A Wolf In Sheepโs Clothing
Pairing: Dark!Steve Kemp x F!Reader
Word Count: 2.6k
Summary: It was an art - one that took many years and many sacrifices to perfect, and Steve had managed to become a master at it. There was just one thing he would not fully commit to sacrificing, at least not the important parts that kept life essence flowing: you.
Warnings: THIS IS A DARK FIC - PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS - dead dove, kidnapping, mentions of smut (p in v), fingering and oral (fem receiving), implied non-con, degradation, restraints, physical abuse (face slapping), cannibalism (itโs Steve kemp what did you expect?), force feeding, hints of Stockholm syndrome?
A/N: Unbetaโd | dividers created by @rookthorne thank you for also helping me with the summary my love ๐ฅฐ | this oneshot was inspired by the lovely @smutconnoisseur who made me this absolutely stunning moodboard ๐ญ I just knew I had to write something as soon as I saw it. Thank you so much sweetie, loves you the most ๐ฅน
โLet me go, you fucking psycho!โ
Steve merely kept on humming to himself, happily slicing the meat in front of him into finely cut pieces. It took severe attention to detail to finesse the glide of the knife just right, cutting through as smooth as butter.
It had taken quite a long time to get his craft on the line of perfection - years in the making - and now that heโd finally mastered the art, it was as easy as riding a bike. The rush of adrenaline spiking his nerves gave him a hit unlike anything else in his life. This was what he was meant for. Heโd wasted so much time not giving in before.
Wooden screeching against the floor snapped him out of his inner musings, eyes lifting up to see you fidgeting in your chair - presumably trying to escape, but the chains attached to your feet would keep you rooted.
Steve couldnโt help but notice how the glow of the candlelight surrounding you on the dinner table highlighted the beauty in the features of your face. Sunset orange dancing among the shadows, defining your cheekbones and your shoulders decorated in the straps of a pretty dress.
You were so beautiful. Perfect for him.
Placing the meat onto a skillet to cook, Steve wiped his hands and rounded the corner of the kitchen island to join you, the sudden bravado you had earlier evaporating while terror took over your body. His cock shouldnโt have gotten hard seeing the tears gathering on your lash line, but those glassy eyes reminded him of a deer in fright, ready to run. And fuck, would he love the chase.
โBambiโฆ join me.โ
It was haunting, the kind smile Steve let loose as he held out his hand to you after arriving by your side. No wasnโt an answer, and you did well to stand up on your shaky legs - from still recovering or fear, he wasnโt sure - quietly proud of you either way.
Flashbacks of you clumsily tripping over the bed to go relieve yourself on the toilet crossed his mind as he brought you to the middle of the living room. After fucking you three times in one night, leaving you screaming his name and begging for more each time, he couldnโt help be prideful watching you stumble your way out of the room. Just like a doe learning to walk for the first time.
Of course, the chains rattling with each step you took while limping werenโt part of the memory. The heavy breaths were familiar though, smirk crawling onto his face as he imagined your adorable squeaks while he ate your cunt like he was man starved.
Once Steve had directed you into the middle of the living room rug, he brought you closer to him, slipping his arm over your waist as you flinched, and grabbing your other hand to hold as he began to slowly dance. He was thoughtful enough to keep his steps light and be extra careful with you.
Deciding it was too much of a distraction for you a long time ago, Steve had decided to forego music in the house - it let your mind switch off and he wanted your brain alertโฆ in the present. Solely on him and every move he made. So, he graced you with his singing voice instead, whispering the lyrics to โRestless Heartโ in your ear.
Steve felt the shaking of your chest before your uncontrollable sobs cut through his singing. Heโd be offended had he no clue how scared his Bambi was.
โWhatโs wrong, Bambi? Huh? Donโt you like it here with me?โ
โI w-want to go h-home.โ You stuttered.
Steve sighed and lifted your head up with his palms, kissing your forehead and leaning down to your watery eyeline to speak to you directly.
โOh, babyโฆโ his condescending tone gave away his faux concern for you, โyou know I canโt let you do that.โ
You began to heave, breaths coming in fast and heavy with panic - Steve almost felt a crack in his heart. Almost.
Truth be told, Steve knew you were it for him. Ever since he first saw you from the corner of his eye walking down the fruit and vegetable aisle, heโd been bewitched.
Youthful, tight skin, good looking.
You ticked all the boxes for himโฆ and the rest of his client base.
Heโd caught other women before - gorgeous, just the right amount of meat on their thighs to keep the buyers happy.
They were good. However, they didnโt compare to you.
Normally, Steve would be excited to find new prey. The cat and mouse play of picking out women to cut up and sell. But, you were different. Steve wanted you all for himself.
See, you werenโt just a pretty face, you were witty, funny, intelligent - maybe not smart enough to see what was coming, but he didnโt hold that against you, he was just too conniving after all.
And those goddamn dates he took you on, paving the path for his plan to come to fruition, when he found himself enjoying your company. Steve wanted to spend all of his time with you, willingly.
That was when he decided he didnโt want to go along with his usual plans. Instead, he wanted to date you. See where this relationship could go.
So, he took you to his house tucked away in a secluded area - the excuse of wanting a weekend without the modern world bothering you in disguise of your questioning to the lack of signal or Wi-Fi.
Honestly, he didnโt initially plan to drug you. The opportunity justโฆ sprung onto him. Too tempting to not listen to his base instincts and ignore the spiked wine hidden in the alcohol cabinet.
A voice in the back of his head told him he shouldnโt be doing that, he vividly remembered it. The urge to get a kick out of his charades with someone as good as you overpowered it, though.
Steve wasnโt proud of himself afterwards, but how could he be blamed? Heโd worked out a successful routine before he stumbled on you. Wooing girls fitting his mental meat quality checklist and eventually luring them into his second home. It was only natural to follow his instincts, what heโd made of himself.
You especially werenโt happy when you found yourself on his home operating table, opening your eyes to realise your boyfriend was taking your ass.
Weirdly, he didnโt find guilt in the thrill he took from that - that seemed to sicken you the most. He remembered how you lunged for him, screaming about the insanity of his pleasures when you woke up after the surgery to find him sitting in your caged prison. Cutting into your delicate skin to watch the stream of blood flow down your rump to then hearing him laughing to himself as he showed you the flesh stolen away from your body had your head spinning - dangling it from his fingers in front of your face.
It wasnโt too long after that you passed out from overexertion. If only you knew the way he used you to take care of himself after that.
It may have been confusing to understand, but Steve genuinely thought the world of you. Those few months of dating spent together changed his mind on whether heโd find a companion ever again.
Finding love alongside Steveโs hobby had been difficult to put it lightly. His first wife knew of his side activities coinciding with his doctoral career. That was why he settled being with her, someone who was accepting of who he was. But, although she may have put up with what he was doing, she didnโt initiate that spark within Steve - that buried, deep seated fire that begged to be set free. Steve wanted to be seen, to be loved in his entirety.
There was no shame in that.
That was what led to the downfall of his marriage, Steve was no longer interested in the farce of keeping up appearances with a woman who didnโt truly understand him. Which is why she had to go. Just divorcing wasnโt an option, she knew too much.
Then came along you. His pretty doe, who captured his heart from a glance.
As your hysteria whittled on, Steve hugged you tight to his chest.
Heโd kept you here for a month in total now. Four glorious weeks of spending time with you alone, bonding together. Your feistiness only made his cock grow in his slacks whenever you put up a fight.
His little doe didnโt put out easy - just how he liked it.
As your tears continued to soak his dress shirt further, he shushed your cries, keeping you close and he swayed side to side in comfort.
The beeping of the oven hob, interrupted Steveโs attempt at soothing you. The meat was cooked and it was time to plate up the dinner heโd made for the two of you.
Bringing you away from his chest, Steve smoothed your hair behind your ears, wiping his thumbs under your swollen eyes to get rid of your tears. Holding your arm, he again directed you back towards the table to sit down, clamped your hands back into the cuffs attached before walking towards the kitchen.
Peaking over, Steve noticed you had calmed down and collected yourself by the time he was adding the peppermint sauce over the mashed potatoes and meat.
He had high hopes on your opinion of his cooking, what you thought mattered to him, believe it or not. It was his real passion beside becoming a plastic surgeon, and he wanted you of all people to like it.
Gracefully, Steve walked on over with his finished plates and set one on each placemat. Your head was bowed, eyes set on the meal set in front of you.
โWhat is it?โ
Your mousy voice spoke up and had Steve looking down at you, lifting your chin up with two fingers so he could see your face.
โYour favourite, sweetheart. Steak and mashed potato.โ
A shudder racked through your body as Steve smirked, dropping your face and grabbing the large napkin to fan out over your thighs. He smoothed the material over your legs and traced the tips of his fingers along your bare skin. The sight of you inching away didnโt sit well with Steve, pinching you to hear that familiar yelp he loved so much.
He began to get settled in his seat, combing his styled hair back with his fingers before beginning to cut up the meat on his plate.
โYou remember our dinner date don't you, baby? You ordered the exact same thing when the waiter asked. Poor boy couldnโt keep his eyes to himself when I made you speak as I fucked you with my fingers.โ
Steve knows you didnโt want him to hear the gasp that couldnโt be kept in. Adorable. You were still so shy around him.
But he didnโt appreciate how long your silence lingered, looking up to see you still staring down at your food, untouched.
The knife clashing down on the plate made you jump in your seat. You didnโt want to eat, no bother. Steve would help you.
Stabbing a cut of meat with his fork, Steve carefully leaned over the table to hold the steak up to your mouth for you to take a bite.
โOpen up, my little doe.โ
Steve saw your mouth opening up, happy to see you were cooperating with his request. You were finally making progress. Only for you to suddenly move your head to the side as he got close and bite down onto his hand, hard.
The fury built up in Steve as he snatched his hand away, fork scattering onto the table as he released it. In instant retaliation, Steve backhanded you across the face, sending your head whipping over to the side as blood spurted out your mouth.
โBad girl.โ
Blood from the force of his hit trickled down the corner of your mouth. You hadnโt moved from your spot for a second before Steve grabbed the front of your neck, bringing you closer over the table and ignoring your squeak of pain.
โNow, eat what I so graciously cooked you before I fucking force it down your throat.โ His spit from the anger of his voice shot out onto your face. Steve shoved you back before slumping into his own seat once again.
His hot and cold nature always had you on edge, but you were used to it by now. Is that what he really deserved after being so thoughtful to you?
Steve observed you closely. Watching your every move should you try something like that again. Only would you get away with something like that once.
You picked up the fork dropped, meat still intact on the silverware and inspected it thoroughly. He knew you were looking for hints of poison or something that indicated heโd drugged you. He threatened it enough times for you to be wary.
He wasnโt sure what you would have preferred once you found out.
Opening your mouth, you placed the meat tenderly onto your tongue and closed to begin eating.
Steve waited until you had swallowed. Intently watching you chew before you were finished with your bite. He gave it a second before sitting back up, taking the fork from you and stabbing another piece, ready to start his meal.
Not before letting you in on his secret ingredient. โI always said you tasted good, didnโt I, Bambi?โ
Cold dread visibly washed over your face as you went deadly quiet. Your hands began to abnormally shake. Steve just sat there and watched as your body went into emotional turmoil.
There wasnโt much you could have done, chained to the table, hyperventilating. It wasnโt even as if you could have stuck your fingers down your throat to throw it back up, fingers too far out of reach to even try. It didnโt stop you from dry heaving over the side of the table, retching loudly.
Eventually, the panic your body sent you in, along with your howling cries from despair allowed you to get worked up enough to throw up. Regurgitated meat mixed with bile landing on the carpet as Steve carried on eating - unfazed.
It took you a while for your body to finally relax, for your mind to comprehend what Steve just made you do. Sweat dripped down your face as you forced your body back upright, too weak to fully keep your eyes open as you hoarsely spoke.
โWhy are you doing this?โ
You looked defeated, body slumped with dark circles under your eyes, shivering like Steve hadnโt cranked the heating up.
Steve wiped his mouth. He understood you were an acquired taste, not for the lightheaded - youโd get used to it eventually though. He thought you were delicious, cleaning up his plate entirely.
He looked directly into your eyes after he finished eating, voice devoid of emotion. โIsnโt it obvious? I love you.โ
Your reply is instant โNo, you donโt.โ
Darkness blackered his pupils. Body still and uptight as he went still. Steve pushed his plate away and leaned his forearms onto the table, never stopping staring as you squirmed in your seat.
โDonโt you ever question my love for you again. Do you hear me?โ
You swallowed the presumed lump in your throat.
Steve couldnโt understand how you didnโt know how much he cared for you. You were here, eating in his dining room. Heโd sacrificed customer sales by keeping you to himself. He loved you. Youโd understand one day though. Heโd make sure of it.
โGive it time, Bambi. I know youโll learn to love me back.โ
โAnd if I donโt?โ There was one last inch of life in your eyes, a thin thread of hope holding on for dear life. Steve could see it clear as day, the embers in your irises dying out with each moment he took to answer.
He knew he had you then, the gut punch of his response blowing out the flame once and for all.
โFunnyโฆ you think you have a choice.โ
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All Caps Bingo Masterlist:
I managed to finish my whole card and i am very happy about it. I loved creating for these prompts so thank you @allcapsbingo and special thank you to @smutconnoisseur and to everyone who motivated me.
My Works:
You can find the whole collection here . Some of these works are parts of other series but can mostly also be read as standalone.
x New Beginnings
Bucky meets Alpine and someone else. (1,7k - Teen and up)
x The First Anniversary
Steve and Bucky celebrate their first anniversary with some news and lots of spice. (3,8k - Explicit)
x From Distance to Closeness
Two years after their breakup Bucky and Steve meet again by surprise and want to figure out if there is room for a second chance. (5,9k - Teen and up)
x It was only us
A summer day in Steve and Bucky's life in Wakanda. (1,3k - Mature)
x Four
Four of Bucky's birthdays through the years. (1,1k - Teen and up)
x Temptation
Steve Rogers is part of a team of cops who have to investigate a brutal murder in 1991 Los Angeles. He didn't expect to fall for the major suspect, Bucky Barnes. (26,6k - Explicit)
x The Perfect Day
Wedding Planner Bucky Barnes meets his secret crush. Too bad that Steve Rogers is the groom. (3k - General)
x Two
Two times Bucky tries to get close to Steve and a few times were they are close. (1,1k - Mature)
x Paper and Ugly Shirts
Bucky and Steve hate each other. But they also can't keep their hands off of each other. (1,7k - Mature)
x The Last Days|The First Days
Steve and Bucky meet at the last days of their old life and wonder if there is a future for them. (2,4k - Mature)
x Stucky at Six
Steve and Bucky are best friends and for their new live show they have to pretend to date. Easy, right? (7k - Teen and up)
x The First Time 2.0
Steve and Bucky have yet another First Time together. (I recommend reading after the first three parts) (1k - Mature)
x I hate you, I love you
Bucky Barnes hates Steve Rogers. Weirdly he also can't keep his hands off of him. (13k - Explicit)
x The Flow
Just a little sad Ballet AU & Moodboard. (332 words - Mature)
x The Lighthouse
A moodboard & a snippet from my upcoming "Ghost Story". (156 words - Mature)
x No Roomservice (1)
This is the moodboard, playlist and a snippet from my upcoming Stucky Horror AU. (274 words - Mature)
x Cupcakes & Chaos
Bucky can't believe it when Captain America Steve Rogers comes to his bakery. It sets a lot of chaotic momets in motion. (3,2k - Teen and up)
Thank you for all the love <3
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It is time to Resurrect Stucky!
Reclists Part 3
Back in December, the call was put out for fans to create a Stucky Renaissance on Tumblr. We at Stucky Bingo are all about our two favorite centenarians and participants for this event helped to create a series of reclists for all of our fellow Stucky enthusiasts to enjoy.
This reclist is dedicated to Fanart! Whether it is drawings, manips, or moodboards, it is all amazing.
I'd do more for you but I can't by Rufferto
(Teen, Fanart, Warnings: Hydra, Winter Soldier)
An AU where The winter Soldier never goes in for repairs without a fuss, that is unless a blonde tech named Grant James is there. The tech is actually Steve Rogers in disguise trying to get Bucky back.In order to fix Bucky he has to accidentally hurt him which Steve is sure is a certain type of villainy that doesn't sit well in his stomach. Hydra goons are everywhere and there's only so much he can do for now while he's been secretly transformed to only resemble Captain America to get to the Winter Soldier.
Beyond the finish line by otp-holic
(General, Moodboard)
What if Steve and Bucky were professional cyclists...
Waiting For Something More by Rufferto
(Teen, Fanart)
Cap and Bucky meet and Bucky has taken drastic measures to finally get his attention.
Steve? | Sketches by petiteallemande
(General, Fanart)
Steve watches Bucky turn to dust.
HoeHoeHoe by elkleggs
(General, Fanart)
Steve and Bucky making out.
Breakfast by capibuck
(General, Fanart)
Bucky cooking with Steve behind him, both smiling.
Like you latte by Smutconnoisseur
(General, Moodboard )
Cafรฉ owner Steve finally makes a move on the cute caffeine enthusiast author who spends his mornings typing away in his shop
Diplomatic incident by petite-madame
(Teen, Fanart)
Iโm very flattered and I know itโs a present, butโฆIโm not really sure about the outfit andโฆ
Tututu. Exactly, itโs a PRESENT. From Princess Shuri HERSELF, so you got nothing to want. Or d'you want to create a diplomatic incident? ANOTHER ONE ? Alienating the whole U.N. wasnโt enough, you wish to add to the list the only country thatโs willing to help us? Pfff, you are just feeling self-conscious because a couple of kids told you โHi, Jesus, can you multiply our sandwiches?โ when we were visiting the town this morning
sorry by muffinshark
(Teen, Fanart)
Steve with his head in Bucky's lap and Bucky embracing him
Strangers in the Night by purpleicedteas
(Teen, Moodboard)
Steve and Bucky's mornings in bed.
artistโs model by muffinshark
(Teen, Fanart)
Bucky gets dressed as Steve finishes painting
the artist by muffinshark
(Teen, Fanart)
Steve's drawings of Bucky with some doodles Bucky added
Fur Babies by Girl_Back_There
(General, Moodboard)
Steve and Bucky's Fur Babies
The Life of Bucky Barnes by petite-madame
(Teen, Fanart Series)
Images from Bucky Barnes' Instagram. My life with Steve, mainly, and tons of other stuff. Don't call me James.
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