stairs, her socks almost falling off her feet and her body wrapped in one of his old college jumpers. 

      - Why did we let Billy and Daisy date again? 

      - Because she’s almost as good as her mother at picking problematic, thick skulled partners. - she smirked, leaning up to kiss him. - At least he doesn’t have ... weird appetites. 

      - So ... if Daisy and her knucklehead boyfriend are out with the girls and William is with your brother, that means we’re alone. 

      - For someone who went through medical school, your mind surprises me.

      - We’ve been married for 18 years and you’re still surprised?

      - Keeps the marriage alive, darling. 

      - You know what else keeps the marriage alive? - he rose his brows, guiding her towards the couch. - Surprises.

She rose her brow at him with a naughty smile on her lips as he set a very familiar bag in front of her. Whenever he brought one of those home, there was always one certain thing that ended up happening and usually she’d either end up too sore or pregnant. 

    - How much money do we spend on lingerie alone?

    - Baby love, it is an essential need. I must have my lady in the best of the best. 

    - Could get me a new pair of shoes?

    - Do I get to fuck you in them?

She rolled her eyes, opening the bag to see a new négligée set along with a black lacy bodysuit. Steve sat on the couch in front of her, his eyes awaiting to see the fabrics grace his wife’s body. Whoever said that having a wife was like having a ball and chain clearly did not have his wife. Yet again, if someone even thought of having his wife, he’d have them wishing for mercy in a second. 

    - Babe, we spend too much money in something you will rip. 

    - It’s worth it. What’s the point in a doctor’s salary if we don’t waste it on our own fun time? Besides, what are doing not wearing it?

    - Want me to model it for you? Was the shop mannequin not enough?

    - I want to fuck you in it, not the shop mannequin. 

She hummed curiously before standing up, her eyes never leaving his as she moved the edge of his jumper over her head, discarding it on the floor and remaining naked with the exception of the single pair of red lacy panties that had managed to survive his wrath. For a second, Steve thought of just taking her now, and as she slide the new garments over her soft skin, his resolve starting to wear ever so thin. He craved her, in the simplest of the terms. He craved and missed the feel of her skin against his hands or the scent of the lotion she lathered on herself every morning. It’d been a long day and all he could think were lewd things about his wife. 

    - We promise the kids we wouldn’t give them another sibling. - she leaned over his sat figure on the couch.

    - Yes but we also promised that to Rose before she was a middle child. 

    - Are we the type of parents that break promises?

    - Of course not, baby. - his thumb and pointer grabbed her chin, pulling her in for a kiss. - We just ... distort the truth. What they don’t know won’t kill them. 

    - MUM! - he heard the voice of his eldest daughter from the entrance. Great, it’s almost like they can sense it. 

Y/N immediately left him, getting back inside his abandoned jumper and making her way to go greet her kids. Steve took a few seconds, telling himself they always had Saturday and Sunday before meeting them in the hall. 

    - Oh great. Billy is here. - he mumbled to Y/N who playfully hit his chest. - Is Billy staying for dinner?

    - No, Dr. Kemp. Just drove Daisy and the girls back. - he put his hands in his pockets. - I’ll see you tomorrow, Daise. 

    - No kissing in the house. - Steve said before they could commence. - Goodbye William, return tomorrow. 

    - Dad. - Daisy crossed her arms. - You promised you’d be nice. 

    - And I was nice. 

    - Mum, can you tell dad he was not nice?

    - Sadly, Daisy, this is your dad being nice. 

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If it’s okay to ask for a request, what if things with Steve and reader started getting so bad to the point they MIGHT get a divorce and Steve is just planning to kill the reader if it does happen, and with an attempt that fails since the reader is smarter than Steve it then leads to a chase similar to the one in your story and while doing so the spark in their relationship/marriage ignites again thus leaving them so close to killing each other but staying married and forgetting about a divorce. (I apologize for the long text TwT)

pairing: steve kemp x dark!reader

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

a/n: i changed this a little bit as i don't think reader and steve would ever get to the brink of divorce or him wanting to kill her.

part of toxic

Y/N rushed through the dark woods in a flash of white silk fabric, her heart palpitating hard enough it seemed as if it was going to come out of her ribcage. The dark woods were merely illuminated by the bright full moon, yet the light was not enough to illuminate her path. The only sounds were those of crickets, her breathe and her feet breaking through branches on the ground.

- Come on, baby. Come to daddy.

She continued to run as his voice taunted her, but there was nowhere to go. She knew she was merely running in circles, holding nothing but a simple utility knife which was no match to whatever he had in his possession. He also knew this woods better than her and at the end of the day, she had come to understand that he had the upper hand in here. She hide behind a tall, large tree trunk, her hand on her chest as she heard his steps get closer.

- You're being so naughty, baby. - she heard his steps inch closer and closer to her. - You won't even know what hit you once I get my hands on you, bunny.

She held in her breathe, waiting for him to stand in front of her tree before taking a step towards him and slashing him on his collarbones. He growled in pain before charging towards her and pushing her on the ground. She barely had time to process she wasn't on top, as he bunched her dress up her waist and thrusted into her. The beat of her heart intensified as the breathe was knocked off her. Her hands attempted to push him off but he merely held them over her hand, the pace quickening. Twigs and branches got knotted in her hair as she trashed around, the pleasure of his cock rubbing against her walls too sweet to not indulge on.

- This is what you're good for. - he smiled at her expression. - My little personal fuck hole.

- Get away from me.

- Shush. - he pressed his hand against her mouth, one holding her wrists in place as he continued his pace.

The woods were filled with his grunts and the sound of his hips hitting hers until he came, ropes of white painting her insides. He looked down, whatever light coming from the moon enough to see his cum spilling from her and onto the ground. He rolled to the side, a smile on his face as she moved to rest on top of his chest.

- Happy birthday, honey. - she smiled, kissing him.

- You need to come up to the cabin more often, my love. This was fun.

- I'm sorry for the cut. I didn't expect the knife to be so sharp. - she kissed his wound, licking the blood which came from it. - This was fun, indeed.

- I think you may return home pregnant again if you keep at this.

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Johnny and Steve interaction please 🥴

pairing: steve kemp x dark!reader

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

part of toxic

Steve had returned from work early. It had been a rather fast shift, mostly having to come in to deal with some complications one of his patients had had, so he was home early on Friday. There was nothing he'd rather do more than spend Friday night with his wife and daughter. It appeared than whenever she was pregnant was when work got harder. Luck seemed to be on his side as once he walked home, he saw his wife in a dress, setting the table. He sneaked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck.

- You do know you shouldn't sneak up on your pregnant wife, right? - she smiled, moving her head slightly to the side to kiss him.

- How can I not when you look this beautiful?

- Hm, okay. Can you go get dressed now?

- I'd rather get undressed than dressed. - he smirked.

- My brother is coming for dinner and I'd like if you acted normal. At least as normal as you can.

- What?

Steve knew of her brother but he'd never met him before. All he knew of her brother was that his name was Johnny and he was Y/N's younger brother who her parents clearly liked better than her judging by the amount of photos in the mantle. He hadn't attended their wedding, busy on a "self discovery" journey as Y/N explained and Steve had been glad he wasn't. He'd already met way too many of Y/N's relatives to last for a lifetime. Last thing he wanted was to spend the night with her brother when he could instead be worshiping his wife. After all, the perks of being pregnant is that you cannot get more pregnant, meaning he doesn't need a condom. Instead, he has to play families.

- Johnny is in town and I'd like him to meet Daisy and you.

- Daisy has to meet your deadbeat brother?

- He's not my deadbeat brother. - she crossed her arms. - You two can bound about how much you hate my ex-husband.

- As far as I'm concerned, I'm the only husband you've ever had.

- We've discussed this before, Steve. Just because you killed him does not mean he never existed.

- He should've never existed.

- Can you get dressed, please? - she pouted, playing with the fabric of his scrubs. - I'll make it worth your while after he's gone.

He guessed he had no other choice. Besides, he liked to make her happy and if he survived dinner with the parents, he could survive this. He got dressed in a regular navy jumper and nice trousers before making it to his daughter's bedroom to pick her up as well. She was busy playing with her building blocks, throwing them back down once she built a tall enough building.

- Daddy! - she yelled out, running over to him to hold his legs. He smiled at her excitement, leading down to pick her up. - Do you know that my name and your name start with the same letter? We learned it at school today.

- That's great, Daisy bun, but daddy's name isn't daddy.

- Yes, it is. - she held onto his navy jumper as he walked downstairs. - Your name is daddy and mummy's name is mummy.

- If you say so. - he kissed her cheek, putting her down for her to go play with her toys.

He helped Y/N out with setting the food until the bell rang. He told himself mentally it would be fine as he walked up to the door, opening it to see the very last person he expected to be the younger brother of his very well accomplished wife.

- Wow, you look better than the last one. - he said, passing through him and inside the house towards Y/N. Steve closed the door behind him, moving to hold his daughter's hand.

- You made it. - Y/N smiled, hugging her brother. - I thought you'd bail on me, again.

- I would never bail on you. You're my favourite sister.

- I'm your only sister. - she playfully slapped his arm before calling Steve over. - This is my husband Steve and my daughter Daisy.

Daisy hid behind her father's leg as Johnny crotched over to extend his hand towards him. She giggled behind Steve at the silly action before shaking one of his fingers.

- Hey there, Daisy. I'm your uncle Johnny. - she let go of his finger to hide behind Steve's leg again. - And you're pregnant again.

- It's another girl. - Steve said, putting his arm over her shoulder. - 7 months along.

- Got yourself a clingy one.

Y/N rolled her eyes, moving him over to the table for them to start dinner. Daisy sat next to her uncle, happily ignoring the conversation in favour of the animal shaped chicken nuggets on the plate while Steve merely thought of a way to join the conversation. Her brother was ... something. Much more outgoing than his sister for sure.

- So, mum says you're a plastic surgeon, Steve. How much do you make?

- Johnny! That's rude.

- What, sis, your other husband was free loading off you. You paid for the shitty apartment you used to live in. At least now you're living in a nice house married to a seemingly rich plastic surgeon.

- We're comfortable. - Steve said.

- That's exactly what rich people would say. - he pointed at them with a fork. - If you hurt my sister, I will hurt you too.

- He won't. - Y/N held his hand. - He likes me too much.

- I'd say you like me too much, Dr. Kemp. - he kissed her cheek. - Don't worry. I too enjoy hurting people who hurt my wife.

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Steve’s reaction for finding out that they are gonna have a boy. Ik he loves his girls but he would just be so happy that one mother man is gonna be in the house “FINALLY”

pairing: steve kemp x dark!reader

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

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Steve was excited about this. She was pregnant once more, something that neither one of them had expected or planned for; yet here she was, four months pregnant and struggling to get out of bed to go to their next ultrasound. It was mid November and the weather was too unforgiving for her to get out of bed, besides, it wasn't this often the two of them got to sleep in. Usually they would've been waken up by one of five girls calling out for breakfast, but this morning they got to sleep in. Steve had taken the girls to spend some time with her parents so Y/N could rest; which meant the two were acting just like they had back when she was pregnant with Daisy. However, the excitement had a bittersweetness to it. Y/N had made it clear this was their last child until all of them or half of them were in university. He was gonna miss having babies in the house. Daisy was now eight, Rose was six and the triplets were almost three. They were all toddlers and children now, there was no baby and this was gonna be their last one for a good fifteen years.

   - At least it's only one baby. - she caressed her tummy. - This one is very calm, all the time.

   - So, what are we gonna call her? I was thinking Iris or maybe Poppy.

   - I like Poppy. Poppy Kemp. Maybe the girls can pick her middle name. 

Steve leaned over to kiss her, before distributing several kisses all over her beautiful face. She was much more calm this time, possibly because it was gonna be her last pregnancy and after carrying three babies, carrying one was a piece of cake. Steve helped her out of bed and into her clothes before driving her to the clinic. She was no longer expecting anything new, merely enjoying being near Steve while they looked at their baby in the ultrasound. 

    - Do you wanna know the gender today? 

    - Another girl. - Steve smiled at Y/N.

    - Actually, Dr. Kemp, your wife is pregnant ... with a boy.

Y/N’s jaw dropped as she heard the word. Boy, a baby boy. She had no clue about boys or even how to raise a boy. God, she didn’t even know how to pick a right boy for herself; she had a cheating ex-husband and a husband with weird appetites. How was she gonna raise a boy? And what if he was like Steve? She couldn’t have another person like Steve walking around in the world, he was already slightly crazy as he was. While she was stressing about raising a boy, Steve was over the moon, even hugging the poor nurse as she printed him a copy of the ultrasound. 

   - A boy! - he yelled out in joy as they entered the car. - We’re having a boy!

   - I don’t know anything about boys. - she rubbed her belly. - We don’t have anything set for boys. All our baby clothes are for girls. 

   - My love ...

   - What if he turns out like you? Oh my god, you’re gonna take our son to bonding trips to the cabin! You’re not allowed!

   - My love. - he laughed, holding her hands. - It’s a boy, that’s the only difference. Besides, if there’s any of our kids that’s likely to be as insane as we ...

   - You. - she corrected.

   - As me. - he sighed, raising his hands. - If there’s any of them likely to be as insane as me it’s Ivy. She cut her teddy bear’s head off because he kidnapped Barbie. 

   - I don’t even have a name figured out for a boy or how to give him any boy talks. What toys do boys even like? Wait, what do boys wear? What if he turns out like the Barber’s kid? 

   - Y/N, it’ll be fine. Unless you haven’t noticed, I am a boy.

   - Yes, and look at how you turned out. 

   - We can do this. - he kissed her forehead. - We will do this and we’ll be as good as we’ve been. 

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Can you please do when Steve and reader go grocery shopping ❤️❤️❤️❤️

pairing: steve kemp x dark!reader

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

part of toxic

Steve didn’t usually go grocery shopping, well, at least not anymore. It wasn’t his thing, he didn’t enjoy having to make polite talk with the housewives and husbands which paraded around in the organic section. He’d done it once before and immediately disliked it once he heard someone speak of the way his wife’s breasts looked like in a summer dress while she was working in the front yard. He knew they looked good, he’d bought the dress for that reason but it didn’t make him any happier to hear another man talk of her like that. Nevertheless, she had stated a rule that he was not allowed to harm anyone living in their neighbourhood. After all, someone had to be the brain in the midst of all his reckless actions.

Nevertheless, he was here this morning, standing next to his newly pregnant wife who could barely stand due to sickness yet refused not to go and pick her own sourdough bread. He decided if she was gonna be stubborn, he was gonna be next to her. 

     - Steve, drop the grapes. - she crossed her arms. - We are not gonna take those home. 

     - C’mon, my love. - he took a grape out of the green packet, placing it between those sinful lips. - They taste just like cotton candy. 

     - They do not. - she rolled her eyes, grabbing a pack of regular grapes to put in her trolley. - They’re just overly sweet grapes with a high price tag made to be sold to idiots like you. 

     - You know ... - he put his packet next to her, walking around to wrap his arms around her. - That used to be my pick up line for girls. 

     - That’s on them if they died. - she rolled her eyes. - It’s a terrible pick up line, Steve. 

     - They worked with you.

     - No. My pick up move worked with you, honey. - she pulled his jacket so he’d be near her. - You seriously think I wouldn’t be able to grab that biscuit packet if I wanted?

     - Aren’t you a smart one, baby? 

     - I did catch you didn’t I? - she smiled, raising on her toes to kiss him. - And I needed no grapes.