pairing: serial killer! steve x serial killer!bucky x reader
warnings: DUBCON, kind of non con, serial killer au, horror, slight dacryphilia, violence, smut, p in v, manipulation/coercion, facial, creampie, mentions of virginity loss, masturbation, MINORS DNI, dead dove do not eat. read at your own risk
summary: “Surprise, Sidney!”
a/n: this is a Scream / Grease inspired entry for @boxofbonesfic Friday The 13th challenge for Serial Killer! this is my first time writing anything dark but I had a lot of fun (i love horror/horror movies so this was a fun exercise). thank you so much bones for hosting this super fun challenge and i hope everyone had an absolutely spooktacular Friday the 13th!
word count: 1287 (cutting it close whew)
“Doors locked. Windows and blinds shut. No trips to anywhere but the grocery store or work, during daylight hours. No one is permitted to be outside of their homes after dark.”
That was what the police said. So why the hell were you outside right now? You snuck a quick glance at your boyfriend, who was driving carefree with the windows down.
“You cold, babe?” He shouted over the wind, looking over at you to flash you a cocky smirk. He looked beautiful, and that’s why you were here.
“No,” you mustered, but it was a lie. The anxiety caused by your forbidden outing induced a tremor in your hands as you pressed down your skirt. Steve would be so disappointed if he knew how you were feeling. Wasn’t this romantic? In the very least, it was what all the other couples did at school.
It was what Steve’s ex-girlfriends did with him.
You fought the urge to flip down the little vanity mirror and check your lipstick, make sure you looked pretty enough for him. Instead, you looked over at him with a smile and reached over to squeeze his thigh suggestively. That’s how you were supposed to do it, right?
The crunching of gravel under Steve’s tires drew your attention to the little road that you’ve pulled off onto. You’ve never been here, but you recognized it from its infamy— Lover’s Lake, where all the couples used to come to get a little… privacy. Nobody came here anymore, though.
Not since the killings started.
Your tongue darted out to wet your dry lips nervously, and you felt your heart pounding in fear.
“Steve, is this a good idea?” you eked out, taking your bottom lip between your teeth and nibbling at the flesh nervously. Without even looking at you, Steve grasped your chin in his forefinger and eased your lip out from your teeth before running over it with his thumb.
He’s so good to you. He knew you so well. So why didn’t you feel safe right now?
But your stomach roiled when he sighed, clearly disappointed in you as he spared an irritated look before pulling the car to stop facing the lake. “Babe, I told you this already, remember? We can’t let the killer win. When we let them control us, let them make us afraid, they win.”
“But Steve, what if the killer shows up?”
“Hey,” he said, placing a warm hand on the back of your neck and letting his fingers press on your spine. “I’m here, baby. Now go get your cute ass in the backseat.” Steve laughed when you squeaked at the pat on your butt as you made your way to the backseat.
As you sat down, you couldn’t get over how… wrong it felt. Like the ghosts of the three girls that died here were watching you, telling you to get out of here. It was disrespectful at best, dangerous for a fact. But you didn’t have it in you to say no to Steve.
He settled next to you, slinging an arm over your shoulders as the two of you looked out to the lake. Your heart beat faster when his fingers toyed with the straps of your dress and bra, before he inched them off your shoulder.
“Oops,” he laughed. It sounded harsher than you were used to, and you couldn’t hold back your discomfort anymore. You turned to him, ready to voice your objections when he captured your lips with his own.
“Steve-”
“Shh, baby,” he interrupted you, pulling down your top entirely to expose your tits to him. He kneaded the flesh between his palms, groaning and watching your nipples peak in response to his ministrations. “God, you’re so pretty. So innocent. Knew you’d be the best girlfriend a fella could ever have.” The pride that swelled within you at his words squashed the discomfort within you, and you leaned in to kiss him with a smile.
You shut your eyes, allowing yourself to get lost in his kisses as his hands wandered up and down your body. You didn’t object when he pulled your dress and bra off, pulled your panties off and laid you down on the leather seats of his car.
“You see how hard I am for you, baby?” Steve groans, grabbing your hand and putting it on his bulge as he rocked his clothed thigh against your bare core. Steve Rogers, the one guy that everyone wanted, the captain of the football team, the all-American golden boy wanted you.
Steve slid his jeans off, sitting in one of the seats as he pumped his shaft twice and pulled your hips between his legs, aligning your slick cunt with his tip and driving his hips up to inch into you. You stifled your discomfort, trying to hide your winces and the tears that sprung in your eyes as he eased into your tight hole. You couldn’t let him know that you were a virgin, what would he think?
But you knew when you met Steve’s wolfish gaze, it wasn’t something you could hide from him.
“Are you a virgin, baby?” He cooed at you, condescension lacing his tone. You nodded and shut your eyes, when the sound of the door opening forced your eyes open.
Bucky, Steve’s best friend, slid into the seat next to yours. “Getting started without me, huh, pal?” Steve laughed harshly at that, exposing your body for Bucky to see. Mortification sent blood rushing through your body but Steve didn’t seem to care as he squeezed and flicked your tits, continuing to fuck into you. “You gonna let me join in, Stevie?”
“Not this time,” Steve grunted, turning to Bucky as he used your body. “This one’s a virgin.”
“Lucky,” Bucky asserted, unbuckling and sliding his already-hard cock out from his jeans. “Spit,” he instructed you, putting his hand in front of your mouth then using it as lubrication to stroke himself as he watched Steve fuck you. “You wanna cry, baby?” he asked you as he watched you, noting the stiffness of your body. “Yeah, I bet it hurts. C’mon, then, cry.”
You let the tears flow freely from you as Steve picked up the pace, uncaring about your pain as he drove further into you. But it didn’t take long for the pain to shift to pleasure, the fullness from Steve making your head loll against his shoulder.
Bucky pulled you down to face his cock, surprising you as he sprayed his release on your face, almost making you cry again as his cum mixed with your lipstick. Inexplicably, though, it triggered that blissful feeling that you’ve only felt on your own, clenching tighter on Steve’s cock as your vision whited out.
“Shit, you like that?” Steve snickered, cumming into you as your body slacked. He pulled you off unceremoniously, swinging you into his arms only to dump your nude body in the passenger seat. “I gotta go piss,” he called out, slamming the door as Bucky trailed behind him.
Bored, you opened the glovebox in search of napkins to clean your face, but when your fingers brushed against dainty metal, your heart stuttered.
Inside Steve’s glovebox lay three bloodstained necklaces, ones that you knew belonged to the dead girls because you recognized each little pendant— Darla’s pink rhinestone, Charlotte’s teddy bear, Jeanie’s heart locket.
“You weren’t supposed to see that, sweetheart,” Steve said from behind you. You saw the blood from your neck spray onto the windshield before you got the chance to scream.
“That’s gonna be a pain to get out,” Bucky commented, before the darkness swallowed you whole.
One night during his usual watch, Steve is standing across the street, hidden from view on the abandon fire escape when he sees something that causes his blood to boil. Bucky - he learned his name once when he was out with a blonde man and a red-haired female - has had the same partner ever since Steve saw him that one night. His partner - Steve thinks he remembers Bucky calling him Brock, but the only thing that Steve thinks to call him now is dead fucker - full on decks Bucky, causing the smaller male to drop to the ground.
He doesn’t remember everything in perfect detail, but when the storm clears from his mind, Steve is standing over the bloodied remains of Brock. Blood is dripping from his hands, and there’s even some sliding down the side of his face. When he raises his head, Bucky is cowering against the wall, mouth agape and a dark purple bruise already forming on his jaw and body covered in odd but beautiful patterns of splatter. Steve moves quickly, but Bucky screams before he reaches him. Silencing the man with his hand, Steve makes the decision in an instant. This one is coming with him...
Steve has never picked a victim before, generally, they were merely people in the perfect place at the wrong time. However, one night when he’s wandering the streets, playing with the knife in his pocket and waiting for the opportunity to steal an unsuspecting boy or girl, he sees the most beautiful and perfect person. A young man wandering the streets with a very drunk taller man on his arm.
He was perfect. Everything Steve never knew he wanted or needed. He hadn’t even meant to follow him the first night, but after that night, he had to see more of the man. So he began his watching, becoming the man’s shadow everywhere he went. He followed him at all hours of the day as long as Steve’s schedule allowed for it. He stalked the man, like the trained hunter he was. Waiting patiently to pounce on his unsuspecting prey...
I’m posting this series before Tumblr goes to shit and probably deletes it later lol I made these before, and I’m hopefully going to write a story for this one later, but I wanted to post the series now <3 Let me know if you want more!
With his hand clamped firmly over Bucky’s mouth, Steve dragged him to his car. “No, no, no, no,” Bucky said once he was pushed into the backseat.
“Hush,” Steve said quickly, holding Bucky’s mouth closed even tighter as he rummaged quickly through his bag. It only took a second for him to find and to give the man the injection filled with a sedative. He watched as Bucky’s eyes widened, and the muffled scream and flail of limbs had Steve pushing him harder into the black leather of his seat.
It only took a moment though before Steve saw those beautiful stormy blue eyes begin to droop. Within another minute, he was asleep, and Steve quickly got off the man to get into the front seat. He needed to get out of here. Now.
By the time Steve had arrived at his home, he realized the mistake he had made. He’d never kept a victim alive, not longer than he needed to have fun, but he didn’t have any desire to get rid of Bucky quickly.
He gathered the man in his back seat, picking him up in a fireman’s carry. Bucky was certainly heavier now, but he still wasn’t anywhere near heavy enough to give Steve much trouble.
After he had set Bucky on the bed, Steve quickly left the room, closing the gate behind and locking it. He needed to go. He had to get rid of his adrenaline before he even got a chance to enjoy Bucky. He needed a smoke.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
"This is not the way into my heart, into my head/ Into my brain, into none of the above/ This is just the way of unleashing the feelings deep inside of me/ This spark of black that I seem to love" ~ Simon Curtis's "Flesh"
There's a woman in his studio and Tony doesn't even know.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
"And I wonder, would I give my life/ Could I make that sacrifice/ If it came down to it/ Could I take the bullet, I would/ Yes, I would for you" ~ Keith Urban's "For You"
“So, what? Brooklyn Bruiser – modern day superhero and vigilante?” Stark was highly skeptical. And maybe, in the bottom of his heart, a bit jealous. They had been no Brooklyn Bruiser in his childhood.
But, whatever. It was fine now. Stark had rolled himself out of that particular bed and there wasn't enough money in the world to force him back into it.
