#dark!steve

Suddenly, he crouches down, pushing dripping locks from your face with a harsh swipe. You continue to blink up at him despite the burn of water droplets leaking into your waterline. 

“You know why I’m doing this,” he nods his head once, “right?”

You nod in return, letting out another small cough, “yes.”

“Why?” he mutters, patting your cheek. “Why am I doing this?”

“I didn’t…” You swallow thickly, grimacing at the taste stuck in your mouth, “I didn’t listen. Tried to run away.”

“That's right,” his hands reach for his belt, unbuckling casually.

“Just turn around already. You fucking reek.” He raises his eyes to look into yours. “I hope you learned your lesson. Hm?”

Wordless, you shift onto your tender knees, trembling as you bend yourself over the seat of the toilet. Shaking hands lift the hem of your skirt before sliding down the elastic of your underwear, baring bruised skin. 

Steve settles behind you, too casual, too comfortable. You felt sick as you braced your elbows over the seat, watching droplets fall from your hair into the water below. He adjusts you roughly, making the inconvenience clear with noises on his lips and the marks that promised to bloom beneath his fingers. 

He’d noticed you’d been staying up late the past few weeks. Zillow tabs open. Listings saved, unsaved, saved again. You eventually settled on a condo—something modest, something that still gave you room to breathe. Steve remembered the day you mentioned it. The cross streets. The tone of your voice when you said you liked the area.

Naturally, he’d grown curious.

The building was across town. Farther than he liked. Farther than he could tolerate. The distance sat heavy in his chest, made his stomach turn.

So he did what made sense.

He bought a place nearby.

Steve wanted to be close to you. Your family wasn’t in the picture—you needed him. Chosen family. The phrase steadied him whenever doubt crept in. He would choose you, over and over again.

He’d have to set up new cameras. Add a few discreet security features.

For peace of mind.

Being close to you would be worth it.

A fresh start. New energy. A different part of town.

You chose the building because it felt like home. A feeling you never thought you’d experience again. And yet—here you were, slick with sweat, dragging the last box across the floor of your new place.

Moving hadn’t been an easy choice. Life had been… life. Work was steady. You’d made new friends. For the first time in a long while, you felt settled in yourself. Buying a home—laying down roots—felt right.

You hadn’t planned on it happening this way. You always thought you’d wait. Meet someone first. Build toward it together.

You smiled to yourself at the thought of a meet-cute.

Hell, he could be in this building.

You laughed quietly. “That would be too damn easy.”

That night, you celebrated with takeout and wine. Lit a few candles. Let the quiet wrap around you.

Home.

You slept deeply. Better than you had in weeks.

Still, on the third night, you couldn’t shake the sense of awareness that followed you down the hall. Like the space was paying attention.

You brushed it off.

When you ran into one of your neighbors in the hallway, it felt almost comforting.

“Oh—sorry,” you said, stepping aside.

“No, you’re fine,” he replied, already smiling. Friendly. Familiar, somehow.

“You’re settling in okay?”

“Yeah,” you said. “I really like it here.”

He nodded, like he already knew that. “It suits you.”

You laughed softly, unsure why your chest tightened. “I think so too.”

Later that night, winding down for bed, it came back to you.

Steve.

From IT.

You’d spoken to him plenty of times at work—polite conversations, quick fixes, nothing memorable enough to linger. No wonder he’d sounded so familiar. You felt a flicker of embarrassment for being caught off guard.

You made a mental note to apologize if you saw him at the office this week.

You fell asleep thinking nothing of it.

Steve learned your routines faster than he meant to.

Not because he was trying—at least, that’s what he told himself—but because you were… consistent. You left for work around the same time every morning. You liked the side entrance when it rained. You checked your mailbox every day, even when it was empty.

You made the building feel alive.

He watched from a distance, always careful, always respectful. He never followed too closely. Never stared too long. He wasn’t that kind of man.

Moving here had been the right choice. He could feel it in his chest, that steady certainty that had guided him through harder decisions before.

Proximity wasn’t obsession—it was preparation. Protection.

You deserved someone nearby. Someone who noticed.

When he passed your door, he slowed without realizing it. Imagined what it would be like to hear your laughter through the walls. To know you were safe, just a few feet away.

Soon, he thought.

Steve lay awake long after the lights in your unit went dark.

He pictured you inside—safe, warm, unaware of how close you were to everything you’d ever need. He wasn’t worried. He was patient. Good things took time.

Soon, you’d understand.

After all, he’d already built a life around you.

“alright then… we’ve got one more test of trust, and then we’ll be done with these forgiveness lessons” he smiles. “eddie, go and sit on the couch, please” he instructs. eddie follows orders quickly, sitting on the couch with his legs spread wide. “remove your panties, yn” steve orders.

you stand from the chair, shimmying your panties down your legs beneath your skirt as you hear eddie working his belt buckle. “today, i want you to sit on his cock. and let him use you as he pleases, okay?” dr. harrington smiles.

“okay” you nod, tucking your hair behind your ear. you turn and see eddie stroking his thick cock. he’s already leaking precum, and the tip is red and angry. you walk over to him, setting your knee on the couch as you move to straddle him.

“face me” steve corrects your positioning. you’re already nodding once more and turning around. eddie holds his cock in his right hand, grabbing your hip with his left to held guide you down on the thick shaft.

you whine as you sit slowly, squirming in slight discomfort at the burning stretch. “eddie…” you gasp around a soft moan as he’s fully bottomed out.

“oh fuck baby…” he groans, his head falling back against the couch. “your little cunt is so tight… are you a virgin, princess?” he teases, reaching to rub gently at your swollen little clit.

“yeah…” you mewl, nodding as your hips buck up against his hand. eddie and steve chuckle as the former kisses across your shoulder.

“that’s too bad…” eddie pouts. “cus ‘m not gonna be gentle” he growls. he takes your hips in a strong hold, holding you upright on his cock and forcing you to be still. “just gonna sit here and use you like my own little fleshlight… and you’re gonna take it like a good girl” he grunts.

“good girl” you moan dumbly as eddie begins moving you on his cock. true to his word, he uses you just like a fleshlight. his hands are gripping your hips tightly, doing all the work as he uses your pussy to massage his dick to an orgasm.

“you’re so fucking tight… perfect for this” he groans, his hips bucking up as he slams you down on his cock. you’re unable to help the loud cacophony of moans spilling over your lips as his cock pounds your gspot. “the perfect slut to use like a toy… i feel you clenching around me bitch” he grunts, slapping your clit roughly. “don’t you dare cum before me.”

“yes, sir!” you shriek, clenching tighter in an attempt to hold off your orgasm. it’s not long before eddie is moaning louder, lifting you on and off of his cock faster.

you feel the muscle twitching inside your cunt, beginning to leak precum as eddie lets out a pretty whine. “i’m gonna cum baby” he breathes in your ear, wrapping a hand around your throat as he pistons his hips into you. “gonna fill this slutty cunt up with my babies. take your panties home and make you leave here dripping with me” he growls.

“please…” you whimper softly, searching for something to hold onto as your body begins to shake with pleasure. “i need to… please…” you whine dumbly as you finally settle on gripping his forearm.

“cum, bitch” he growls, using his free hand to slap your clit once more. “soak my cock while i pump you full of my babies” he growls, fucking you impossibly harder.

you’re unable to stop your screams, tears falling down your face as your hips buck erratically as you squirt on him. eddie’s groans can be heard behind you as he holds you still, fucking you through your orgasm until he presses up against your cervix, spraying his cum directly into your awaiting womb.

you whine softly as you fall back against his chest lazily. “thank you, eddie…” you whisper softly.

Steve knew it was a crazy idea to move into the same building as you.

“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.