angel whispers - SteddiexReader Ghostface / Scream AU
Warnings: DARK FIC! 18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT REACT. (VERY) Dub-con/Non-con, knife play, hunter/serial killer, murder, blood, gore, halloween, vomit, losing of virginity, lots of dirty talk, spitting, size kink, Psycho!Steve, Creep!Eddie, Stalker!Eddie, Innocent!Reader
A Scream / Ghostface AU where Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson are obsessed with the reader
Happy Spooktober my friends!
This is a little gift from me to you, as I'm completely obsessed with October, Halloween and the film Scream. I hope you enjoy this one shot! (New chapter for teenage dirtbag coming soon)
btw: love NANCY WHEELER IN THE CANON UNIVERSE OKAY!! I just needed a Queen B and since Stranger Things doesn’t really have a fitting one I just picked her, please don’t be mad. Anyway. Enjoy this one shot, read at your own discretion.
October had always been your favourite season. The smoke ground through the streets, clinging onto the houses like sticky sweet honey, hindering sights, drowning any sense of reality out of the town. Hawkins, in autumn especially, seemed its honest, authentic self. The orange of the trees enlit something in the city, a forbidden sense of wonder and fantasy that you always found yourself drowning in.
Yet you had to hide it all. Pretend you hated it; pretend you hated the rain, the fog. It's what was expected of you. Since last year you were lucky enough to be adopted into the popular clique at school. You weren't quite sure why but after being a chronic loner, you appreciated the change of scenery. What surprised everyone, though, was that you were dating Steve Harrington. The King of Hawkins High.
He, of course, had been together with Nancy, and when she broke up with him, he immediately focused on you. Of course, you had to get Nancy's permission, and she said she was okay with it, although later, Carol confessed that she had called you a whore behind her back. You also noticed her talking down on you whenever you were with Steve and behaving differently when he was around. It was clear she wanted to win him back; it seemed she hadn't expected him to actually move on when she broke up with him.
But Steve – to your surprise – protected you. When you weren't ready to defend yourself, he would stand up for you, telling Nancy she was crazy and ignoring all her attempts on him. Every time you looked at Steve, your heart pumped faster, and your head throbbed. So when he told you about the Halloween party you usually weren't sure you'd agree to under normal circumstances, you immediately agreed. All of your friend group was invited: You, Tommy, Carol, Billy and of course, Nancy. But word spread fast. And sooner than later, the whole school knew about it and prepared to show up on the 31st at Steve's house.
Nancy had picked the costume for your group: She was the Sexy Devil; Carol was the Slutty Nun, and you… well, you were the Angel.
You knew they were doing it to humiliate you; they knew you were still a virgin. They knew you barely had done anything but kiss Steve, and every time he wanted to go further, you'd stopped him. Nancy had laughed when you told her and told you in gross detail about how big Steve was and what an eager lover he proved to be in bed.
It was something you were insecure about. And the fact that they knew and would exploit it like that made you want to scream, but you did what you always did and swallowed all the hate, the anger, the rage down and smiled as Nancy handed you the costume.
"You're not scared? Like at all? I mean, the killer is still out there", you groaned, concerned as Nancy put on her tiny red dress, red horns decorating her head. You, Carol and she were getting ready in her vast mansion.
"Oh, what, you're scared?" Carol laughed as she fixed her veil.
"You're such a coward", Nancy added.
But you had every right to be scared. In the last two months, there had been two murders in the small town of Hawkins. There were talks of a serial killer, and curfews were instructed. Yet when nothing happened for a few weeks, no one died but also, and no one was caught, the people eased into it all again, and normality returned. It was truly astonishing how quickly one could adjust, yet that sinking feeling never left you. It was irrational, but you felt watched. Alone. Scary.
When you arrived at Steve's house, the party was already in full force. The music drowned out almost all other senses, but then the smells hit you: Weed, Fast food, smoke, alcohol and other things you weren't sure you could identify. All eyes were instantly on you when you stepped into the house. Nancy especially had all the attention on her. Some guys whistled, and one immediately put her arm around her, but she pushed him off, clearly disinterested.
"Ahoy, Ladies! You all look ravishing, especially you, my love…." Steve announced as he rushed around the corner, grabbing you protectively around your waist, pulling you in and placing a messy kiss on your lips. He tasted alcohol, and you smiled against his lips when you tasted it on your tongue. You could feel Nancy rolling her eyes out of the corner of your eye. He was wearing a sailor's boy uniform, looking rather adorable.
"You look hot, Sailor Boy", Nancy leaned in, whispering rather sultry even though Steve's arm was still gripped closely around your waist.
"I'm going to get something to drink; you girls want anything?" he smiled, ignoring Nancy.
"Yes, please, god, I need to get going!" Carol groaned.
"Alright then, follow me!" Steve announced, prancing, and squeezing past the crowds, grabbing your hand tightly. You stared around at all the kids from school. Halloween added something rather foul and animalistic to the way people were behaving. They seemed to care even less in all of their various costumes. People were making out, almost on top of each other, and you felt like you could hear moaning from the bathroom, but maybe that was just your imagination.
Steve handed all of you shots of something clear that you couldn't really identify. You just suspected strong alcohol.
"To an unforgettable, live-changing night!" Steve cheered, and you all lifted your shots up, clinking before downing them. The liquor burned your throat, and you pulled your face together in disgust. Carol didn't flinch at all.
"God, you're such a lightweight!" she chortled while pouring herself a second shot and downing it like it was nothing. Nancy wasn't getting the attention she wanted and hated how Steve only paid attention to you.
"Hello there, hotties…" a sultry voice came from behind you, and as you turned, you saw Billy Hargrove and Tommy – Carol's boyfriend and Steve's best friend - staring back at you. You weren't quite sure what Billy was supposed to be; he was simply wearing a black leather jacket and no shirt underneath, and Tommy was dressed as Cobra Kai. Carol screeched and flung herself around Tommy's neck, instantly making out, shoving their tongues down each other's throats.
"An angel, huh?" Billy grinned, biting his lip while checking you out. It made you highly uncomfortable, and when he hugged you hello, you could feel him hugging you tighter than usual.
"I don't believe you're so innocent…" he whispered before turning to Nancy and hugging her. Nancy used the momentum of attention she was getting from Billy to try to do her best to make Steve jealous. She stared at Billy's lips, which only so gladly returned all the flirting. But Steve only had eyes for you, and when Nancy realized it was no use, she dropped Billy like a hot potato.
After a few hours of all of you going around, drinking some more, dancing, and enjoying yourself, you felt tipsy and relatively happy. Steve was by your side all the time to the apparent annoyance of Nancy. People were already leaving the party, and the place was emptying itself slowly but steadily. Yet, your friend group seemed to be wanting to stay. Carol and Tommy were still making out. Billy was hitting on almost everyone. Everyone was drunk, everyone was laughing, and everyone was happy except for Nancy. Nancy was clearly bored.
"Let's spice this up, shall we?" Nancy asked out of nowhere, raising her eyebrows challengingly. Tommy and Carol stopped making out for a second, clearly both somewhat interested.
"How about Truth or Dare?"
Carol screeched in excitement, and before you knew it, all of you were seated around Steve's couch. You were just about to start when you heard a voice.
"Did I hear Truth or Dare?"
You all looked up and nearly choked on your drink when you saw who it was. It was Eddie Munson. Eddie, the Freak, Munson.
"What are YOU doing here?" Nancy asked, chuckling.
"Yeah, I'd like to know that too", Steve answered, raising his eyebrows.
"What, you're telling me I wasn't invited? I'm heartbroken," Eddie grinned, throwing himself onto the armchair next to Billy, who was clearly agitated at Eddie joining the group. It was just the Seven of you now; no one else was around. And due to the sudden emptiness of the house, it was almost…spooky. Though you'd never admit it.
"Alright, let the Freak play; he might just spice things up a little", Nancy clapped, and your group agreed, giggling, clearly all still welcome on the highs of the alcohol. You were trying your hardest to focus, but the alcohol was hitting harder than you expected. The edges of your vision were already blurring a bit.
"Thank you, Wheeler, I feel honoured" when Eddie said that, his eyes clung to you, gripping you in his gaze.
You had no idea why, but goosebumps covered your whole body. Eddie was sitting on his chair, his legs spread, heavy black boots, his curls wild, his eyes covered in black eyeliner… there was something to it. You guess that he was dressing up as one of the Rockstars he was known for listening. But before you could catch your thoughts expanding, drowning in them, you looked away to the floor, blushing.
"I'll start. Truth or Dare, Stevie?" Carol smiled innocently. Steve seemed taken aback.
"Truth", he said almost instantly. You weren't sure if that was the right choice.
"What's your favourite position?" she grinned; Tommy drew his eyebrows together, apparent jealousy at the question.
"Missionary, obviously", Nancy answered immediately, "he likes watching, don't you, big boy?"
Your mouth dropped open in shock. Everyone started laughing at Nancy's bold statement.
"She's right…", Steve answered, smiling innocently, rubbing the back of his neck as he grinned at you, apologizingly. Your stomach twisted at this humiliation; you obviously didn't know this; in fact, you didn't know anything. And you felt like they all knew. Felt like they could smell it all off of you.
"Alright, let's move on", Billy grumbled.
"Nance, Truth or Dare?" Steve asked. Why would he ask Nancy? This was genuinely getting unbearable.
"Why do you like bullying people so much?" he asked. Nancy's face dropped.
"I don't bully people!" she screeched, defensively crossing her arms in front of her chest. Eddie scoffed at this.
"Well, you shouldn't be such a Freak then, Munson", she hissed.
"I don't really see how my existing bothers you so much, Wheeler, that you spread rumours about me. Honestly, I almost feel flattered", he answered casually.
"Well, I think it's weird you hang out with little kids so often, and you should stop peering into the Girl's showers."
"And the evidence that I did this is… where exactly?" Eddie asked curiously, putting his head slightly to the side. When Nancy didn't answer, Eddie grinned again.
"And the satanic cult thing? Where did you get that one from?"
"Can we move on? This is getting uncomfortable", Carol groaned as she stood up to get another drink.
"It's Wheeler's turn", Billy answered, nudging her to go for him next. But Nancy had a different idea. She was clearly humiliated and wanted to shift the blame and focus on someone else. So, she turned back to Eddie.
"Truth or Dare?" she asked, a wicked grin on her face.
"Dare", he answered, almost instantly, it seemed, even before thinking it through.
"I dare you to kiss the Angel."
"It's the game's rules; you shouldn't have played it if you didn't want to get burned!" Nancy laughed evilly. To your surprise, Eddie was by your side almost instantly. Steve didn't move, and Carol and Tommy were cheering.
"You'll have that tramp stamp on you forever, Angel. Freaks leave marks", Billy chuckled.
Eddie's hand softly reached your cheek, and he placed a kiss so softly on your lips that it was over before you realized it had been there. Nancy clapped in mock excitement. Why did the kiss feel so…good? Deep down, you craved more; Eddie was so mysterious. He smelled like cigarettes and liquor, a taste you weren't sure you had loved before but definitely were now.
"Pretty good for a virgin", Nancy chuckled.
You shook your head, pretending you didn't like it. You hadn't even realized what exactly Nancy had said. But you didn't mind it at this point; everyone except maybe Eddie already knew about it in this round. Steve wasn't saying anything but just stared at you blankly, looking like he had to hold back on saying something.
"It's the Freak's turn", Steve said, slightly shaking.
"I'll pick you, lover boy, Truth or Dare?" Eddie grinned. You saw Steve gulping at this, throwing out "Dare" before his breath caught up.
"I dare you to go get me a beer."
Everyone groaned at this rather stupid and harmless dare, and it was a change of heart.
"Alright then", Steve said while getting up. When he strode towards the kitchen in the other room, Nancy beside him jumped up as well, mentioning she had to go to the toilet. Still, you knew exactly that she was about to use this momentum to talk to Steve alone. But you were too drunk to mind. So, you laid back and waited for them to get around. You felt Eddie's gaze on you out of the corner of your eyes.
Just as you were about to tell him to stop gaping at you, all the lights went out of nowhere. Carol screamed; Tommy fell down the chair because the noise startled him. Out of shock, you jumped up, whipping your head around in slight panic.
"Jeez, calm down, Angel; it's only a power failure here; I'll go check it out. Hand me the flashlight on the counter, Tommy", Billy hissed at you in clear annoyance.
You wanted to tell him not to go. You had a bad feeling about this. But you felt too dumb, too scared, too embarrassed. You had no evidence of anything terrible happening; no, on the opposite, everyone seemed to thoroughly enjoy their time.
So, Billy grabbed the light and went out of the room and down into the basement, where the main power fuse of the house was located.
The energy was highly uncomfortable with just you, Eddie, Carol and Tommy. The latter two had found their way back to each other and were back to making out. So, it just left you and Eddie, who were sitting opposite each other, both silent. But Eddie had you in his gaze. When neither Nancy, Steve or Billy returned after ten minutes, you started worrying. And not just you. Eddie seemed uncomfortable, and even Tommy and Carol noticed how weird it was. Without saying anything, you got up.
"Where are you going?" Tommy asked.
"I'm going to check up on Billy; this is weird", you said determinedly.
"I'm coming with you", Eddie said, getting up as well.
"Absolutely not", you said, even though you really didn't want to go alone.
"Do you have a flashlight?"
"I have one. So, unless you want to stumble in the dark, I'll accompany you" Eddie grinned, and you rolled your eyes, nodding.
Eddie walked beside you as you both left the room, the light of the flashlight shining rather dimly in front of you, only helping minimally. Your eyes still weren't adjusted to the dark.
"Why were you here? Really, why? I know this isn't your usual vibe", you asked Eddie, seemingly out of nowhere.
"And why would you know that Angel?", he asked, gifting you a wicked grin. His curls were falling into his face.
"I never see you around these parties, so I assumed you didn't like them", you said.
"Were you looking for me then?" he chuckled mischievously.
"Don't be ridiculous; I go to many parties; I see many people, and I love it", you said, doing your best to convince yourself.
"Sure…" Eddie said, clearly not believing you. But you noticed that he didn't answer your question and didn't tell you why he was here, but before you could ponder why that was, you stopped in front of the door that led towards the basement.
"Ladies first…unless you're too scared?" Eddie smiled, bowing, opening the door for you, and waving his hand downwards.
You scoffed, stepping past him down the dark, creaky, brick staircase. Eddie shone down beside you, and due to the light hitting you from the back, your shadow was cast forward and nearly made you flinch. Eddie seemed to notice because he chuckled.
"This isn't funny, stop!" you hissed, and Eddie threw his hands up defensively.
The air in the basement was moist and felt rotten like it hadn't been opened in weeks. It was bigger than you expected, sporting at least the size of Steve's living room.
"Billy?" you asked, but no response came back.
"Can you shine around a bit? Maybe he's here somewhere…." you grumbled, and Eddie did as he was told. You walked in the direction you thought the power fuse would be, and Eddie stayed by the foot of the stairs, enlightening the room. It was darker in the back; Eddie's light didn't quite hit here. Then you spotted the power fuse in the dark, but you saw some of the blinking lights, indicating that the power was off.
Before you notified Eddie, you sprinted towards the power fuse, tripping over something wet on the floor. Your hand reached out for the switch, and you only just realized now that you were shaking. The button seemed to be blocked something, so you put all your strength on it and pushed it upwards. You succeeded because the lights went back on instantly, and your eyes fell on what was blocking the switch. It was a finger. A separated finger. And when you turned, you realized what you had tripped over.
On the floor, lying there, was Billy. Billy's corpse. His finger had been cut off, and his throat cut. Gurgling noises still came from him, indicating he hadn't entirely passed. You screamed in horror, and Eddie came running up to you, his face shaken with the same shock.
"Oh my god…" he panted and grabbed you instantly, pulling you towards him protectively.
"What the fuck! Eddie! We have to call the police; oh my god, is it the killer? The Serial Killer? Is he inside the house? He is inside the house! God, Eddie, please, we have to call 911; I- we- oh my god, Billy!" you whined, tears falling down your cheeks as you pressed your face into Eddie's neck, trying to forget what you saw. You couldn't believe what was happening; you were shaking all over and felt sick to your stomach. You were going to throw up.
"We have to get out of here", Eddie whispered.
"We can't just leave him here!" you cried, your voice breaking.
"We will come back for him, but we have to survive right now. Come on", he said, grabbing your hand and pulling you away from the corpse. You didn't know what to do; your head was spinning.
"We must warn Tommy, Carol, Nancy and Steve; we have to get them; oh my god…." you cried.
The two of you sprinted up the staircase, shutting the door behind you and locking it tightly. Then you ran towards the living room, but Carol and Tommy weren't there anymore.
"Oh no. Oh no. Oh no, nonononono…." you said, shaking your head in disbelief.
"We don't know what happened to them; maybe they tried to leave. Maybe they escaped!" Eddie said, his voice shaking slightly but relatively calm. He was trying to keep you in check to not completely lose your mind.
"Let's check for the car; they came by car, yeah?" Eddie suggested, and you nodded, grabbing his hand and running towards the front door. When Eddie clicked the door open, you whined when you saw Tommy's car still parked in the driveway.
"C'mon, maybe they're hiding in the car; let's go! And if they're not there, we can escape by taking their car!"
"Eddie, please, we can't leave them here", you whined, but Eddie ignored you, grabbing you towards the car. You weren't sure if the blurring of your vision was due to the alcohol or your crying.
Eddie whipped the car door open, and you nearly fainted when you saw both Tommy and Carol inside, bleeding onto the car floor, their throats slit as well. It was grotesque; it seemed as if Tommy had tried to protect Carol by flying himself in front of her because he had a deep stab wound in his chest. But it didn't matter in the end. They were both dead.
This had to be a bad dream. Your friends were getting killed off one by one. Your stomach twisted so hard that you turned away from the murder scene and vomited off the side of the car.
"Eddie. We have to get Steve and Nancy and then get out of here, you hear me? Right. Now", you said, your voice oddly confident. But you weren't optimistic at all. You were scared. But the anxiety had pushed forth your rationality. It was all about survival now. Eddie nodded, and the two of you ran back into the living room.
"Alright. Listen. I know one should never split up in horror movies, but I'm going to check out the top floor, okay? And you stay down here. Here, take this", Eddie said, handing you a little pocketknife, "use it to protect yourself, yeah? We have to find them as quickly as possible. If you see the killer scream, I'll come back immediately. I'll do the same, you hear me?"
It was a stupid decision, but at the moment, it seemed alright. So, Eddie walked by slowly up the steps. You walked towards the living room when you were sure he was up there, and you nearly screamed at what you saw.
A figure dressed in a black cloak, a ghost mask covering its face, held a bloody knife – you assumed THE bloody knife – to Nancy's neck. She was shaking all over. You would have screamed if the figure didn't urge you not to. It was holding its finger in front of its mouth. You obeyed; you didn't want it to hurt any more of your friends. And you were maybe able to save Nancy if you acted correctly. But Nancy had another idea.
"Please, Mr Ghostface, take her, not me; I won't tell a soul; I'll tell them it was her, and they'll believe me! Please don't kill me! Please I-"
But at that moment, the creature lifted the hand that wasn't gripping Nancy towards its own face. Slowly but steadily, it was ripping off its mask, and suddenly, a familiar face with brown hair and brown eyes was staring back at you.
"STEVE!" Nancy screamed. Your hands flew to your mouth, and you shook again, rooted to the spot. You couldn't move.
"Look at me, Nance…." Steve whispered softly as he turned her face towards him, bloodying her cheeks with his red hands, leaving stains all over, "…I want you to know it was me who killed all of your friends. And it will be me who will kill you. Now please, look at me while I put this knife through your guts, will you.? Because I do really love to watch…."
Before Nancy could respond, Steve flung his knife forward and buried it deep inside Nancy's stomach. Neither Nancy nor you screamed. You both just stared at the blade inside of her, and when Steve started twisting it, Nancy fell to her knees, collapsing on the floor. Nancy was convulsing on the floor, and Steve just stared at her before kneeling beside her.
"I would say I feel sorry but…well, I'm not", he spoke and ripped the knife out of her gut. The blood leaked down, staining her red dress an even darker red.
Silence had never been louder. You should have tried to save her and should have run. Should have just done ANYTHING, but you could do nothing but just stand there. When Steve returned to his feet, something lifted inside you, so you turned and bolted to the front door.
"Oh, come on, Angel, don't run from me!" he sighed, but you could feel the smile on his face. When you tried to pull the door open, it was locked. How could it have been closed? You just entered back in with Eddie. Eddie! You had forgotten he was here.
"Eddie!" you screamed, running towards the stairs, narrowly escaping Steve. He approached slowly but never ran, almost taunting and playing with you.
"Eddie? Please! It's Steve! Eddie, it's Steve!" you screamed as you looked through the rooms, unable to find him anywhere. Then, when you turned, you hit something hard and screamed because you thought you had ended up in Steve's grip. But you hadn't. Eddie was standing in front of you.
"Oh, thank god, Eddie. It's Steve, I saw him kill Nancy, it's him, it's been him all along!" you cried, staring up at him. To your surprise, Eddie didn't flinch and didn't scream, and didn't look shocked. No. He smiled. And then he grinned wider until he began laughing frantically, manically.
"God, you really are stupid, aren't you?" he chuckled, shaking his head, his eyes opened widely.
"W-What?", you stuttered, taking a few steps back.
"You know I do like seeing those tears, sweetheart."
Out of nowhere, Steve appeared behind Eddie, putting his chin on Eddie's shoulder.
"I do, too", Steve replied. They were both staring at you like a predator would look at its prey.
"I think we should give her a chance to escape, whaddya say?" Eddie asked mockingly.
"Oh, absolutely, it's really more fun that way", Steve agreed, turning to look at you again.
"Run, little Angel. Run."
You burst through the side door, into the two-way bathroom, out the other side, around the two psychos, and down the stairs. You felt their steps behind you and tried hard to steady your breathing. You dashed through the house, the kitchen, the living room, and the garden area with the pool adjacent to the woods. You decided to go for it, sprinting into the woods, running and not looking back.
"Here, little piggy, come out wherever you are…." you heard them laughing.
They would regret taunting you; you were going to escape. You knew it, and you were going to live. But right then, you tripped over a root and fell, hitting your knees hard. You flinched, and as you got up to turn, you ran into something hard again. The curls struck your face before you even saw his face. Eddie smiled at you.
"Where you going, sweetheart?" he said as he gripped you against him tightly.
"I thought we told you to run, not trip" Steve appeared behind you, whispering into your ear.
"Let me go, you psychos", you hissed, your voice breaking in disgust.
"You pain us", Eddie said, clutching his chest, a deep grin still engrained on his face.
"I think we should take our little angel back inside; whaddya say, Stevie?"
And before you could answer, you were thrown over Steve's shoulder and carried inside. You tried to push him off, scream, and kick him, but nothing helped. You couldn't believe what was happening. This was Steve, your boyfriend and Eddie the Freak. How had they even got together? What was this? Why were they doing this? This had to be a bad dream.
They brought you back inside, laughing and cheering. Striding inside the living room, your view still upside down, you saw Nancy's corpse, bleeding out on the floor. You cried out when you saw her and all the blood, but neither Eddie nor Steve reacted; quite the opposite, they were rather annoyed at you babbling.
"Come on now, we know you never liked her; you can stop acting like it actually bothers you", Steve groaned, rolling his eyes.
He stepped through the puddle of blood, unbothered, as he put you back down on the living room sofa, where you had sat before when the world still made sense. Eddie sat beside you, frighteningly close, his thigh was touching yours, and you shivered at the closeness. Steve was pulling his chair closer, so he sat directly in front of you, the black costume still clinging onto him.
You were shaking, terribly afraid. But something about all of this, be it the adrenaline, the surrealness, or the closeness of the two killers, made it all feel oddly intimate, and you had to control your breathing. This was insanity. They had just killed all of your friends, and you were sitting here, thinking about how if Eddie pushed any closer, you would lose your mind, and if Steve moved his leg forward, he would be in between your legs. You hated it. Your body was betraying your mind. Why had they let you live? Was this the victim complex? Stockholm syndrome?
"You're oddly quiet, Angel" Steve smiled as he played with the bloody knife, shifting it around between his fingers, keeping you in his gaze.
"What the fuck am I supposed to say?" you hissed but stopped when you felt Eddie push his thigh against yours more strongly, clearly supposed to be a warning.
"Maybe thank us for not ripping your guts out?" Eddie suggested.
"No. Fuck you", you said, staring at the floor.
"No?" Steve grinned, "well then…."
Before you knew what was happening, Steve leaned forward and placed the bloody knife beneath your chin, forcing you to look up at him. The blood on the metal still felt warm and was unbelievably sticky against your skin. You gulped, and tears pooled in your eyes as Steve locked his eyes with yours.
"I think we should wash that dirty mouth of yours out, saying mean words like that…." Steve whispered before slowly spitting down onto your face. The cold spit hit your mouth, and before you could do anything to react, Steve pushed his fingers over your mouth, collecting his saliva and pushing his fingers inside. You were so shocked at what was happening that you didn't dare move.
"There we go, cleaned out again" Steve smiled as if nothing had happened when he pulled his fingers out.
"Why?" you forced out, trying to be as calm as possible, but your voice broke. At this, both Eddie and Steve chuckled, shaking their heads.
"Well, for starters, these kids all made my life a living hell…." Eddie said, leaning into you, too, whispering into your neck. You couldn't look at him as your eyes were still fixated on Steve, the knife still holding strong against your chin, but you felt his breath against your skin, and goosebumps covered your body.
"…and I've always wanted you."
The words rung deep in your ears and brain; what did Eddie mean by that? What was going on? Clearly, the shock had shown itself on your face because Steve laughed.
"Never felt a shadow in the back of your mind, watching? Never felt like you were being followed in the dark? Never felt like the stuff you clearly remembered putting somewhere was missing? Never felt like when you were alone in your room, you weren't really, and someone was watching you through the windows? Oh, little Angel, Eddie knows you better than you think. He knows what naughty, naughty things you get up to when you think no one is watching…."
You gulped, tears streaming down your cheeks now. This wasn't true. They were trying to scare you. This was all a stupid lie, a stupid Halloween prank, and they were all in on it. This had to be a joke.
"You don't believe him, do you?" Eddie asked, his lips only inches away from your ear, "I think this might change your mind, sweetheart."
Eddie reached into his back pocket and pulled out a piece of fabric, dangling it in front of your face. It was a pair of your panties. You remember them precisely because they had the little bow in the front that you thought was adorable at first glance. And they had been missing. Missing for months at this point. And Eddie had them. Oh god. He had been in your room. When was he there? What did he know? Did he watch you while you were…when you were…
"I think she believes you now, Munson. Good girl, finally putting the pieces together", Steve grinned, twisting the knife slightly underneath your chin.
"You're probably wondering how I'm involved in all of this…well", Steve began, pulling the knife away from your chin and leaning back. You exhaled heavily, your breath shaking.
"This is really the fun part…." Eddie whispered, but this time, he leaned into your neck, softly putting his lips against your skin, kissing it. You would have flinched, and you should have jumped. But it felt good. His lips were soft, shooting electricity through your whole body, which wasn't okay. You felt Eddie groan against your neck.
"Poor Eddie was so deprived, so in love, so obsessed yet you didn't give him any time of the day. So, when the chance arose, I stepped in. Preparing you for him, as a gift, really. Although I have to say I've grown quite fond of you as well, little Angel. I do have a thing for virgins…God, they get wet so easily…" Steve narrated, "and it was hard, keeping off of you. I noticed how badly you craved me, but I had to hold back. For Eddie. Poor little Eddie."
Eddie was grinning now; he had moved away from you and was now catching Steve in his eyes. Before you knew what was happening, Eddie leaned forward, his hand on Steve's thigh now, moving upwards, their faces only inches away from each other. Steve was grinning back.
"And I appreciate everything you've done, big boy."
And then Eddie put his lips on Steve, and they began making out rather wildly right in front of your own face. It was obscene how much your eyes clung to them, and despite your moral compass, you could feel yourself growing more agitated and more…wet. Why was this happening? What was going on? Before you could say anything else, an involuntary silent, almost inaudible whine left your mouth.
But the volume didn't matter because Steve and Eddie noticed, stopped kissing, turned their heads towards you and raised their eyebrows with cheeky grins.
"I think someone is a little desperate for attention, Stevie", Eddie spoke.
"Well then…I guess we know what we have to do."
It might have been the pause, the sense of reality, the grip to do something, but you took the chance, sprung to your feet and bolted up, running towards the front door. They clearly hadn't expected it but were on you right after. The front door was still locked, so you decided to dash upstairs to maybe flee out of a window.
You hid in Steve's room, inside his closet. Maybe if they thought you had escaped, they would go back into the woods to search for you, and it was your opportunity to leave.
"Aw, come out, sweetheart, wherever you are!" Eddie hauled through the corridor, a filthy chuckle following this.
"We were just starting to have fun!" Steve added. Just when you thought they had passed his room they bolted inside. Your hand flew up to your mouth, trying to silence your breathing.
"Would you look at that", Eddie laughed as he knelt down, picking up something off the floor. It was the pocketknife he had given you, and you had forgotten you had it, and now it was on the floor, clearly marking that you were in the room.
"Little Angel…come out come out….", Steve taunted before stopping in front of his closet. It was slightly see-through because it had little holes in the door, and Steve's head turned and gripped your eyes with his gaze through the holes.
"There you are!" he smiled as he ripped open the closet door. You screamed, kicking, shouting, begging him to let you go.
"Oh, come on, Angel, you really have to stop with the act; we know you didn't actually care about them; we were doing you a favour! You are free now!" Steve said as he pulled you out of the closet again and threw you on his bed, laying you on your back.
"Besides, we know your dirty secrets. Eddie and I had a good read of your little diary…." Steve smiled as he towered and leaned over you, pushing you down onto his bed. Eddie was standing on the opposite side, by your head.
"You don't know shit!" you shouted, unsure of where this confidence had come from.
"Oh yeah? What about wanting all of your friends to disappear? Your hatred towards them? How they treated you, Nancy, especially? How you wished you could rip their heads off yourself? Don't play dumb now we KNOW", Steve continued.
Tears were pooling in your eyes again. It was true, you had written it in your diary. But you didn't mean it literally. You would never wish for the death of anyone for that matter. This was unfair. SO so unfair.
"We took care of it, sweetheart…now let us take care of you…", Eddie whispered, leaning forwards over your head so you saw him upside down; your view flipped. His curls were nearly tickling your forehead as he stared at you.
"I can take care of myself…." you whined as Steve pushed his leg forward, slowly moving his way up between your legs.
"Are you sure? What about that little fantasy of yours, huh? You seem to really enjoy knives, isn't that so? Eddie here even caught you once, you know… when you were masturbating…how you had tried to choke yourself with a mock knife; it's ridiculous but adorable. But you don't have to hide, not from us, Angel. You can be your true self, the authentic version of you we see. Don't hide…."
"I-I can't; it's I don't want-" you mumbled, stumbling over your words as Steve pushed his knee right between your legs. You whined silently, and he smiled down at you. The blood was sticking onto all of you, and your white Angel dress now had multiple stains. The knife was lying beside your head, omnipresent, radiating onto you.
"I think your body knows what it wants; let's check, shall we?" Steve smiled, and with one quick motion, he flipped up your dress, revealing the panties you were wearing underneath.
"Oh, Angel… you're soaked."
"I want to see", Eddie spoke and moved next to Steve, his eyes widening when he saw your core. He put his fist in front of his mouth and bit down on it, rather roughly. He was trying hard to control himself it seemed.
Before you or Steve could react, Eddie reached over you to the knife and slid it across your thighs, upwards, towards the panties.
"You should hold your breath Angel, or I might hurt you accidentally", Eddie spoke in a sticky sweet artificial voice.
You had to hold back your moans – the way the cold metal felt across your skin was a sensation you never thought you would like. But you did. Extremely so. When Eddie pushed the flat side of the knife against your core, you whined loudly for the first time.
"There she is" Eddie grinned wickedly right before he cut the strings off the panties and revealed yourself right then and there. Both Steve and Eddie groaned at the sight.
"Please let me", Eddie whispered to Steve.
"Of course, she was your choice, after all."
Eddie slid his hands over your thighs and positioned himself right in front of your core. His bloody hands left trails on your legs. Before you could react, flinch away, say anything, do anything, Eddie had brought his tongue forward and kitty licked over your clit. You nearly screamed, and it felt way too good.
"God, you're gonna make me cum in my pants just by making those sweet noises, Angel", Eddie groaned and then got to work. He began licking all over, taking in all of your scents and juices, playing with your clit.
"Fuck, you taste so good, even better than through those panties, sweetheart."
You were a mess already, your hot moans filled the room, and when you saw that Steve had sat on a chair, his hands in his pants which were covered by the black costume, lazily jerking himself off at sight, you nearly lost it right then and there.
But then Steve got up. "I can't sit back anymore", he said while positioning himself on the top of your head where Eddie had stood before. You were too dazed to understand what was going on.
"Open your mouth", Steve said as he took himself out of his pants. Your mouth fell open in shock. Steve's erection was massive, way bigger than you had ever thought was possible, and his pubes were perfectly trimmed.
"He's perfect, isn't he?" Eddie smiled from underneath you, stopping to admire what was happening before him.
"Open up wider for me, Angel", Steve said again, and you obeyed without even thinking.
"There we go, good little Angel", he grinned while positioning himself, gripping himself and then he slowly pushed in, groaning ever so slightly. The stretch of your mouth and throat was obscene, and Steve barely fit half of himself in when he had already hit the back of your throat and you were gagging around him.
"God…what a slutty little throat you have…bet you wanted to do this forever, haven't you? Choking on my dick…." Steve groaned, and the suddenness of his words made you dizzy. Eddie was watching Steve fuck your throat while getting back to licking your cunt.
You felt yourself growing close, and when Steve began fucking your throat, the vile sounds of his cock down your throat sent your head in circles.
"I think we better start preparing her if her cunt is even slightly as tight as her mouth is", Steve groaned while moving. You didn't know what he meant at first, but when you felt Eddie's finger at your entrance, you knew what was about to happen.
You screamed against Steve's dick when Eddie pushed his ring-covered finger inside you, and combined with the licking of his tongue, you felt the pressure building.
"Oh, fuck keep doing that, her throat is so tight right now", Steve moaned, and Eddie obeyed, speeding up. You saw stars. It was all getting too much.
"I feel you tightening sweetheart, can you cum for us? I think you should and show us how grateful you are, come on now, cum around my finger", Eddie taunted, and that was it. You moaned against Steve's cock, flinched against Eddie's fingers and came so hard that you thought you were about to pass out. This was after all the first orgasm you ever had that wasn't caused by you.
"Fuck, that's it, keep moaning, you slut, come on, god…." Steve groaned as he sped up his movements rather roughly, and when he finally came inside of you, you felt his sticky cum running down your throat. He hadn't even given you a choice of swallowing; it was already deep inside you.
"Open your mouth. Show me it's all gone", he said as he pulled out. You obeyed, and he nodded. "That's a good Angel…."
Eddie had pulled off you and was moving upwards, laying his lips on yours. You tasted yourself on his tongue, but it was combined with the taste of Steve's cum. It should have been disgusting, but it wasn't. It was hot. Hot in the best way. He lifted you up and sat you by the side of the bed, making out filthy with you, sticking his tongue down your throat. You whined against him, and he let his hands explore your whole body, over your throat, down your collarbones, squeezing your breasts, stomach, and thighs.
He then pulled away and only then had you noticed Steve was right next to you, so you turned around, and Steve laid his lips on you too. The same routine followed, and Steve also stuck his tongue down your throat.
You were going back and forth between the two, a rope of spit interconnecting you all. In between, Eddie leaned in to kiss Steve again, just like he had done it downstairs. Your head was spinning; you were already too far gone. All of your faces were covered with the blood of their victims, and it was vulgar.
"I think she's ready", Steve voiced.
"Let's ask her, are you ready, sweetheart?" Eddie smiled softly. The softest he had ever been the whole evening. You nodded.
Eddie laid you on the bed, and Steve stayed by your side. Eddie took off his pants so fast you didn't even notice. He wasn't as big as Steve, but he was still big. When he lined up with you, his head over yours, you saw how beautiful Eddie was for what felt like the first time.
"You ready to lose your virginity? To the Freak?" he grinned. And when you smiled, you knew it was over. They had won. This is what you wanted. This is what you needed.
Eddie pushed inside of you, and you whined at how full you immediately felt. The sensation was unlike anything you had ever experienced before. You suddenly understood why everyone was so obsessed with sex. You were still sore and overstimulated from the other orgasm, making this all the more intense.
"God…." he groaned, "… you're so…oh god."
When he began moving, you felt Steve pulling you onto his chest, wrapping his arms around you. Steve then softly began covering one of his hands around your throat and pushed down. Eddie was driving in and out, faster and rougher than before. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the sensation.
"I've wanted to do this for so long. God, you're so fucking tight; this cunt is even better than I imagined; I feel like I'm going to bust already", he moaned in-between thrusts. And when Steve began to push down harder on your throat, you felt like you had ascended to heaven because nothing should ever feel this good.
"Fuck, keep choking her, Stevie; she's way tighter now."
And that's what he did. You were moaning and sure that if someone was walking past, they'd hear what you were doing from the outside.
"Look at how deep he is inside of you Angel, I think you should thank him for fucking you", Steve whispered softly into your ear before positioning your head so that you had to stare at how Eddie rutted inside of you. There was a slight bulge where the two of you connected every time Eddie drove inside you.
"T-thank you, E-eddie", you moaned in-between thrusts, and Eddie grinned at you. But Steve pushed further.
"I think you should also thank him and me for getting rid of your annoying friends. Come on now. Thank him for choosing you and killing them."
Your head was spinning. This was not okay; you knew it wasn't. It was terrible; you shouldn't feel the need to thank someone for something as horrible as this. But you couldn't resist, and it was all too much.
"T-Thank you. Eddie, for choosing me. And thank you for…for….killing them!" you whined, your eyes closed at the sensation. Steve laughed behind you, and Eddie, too, had a wicked smile on his face, his eyes clearly enjoying himself too much.
There was a mania behind those eyes that frightened you. But as much as it did scare you, you didn't care. All you wanted was for him to keep fucking you like that. And that's what he did. And when Eddie finally came inside you with a deep groan, you didn't care about anything else. This was all you needed, and as you came again for the second time, Steve pushed Eddie's cum back inside you while Eddie kissed you hard on the lips. And when the three of you fell asleep, covered in blood, all fucked out in Steve's bed, deep down, you wished that it could stay this way forever.
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