#ghostface!steve
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blood lust — poly!steddie
pairing: ghostface!eddie munson x fem!reader x ghostface!steve harrington
warnings: smut, threesome, vaginal sex, double penetration, anal sex, cursing, brief knife play, blood, mask kink, established polyamorous relationship, mentions of murder, possessive behavior, hair pulling, praising, degrading, fingering, oral sex (m. receiving), voyeurism, masturbation, creampie, squirting, spanking, dubcon
word count: 3.8k
summary: some people had trouble understanding that you were theirs, so your boyfriends felt the need to remind them, as well as you.
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“Finally” you sighed and plopped down on the couch, finally able to unwind after a long day at school. Given that your exams were coming up and you hadn't prepared all that much, you were busier than usual, but you had decided to rest tonight and put schoolwork and studying on hold.
After being unable to for some time, you wanted to watch some tv tonight so you took the remote control from the table and turned it on. A news channel popped on automatically, and the announcer shared some quite unsettling news: “Attention to all citizens of Hawkins; there is a murderer on the loose. Although the precise number of victims has not yet been determined, we firmly advise that you lock all of your doors and windows as well as stay inside after 8 p.m”.
You chuckled and were about to zap to a different channel when you saw something flashing past the window in the corner of your eye, making you flinch as you turned your head around instantly. You momentarily froze with a confused frown on your face, but you quickly figured it must have been a bird, so you returned your focus to the tv. You brushed it off before noticing something in the corner of your eye once again. With a puzzled expression on your face, you quickly turned the tv off and walked over to your house's large glass sliding door. You tried to peer through the glass by pressing your forehead against it and using your hands to block the light from inside out, yet it was still too dark to see anything.
You took a deep breath and slowly but warily pulled the door open to take a look at what you saw. When you were greeted by a chilly night breeze and could only hear the sounds of nearby cars, you wanted to turn around and go back inside, but before you could do so, you gasped as felt the smooth fabric of gloves around your exposed waist and the cold and sharp touch of a knife on your throat, causing your heart to race in fear as you desperately tried to escape.
“Hi sweetheart” you sighed in relief when you heard the familiar voice and giggle of your boyfriend Eddie while his gloved hands gently squeezed your waist.
“Sorry to scare you” your other boyfriend Steve whispered with a deep voice into your ear, slowly lowering the knife that he held against your throat. You turned around and saw the boys standing in front of you wearing their white masks and black robes— their usual outfits for when they kill.
It was still strange to think about sometimes— you, dating two killers. It certainly was in the beginning, especially since you were supposed to be on the never-ending list of victims. But they fell for you, and weirdly enough, you for them. Consequently, their relationship turned into a polyamorous one.
Now, you are their everything. They would go endless ways to protect you, to keep you safe and secure. Not that you wouldn’t do the same. On the nights when they come back from killing, you’re waiting for them, ensuring they have erased all evidence of their crimes and, if the victims were able to defend themselves, aiding them in treating their wounds.
“Idiots! Don’t do that to me!” you annoyingly yelled as they both raised their masks, glaring at you with mischievous smiles on their blood-covered faces.
“Jesus, what did I tell you about not being messy when killing? Also, how did you guys even manage to get it under the mask?” you asked bewildered before hitting both of them on the back of their heads.
“Steve’s fault” “Hey, that’s not fair! You were-“ “You know what? I don’t care! I’m going to change into my pyjamas” you interrupted, stomping away from them to go upstairs and change into a different outfit.
The three of you had a movie night planned. As a result of all the killing they’ve been doing, you had been feeling lonely and wanted to do something fun with the three of you, so after a few pouty faces and whining they finally agreed. Of course, they would. They rarely ever refused you, especially if you used your, according to them, ‘adorable whiny voice’.
You walked upstairs and removed your make-up in the bathroom before heading to your bedroom, grabbing your pyjamas. You sat down on your bed and were about to take off your shirt when you felt a hand wrap around your ankle, making you jump up in the air as you screamed before hearing Eddie’s laugh coming from beneath the bed.
“Asshole!” you shouted at him as Steve came running up the stairs soon after.
“What happened?” he asked worriedly, before seeing Eddie crawling from under your bed as you stood next to it with a pouty face.
“Eddie scared me” you said softly before walking over to Steve and wrapping your arms around his body. He embraced you and gave you small kisses on your head while secretly high-fiving Eddie behind your back.
After they went back downstairs, you hastily changed into your pyjamas and ran downstairs excitedly to watch a horror movie Steve brought from Family Video. All of you settled down on the couch, both boys on either side of you with a cosy blanket covering you. The movie just started, when you heard the doorbell ring. You frowned before remembering it was your classmate who had unintentionally taken your book instead of his own home, and he had promised to deliver it to your house. Both Eddie and Steve looked at you instantly, a concerned look on their faces.
“Don’t worry, It’s someone from school. I’ll be right back” you explained as you kissed both boys and stood up. You walked to the door and opened it to see Jason Carver standing in the doorway, a charming smile on his face and your book in his hand.
“Hi Jason, thanks for bringing the book” you greeted, extending your arm to take the book from him. You wanted to be quick about it, knowing that Steve and Eddie, especially Eddie, didn’t get along with Jason. Not only that, it was obvious that Jason had a thing for you, secretly flirting with you when Steve and Eddie weren’t around.
“No problem, beautiful” he said with a smirk, causing your eyes to widen as you swiftly turned around to see whether anyone heard him.
“What? Your boyfriends are here? I’m sure they won’t mind me talking to you” oh but they will. They will. Your arm was still in the air, anxiously waiting for him to give you the book.
“You know I would treat you so much better than both of them”
“Just, give me the book” he chuckled as he handed you your book.
“I brought you something else as well” he said as he held a box in his hands, “chocolate cupcakes”
You were about to grab the cupcakes when you heard footsteps behind you, causing your heart to race. Jason’s face shifted to one of rage as Steve leaned against the door opening and Eddie stood on the other side of you, snatching the box of cupcakes out of Jason’s hands.
“Hey— those are not for you!” Jason said aggravatedly but Eddie simply ignored him and only focused on the box in his hands. Jason looked at him furiously as he pulled out a cupcake and took a large bite out of it, “Hmm, these are delicious!” Eddie exclaimed, handing Steve one as well. Steve’s eyes didn’t leave Jason for a second, flashing him an intimidating and angry look.
“Alright. Thanks for the cupcakes but you can leave now” Eddie said, his mouth stuffed with the cupcake as he tried to slam the door shut but Jason stopped it with his hand. His face displayed a troubled expression as his head leaned a little closer to yours.
“Just, be careful Y/n. There’s a killer out there” Jason said genuinely, as far as you could tell.
“I think she will alright” Steve said as he closed the door, “Idiot”.
You all walked back to the couch, Eddie still stuffing himself with cupcakes. There was a tense mood and it was quiet—too quiet. Eddie was busy eating the cupcakes but Steve, on the other hand, sat on the couch and stared at you with a serious and emotionless expression, making you feel nervous before he abruptly stood up.
“I have to go. I forgot I needed to help Robin with something. I’ll be back soon” Steve stated as he hastily put his shoes on and grabbed his jacket. He kissed the both of you goodbye and walked through the door, leaving you confused but you shrugged it off.
You ate the remaining cupcakes together with Eddie while you were laying with your head on his lap. After a while, the both of you ate all the cupcakes but Steve was still nowhere to be seen.
“Steve’s taking too long. I want to watch movies” you pouted, gazing up at Eddie through your lashes.
“I’ll go help him” he responded as he ran his thumb over your lips to clean off the icing. You rose up from his lap and watched him put on his shoes and jacket before giving you a kiss.
“You should stay here. There’s a killer on the loose, you know” he said with a smile as he winked before walking out the door, leaving you alone in your house.
After waiting impatiently for about an hour for both of them to return, you ultimately settled down to watch movies on your own with a glass of wine. You were fixated on the television screen as a tense and frightening scene was playing. You tried to grab the glass of wine from beside you but you were so focused on the screen that you instead knocked it over and spilled it all over yourself.
“Oh fuck!” you quietly cursed to yourself as your white shirt was now stained with red wine. Your shirt was drenched so you immediately took it off, leaving you in your bra and pyjama shorts. You cleaned the couch as thoroughly as you could with a wet cloth before hearing the phone ring, causing a frown to appear on your face in confusion. Throwing the cloth aside, you walked to the phone and picked it up.
“Tsk tsk, dumb girl, spilling wine all over herself” the person on the other line remarked, their voice altered using a voice changer. You grinned as you recognized him as one of your two boyfriends—most likely Steve based on the way he spoke.
“Hmm, you look so good in that black bra though” he said, causing you to feel butterflies in your stomach.
“Thank you, anonymous caller” you joked with a giggle.
“You know, I think you also have spilled some on your shorts. You should probably take those off as well” you looked down and saw nothing but clean shorts, but you gladly played along. You got to your feet once again, setting the phone on the table and fiddling with your shorts' waistline. You bent over a little and slowly slipped them off, making sure to give them a good show.
You tossed the shorts aside before picking the phone up again. “hmm good girl” Steve praised before you heard the rustling sounds of the phone being passed.
“Hey sweetheart” Eddie. “get on the couch for us” he instructed as you sat back down, wearing only your bra and underwear.
“Good good… now touch yourself and think of us while you do it” you slowly put your hands in your panties, feeling how soaked you already were without even doing anything yet. You gently rubbed your clit as you tossed your head back and moaned softly into the phone.
“Fuck… you’re too sexy” one of them said, you weren’t even sure who at this point. You were too focused on the pleasure you were experiencing as your eyes fluttered shut and your moans became louder. You were on the verge of letting go when all the lighting in your home suddenly went out, making you gasp. You slowly stood up but before you could do anything else, two strong hands encircled your waist, picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. You screamed in panic but soon realized you were hanging over Eddie’s shoulder when you felt the cold metal of his rings touch your bare legs.
Except for the footsteps of both of your boyfriends leading you up the stairs to your room, there was nothing to see or hear. Steve opened the door and walked inside, Eddie following behind him before throwing you on your bed. The street lights from outside illuminated your room, making you able to finally see again. You turned your head, causing your eyes to widen at the sight of your boyfriends in front of you. You expected to see them dressed in how they left your house— sweatpants and hoodies but instead they were wearing their white masks and all-black outfits. Their masks were splattered all over with blood, and Steve's robe was slightly torn.
“What… have you done?” you asked with a puzzled and concerned expression on your face. You usually knew exactly what your boys were up to. But not this time. This was new for you— it made you nervous.
“You know, baby, sometimes people need to be put in their place” Steve said while removing his tattered robe, revealing his bare upper body.
“Did you- did you do something to Jason?” you stammered with a soft but troubled voice, looking up at them with big eyes.
“You don’t have to worry about that anymore” Steve said coldly, not showing any emotion at all. You felt yourself becoming furious with them and couldn't comprehend why they had done it—in your eyes, Jason had done nothing wrong.
“Jason didn’t deserve it— he didn’t even do anything!” you protested, glaring angrily in their direction.
“Your friend Jason, didn’t understand that you are ours” Eddie said as he sat down next to you on the bed, looking at you through his mask while he gently dragged a knife across your jawline without harming you, “and you clearly don’t understand that well enough either, sweetheart”
Fuck both of them. They couldn’t just kill anyone that comes near you. God, you felt so angry… but you also couldn’t ignore the wetness in your panties increasing, as you felt yourself become more aroused. Steve approached you and lifted your head with his finger as you looked up at your masked boyfriend.
“Are you going to show us who you belong to?” you nodded up at him as you gave him a puppy-like stare, gradually feeling your anger fade. You knelt in front of him on the bed as he undid his belt and slipped his pants and boxers down. His cock sprung free, given how erect he already was, precum leaking from the tip. Steve chuckled from behind his bloody mask as he watched you practically drooling at the sight.
“So pretty” Eddie praised from beside you, taking the knife from your jaw and placing it next to him as he moved to behind you, grabbing your hair and holding it up in a ponytail. You moved your mouth to Steve’s dick, spitting on it before wrapping your lips around him. He hissed at the sensation, throwing his head back as you began to bob your head faster, “F-fuck!”
Eddie lifted his mask slightly before giving you hickeys all over your exposed neck while he was still holding your hair and his other hand kneading your breasts. His hand slowly moved to your core, feeling your wetness through your underwear.
“Fuck, so wet already, huh?” Eddie chuckled in a low voice.
“Such a slut for us” Steve said from under his mask, his voice slightly muffled.
After a while, Steve felt himself getting close so he pushed you off him and turned you around so you were on your hands and knees. He motioned at Eddie to give him something— Eddie understood immediately, handing the knife to him. Steve admired you for a moment, before forcefully cutting your panties and bra and tossing them around the room.
“Hey! Those were expensive!” you yelled angrily. Eddie stroked the side of your face and shushed you, “Don’t worry baby. We will buy you new ones. As many as you want”
Before you could say anything else, Steve’s fingers teased your folds and massaged your clit before pushing two fingers inside you. Eddie grabbed your face and kissed you roughly, causing you to moan into the kiss as Steve added another finger. You clenched around his fingers as he quickened his pace. He skilfully curled his fingers up in an instant, brushing over that one part inside of you before you felt an unfamiliar but euphoric feeling starting to arise, a feeling you couldn’t stop as you felt an intense orgasm wash over you— intenser than usual. You tried to regain your breath while you heard Steve chuckle from behind you.
“Holy fuck, she squirted all over me” Steve exclaimed in disbelief as Eddie's mask was still slightly lifted, revealing a smile while he murmured a “good girl”.
“Make me feel good baby” Eddie said before putting the mask back on. There was something about it. Something about them fucking you in their masks that made you absolutely weak in the knees— and they knew it all too well.
You undressed Eddie, taking off his pants, boxers and robe as you felt Steve tease your folds with his dick, making you grow impatient and whine.
“Not yet baby. I need to see those pretty lips around Eddie first” Steve instructed as you wrapped your hand around Eddie’s erection, stroking it before putting your mouth around him. Eddie’s hand moved to your head, grabbing a handful of your hair as his eyes fluttered shut. Steve pushed into you in one quick thrust, forcing you to moan around Eddie as he felt the vibrations.
Steve’s hand reeled back before you felt a stinging pain on your ass, making you jolt forward on Eddie’s dick. Not much later you felt another slap, “You. Are. Ours” Steve groaned in between each hit. Steve reached over you towards Eddie, lifting both their masks and making out with him passionately, all while still mercilessly thrusting into you from behind. You felt yourself so close to your release, as Steve kept hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars. It felt so fucking good. Your orgasm was just about to hit you when he suddenly pulled out, causing you to whine around Eddie’s cock.
Steve grabbed your hair and lifted your head up, “You know Eddie, I still don’t think she gets it” Eddie chuckled, knowing what he was hinting at as your brows furrowed.
“Come sit on my lap, princess” Eddie instructed as you hovered over him and steadied yourself by placing your hands on his shoulders before he guided you slowly onto his dick. You felt him so deep inside of you while you rested your head in the crook of his neck.
“I think she needs both of us inside her to remind her how good we can make her feel” Steve said, causing your eyes to widen. You weren’t new to anal, not at all. But them inside you at the same time was new to you. It made you slightly nervous but god, just the thought of it, to be able to feel both your boyfriends at the same time, sounded like heaven to you.
After waiting for a moment for you to say anything, Steve grabbed the lubricant from your nightstand when you remained silent. You always felt secure with them since the three of you had a safe word to use if you needed to stop or didn't want to do something, so they knew that if you didn’t feel comfortable, you would let them know at all times.
“Don’t be nervous, baby” Eddie said before he lifted his mask and kissed you passionately to calm your nerves. Steve rubbed himself in lube before lining himself up in front of your entrance and pushing into you slowly. You bit down on Eddie’s shoulder, not used to the sensation you’re experiencing. Steve was now fully inside you as he waited for you to adjust to the feeling.
After a while, you nodded, and Steve and Eddie both began to move carefully to make sure they were not hurting you in any way. Your mouth fell wide open at the sensation of them stretching you out completely from both holes. They could feel each other move against each other through the thin flesh that separated them, only adding to the immense pleasure they were already feeling.
“Such a fucking whore, having two dicks inside of her” Steve groaned, his hands on your hips as he increased his pace, causing your vision to blur. Eddie’s hands cupped your face before kissing you again while thrusting up faster, forcing you to break the kiss and moan loudly.
“She’s doing so good, right Stevie?” Eddie said as he looked deep into your hazy eyes. Your head felt like it was spinning at this new sensation. It was indescribable how amazing it felt and you couldn’t get enough.
“So fucking good for us” Steve agreed as he moved his hand beneath you to your core, rubbing fast circles on your sensitive clit while maintaining his brutal pace. It was becoming too much when both of them hit that one spot inside you, sending you over the edge. You moaned loudly, your eyes shut while your nails dug into Eddie’s shoulders before you collapsed on top of him. Not much later, both of them came as well, emptying themselves deep within your holes, causing you to whimper in overstimulation.
The three of you froze for a moment, trying to catch your breath before both of them took off their masks and tossed them aside. They slowly pulled out before Steve grabbed a towel to clean you up and came to lay down with you, kissing the both of you.
You held both boys close to you while they wrapped their arms around you.
“Oh my god… that was amazing” you exclaimed with a smile on your face, “but no more killing for no fucking reason!” you said sternly, gazing at both of them with a frown.
“What do you mean, ‘no reason’? He gave you very delicious cupcakes, y/n. You know we can’t bake that well” Eddie joked, giving you a kiss on your forehead before Steve agreed with a smile, “Eddie's right, he almost stole you from us with those damn cupcakes. We simply had to do something”
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Scream For Us
Pairing: Ghostface!Eddie x Fem!Reader x Ghostface!Steve
Summary: You go to a Halloween party and end up in a situation that awakens something in you that you weren't even aware you desired in the first place.
Warnings: Strong language, smut, dubcon, hair pulling, knife play, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex.
A/N: So this is actually loosely inspired by a novella I read a while ago. It's called Scream For Us by Molly Doyle and it's so good! If you're into slashers (and smut ofc) then I highly recommend😁
Music blared in your ears as you tried to navigate through the thick crowd, squinting slightly to see through the colourful lights that filled the room. You hadn't even planned this. You'd been sitting at home watching a movie when your boyfriend Eddie had called, telling you about the party. So you switched the movie off, throwing on your old Red Riding Hood costume from two years ago, and you headed off to the party.
Now, you warily manouvered your body through the crowd, your red hood flowing around you, as you searched for your boyfriend. But the longer you searched, the less luck you seemed to have. You'd spotted about five Michael Myers costumes but no Eddie. You didn't even know what he'd come as, but you at least thought he'd approach you if he saw you.
"Scary night, huh?" A voice suddenly came from behind you. "Are you scared, (y/n)?"
You gasped, your heart almost jumping into your throat as you looked up into a set of deep black eyes.
You chuckled, clutching your chest as realisation hit. "Jesus Christ, Eddie. For a minute I thought you weren't even here."
"Do you like scary movies, (y/n)?" He asked, tilting his head slightly as he stared at you.
"Oh, so we're playing that game huh?" You smirked, deciding to entertain his little game. You then put on your best 'scared' face, peering up at him with pleading eyes. "Please don't kill me Mr Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel."
He remained silent then, seeming to hesitate for a moment before reaching out and closing a gloved hand around your forearm. You couldn't help feeling a slight sense of unease then as he began dragging you through the crowd, leading you up the stairs and stopping when you reached a bedroom. He swung the door open, shoving you inside, and your arm ached slightly from how hard he'd been holding on.
"Jesus, you're really committed to this." You said, your breathing slightly shaky as you watched him closing the door behind him.
You could see where this was going and most of the time you wouldn't mind, but for some reason something felt off about this particular encounter.
Although as he crossed the room in three quick steps, his hands landing on your shoulders, you couldn't find it in you to voice your slight discomfort. It was Eddie, right? He'd never do anything to hurt you, this was all just a bit of fun. And you intended to enjoy it.
You shivered when his gloved hand ghosted over your neck as he worked to remove your hood, a light breeze surrounding you when the crimson material dropped to the floor.
"Could you at least take the mask off?" You asked, finding it slightly unfair that you couldn't kiss him. "I wanna kiss you."
He just shook his head slowly, his hands landing on your shoulders now as he turned you towards the bed, gently pushing you forward onto your stomach. You huffed, deciding to just let him do what he wanted with you. It wasn't like he was going to listen to anything you said, he hadn't so far.
Your hips jerked up slightly when you felt him lifting your skirt, his gloved fingers brushing along the waistline of your panties. But then you felt something cold against your lower back, before a quiet tearing sound came from behind you. Did he just-?
"Did you just cut my panties off?" You accused, barely able to stifle a laugh in response to what he'd just done. "Damn, you are committed."
As you laid with your bottom half completely exposed to him now, you heard the clattering of a belt before you felt something prodding at your entrance. You gasped when you felt the tip of his cock brushing along your folds, wetness already pooling between your legs as he teased you.
"Eddie, come on." You whined, growing impatient now as you waited for him.
He didn't respond--obviously---and you almost jumped off the bed when you felt him snap his hips forward, bottoming out completely in one quick thrust. And he barely gave you anytime to adjust to the sudden instrusion before he started moving, pulling almost all the way out of you before slowly sliding back in.
"Oh." You moaned, your eyes squeezing shut as his dick rubbed almost painfully along your walls. "Fuck."
You kept your eyes clamped shut, your hands fisting the sheets as he started to pick up his pace inside you, thrusting in and out of you easily now as you laid there.
But your eyes quickly snapped open once you heard the door creek open behind you. You tried to get up, but he quickly pressed his hand flat against your back, keeping you pinned to the mattress, his pace never wavering as he continued to thrust into you.
"Eddie, hey--Eddie, stop." You tried to say, twisting your head round to try and get a look at whoever was in the room with you. "Eddie!"
"What's wrong sweetheart?" Eddie's voice suddenly came...but it wasn't coming from the man who was currently inside you. Eddie came to stand in front of you then, his arms folded across his chest as a ghost mask hung from his fingers. "What's the matter, (y/n)? You look like you've seen a ghost."
You were staring at him now, your eyes wide and your mouth hanging open, barely even aware of what was happening now as you looked up at Eddie's amused grin. "What the fuck?"
"What's up?" He smirked, nodding towards the man behind you. "Don't you like Steve's cock?"
"S-Steve?"
"That's right, baby!" He beamed, a wide grin breaking across his face as he clapped his hands. "We got you so good!"
Silence filled the room then and the only sound that could be heard was the squelching of your drenched pussy as Steve continued to thrust in and out of you, his pace becoming a little quicker now.
You pushed your hands down on the bed, trying to get up once again, but Steve swiftly tossed the knife over to Eddie, who was quick to press it to your throat, the cold metal burning your skin.
"Ah ah ah." He warned, still grinning at you as he leaned down to hold the knife steadier against your throat. "You gotta let Steve finish before you go gettin' up."
You complied, sighing as you lowered your body back onto the mattress, careful not to catch yourself on the blade. You weren't going to protest, because despite how wrong this was, you could feel a fire burning in your stomach, your entire body seeming to come alight as you let Steve fuck you while Eddie watched.
Steve continued to pound his hips into you, his gloved hands desperately clutching at your hips as he worked you both closer to your release. And the longer Eddie watched you, your face contorting with pleasure as you moaned, the harder it became for him to keep his composure. His grip on the blade kept loosening as he reached down to readjust himself in his pants, clearly becoming uncomfortable as he grew hard.
And when you moaned again, you made sure to stare directly into his dark eyes, knowing exactly how much this was working him up.
"Ah, fuck." He grumbled, lifting his dark robe and looking down to where a tent was forming in his jeans, his dick becoming painfully hard. "Sorry sweetheart, but I can't wait any longer."
You felt a jolt of pleasure shoot straight to your core as he said that, because you knew exactly what was coming. And you hated how desperate you were for this.
You watched excitedly as Eddie quickly lifted the robe off his shoulders, his fingers flying straight down to his belt to unfasten it. And then within seconds, his jeans were pooled around his ankles, along with his boxers, his cock springing free before you.
Steve was groaning behind you, and you now had all your attention on Eddie's swollen cock that was just inches away from your face.
"Want me to fill your pretty mouth with my cock?" Eddie smirked, clearly noticing the mesmerised look in your eyes as you stared at him.
You nodded, your voice coming out in a whisper as he brought the tip closer to your lips. "Yes...please."
This was all completely new to you. Up until now, you'd never even have considered becoming involved in something like this, Steve fucking you from behind whilst Eddie prepared to fuck your mouth. It was like something had awakened in you, a deep desire you weren't even aware you craved.
You couldn't help the moan that escaped your lips when Eddie slid his cock into your mouth, a guttural groan escaping his own lips as he pushed inside.
Steve was still pounding away behind you, groaning as his thrusts started to become sloppier, but never losing their force. You could tell he was close, and so were you. A pressure was beginning to build in your stomach as they both fucked into you, Eddie's cock starting to hit the back of your throat whilst Steve started hitting that sweet spot deep inside you.
Eddie's hand slid into your hair, gathering a handful of it and pulling hard to keep your head up for him. You moaned at the pressure of him yanking your hair back, his thick cock repeatedly hitting the back of your throat.
"Shit, Steve." Eddie panted, lifting his head to look at his partner as he continued to relentlessly fuck your mouth. "I don't think I'll last much longer. Are you close?"
"Uh huh." Steve's muffled voice came. "Shit, she feels too good."
Eddie grinned. "Tell me about it."
You continued to let them fuck you until you began to feel the heat building in your stomach, your release coming close. And it wasn't long before the fire finally exploded, pleasure ripping through you as you moaned around Eddie's cock, your body trembling before them on the bed.
They weren't far behind either, as you soon felt Steve still his movements behind you, his warm release filling you as Eddie twitched inside your mouth, spilling his own release straight down your throat.
They both moaned loudly, pulling out of you, leaving you completely wrecked on the bed in front of them.
"Holy shit." Eddie panted, his hands resting on his hips as he tried to catch his breath. "Did you like that baby? Did you like having us both fuck you like that?"
You could only offer him a weak nod as he leaned down to lift your chin with his fingers, pressing a tender kiss to your lips.
He smirked then, his lips still just inches away from yours as he spoke. "We got you real good, huh. Next time, we're gonna make you scream for us."
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[9.6k] local murders, amateur sleuthing and unconventional phone calls catch the attention of wednesday!reader. little does she realise the mastermind behind it all is none other than hawkins’ golden boy. (smut)
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“LOCAL TEEN FOUND MURDERED IN HIS CAR EARLIER THIS MORNING AFTER WHAT LOOKS LIKE TO BE BRUTAL STRUGGLE. THIS IS THE THIRD MURDER AFTER THE DEATH OF—”
The volume dial on the radio was instantly turned down, the drawling voice of the presenter quickly dying down to a whisper after blaring through the store like it had been doing for the last hour.
But no matter what channel or radio show they turned to, each and every one was covering the latest discovery in the Hawkins’ murders.
Murders that started during the annual 4th of July celebrations where a local jock had been found stabbed and murdered just after the firework display, his body slumped into one of the ferris wheel carriages before anyone could notice the killer.
The screams of the young carnival worker who found the body was one no one in Hawkins would forget for a while.
The second murder followed less that two weeks later, when a cheerleader was found brutally stabbed and stashed in the back of her car at Lover’s Lake.
And now, the whole of Hawkins had been sent into a frenzy as the police department worked aimlessly to find the culprit behind the recent murders. Only to come up short when they couldn’t find a single clue against the murderer. Not a single fucking idea.
The whole town was left waiting for the next attack, set on edge and second guessing everyone around them as they waited for the killer to attack again.
The killer was playing with their prey, setting everyone on edge and making them go crazy as they waited for a single clue that this wasn’t over. The killer gave them hope that the worst was over, that they moved on or skipped town. The killer made them think they could be safe again.
And then they struck—just yesterday, after a whole month of silence.
“God, don’t they have anything better to talk about,” Eddie grumbled under his breath, nose scrunching up as he focused on the pile of tapes in front of him that he had been sorting out for the last twenty minutes.
You shifted your eyes from the book you were reading, raising a single brow. “And here I thought you’d love something like this.”
“Not all of us are as morbid as you,” Eddie retorted with a lazy grin sent your way. “It’s all anyone’s been talking about the last two months. There’s only so much small talk I can handle over the counter about my ‘crazy theories on Hawkins’ biggest criminal since Johnny the bike thief’.”
You let out a hum of acknowledgment.
“I swear some of them think it’s me,” Eddie muttered with a light scoff. He paused for a moment before his eyes narrowed on you. “They probably think it’s both of us. Probably doesn’t help that you’re always lingering here.”
“You invite me, Edward,” you stated simply as you flicked to the next page of your book.
“And you come every time,” Eddie retorted with a grin on his face, like he was proud of the fact he somehow managed to have you coming back.
“I didn’t have anything on today,” you said with a shrug of your shoulders.
“Geez, way to make a man feel special.”
Your friendship—if you could even call it that—with the local metalhead wasn’t something you ever planned or considered. As it turns out, wandering around the woods beside the trailer park will leave you with a curly-haired, restless twenty-something who attaches himself to you and continues to call you his friend regardless of whatever you tell him.
Eddie Munson just seemed to work like that.
Not that you minded him all that much, most of the time at least. You could tolerate him and sometimes coming to the music store he worked at provided amusement in the form of watching the general public. If you had to deal with Eddie calling you a friend during that time, then so be it.
“Got any wild theories in that morbid head of yours?” Eddie asked casually like you weren’t discussing murders in the middle of a very public store, the boy more concerned about the price tags he was currently trying to stick on the tapes laid across the counter with a contraption he wasn’t totally sure how to use.
“What makes you think I have been theorising about it at all?” you asked, eyes focused on the words on the page.
“I don’t know,” Eddie said with a shrug. “Because you’re you? And you like all those weird horror books and movies and shit.”
“They are comforting,” you stated simply.
“That…is terrifying, actually,” Eddie mumbled under his breath, shooting you a wary look though it really shouldn’t have surprised him. He still had flashbacks to the biology classes he shared with you in school where everyone had taken three steps back from the lab counters whilst you had cut open the poor frog they had been assigned to dissect with familiar ease. The scalpel in your hand almost looked as belonging as a pen.
“You let yourself get too easily scared, Edward,” you told him, and if Eddie didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought you were scolding him.
The boy paused, raising his brows. “You’re telling me you’re not the least bit scared that we have a homicidal maniac on the loose right now?”
“Everybody dies anyways,” you replied.
Eddie blinked. “Yeah because nothing says circle of life like being brutally stabbed twenty times in the gut.”
“Twenty-four,” you corrected.
Eddie furrowed his brows. “What?”
“Each victim had been stabbed at least twenty-four times,” you said as you lifted your gaze to meet his own. “If you’re going to be scared, at least be scared by the right facts.”
“Maybe you are the murderer,” Eddie grumbled with a huff, shaking his head as he turned his attention back to the tapes.
“Would you like me to fast-track you to the top of my list?” you deadpanned, though there was something quite like amusement glimmering in your eyes.
“Aw, you’d change up your master plan for lil’ ol’ me? I knew you liked me, sweetheart,” Eddie said with a grin. “Make sure they write that on my tombstone, yeah? ‘Eddie the Freak: changer of small, emo serial killers’.”
You let out a huff but Eddie swore it was a laugh.
“Why the hell are you guys hanging out without me?!”
Both heads turned towards the entrance of the store where a very angry, curly-haired nuisance was making his way towards the cashier counter, the redhead behind him simply shrugging and giving the two adults a ‘what can you do?’ look.
“I’m working, Henderson,” Eddie retorted, gesturing to the store around him. “I hardly consider that hanging out.”
“She’s here!” Dustin said, exasperated as he pointed a finger at you before quickly dropping it when he noted the look you gave him.
“She was invited,” you said to him as you said to Eddie earlier.
“So it is a hangout!” Dustin exclaimed. “Did you invite Max too?”
Eddie remained silent.
“Oh my god.”
“I give her a ride back home after my shift,” Eddie said with a heavy sigh, knowing the boy wouldn’t shut up about this for a while. “I hardly count that as hanging out. Plus, her mum doesn’t want her skating back alone with all the…murdering going around.”
“Who cares about murders when your own friends stab you in the back,” Dustin muttered with narrowing eyes glancing between the three of you.
“Listen, you’re here now, can’t you just…get over it?” Max grumbled, making her way towards the counter where she pushed a handful of tapes to the side before jumping up to take a seat. She pointedly ignored the glare Eddie was sending her way. “I’d rather hear you talk about conspiracy theories for another hour.”
“Conspiracy theories?” Eddie questioned.
“Dustin here thinks he knows who the killer is,” Max snorted.
Eddie narrowed his eyes, glancing between you and Max. “Neither of you sound as worried about a killer on the loose as you should be.”
You didn’t bother with a reply but Max shrugged as she replied.
“She’s rubbing off on me.”
“Are you kidding me? This is freaking awesome!” Dustin exclaimed, catching all three of you off guard as the boy began to pace around the store, arms moving around animatedly as he spoke. “We are living in a real life horror movie! The mysterious killer, local victims, town paranoia—”
“Let me guess,” you interrupted with a raised brow. “Are you deeming yourself the protagonist?”
“Me? Pfft, no, I’m the movie expert,” Dustin said with an oddly proud look on his face. “The protagonist is the final girl.”
Max frowned. “Final girl?”
“Yeah,” Dustin stared at the group like it was obvious. “The girl that is always left at the end of the horror movie. The one who survived after facing off with the killer when their identity is revealed and is the one to tell the story.”
Eddie snorted. “You, Henderson, have quite the imagination.”
“He’s not wrong,” you stated as three pairs of eyes focused on you, all equally shocked. “It’s a common trope in the horror genre.”
“HA!” Dustin grinned.
“Just because you know a bunch about horror movies doesn’t mean you know who the killer is,” Max pointed out, legs swinging back and forth. “It could be anyone. Hell, it could be someone from out of town.”
Dustin shook his head. “Unlikely, each victim seems like a personal choice. And they are linked, it can’t be random at all.”
“Oh, now he’s a professional,” Max muttered, rolling her eyes.
“So who’s your guess, detective?” Eddie asked, entertaining the boy’s delusions.
Dustin brightened. “Well—“
“HENDERSON! THERE YOU ARE!”
The bell above the door rang through the store, accompanied by the sound of quick footsteps as Steve made his way to the group, still clad in the Family Video vest—most likely having just come from his own shift at the shop down the road.
“Way to ruin my dramatic moment, Steve,” the younger boy muttered but didn’t look shocked at his arrival.
“Yeah, yeah, you can cry about it in the car,” Steve murmured with a sigh as he slapped the boy on the back. “Get your stuff, your mum wanted you home by six.”
“It’s only five thirty!”
“Yeah, and I have other shit to do other than drive you about.”
Dustin turned to you. “Tell him to give me five more minutes.”
You raised your brows. “And why would he listen to me?”
“Because he’s obsessed—“ But Steve’s hand was slapped over his mouth before he could finish his sentence.
“Car. Now.” Steve stated simply, avoiding your gaze as a light blush appeared on his cheeks.
Dustin let out a heavy sigh before grabbing his backpack that he had dumped on the floor at some point during his rant before he waved the group goodbye. “This isn’t over. I am gonna prove I know what I’m talking about.”
“Whatever you say,” Max called out, sarcasm dripping from her words.
“I’ll, uh, catch you later, yeah?” Steve said as he followed Dustin to the door, though his eyes lingered on you. Maybe waiting for an answer, maybe hoping you’d say yes.
“See ya later, Harrington!” Eddie waved him off with a shit-eating grin, waiting until both boys were gone before he turned to you. “When are you gonna put him out of his misery?”
You frowned. “What misery?”
“Steve has the biggest crush on you,” Max stated matter-of-factly. “Everybody knows.”
“I didn’t know,” you retorted.
“Yeah, because you’re just as stupid,” Max snapped back and your lips twitched a little at her words.
“You sound just as delusional as Dustin,” you muttered before your eyes focused back on the book on your lap, the one you had been trying to read since you arrived at the store but had only managed two chapters of.
“Say what you wanna say, but when he comes standing outside your house with a boombox and starts confessing his love to you, we will be taking full bragging rights,” Eddie said, a grin matching the redhead’s on his face as you simply rolled your eyes.
“Like I said, delusional.”
…
You were alone in your house on a Tuesday night when you received the first phone call.
Unassuming and unaware, you had spent most of the day out of your house doing simple errands and runs that you had been putting off. You got back home around five and had been loitering around, enjoying the peace that came with an empty home with both parents out of town for the week.
Dinner had been uneventful and the shower you had taken afterwards had been uninterrupted. The phone didn’t ring until around half an hour later, when your hair was still soaking the pyjama shirt you had slipped on and your mirror was still steamy from the hot water.
“Hello?”
“What’s your favourite scary movie?”
You paused for a moment, listening to the voice on the other side of the phone. It didn’t take long for you to piece things together, the articles and radio warnings that had been blasted around town for the last few weeks giving you a clear idea who was on the other side of the phone.
After all, the mysterious number on the phone bill was the one common factor linking the murders together.
“Do you give all your victims the same icebreaker or am I just special?” you asked the killer on the other side of the phone, hand firmly gripping the handset like you were scared to miss his response.
“Who said you were my victim?”
You paused for a moment. “Is that statement meant to bring me a false sense of security?”
“Do you want me to make you feel safe, sweetheart?”
“Not sure that’s a part of your job description,” you deadpanned, hearing the killer on the other side of the phone let out a huff of amusement. “I thought the point of these phone calls was to heighten your prey’s paranoia.”
“Telling me how to do my job now, are you?”
“Just curious how you play the game,” you admitted, the prickling sensation in the back of your neck a telltale sign that you felt like you were being watched. But you found that you didn’t mind it all that much—for now, at least. “Tell me when I should start begging for my life.”
“I would never wanna hear you beg for your life, sweetheart. I would never hurt you.”
“Are you sure you’re the killer?” you asked bluntly, wondering if this was just some prank call of someone impersonating the Hawkins’ killer in hopes of getting a few laughs from their friends. “You don’t sound very scary to me.”
“Maybe I don’t want to scare you.”
“Then what do you want?”
“Maybe I just wanna talk, sweetheart.”
“How wholesome,” you muttered, swinging your legs over the end of your bed and letting your feet touch the cold, wood floor as you stood up from your bed and started making your way downstairs.
“What are you doing?”
“Why do you want to know?”
“Just wanna know why you left your room.”
You froze for a moment, half way down the stairs and your eyes instantly fell on your front door where you could see the lock was still secure in place. “How do you know I just left my room?”
“I like to see the people I talk to.”
“Not social enough for face to face conversations?”
“It’s more fun when they can’t see you.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
The irony wasn’t lost on you about how stupid you were currently being. You had watched a plethora of horror movies from a young age, a lot of them had been watched multiple times and you knew the trope of the dumb girl very well. The one who would keep talking on the phone, who would never go for the weapon that could save her life, that would fall when being chased.
You knew the longer you stayed on the phone to the killer, the higher the chance that you could very well become that same character in Dustin’s little horror movie fantasy. That your body would be the next one found, another victim that would lead up to whatever finale this killer had.
And yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to hang up the phone.
The killer was intriguing, not at all what you expected them to be like and—though it would kill you to admit it—Eddie was right, you did have a morbid curiosity for these kinds of things.
You entertained the conversation, picking apart the things they said and the phrases they used. They were careful, they never gave anything away that could even hint to you who they were but there was a knack at the back of your head that told you you knew this person—which was incredibly stupid knowing you couldn’t see anybody out your windows and their voice was disguised.
“Looking for me, sweetheart?”
“Maybe I’m just trying to help you break that social barrier you’ve built. I heard eye contact improves conversation flow.”
“Never thought you’d be the kinda girl to help someone out.”
Your lips twitched a little. “And I never thought you’d want to sit about for an hour talking about nonsense from a random bush across the street.”
“Guess we surprised each other, huh, doll?”
You raised your brows. “Bored of sweetheart already?”
“Just testing the waters.”
You weren’t sure at what point the line went dead. You couldn’t really remember if you were the one to hang up, or if maybe it was them. The memories of the night before were fuzzier than you would have liked them to be, but certain things were vivid and clear in your head.
One of them was the fact that you knew each door and window had been locked. You knew that there wasn’t a single point of entrance in the house from outside. And yet, laying on your bedroom desk, you found a series of polaroids.
One of you in your room, laying on your bed with a book in hand. One of you in the kitchen, hovering by the stove as you cooked. One of you in the bathroom, the silhouette of your body just noticeable in the steamy mirror.
And a note scrawled on the back of the last one:
Thank you for the conversation, sweetheart. Until next time.
The mastermind behind the Hawkins’ murders wasn’t what you expected them to be like. But they had caught your attention now, and you couldn’t deny that you wanted to know more.
…
“Five!”
“Yes, Henderson, we heard you the first time.”
“Five murders!”
“And we heard the radio announce it too.”
“He has killed five people!”
“How do you know it’s a he?”
This conversation had been going on for the better part of the last hour. Just that morning, the police department announced another victim in the Hawkins’ murders—one of the wannabe journalists in the school newspaper that often bothered Nancy with his deadbeat stories and flakey behaviour.
He was found just by Lovers Lake, his camera smashed to pieces beside him and his torso torn open by multiple stab wounds, more than any other victim. And of course, Dustin hadn’t shut up about it since it had been announced.
“It’s a feeling, ya know?” Dustin said with a pondering look on his face. “Like a gut feeling.”
Max raised her brows. “Sure that’s not just acid reflux?”
“Shut up,” Dustin huffed out, crossing his arms over his chest. “He’s escalating, he’s killed two people in the space of ten days. He’s getting more frequent.”
“Ambitious,” you commented.
Dustin gaped. “No, not ambitious! Dangerous!”
“He’s gone off his victim profile though,” Eddie noted as he took a large bite out of the pretzel he was eating. “I thought he was just going for jocks and shit. But a journalist and a band geek? Rogue choices.”
“Or they are connected in a way we don’t realise,” Dustin countered.
“Or this is all bullshit and he’s nothing more than a murderous maniac who’s just killing anyone he can get his hands on,” Max stated bluntly, shooting her curly-haired friend a look. “Stop reading into it so much. He’s probably just going for younger victims because teenagers are dumb and would probably follow a strange man into the woods if he offered them beer.”
“Is that what you’d do, Red?” Eddie joked as he nudged her shoulder.
“Yeah, and Henderson would be my first victim,” Max continued, biting back the smile that was growing on her face.
“Not funny, guys, not funny,” Dustin grumbled with a crease between his eyebrows.
“It’s a little funny,” Eddie grinned, playfully patting the boy on the back.
“Am I the only one taking this seriously?” Dustin exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. “There’s a murderer on the loose!”
“Really? You didn’t mention,” Max deadpanned.
“Look, kid, let the professionals solve the case, okay?” Eddie’s voice turned a little more serious as he placed a hand on Dustin’s shoulder. “I don’t want you getting mixed up in this and end up getting hurt.”
Dustin’s shoulders sagged. “I just feel like—“
“I know, I get it, you wanna work it out,” Eddie said, his features softening. “But it’s not up to you to solve.”
“But if you help—“
“I’ll help you,” you spoke up and the room quickly fell silent.
“Uh,” Eddie cleared his throat. “Are you doing alright?”
“Yes. Why?”
Eddie frowned. “Because you just willingly offered help to someone? To Dustin of all people?”
“If it’s any consolation, it’s for personal gain,” you stated as the three of them continued to stare at her.
Dustin’s eyes narrowed. “What are you gaining?”
“Answers.”
“That’s…that’s insanely cryptic,” Eddie murmured, his frown deepening as he flashed you a concerned glance.
Not that you owed any of them answers, but you hadn’t told them about the phone calls from the killer. You didn’t tell them about the phone calls or the photographs or the promises the killer made to not harm you. And you certainly didn’t tell them the phone calls had become an almost daily occurrence.
You didn’t tell them because you knew they would worry. Dustin would hound you with questions, Max would question your sanity and Eddie would be throwing you into the back of his van before beeling towards the sheriff’s department. All valid reactions in the grand scheme of things but would be nothing but a nuisance to you.
You were playing a game with this psycho killer and you couldn’t deny that you wanted to know how it ended.
“Well…beggars can’t be choosers!” Dustin smiled at you and you had the odd feeling that this boy saw this as a branch of friendship.
As it turns out, the boy was more obsessed with the case though you had to give him credit for his passion. He had all but set up a murder board for the killings, complete with pictures of the victims, string linking in pieces of information pinned to the board and a map of Hawkins where each murder had taken place. He had even gone as far as getting transcripts of each phone call the victim received (something about his genius girlfriend being able to retrieve the information).
And that was where your interest piqued the most, unable to deny the way your eyes read over the transcripts multiple times as you analysed the phone calls.
Noting how different they were to your own phone calls with the killer.
“I think the answers are in the phone calls,” Dustin confessed to you as you both stood in front of the board. His hands were on his hips and he stared at the board with such intensity like the answer would appear before him at any moment.
“Is that so?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “I mean, they are a part of his game, no? They gotta be the answer to why he is doing everything.”
Yet, the idea of you just being another pawn in the killer’s game settled bitterly in the pit of your stomach. You didn’t like that. You didn’t like it at all.
…
“You stalking me, sweetheart?”
“Thought I would return the favour.”
“I’m flattered, baby.”
…
“They have to be connected,” Dustin sighed heavily, staring at the pictures of the victims he had pinned on the board.
“They are connected,” you said, sitting back on the couch with your feet planted up on the coffee table and an array of sheets of papers sprawled around you. They were a mix of missing persons flyers, police reports and articles that had been written since the very first murder on 4th July.
Dustin frowned. “They are?”
“They are all from the same year in school,” you pointed out, using the pen in your hand to point at the first victim. “Jamie Anderson, complete narcissist with an ego the size of Indiana.”
“Kinda comes with the jersey,” he muttered under his breath.
You pointed to the second photo. “Samantha Ricks—spent more time swiping daddy’s card and picking on people who wouldn’t talk back.”
“So they were every basic teen targets in a horror movie,” he pointed out with a blank face. “This isn’t really shedding light on why they were chosen.”
“Third victim: Charlie Hughes,” you continued, pointedly ignoring the boy’s pessimistic comments though they did gain a few points of respect from you. “I shared a chemistry class with him in senior year. He always held a grudge after I sabotaged his experiment.”
Dustin raised his brows. “Decent guy?”
“No, an absolute moron,” you stated bluntly before you pointed at the fourth victim. “Kennedy Jenson. A bitter mind in a pretty body, it’s sad to see her go.”
“Were you friends with her?”
You shot the boy a blank look.
“Okay, not friends, but…acquaintances?”
“She wasn’t all that remarkable though she was quite the ass kisser,” you pondered for a moment before you pointed at the final victim. “Katie Adams: extraordinarily self-absorbed and a copycat. I can respect many crimes but lack of originality is not one of them.”
“I’ll remember that,” Dustin murmured, a wary glance sent your way before he looked back at the victims. “So what? That’s our connection? They went to school together and were all unremarkable?”
“It’s too coincidental to be random,” you commented.
“You think he has chosen them on purpose?”
“Yes, but his purpose is the thing I can’t quite work out.”
…
“Do you have a reason you picked your victims?”
“Interested in my job, sweetheart?”
“Curious, really.”
“They all deserved it, I can promise you that.”
“And why did they deserve it?”
“Because they couldn’t appreciate perfection, sweetheart, and I can’t let that shit slide.”
…
“Maybe he has a motivator.”
You raised your brow. “A what?”
“A motivator,” Dustin repeated as though you’d suddenly understand him a second time round. But when your face remained blank, he let out a sigh and continued. “Like, maybe he is doing this all for someone.”
You pondered the thought for a moment. “You think he is just some lackey?”
“Maybe,” Dustin shrugged his shoulders. “Or maybe he is doing it for attention. Maybe he is doing this for someone so they can see it, so they can see his work. Like, a gift or something.”
“Interesting,” you murmured, keeping your face neutral as the boy continued to ramble.
“I mean, if that is the case, he would probably want to gloat to his motivator,” Dustin commented as his eyes flickered over the papers in front of him, fingers fiddling with the ball of string in his hand. “Or at least reach out to them so they know he exists.”
“Like a stalker?”
“Or, in a twisted way, an admirer.”
…
“Do you always watch me when you call?”
“I told you, I like to see who I am talking to.”
“Is there a point of watching me if you’re not going to kill me?”
“Maybe I just like watching you, sweetheart. Is that so hard to believe?”
“It’s a bit creepy.”
“Says the girl talking to Hawkins’ most wanted.”
“That still makes you the creepier one.”
“Because I’m talking to Hawkins’ biggest loner?”
“That was almost funny.”
“Maybe next time you’ll let me hear your laugh. But the smile you are trying to hide will do for now.”
…
“Delivery for—holy shit, it looks like a fucking murder scene in here.”
“Pass the pizza, Munson.”
“Kid’s got claws,” Eddie muttered as he passed the pizza boxes he collected into the boy’s awaiting hands before manoeuvring over the mess that had been sprawled over the living room floor to take a seat next to you. “What’s going on here?”
“Dustin thinks he is on the edge of a discovery,” you informed him.
“I am!” Dustin exclaimed. “I think you were right about the school year being connected.”
“Geez, wonder who saw that one coming,” you deadpanned.
“So I grabbed a copy of the yearbook and started making my way through it, seeing who matches the possible description the police have for the killer and—”
You started to drown the boy’s ramblings out, attention focused on the yearbook you had snatched from his hand as you began to flick through it. Dustin had crossed off people with a large, red ‘X’ on who he thought didn’t fit the killer image, along with question marks surrounding potential suspects.
But as you flicked through the yearbook—something you hadn’t even owned yourself, simply rolling your eyes when one of the committee members tried to hand you a copy on the last day of school—you found yourself taking in the pictures that were dotted throughout the book. Pictures that were taken throughout the four years of high school, of different friend groups and clubs and squads.
Pictures of the unsuspecting victims who didn’t know they would be dead less than two years later.
“You really think you’ll be able to find them in that book?”
“I’ll know a murderer when I see them, Eddie.”
Your eyes aimlessly travelled over each photo as you flicked through the pages before you paused. It was a double page feature on some of the sports clubs in Hawkins High School. There were pictures of different teams and meets and games and matches. There were pictures of the groups mingling and mixing. But the one that caught your eye was one of a jock and cheerleader, smiling and grinning at the camera like their future was full and bright ahead of them.
Jaime and Samantha—the first two victims.
But it wasn’t the happy faces or the arms thrown over each other’s shoulders that caught your eye, not when you knew long ago they had been friends in high school. No, the thing that caught your attention was the figure standing in the background, hidden in the shadows almost out of sight.
The figure was glaring at the couple, a glare full of hatred and pure spite. It was a look that went beyond typical teenage jealousy or testosterone rage. This was something deeper, something more primal. This look was wild and cardinal and animalistic.
This look was the look of a killer.
“It could be anybody in that year, Henderson,” Eddie said with a sigh. “It could be someone you would never suspect, it could be someone you’ve already crossed off.”
“Have faith, Eddie, the people I have crossed off are people who I definitely know could never be the killer,” Dustin assured the older man.
And the person behind the look was none other than Steve Harrington.
“Yeah, Edward,” you spoke up, unable to tear your eyes away from the photo. “None of these people could be killers. Never in a million years.”
…
You didn’t tell Dustin or Eddie your revelation.
You didn’t tell anybody and, to be completely honest, you had no reason to keep his secret. You didn’t have any evidence against the boy to actually take to the police, but you were sure with a little digging you probably would have been able to find what you needed—the confirmation any sane person would need to make sure they were 100% sure.
But you weren’t sane and you didn’t need evidence—you knew.
You knew the killer was Steve. You knew the voice behind the phone calls was Steve. You knew without a fucking shadow of a doubt that it was Steve fucking Harrington.
But the truth was that you liked that you were the only one that knew. Something quite like pride prickled inside you in knowing that the whole town was going crazy but you knew the man beneath the mask—and you liked that he had no idea either.
There was a dark sense of satisfaction in knowing that Steve Harrington had this whole other side to him. The boy next door, the heartthrob and the fucking king of high school—but you knew another side of him, the real side of him.
It was a heavy secret but the weight laid comfortably on your shoulders as the hours passed, Dustin and Eddie throwing theories around that you knew were nothing more than trash until you eventually packed up for the night and left.
You knew the second Eddie dropped you off and you stepped into your house that he was watching you, just like every other night. And something sick and twisted in you hummed in delight as you went about your routine, as you made dinner and walked around your house with those eyes glued to you.
And you waited and bided your time until the phone rang just like it always did, just like you knew it would because Steve himself was a sucker for routine and this was his favourite one.
“Let’s play a game.”
You raised your brows, the greeting a small change from his usual ones and yet the change was welcomed as you felt a thrill wrack through your body.
“What kind of game?”
“Hide and seek.”
“I thought your brain was a little more developed than that,” you said, wondering just which window he was watching you from. “Or you were at least a bit more imaginative.”
“There’s a catch.”
“Of course there is,” you hummed and leaned your head back against the wall, closing your eyes as his gaze washed over you like a welcoming wave.
“Aren’t you going to ask what it is?”
“Why should I when I’m sure you’re going to tell me.”
“You never fail to make me smile, sweetheart.”
“It’s my life’s mission,” you deadpanned before biting what he was baiting. “What’s the catch?”
“If you can hide from me, I’ll tell you a secret.”
“And if you find me?”
“Then you tell me a secret. Do we have a deal?”
You paused for a moment, the weight of his offer laying on you as you contemplated the game. A million different ways this game could go, and for all you know, maybe this was the night he decided he wanted to kill you. Maybe you were no longer a motivator to him or he knew that you were aware of his secret.
Or maybe Steve was just sick and tired watching you from the window and now he wanted the real thing.
“How long is my headstart?” You asked, only to hear his laugh crackling on the other end of the phone.
“Oh sweetheart, I’m already in your house.”
The line had barely been cut off before your feet were moving, your head pounding with a million different thoughts as you wondered just where in the house he currently was—if he was anywhere close to you now.
You knew it was planned. Steve was probably aware your parents were out of town again. And he knew you were home alone. Hell, Steve knew everything about you because despite what he said, he was a little stalker to you.
A little stalker who had five murders under his belt and was now currently chasing you through your own house.
If you were sane, that thought would terrify you. If you were sane, you would be dialling nine-one-one and screaming everything you could to the dispatcher before your life ended. If you were sane, you wouldn’t be running through your house, high on the thrill of a serial killer chasing you.
But you weren’t sane, not in the slightest.
Your heart was thumping wildly in your chest, your body buzzing with an adrenaline rush you had never felt before and, in some crazy way, you had never felt more alive as you did right now. With floorboards around your house creaking and doors slamming, this was the biggest high you could ever imagine.
The only advantage you had was that this was your house, and yet even that fell short when you knew Steve knew this house as well as you did. He had spent days watching you in this house. He had spent nights sneaking in to leave you gifts. He probably knew this house like the back of his hand.
Another fact that should have terrified you but once again, you weren’t sane.
The irony wasn’t lost on you that he managed to find you just as you made it to your bedroom, his hand grasping your arm before you could escape and your body pressed against the edge of the vanity table. Your chest was heaving with light pants but it was nothing to do with the chase and everything to do with the boy in front of you.
He was towering over you, the mask covering his face and the black robe hiding his body, but the lack of distance between your bodies let you feel his broad shoulders and built torso well enough.
Your eyes took in the sight, taking in the small details of the mask and the ghost figurine it depicted. Maybe to others it would be a terrifying sight, not even his eyes visible through the fabric but you could only let your curiosity grow.
He raised a gloved hand, the fabric rubbing against your skin as he ran a finger down the side of your face before tilting his head to the side, and you knew exactly what he wanted.
“A deal is a deal, right?” you said through soft pants, the blood rushing through your ears almost distracting if it weren’t for the fact the boy in front of you had your full attention. “I guess you want my secret now.”
He nodded slowly.
Your eyes never left his masked face as you spoke. “My secret is that I know it’s you under the mask, Steve.”
The silence settled between you, neither one of you looking away or even reacting, and for a small moment you wondered if the reveal shocked him that much. You wondered if he was trying to work out how you knew, or how to keep you silent. You wondered if you had rendered him speechless.
Then, he slowly raised his hand that had previously been tracing your jaw and pulled at the back of his mask, the fabric bunching up in his fist as he pulled the mask over his face. And what you weren’t expecting to see was his grinning face staring right back at you.
“I knew my girl would figure it out,” he spoke, voice low and huskier than the times you had heard him speak before. “You were always the smartest one in the room, sweetheart.”
And his amusement only seemed to grow tenfold when he noticed the shifted look of confusion grow on your face.
“Aw, baby, I’m sorry, did I ruin your surprise?” he murmured, his hands dropping to your waist as the weight of his body trapped you against the vanity. “I didn’t mean to, sweetheart. Just couldn't help myself, gets me all excited when you get that look on your face.”
But you couldn’t bring yourself to reply. Not quite yet, not when you hadn’t stopped staring at his face and the way his eyes shone with an emotion you couldn’t quite read yet. Not when Steve Harrington had just revealed himself as the Hawkins’ murderer before you and all you could think about was the way his smile made your insides twist in a way you had never really experienced before.
“Why?”
Steve’s eyebrows shot up, almost as surprised as you were by the single word that left your lips. “Why?”
You nodded and repeated, “Why?”
“Why, sweetheart?” Steve repeated, almost mockingly as he let out a laugh—a twisted, bitter laugh and it wasn’t directed at you. No, you knew it wasn’t when the lightness in his eyes disappeared, replaced with the same dark look you saw on his face in the yearbook photo. “I did this for you, baby. All for you.”
A crease formed between your brows and the boy softly cooed as he ran his gloved thumb over your skin.
“You didn’t hear them, baby, you don’t get it,” the boy murmured in a soft voice despite the acidic tone lacing his words. “I…I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t just hear them talk…fucking nonsense. Not about you. Not when you’re so…”
His eyes fell back to meet yours and they instantly softened as he pulled his gloves off, his fingers hesitantly reaching to trace your cheek. “Not when you’re so perfect. My sweetheart, so fucking perfect for this world.”
“Perfect?” you repeated, almost offended by the word.
But Steve only flashed you a goofy grin. “You don’t get it, baby. You don’t see what I see.”
You barely choked out a gasp as his hands spun you around, the warmth of his chest pressed closely against your back as you found yourself staring at your own complexion in the vanity mirror. Your eyes shifted to Steve as he stood behind you, towering over you, only to find his attention was already on you.
“Everything about you…it’s fucking perfect,” he murmured, eyes darkening as he tucked his body further against yours, his head dropping so his lips were brushing against your ear. “They called you names. They called you a freak…a loner…a fucking psycho, but they don’t get it. They never could understand utter fucking perfection.”
“That’s noble of you,” you murmured, eyes fluttering closed when you felt his warm breath fan across your skin as he chuckled.
“They needed to know, sweetheart,” he whispered to you, the hands that had dropped to your waist tightening their grip. “They needed to know who the real psycho was.”
“So you killed them?”
“I gave them what they deserved,” Steve gritted out through clenched teeth. “The bastards had it coming.”
“You know, you’ve just given me a full confession,” you told him, watching the way his eyes fell shut as he lightly nudged your ear with his nose, the hint of a smile on his lips. “I could run along to the police and there’s nothing you could do to stop me.” There was a small pause. “Nothing except kill me.”
His grip tightened and his head fell to your shoulder. “How many times do I have to tell you that I would never hurt you, sweetheart?”
“You don’t seem scared about the threat to throw you in prison,” you noted, fighting to keep your eyes on him and not the way his hands were sliding up and down your sides, the action almost comforting.
He huffed out a laugh against your shoulder. “You wouldn’t give me in to the police.”
“You sound so sure about that.”
“If you wanted to, you would’ve done it already,” he stated simply as he lifted his head enough for your eyes to catch his, noting the way his lips twitched upwards in a smirk that was all too smug for your liking. “But we both know why you haven’t told them shit.”
You cocked an eyebrow at the boy. “Oh?”
“The same reason you haven’t told Dustin or Eddie or anyone about my secret,” Steve continued, his voice was soft and calming like he had no care or worries in the world. “You like it, sweetheart. You like it just as much as I do.”
“Presumptuous,” you snided.
“Is it?” Steve tilted his head, eyes watching your expression closely as his hands slid past the black skirt you had been wearing, his hands a heavy warmth on your tight-clad thighs. “I know you, sweetheart. I know you liked knowing my little secret. I know you liked everything I did…reading those reports…imagining what it felt like when I stabbed those assholes again and again and again…”
His words trailed off, his words like a soft lullaby as you fought to keep your eyes open.
“You like that I killed people for you, baby. It fucking excites you to think about the way they bled and begged for their lives,” he whispered in your ear. “Because you’re sick and fucking twisted…just like me, just like those movies you always rent out. And I fucking love it, baby. I know you do too.”
“Because I’m morbid?” you murmured, breath caught in your throat when you felt his hands squeezing your thighs and his nails digging into the fabric of your tights.
“Because you’re perfect, sweetheart,” he said in such a final tone, his chest pressed against your back to the point you swore you could feel his racing heart. But it was hard to tell over the sound of your own pounding heart and his hands ripping through your tights.
“Steve,” you breathed his name out, unsure what you wanted to say but the boy just grinned at you.
“The way you say my name sounds like fucking heaven,” he murmured as his palms were pressed against your inner thighs, slowly moving upwards. “You gonna let me return the favour, sweetheart?”
Your chest was heaving with soft pants, his darkened gaze hard to look away from.
“I just wanna make you feel good, sweetheart, that’s all I’ve ever wanted. All of this is for you, I just wanna please you,” he murmured, analysing every inch of your face as he waited, as he bided his time.
The small nod of your head was a soft, almost invisible action but Steve didn’t miss it. He never missed anything when it came to you.
“Thank you, baby, gonna make you feel like the queen of the fucking world,” he murmured in between the soft kisses he placed along your shoulder, his hands moving to the apex of your thighs as he cupped your clothed cunt and let out a soft chuckle. “I fucking knew it.”
Your body slumped back against Steve.
“I knew this fucking excited you,” Steve grinned boyishly, his fingers running along the wet fabric as he basked in the way you sighed in pleasure. “My perfect girl.”
“Do something,” you breathed out, your fingers wrapping around his wrist as you urged them to move, to keep touching you.
“Anything you want,” Steve murmured against your neck, sliding his hand past the waistband of your panties as his fingers ran along your slit. “Shit, sweetheart, you’re so wet f’me.”
You couldn’t bring yourself to care about your ripped tights or the panties tucked to the side, not when you had the perfect view of Steve holding you against his chest as he circled your clit. It was soft, slow circles at first like he was testing the waters. But one moan from you and the boy was insatiable. He wanted to hear more, he wanted to be the cause of those moans.
He wanted to be the only one that could make you feel that good.
His eyes were locked on your face as he slid a finger inside you, whispered curses muttered under his breath as he felt your walls clench around him. Because you felt perfect, you were fucking perfect and you were all his. Just as he was all yours. You belonged to each other and nobody else and Steve would make sure of that.
“Do you like this?” he murmured, unable to stop the way his chest heaved with heavy breaths as he watched you squirm around his fingers as they slowly pumped in and out of you. The same hands that murdered five people, that killed just for you. “Do I make you feel good, baby?”
“Yes,” you breathed out, soft moans leaving your lips and despite the fact he was the one holding you against his body, fucking you with his fingers and whispering in your ear, you knew that you were in control. You knew that if you told him to stop then he would stop. If you told him to go faster then he would go faster.
And fuck, if that didn’t make the coil in your stomach tighten more than his thumb circling your clit.
“Just like that, Steve,” you moaned, eyes falling shut as you rested your head against his shoulder, as you let him nuzzle his face against your neck. “Don’t stop.”
“Never, sweetheart,” he murmured as he pressed kisses along your heated skin. “Wanna see you come all over me.”
Your nails dug into his forearm but Steve relished in the pain as he held your body tighter, as he watched your face scrunch up in pleasure through the mirror. He couldn’t even bring himself to blink as your lips parted, his name leaving your lips in a breathless moan as he felt your walls clench around his fingers.
And he didn’t stop.
Not until you let out a small whine, muttering his name as you tried to pull his hands away from between your legs—your shaking legs, Steve noted.
But he never stopped touching you and kissing you. His hands running up and down your sides, his lips pressing soft kisses onto any inch of skin he could. Steve had spent so many nights watching you from a distance, he needed to make up for lost time now that he had you in his arms.
“I knew you would understand,” he murmured, his nose pressed against your pulse point as he listened to your thundering heart. “I knew you were perfect for me.”
“Yeah, I can feel just how happy you are,” you commented, feeling his hard bulge press against your lower back and yet, it was almost endearing the way his puppy dog eyes found yours in the mirror.
This was the boy who had brutally murdered five teenagers, who knew you’d look at the reports and revel in his work. This was the boy who teased and taunted and played with his prey like a true, bloodthirsty killer. This was the boy who watched and waited and bided his time with you until he knew you knew.
And, now looking at the mirror, this was the same boy who was begging to make you feel good despite his raging hard-on pressing against the confinements on whatever he was wearing beneath the black robe he currently wore. This was the same boy who looked at you like you hung the moon, who would probably kill for you if you asked him.
This boy was Steve Harrington and you, without a fucking shadow of a doubt, owned him.
“Take your clothes off,” you told him, borderline ordered him as you kept your eyes on his lust-blown gaze.
He blinked. “Huh?”
“Take off your clothes, Steve,” you repeated, voice remaining steady despite the orgasm that had rocked your body minutes ago. “Or have you changed your mind?”
“I—no!” He said quickly as he shook his head, taking a step back so he had enough space to pull the robe over his head, leaving him in black jeans and a tight-fitting white shirt. You were almost disappointed it was clean, that it wasn’t covered in the blood of the victims he had brutally stabbed.
You watched as he pulled the shirt over his head, eyes darting over his broad shoulders and toned chest, lingering for a few seconds before his hands moved down to his belt buckle. You didn’t say a word as he continued to strip down, his clothes abandoned on your bedroom floor until he was left in his boxers.
And Steve stood there, clad in his underwear, watching as you stepped away from the vanity table. He watched as you reached for your shirt, pulling it over your head and he watched as you unzipped the little black skirt you were wearing. He watched as you ditched the ripped tights and ruined panties, watched as you unclipped your bra before you settled yourself on your bed.
“You look…” he trailed off, hooded eyes taking in every inch of you now that he had you up close. He would never get enough of you. “Fuck.”
“That’s reassuring,” you said, the hint of a smirk on your lips as Steve slowly walked to the edge of the bed, his hands clenched in tight fists at his side and he looked torn. “You okay there, Steve?”
“Mhmm,” he hummed, a little higher pitched than normal.
“Say it, Steve,” you said to him, leaning back on your elbows as you basked in the boy’s attention.
“Can I…” Steve cleared his throat, a blush covering his cheeks. “Fuck, can I fuck you? Make you feel good?”
“You wanna make me feel good, Steve?”
“Please, baby,” his voice slightly whiny as he crawled over your body, kissing from your ankle to your knee. He continued to kiss up your thighs and stomach, up the valley between your tits and just every single fucking inch of you because he needed to. He needed to feel all of you. “Just wanna show my girl how fucking good I can be.”
“Are you going to be a good boy for me, Steve?”
“So good.”
Your lips were ghosting his as you pulled him towards you, a soft noise escaping the back of his throat as he tried to lean down to kiss you but you pulled him back as your fingers threaded through his hair with a gentle tug.
“Then fuck me, Steve. Fuck me like you mean it.”
The boy let out a groan before his lips finally met yours, his body almost sagging in relief like that single point of contact was what he needed. His hands squeezed your sides, his body fitting between your legs as his teeth nipped at your bottom lip until it was red and begging for him to kiss.
Your fingers tugged his head closer, moans muffled amongst the sound of your lips smacking and his soft whines as he reached down to push his boxers down, kicking them off the rest of the way when they reached his knees.
He pulled away for a few short seconds, panting heavily as he reached down to stroke himself, letting out a small wince as he teased the head of his cock before sliding it up and down your soaked cunt.
“Shit,” he hissed as he tapped his tip against your swollen clit, almost grinning at the way your nails digged into his skin in response. “You’re so wet, sweetheart. You look so fucking pretty.”
“Do you always talk this much?” you commented, a little breathless as you watched him slowly slide the tip of his cock in.
“Can’t help it, baby,” he sighed as he reached for you, one of his hands intertwining with yours and you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away from the touch. “I can’t control myself when I’m around you.”
“You should work on that,” you muttered, only to be cut off by your own gasp as he pushed himself inside you completely. “Shit.”
“Fucking made f’me,” Steve groaned, forehead pressed against yours as he felt your walls squeeze around him. “Perfect fit.”
“Don’t tell me you believe in fate,” you spoke, a little choked up when he started to slowly pull out before thrusting back in.
“I believe in a lot of things when it comes to you,” Steve confessed, eyes glued on the sight of his cock disappearing inside you.
Steve revelled in the way you clung onto him, the way it was his name leaving your lips like a fucking mantra as he thrusted in and out of you. Steve revelled in the way your nails dug into his skin, the way they raked down his back leaving scratches he hoped lasted for days after. Steve revelled in the way your lips met his in a messy, sloppy kiss so unlike you and yet, he fucking thrived in knowing he brought you to this point.
Steve revelled in knowing that he fucked you up just as much as you fucked with him.
“Shit,” he groaned, head resting on your chest as he tried to catch his breath, but it was impossible. It was always impossible when he was this close to you, when he was still inside you. “Did I make you feel good, sweetheart?”
You let out a small huff that almost sounded like a laugh, but Steve grinned regardless.
“Maybe you’re not totally hopeless, Steve,” you murmured softly, and against your better judgement you ran your fingers through his hair, pushing the strands back so you could see his wide eyes looking up at you from where he laid on your chest.
“Is that just about the sex or everything?” he asked, unable to keep his hands to himself as he gripped your sides.
“The sex,” you said, so blunt and deadpanned and you that Steve couldn’t help but love the way you said it. “Your knife skills were admirable, but clearly the work of an amateur.”
His grin widened. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say that sounded like an offer to learn from someone more well-versed with knives.”
“Maybe I will.”
“Interested in joining the business, sweetheart?”
And Steve fucking Harrington revelled in the way a smile broke out on your face.
“I can show you how it’s really done, Steve.”
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The Final Girl
Ghostface!Steddie x Sorority President!Virgin!Reader
Modern College Au/ Smut/Angst (18+ MDNI)
Summary: It’s Halloween and you’re hosting a small murder mystery party at your sorority’s mansion.Things go smoothly at first until secrets come out and people actual begin dying. It’s up to you to uncover the killer as The Final Girl.
A/N: This is Dark but with some humorous moments. So you have been warned that there will be violence, blood, and sex in this. Mean Girls meets Scream. This is slasher inspired all the way because I love horror movies. It’s a fun wild ride that I made just for laughs and curiosity. I think I’ll be making more Ghostface!Steddie to get into the Halloween spirit. Let me know what you guys think! ❤️
Word Count: 7.1k+
Warnings: NON CON, DUB CON, primal play, blood, violence, dark humor, murder, graphic language and descriptions, creepy!perv!Eddie, psycho!steve, mean!formerbully!reader (practically Regina George), bimbo!reader, reader in relationship with Jason Carver, mentions of bullying and false allegations of sexual assault, hairpulling, spanking, scratching, rough sex, facefucking, bondage, some knife kink, some blood play, p in v (unprotected) some male on male (finger sucking, kissing) , breeding kink, creampie, mostly ooc!stranger things gang, PLOT TWIST
“Should I go with the slutty nurse outfit or the slutty cheerleader?” You say, holding out your options for your friends to view.
Nancy and Robin were currently laid out on your bed assisting you with the perfect costume. You’ve been friends with Nancy since freshman year of high school. On the other hand, you and Robin weren’t always friends. You had your tiffs with one another back in high school but, in college, you decided to turn a new leaf and practice positivity. You ended up apologizing for your mean behavior towards her and ended up cool friends since then.
Tonight you were hosting a small gathering at the sorority house with just a few friends since the rest of your sorority sisters were out partying at a frat house instead. It felt like betrayal but you didn’t mind. After all, they’ll only be missing out on what could’ve been the best night of their lives.
“Definitely the slutty cheerleader,” Nancy selects. “It’ll be a homage to your high school origin story.”
“You bitch,” You giggle, throwing a stuffed animal at her. “I was hardly a slut. I mean, sure, I messed around with our 12th grade Chem teacher and some jocks her and there…but I’m totally innocent.”
“Isn’t it a little…basic, though?” Robin chimes in. “Most girls do the slutty cheerleader look. Hell, even Vickie’s thinking about it.”
“But you’ll tell her not to wear it because only I could be a cheerleader for the night….right?” There’s a threatening inflection in your tone.
“Yeah, of course.” Robin agreed, nervously.
“Great! And what will you girls be wearing?” You say as you looked in the mirror, putting the costume over yourself.
“I’m gonna be a sexy spy.” Nancy mimics scanning around the room with a gun.
“I’m going as Mia Wallace.” Robin beams with joy.
“Who?” You and Nancy say in unison.
“From Pulp Fiction. It’s a cult classic.”
“I would’ve heard about it if it were a classic.” You say.
“It’s an old movie. It’s got a pretty wide fanbase even today.” She retorts.
“Well, no wonder I don’t know it. Old movies always creeped me out. Why are they all in black and white?”
“I-it was… in the 90s.” She blinks at you, dumbfounded.
“Oh. Was it before I was born?”
“A little before, yeah.”
“Yeah, I don’t usually care for things that were made before I was born. The world didn’t have me in it so it couldn’t have been that groundbreaking.” You shrugged.
Your cellphone rings and you immediately picked it up without looking, believing it to be your boyfriend.
In a bubbly tone, you answer with a large smile.“Jacie-kins,” Your smile drops when instead of hearing your boyfriend, you hear heavy breathing. “H-hello, who’s this?”
But no answer. Just the shuddery, heavy breaths of a perverted stranger. You hang up.
“Everything okay?” Robin asks, concerned.
“Yeah, just some creep over the phone.” You shivered, throwing your cell onto the bed.
Nancy looks at the caller ID: Unknown. “I haven’t answered unknown calls in forever. Especially with the rumors that have been going around about receiving those calls.”
“Ooh, yeah! I heard if you receive those calls that it means you’re next.” Robin adds.
“Next?” You whispered.
“Mhm, rumor has it…the ghostface killer calls his victims the day he plans on murdering them.” Robin explains.
“Nah, that’s not right. He calls his victims then waits another 24hrs and then you’re dead.” Nancy says.
“Pretty sure, you’re wrong, my dear.”
“Well, I’m in the Newspaper club so I’d know.”
“I have google and reddit—”
“Girls,” You called out, interrupting their bickering. “You’re no help. A creep just called me and now you’re freaking me out about all this talk of murder.”
“Aww, relax, Y/n.” Nancy wraps an arm around your shoulder.
“Yeah, it’s only rumors. None of that shit’s real or makes any fucking sense.” Robin says.
“Exactly! Like how would this ‘ghostface killer’ have any of our numbers? Who even calls people these days?” Nancy laughs.
“Yeah,” You say, your nerves calming down. “You’re right. It’s probably that loser at the Chipotle I gave my number to so he’d leave me alone.”
“Oh, honey. That’s why you always give out fake numbers,” Nancy says, patting you on your back. “Now chop, chop, ladies. We have to prepare. The guests will be arriving in another hour or so. Text Chrissy to get ready. Where is she, anyway?”
“Probably off doing coke. Anyway…Robin, did you send the messages about the personas for the Murder Mystery?” You questioned.
“No. You said you’d do that.”
“That was before I had to go to my yoga class. My instructor wants a toxic-free environment so I couldn’t use my phone. As Vice President, you should’ve been on that ball, sweetie.”
“But, but…”
“Don’t worry, little bird. We’ll just choose our personas out of a hat at the door, okay? It’ll be more fun that way. See why I’m the president? I’m always thinking ahead.” You give her sweet smile before heading back into your closet.
Robin continues to glare in your direction.
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The gathering had finally begun and the 4 of you were lined up on either side of the door to greet the arriving guests. First arrival was Jason who dressed as a jock to match your halloween costume.
“Jacie-kins,” You greeted at the door, kissing his cheek and extending the hat full of little notes in his direction. “We’re choosing at the door. It was all my idea.”
“You’re so fucking smart, babe,” Jason compliments. “And you look hot. Love the pigtails.”
“Awww, babe.” You giggled.
“Can we move this along, please?” Chrissy says, rolling her eyes. “I’m not sure why I’ve gotta stand here, too.”
“Because we’re welcoming the guests into our sanctuary. It’s called ‘being polite’, Chrissy.” You say, with a feigned smile.
Then came in Vickie and Jonathan, who greeted their designated sorority girl lovers. It was looking to be a full house so with that you allowed everyone to meet in the living room. Just as you were about to close the door, a hand halts it in place. You let go, waiting for the intruder to enter.
Steve.
“Heyyy! Long time, no see, King Steve.” You pull him into a hug.
“It’s great seeing you, too, princess. Sorry I didn’t get to wear a costume. I wasn’t sure if you’d be doing a theme.”
“Yes, I apologize. I told Robin to send the texts about the event details but she forgot. But a few bumps in the road is no big. The guys’ll be so happy that you came. You’ve gotta tell me all about University in New Y—” You paused your sentence, eyes falling upon a familiar face standing at the bottom step of your porch. Someone that reminded you of your harsh past.
Steve’s eyes follow yours then looks back at you. “Oh, I hope you don’t mind. I brought a plus one.”
“N-no. I don’t mind. I’m on a path to healing now. So it’s totally fine. I didn’t even know you two were friends,” His eyes bore straight into yours. You quickly look away. Extending the hat towards them, you began to tremble a little. “H-here. It’s a murder mystery party. You get to choose your persona.”
“Sounds fun.” Steve smiles, pulling out a piece a paper then enters the home.
Eddie approaches you, your breath hitches. He smirks, raising a hand and shoves it hard into the hat. You jolt at his sudden action.
He chuckles. “I got one.”
“You can go inside now.” Your wavering voice so low that you cleared your throat and repeated the phrase with more confidence.
“Inviting me into your home? How sweet.” He whispers, invading your space before peeling away from you. He ogles your body up and down then takes his strides towards the living room.
Gathering your composure, you fixed you adjust your costume then headed inside. Like you predicted, the boys were ecstatic to see Steve but the opposite reaction was given for Eddie.
“What’s this freak doing here?” Jason asks.
“Hey, hey. There’s no need for that.” Steve defends.
“No, actually, I don’t mind. Let’s hear what else you’ve got to say in that empty little head of yours, jock strap.” Eddie challenges.
Jason lurches up to his feet, his face inches from Eddie’s. Rolling your eyes, you come in between them.
“We’re all adults here. We don’t need to this,” You cup Jason’s face, making him focus on you. “Let’s just have a fun night. Forget the past. Hmm?”
Jason looks between you and Eddie then sighs. “Fine.” He says, through gritted teeth.
“Perfect. So, let’s all have a seat on the carpet and go around the circle to explain our personas. No revealing yourself as the killer, of course. I’ll go first,” You smiled, giddily. “I’m Kitty Reeds, a B List movie star. I’m known for being very dramatic and I’m always looking for my next big break.”
“Sounds familiar,” Robin snorts. You nudge her. “Oh, right! (in a transatlantic accent) I’m Cha-cha Wilde, defense attorney. You looking for someone to bail you out, I’ve got ya. Even if you did do it. What about you, babe?”
“This is so fun,” Vickie giggles. “I’m Mayor Helen Goodwill. I make anything happen long as there’s a little bit of bribery on the side.”
“I’m Cane. Vance Cane. Undercover spy.” Jonathan gives his best James Bond impression.
“I’m Alfie Reeds, playboy wannabe director married to Kitty Reeds.” Steve says.
“Ooh, sorry, Jason,” You teased. “Stevie’s my husband for tonight.”
“I’m Reagan Paris, reporter and sleuth. It’s right up my alley.” Nancy says.
Chrissy reads. “Max Mars, a comedian who overexplains every joke.”
“Mace Freely, town lunatic.” Eddie simply says.
“Fitting.” Jason mutter under his breath.
“Who are you, sweetie?” You ask.
He looks down at his card. “I’m Bob. Just…bob.”
The power goes out, the 9 of you looked around the room as if to find the culprit.
“What just happened?” Nancy asks.
“Are we already in character?” You inquire.
“No, just really would like to know why the power went out.” Nancy explains.
“Looks like there’s a storm. No one’s allowed to leave due to flash floods.” Steve says, holding out his phone for everyone to see the news.
“Bummer.” Eddie says.
“It’s fine. The party must go on. I’ll just get some candles and I’ll be right back down.” You rushed upstairs, taking the candles from your dresser.
Suddenly, you felt an eerie presence. A shiver goes down your spine as if you knew something bad was going to happen. You scanned around the room. It’s quiet.
“Mama!”
You jolt up, looking down to find that your talking stuffed animal had fallen off your bed. You were being paranoid. Shaking your head at your foolishness, you made your way down to the group.
“Hope you guys like the scent of vanilla and jasmine.” You smiled, putting down the candles on top of the coffee table.
You could feel Eddie’s eyes looking up your skirt, as you bent over to light the candles. Smoothing your skirt down, you quickly sat beside Jason, curling into his arms. Eddie’s stare making your skin crawl.
“You guys wanna play truth or drink?” Eddie suggests.
“That sounds fun.” Robin says.
“Yeah, I’m up for it.” Chrissy also agrees.
“We’ll spice it up. Everyone will write down a secret about themselves, put it in a hat. We’ll read them aloud. If you wanna own up to it, raise your hand. If not, drink. But should you drink…you’d still be admitting something,” Eddie’s eyes are trained on you. “Unless of course, any of you in here are too pussy to play.”
You swallow hard. “I wouldn’t mind but I’m sure someone’ll mind. Sometimes, secrets should remain secrets.”
“I don’t mind.” Steve chimes in and the group soon follows including your own boyfriend.
“Okay. We can play.” You gave in.
Everyone wrote down on a piece of paper, throwing it into the hat. Once all secrets were received, you picked one out.
“I like pineapple on pizza.” You read out.
“What monster would something like that?” Robin asks.
Vickie raises her hand.
“No.” Robin says, disappointed.
“I’ve always liked it. But that one time on that pizza date, you ranted on and on about people who put pineapple on pizza. I just couldn’t show you the real me.”
“Vickie, I’d love for you to have all the pineapple pizza you’d like if it makes you happy.” Robin comforts.
“You mean it?”
“Course, babe.” The two share a kiss.
“Awww, already this game’s off to a wholesome start.” You smiled. “Next: ‘I ended up in handcuffs for mooning a cop’.”
The group’s eyes land on Eddie. He shakes his head, pointing over to Chrissy who dwindled at her thumbs, nervously.
She raises her hand, embarrassed. “It was Mardi Gras, okay. I was drunk and the cop didn’t exactly mind it.”
“Hmm, good for you,” You say, impressed. You pick up another paper, smiling, only for your smile to quickly fade. “I’ve thought about breaking up with my partner for someone in this room…W-who wrote this?”
You look over at Jason. “Not me! My card was about my foot fetish.”
“Well, mine was about me lying about taking tarot reading classes.” You admitted.
“You lied? You told me to dump my sugar daddy because his aura was dark and he was giving bad vibes. I could’ve paid off my student loans!” Chrissy seethes.
“I may not have taken classes but I’m still in touch with my spiritual side. That creep definitely gave off bad vibes. I saved your life.” You defended.
“My confession was that I sleep with a night light sometimes,” Robin cowers then says under her breath, “It’s quite comforting, actually.”
“And I said that I watch…hentai.” Jonathan says, rubbing at the back of his neck.
The room was silent, eyes falling on Nancy. She was the only other person in the room in a relationship. She stammers. “T-that isn’t what I wrote.”
“There are only 9 papers here, Nance.” Steve says.
“Nancy…” Jonathan looks at her in betrayal.
“It wasn’t me! This has to be some kind of joke. Unless…Y/n… did you write this?”
“What?! Of course not.” You were stunned.
“Or was it you, Robin?”
“No way, Nance.”
“I told you both in confidence. You two were the only ones who knew.” Nancy’s voice rises in octaves.
“I wouldn’t ever do some shit like that to you, Nance. We’re besties.” You tried to reach for her hand, she pulls away.
“Or so I thought!”
“Let’s just continue the game, alright? It doesn’t have to end so horribly. It must’ve been a joke or something.” Steve calms the situation.
“Fine,” Nancy crosses her arms in front of her. “Let’s do this.”
The group put in another set of truths and you pick out a secret: “Y/n may act like a whore but she’s a fucking virgin slut only good for sucking off every guy she likes.”
“This isn’t even the game. It’s supposed to be your secret, Nancy.” You growled.
“I.Didn’t.Write.That!” She hisses.
“Then who did?”
“I don’t fucking know.”
“Well, I’ll just keep narrowing it down until I find the fucker that did.” You rummaged through the pile. “Here’s one: ‘I regret choosing to move to a college my girlfriend wanted and not my dream school. I hate her everyday for it’. Hmm, I wonder who’s that?”
“Jonathan?” Nancy says, staring hard at him.
“You ask me to follow you to your dream school. Now you’re trying to break up with me. Who is it? Who are you trying to leave me for?” Jonathan says in a biting tone.
“Fuck you. I have nothing to say to you. You hate me!”
“I hate you for giving me an ultimatum!”
“You know what…fuck this. I’m going to my room.” Nancy runs upstairs.
“We’re not done talking.” Jonathan follows her up.
“This is fucking insane. I’m getting to the bottom of it,” You read out another. “I fucked Y/n’s boyfriend.”
Your heart drops into your stomach. “Who the fuck wrote this?!” You notice Chrissy squirm the way she did when she was holding something back. “Oh, hell no. You’re fucking Jason!”
“I didn’t write that.” Chrissy whispers.
“But it’s clear as day!” You shouted, yanking away from your boyfriend. “Tell me this isn’t true.”
“It’s not.” Jason says, jaw clenched.
“You’re fucking liar! I can see it in your eyes.” Tears stream down your face.
“Okay, so I did. How could I not? You never fuck me. It’s always head but never any pussy. Maybe I wanted something more. Chrissy gave me that and more.”
“You bastard! You know why I can’t be intimate with you.”
Eddie speaks up. “Oh, funny you should say that, Y/n. Here’s something to jog your memory,” He clears his throat then reads, “I was bullied constantly for sexual assaulting someone who’s in this room. In reality, I was framed because I decided to help the whore who’s been sucking the teacher’s cock for good grades.” He raises his hand.
The group stares at you. You begin to hyperventilate.
“You fucking bitch!” Jason yells.
“You’ve constantly cheated on me! I mess around with a teacher, now I’m the bad guy.”
“You lied about being assaulted, though. That’s really fucked, Y/n.” Vickie says.
“No. No! You don’t understand. None of you! I really was assaulted. It just wasn’t Eddie. It was the Chem teacher. He made me do things for him. I couldn’t tell anyone! I only said it was Eddie because he helped me into his trailer that night. I didn’t want the rumors to spreading that I’m fucking the freak. So I only did what I could to protect my relationship and my reputation.” You broke down.
“You still fucking cheated on me.” Jason growls.
“And you still accused an innocent person of assault. That’s some serious shit.” Robin adds.
“I don’t have to prove myself to any of you. You all would’ve done the same if you were—“
“Ahhh!”
An ear-piecing scream interrupts the dispute. Everyone exchanging looks before rushing upstairs. It came from Nancy’s bedroom. Jason takes initiative, stepping forward and picking up the defense baseball bat of the sorority home. You all follow close behind with a flashlight in hand. The door to the bedroom opened just a crack. He hesitates then like ripping off a band-aid, he pushes the door and it swings open.
There’s nothing. The group piles into the room, scanning around. You hear gurgling noises behind you. Lightning strikes the moment you turn around, it’s Jonathan tacked on the back of the door, a knife through his neck.
“Ahhhh!” You scream so loud the group jolts, turning to look and screaming as well. You stumble back, falling onto the ground. Another bolt of lightning lights the room, you were in a pile of blood near Nancy’s lifeless body beside the bed. You scream blood murder, looking between your bloody hands and the body.
Scrambling off the ground, you’re the first to run out and everyone runs after, going down the stairs
“Holy shit! What the fuck?!” Jason exclaims.
“Did we just see that? Please tell me this isn’t real.” Vickie sobs.
You were speechless, shuddering as you looked down at your bloody clothes. You feel a hand rest on your shoulders and you immediately jolt.
“You okay?” Eddie asks, concern in his tone.
“No. I’m not fucking okay! I’m covered in my best friend’s blood! We have to call the police!” You shriek.
“All of our phones are dead and the powers out!” Vickie cries.
“Guys, w-we shouldn’t have left Jonathan in there. I heard gurgling. That means he’s alive. Right?” Chrissy says.
“Not for long,” Jason counters. “Did you see the way he was put up?”
“Man, I’m trying not to!” Robin says, running her hands through her hair.
“This has to be the ghostface killer. Like you and Nancy spoke about, Robin,” You deduced. “He’s probably after me.”
“That was just a little Halloween story, Y/n. It’s not fucking real.” Robin says.
“Ghostface is very real. Only not the way you think.” Eddie says.
“Who the fuck’s Ghostface?” Jason questions.
“A killer with a face of a ghost.” Eddie says, nonchalantly.
“Face of a ghost?” Chrissy says. “Like with hollowed out eyes and shit.”
“Yep. Every Halloween, he feeds his cravings for revenge, picking out those he chooses one. by. one. He usually preys on young college kids like us. Inhibitions lowered, dumb, alcohol fueled college kids. He’s definitely after us.” Eddie explains.
“You’re only saying that to scare us.” Vickie says.
Eddie puts a hand over his chest. “I swear it. There’s articles all over about this guy.”
“Eyewitness accounts?” You asked.
“There are no eyewitness accounts.” Eddie admits.
“Because he’s not real.” You say, believing you’d caught him in his game.
“No, because he leaves none.” He simplifies.
Everyone stays silent in their fear until Robin began to freak out again. “When I was told this would be a murder mystery party, I thought ‘wow, how cute?’. Now I’m wondering what the fuck I just signed up for! We have to get out of here.”0
“I can’t leave without Steve.” Eddie says, defiantly then adds. “He’s my ride home.”
“Where is he, anyway? He just disappeared.” You say.
“What if he’s…dead, too?” Vickie whimpers.
“We don’t know this for sure. We’ll have to go looking for him. Everyone, arm yourselves with anything you can find. We’re going to look around this place, find Steve, then get the fuck out of here.” You ordered, picking up a sharp high heel.
“That’s your choice?” Chrissy asks, incredulously.
“It’s protected me plenty times against creeps.” You defended.
“Okay, if we’re going to cover as much ground as possible. We’ll need to split up. Me and Chrissy, Robin and Vickie, Y/n and Eddie.” Jason plans out.
“I’m not going with him.” You say, hugging yourself.
“Why? Scared you’ll accuse me of assaulting you again.” Eddie challenges.
“I divided us evenly so we’ll all have partners. Plus, I’d rather not be around you right now.” Jason explains.
“Fine. I don’t want to see you either.” You grumbled.
“Should we really split up? Regardless of whether we’re all mad at each other, it’s best if we stay together. That’s like rule #1 of horror movie logic.”Vickie suggests.
“This is real life. Not some kind of shitty slasher flick.” Jason says.
“We’ll find Steve quicker his way, babe. Then, we’ll be outta here in no time.” Robin convinces. Vickie sighs, nodding.
“Okay, that settles it. Eddie and Y/n, you go downstairs to check the basement. Vickie and Robin, you both check upstairs—”
“B-but he can still be up there?” Vickie whimpers.
“We’d have seen him if that were the case.” Jason counters. “You’ll be fine. Me and Chrissy will search downstairs. If we hear anything, we’ll come straight up to you.”
“O-okay.” Vickie stutters out, warming up to Robin’s arm around her.
You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Figures. You would give yourself the easiest job. Hell, we’ve practically searched this area just standing here.”
“We didn’t check the kitchen, though,” Jason argues. “Chrissy and I’ve got plenty to search. Now, hurry up and go to your positions or else we’re all dead.”
You huffed. The group breaks out to their separate spaces. You were stuck goin down a dark basement with a guy who’s probably pissed enough to leave you for dead.
The door to the basement creaks open. It’s pitch black. You flick on your flashlight, searching around the room.
“I-it seems empty.” You say, nervously.
“Then, go.” He whispers near your ear.
“I…I don’t want to.”
He grunts, taking the flashlight from your hand then heading down the steps. “Scaredy-cat.”
“Don’t leave me.”
You cling onto his leather jacket, following after him. It was a dusty old attic that you’d never given yourself that chance to explore. You’ll be making note to give this place a makeover if you do survive.
“Nothing here.” Eddie says as he gets to the bottom, flashing the light around the room. He suddenly turns to look at you eyes dark and primal, he’s close.
“What?” You say, looking up at him as he towered over you. You’re frozen by fear as if he’s put you under his spell.
His glides a finger between the valley of your chest, collecting the blood that has not yet dried. He trails the blood down your neck. You shudder under his touch. What was going on with you?
You hear the start of an engine revving outside. You recognize that sound anywhere. It’s Jason’s truck and he was planning on leaving you all.
“They’re fucking leaving us!” You screamed, snapping out of his trance. You run up the steps hoping you’d get to them in time. The door was shut and locked. You banged your fists against it. “Eddie! They’ve locked us in here!”
“What?!” Eddie runs up, banging alongside.
But it was no use. No one can hear you.
You run back down, climbing up a short book shelf to peer through the small basement window. It was hard to see through the rain but you didn’t hear them skirt off. Maybe they’ve changed their minds. You squint your eyes, looking through the heavy rain as best as you could. A ghost face appears, staring directly at you.
You screamed, falling backwards off the shelf. Eddie catches you in his arms before you hit the ground.
“What’s wrong?”
“Ghostface! H-he saw me! He knows we’re in here.” You were panting heavily, tears flowing down your face.
The door to the basement suddenly cracks open and you both look up in terror. Eddie flashes the light towards the door, noticing a hand slowly wrap around the frame. It rips open revealing Robin and Vickie.
“Oh my god, we thought you were the Ghostface killer,” You cried, running up to exit. “He looked right at me!”
“Yeah and fucking Jason and Chrissy drove off.” Eddie adds.
“We heard. Also, we didn’t find Steve. But we found his jacket.” Vickie sobs, holding it out. “We think the killer’s got him, too.”
“Shit.” Eddie says, defeated.
“We have to leave. It’s only the 4 of us now.” You shivered.
The front door swings open, hitting the wall with a loud bang. The ghostface killer was standing right in the door way, head tilted to the side and bloodied knife in hand.
The group screams for their lives running in opposite directions. He guns for you first, nearly cornering you into the wall. You rush past him, gunning for the door and grabbing your car keys from the side table.
There was no way you could get far in this weather, but you’d figured you’d get far enough because it hadn’t began flooding too bad yet. You enter the car attempting to put the key into the ignition. You notice blood on the key. Then, your eyes peer into the rearview mirror focused on the backseat. Your soul leaves your body. Chrissy and Jason’s bodies were in the backseat both with slashes in their necks.
“Oh, my god. No.” You sobbed hard. Ghostface standing right outside in front of your car. It gave you an idea. Starting up your engine, you revved it a bit to intimidate him. You were preparing to run him over only for the engine died out. You were shit out of luck.
Ghostface approaches you slowly. You were pretty much hyperventilating as he approaches you. He opens your car door and your sobbing hysterically. Just as he reaches out to you, you jab your car key into his chest. He hollers, falling backwards into the mud. You rush out the car, looking down at him. He lift’s his head up, the mask falls.
It’s fucking Steve!
He yanks the key out of his chest, anger on his face.
“S-steve? What…why…how…” You were paralyzed by complete astonishment.
He’s getting up now. You stumble backwards, head-starting your chance to run.
“Hey, Y/n,” Steve says with a psychotic smile, holding out a piece of paper with word ‘killer’. “What took ya so long? The game’s almost over.”
You shook your head at him before running back inside the home. He calls out your name, running after you. You slam the door shut in time, locking it. You cowered away from the door, stepping back and looking at it as he pounded against the door.
“Little Pig, Little Pig. Let me in.” Steve singsongs from behind the door.
Then, you hear what sounded like an axe colliding against the door over and over. You ran, knowing you had little time to hide. You crash into Eddie, screaming before bawling hysterically into his chest.
“Eddie. It was Steve all along. He’s killed everyone. We have to find a way out of here while he’s busy with the door.”
“But, kitty, we’re right where we need to be.” Eddie smiles a toothy grin.
Your eyes widened. “You’re…a part of this?”
“Duhh. I thought you’d figured that out by now. Guess I overestimated you.”
“W-why?”
“Why? Fucking why?!” He shakes his head in disbelief. “You bullied the shit out of me for no reason. You and your fucking popularity robots. That’s the fuck why I did it. You fucking accused me of sexually assaulting you. If I really wanted to…I would’ve.”
“You didn’t have to kill my friends!”
“Friends? It was so easy to tear you guys apart. It took less than an hour for you all to be at each other’s throats. All Stevie and I had to do was reveal your secrets and it was chaos ever since.”
“How the fuck did you know all that? I could understand the situation between you and me, but what about Nance?”
“Oh, Robin!” Eddie calls out.
You’re breath hitches, noticing Robin coming out the kitchen.
“Robin, how could you?” You cried.
“Because I wanted to be sorority president. And you messed with Steve’s boyfriend, that means you mess with me, too. Also, I just don’t like you. You’re a fake little witch who pretends you’re oh so very sweet. I know the real you, though. We all do.” Robin says.
“Where’s Vickie? You kill her, too?” You sneer.
“Nope. I put her to sleep in my room. She’ll wake up just fine in the morning and it’ll all feel like a dream. She’ll never suspect me for a thing.”
“Was it worth killing all our friends?”
“My friends, Steve and Eddie, they’re right here. I have no blood on my hands. They just simply took out the trash and I let ‘em. In exchange, my girlfriend’s spared. That’s all I care for.”
“You’re all fucking sick.” You spat.
“Yeah, but, so are you.” Eddie says.
“I’m not like you. I’m not like any of you!”
The door slams open. It’s Steve only he’s sporting the mask again.
“You hurt me real bad, baby. I’ll have to punish you.” Steve teases.
You immediately run upstairs, hearing their laughter bouncing off the walls. You ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind you and hid in the bathtub.
“I don’t care what you guys do to her. Keep it down. Don’t want Vickie waking up.” Robin says.
“You got it.” Steve says.
“Here, Kitty, Kitty.” Eddie taunts.
You can hear him and Steve laughing away, searching for you. Slow, heavy footsteps approach your door. You cover a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from screaming. The doorknob jiggles.
“Door’s locked. Looks like she’s in here,” Eddie says. “Wanna do the honors, big boy?”
“Uh-huh.”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
It’s the sound of the axe eating through the door. You began sobbing loud into your hands, knowing they’ll be in here soon. There had to be someway out. You look up at the bathroom window. You were at the top floor but you had no choice but to try.
Just as you squeezed half your frame through the window, the door busts open. The shower curtain’s yanked to the side. You cried and it only made them laugh harder.
Eddie wraps an arm around you, pulling you back inside. You struggled against his hold, scratching hard at his arms around your waist. “Let me go! Please!”
He carries you to your bed, using your extension cord to tie your arms up over your head.
“Let me go!” You cried.
“Why should I?!” Eddie screams, eyes wild. “You never once apologized for your lies! And I think I know why. I think…you don’t feel sorry at all. You liked making me feel like shit.”
Steve picks up a stuffed animal, pretending as if it were speaking to you. “You like hurting people. So do we.”
“That’s why no matter how many times you say that you aren’t like us, you know deep down…” Eddie grabs your face, puckering your lips. “You’re a cold-hearted bitch.”
You yank your face away from him. “If you’re going to kill me, just do it. I don’t give a shit anymore. Robin’s probably going to ruin my life if I live anyway.”
Steve pulls off the mask, looking at you with shock. “You’re friends are all dead and you’re still worried about your reputation. You’re a fucking twisted individual. I like twisted.”
Steve’s hands trail up your thigh.
“What the fuck are you doing?” You growled.
“Ya see, Y/n, we have no plans to kill you. At least, not yet. We’re going to fucking ruin you. I’ve been meaning to have taste of that sweet cherry.” Eddie says, licking his lips.
Steve glides the knife against your tummy. “I should cut you for what you did to me. But you just look so prettily wrapped for us,” He tears at the cheer crop top along with your bra. Your breasts hitting against the cool air. “Can I ruin her now?”
“No, Stevie. Gotta take our time. What’s the chance we’ll ever come across a virgin whore? You take her mouth. I’ll get that tight pussy ready.”
“Stay the fuck away from me!” You projectile spit onto Steve’s eye.
He laughs, wiping it away with a gloved hand. “She’s fiesty.”
“Yeah, but I could do without her talking. Unless she’s gagging, I want nothing outta her.” Eddie comments.
“I can do something about that.” Steve removes the cloak, before unzipping his jeans enough so that he can pull out his hard cock.
Your eyes widened at the sheer size of him. He was enormous. Perfectly trimmed pubes that framed around the veiny length.
“Nice, huh?” Eddie says, noticing you gawking at it. “Stevie, she’s practically drooling for it. Give the girl what she wants.”
Without warning, Steve slams himself down your throat, gripping your hair to force you up and down. Meanwhile, Eddie hikes up your skirt and pushes your white cotton panties to the side. He teases your clit. You moan around Steve’s cock.
“Damn, that’s good. Her mouth’s fucking amazing.” Steve groans.
“She’s had lots of practice,” Eddie says, circling a finger around your entrance. “Let’s see if we can train her to take our cocks righhht…here.”
He plunges a finger into your hot pussy, knuckle deep, the cool silver ring around it hitting against your clit over and over.
“She’s wet as fuck. You hear that, big boy?” The sound of your juices squelching and your gagging filling the room.
“It’s music to my ears.” Steve says, pinching and rolling your nipples expertly between his fingers, while thrusting into your mouth.
You found it hard to speak with a mouthful of him but he’d managed to understand that you were trying to say something.
He pulls of your mouth, a thick line of spit connecting you. “I made a vow of celibacy to my Holistic instructor, you assholes. If you fuck me, you’ll be ruining my innocence.”
“That’s the whole fucking point, hippie slut.” He says, adding another finger into you and you arched, crying out. You involuntarily grind your hips.
“Oh. She likes that. There you go. Ride daddy’s fingers,” He groans, palming himself through his jeans. “Fuck. I can’t wait no more. I’m ready to split her apart. You wanna be the first to pop that cherry? I know you’ve been waiting all night, Stevie.”
“You deserve it, Eds. She was your choice after all.” Steve says.
Eddie nods, smiling at his lover before looking down at you. He flips you onto your stomach, his hand colliding with your ass; watching the way your ass rippled.
“Wanted to fuck you from behind the moment you bent over that table?” Pulling your underwear down your legs, he decide to keep the skirt on you; finding it so hot.
Your tied hands are between your legs now, face pressed against the mattress, ass up. Eddie runs himself through your puffy, wet folds coating himself in enough of your juices. Then, he bullies his way through you. Just as he promised, he splits you open on his cock.
You cried out, biting the sheets. He’s pounding into you over and over, marveling at the way your tight little cunt swallows his massive size.
“Look on the bright side, Y/n,” Eddie says between pants, spanking your ass. “At least, you won’t be considered a liar anymore. Fuck back against me. Take this dick.”
You obey, rock back against him. He stills himself letting you do the work for now. Eddie tastes your creaminess on his fingers. He closes his eyes to savor it while you continued to bounce onto his cock. He understood Steve was probably feeling left out as of now.
“She tastes amazing.” Eddie collects your essence coating his length, shoving a finger into Steve’s mouth for him to taste.
You shouldn’t be so turned on by all of this but watching Steve’s tongue work around Eddie’s finger made you clench around him. You also found yourself, rubbing at your clit which was conveniently exposed over your tied hands.
“She’s touching herself, Eds.” Steve chortles.
“So greedy for your own release, pet.” Eddie says, caressing your back.
“Shit. Yes. Oh , fuck. I’m close.” You pant and whine.
“I’ll make you cum, kitty. The hardest you couldn’t ever imagine.” He pummels into you, pulling on your skirt like they’re your reigns, steering you into your first orgasm.
You were getting louder and louder, wailing like you were in distress. This only egged him on further.
“Oh fuck, daddy please.” You sobbed.
“I was wrong. I think I like hearing you talk.” His nails dig into the soft globes of your ass. You rub frantically at your bud as your first orgasm washes over you.
“Oh, god! I’m cumming!”
“I feel it, pet. You’re soaking my cock.” He laughs.
“Holy shit, it’s so intense. So good.” Your eyes roll back, trembling like you were possessed.
“Told you,” He pulls out. He hadn’t cum so you were questioned why he’d ended it. “She’s all yours, big boy.”
Oh, god! You weren’t catching a break with these boys.
“I wanna look at her face when she cums.” Steve flips you onto you back again.
“Untie me please.” You pleaded.
“Will you be a good girl?” Steve asks.
“Yes, so good.” You whimpered.
Steve looks up at Eddie. Eddie nods his approval. It was all Steve needed to release you from your restraints. He spreads your legs, your knees pressed against the mattress. He slips into you with ease, stretching you out as well.
“Busy those hands, pet.” Eddie growls.
You do. One hand stroking Eddie’s cock, the other pinching your hardened nipple. You draw him into your mouth and he immediately cups your head, forcing you to swallow him down your throat.
Steve grabs Eddie by the neck, forcing their lips in a passionate kiss as he continued to wreak through your walls.
The room was filled with your moans and you felt like such a shitty person knowing that these men were both responsible for the deaths of your friends and also for giving you the hardest orgasms, you’d ever experienced.
You were experiencing orgasms back to back with each nudge of his tip against your spongy button.
Tears sprang from your eyes at the intensity, toes curling in the process. You were going to come for a final time but this time they’d come along, too.
“Pussy’s so tight. Glad you saved yourself for us.” Steve groans.
You pull your mouth off Eddie’s throbbing length. “I’m close, Daddies. I wanna cum with you.”
“Then, keep sucking, whore,” Eddie shoves himself back in your throat, drool running down your chin as you do your best to swallow around him. You jerk him with a frenzied need to taste his cum on your tongue.“That’s it swallow me down.”
Steve flicks his thumb, rapidly over your sensitive nub. He’s hardly pulling out of you now, forcing you to feel his cock nudges up further and further into you.
“Ah, shit. I’m gonna come in you, baby. Make you a mommy to our babies.” Steve whispers, looking down at you like you were his prey.
“Oh god, yessss.”
You beat him to an orgasm, soaking him in your creamy arousal. His lips are on Eddie’s once again, their tongues fighting for dominance until he lets out a moan, painting your walls. Eddie shoots into your mouth right after, forcing you to swallow it down fast so you can breathe.
Steve presses a kiss to your lips and it’s the first time you’ve been kissed all night. He pulls away and Eddie follows after, kissing you with more of an aggression to Steve’s tenderness. After a few more languid thrusts, Steve pulls out of you plopping on one side of you; Eddie on the other side.
You were all panting. You stared between the boys, confused on what they wished to do with you.
“So does this mean I’m free?” You ask.
“Fuck, no. You’re ours. We own you forever now.” Eddie says.
“Plus, you’re an accessory to murder.” Steve adds.
“I didn’t kill anyone.” You say.
“But you’re a part of us now. Anything that happens to us, you’ll go down, too.” Eddie threatens.
“Fine. Then, if I’m a part of this thing. I have my own target I want taken care of.”
“Robin’s off limits, pet.” Steve says, shooting you a daring look.
“Not Robin. That Chem teacher that made me suck his cock when he could’ve just given me good grades.”
“Ooh, always wanted to work my way up to teachers.” Steve says, a manic smile on his face.
Eddie looks at you, almost proud. “You’re already getting the swing of things.”
You yawned, curling up between in them. “Anything for my daddies.”
“We’re not done with you yet, kitty.” Eddie says, tugging you by your hair, pulling you head back against his chest.
Steve kisses and bites your exposed neck. “We’re only getting started. We haven’t even punished you yet.”
You’re in for a long, long night.
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18+ only!! Minors DNI
Just got done watching Scream. Thinking about Eddie and Steve as Ghostface. Instead of killing, they’d use it to stalk you whenever they want to get a bit closer. You’d see shadows outside of your window, sometimes even glimpses of mask itself. They liked the scared look on your face. It’d scare you so much that you end up calling someone you trust the most. Eddie. You’d tell him how scared you were and he’d offer to come over. He snuck in through your window. It surprisingly didn’t take long for him to come over. He claimed he was already in the neighborhood. They’d definitely use the mask to threaten and hurt any guys that are talking about you in a sexual or even romantic way. Instead of calling you and questioning you about scary movies, they’d ask you more sexual, vulgar questions. Like, what does it take to get to the center of your cherry? Eventually they’ll get a little more sadistic with some yandere. Do you dream about a big, strong man to take you late at night? Maybe two? They’d tell you about how they certainly dream about taking you. They’d go from asking questions to telling you about their sick thoughts. How they’d like to handcuff you to a bed, lay you out spread eagle. How they’d love to make you gag and cry your mascara off. A mix of your drool and their cum running down your chin. They’d even leave letters for you in your locker, in your bag, and even underneath your pillow. Each letter would be them professing their love for you, talking about how beautiful you looked in your outfit, and how they go out of their way to buy things that remind them of you. Oftentimes gifting these things to you with the letters. The letters were borderline obsessive. Admitting their love for you from afar. But the thing is, is that they wouldn’t come right out and tell you that you have two admirers. They don’t wanna scare you, so they’d leave little hints. Eddie’s handwriting would be a tad bit messy and Steve’s would be cursive.
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Ch. 1 - Killer on the Loose
Summary: There has been a recent string of your murders in your small town. Everyone, including you, is freaking out. You and your friends stay close together, as time goes on the murders get more and more closer to you and the people you know. Soon you find out that the killer is who you least suspect and everything is not what it seems. You find yourself in a situation that you never thought would be possible, how will it end? CW: death, bestfriend!steve, bestfriend!eddie, flirting, swearing. STORY BASED IN 1994!!
You are handed a paper rather roughly as the girl handing them out speaks something too fast to comprehend as she moves on to the rest of your friend group handing them the same paper. You hold the paper up reading it, the latest edition of The Hawkins Post. You sit down as your heart sinks, Billy? Yes, he was an asshole, never to you directly because he was always trying to get into your pants. It was too close for comfort. You were getting really worried. He killed Chance from the basketball team last Wednesday.
Eddie, your friend, notices you tensing up. He puts an arm around your shoulder. "You okay?" He asks worriedly. You turn to face him, "did you not read the paper?" You ask, looking back down at it. He shakes his head. "I tossed it as soon as she gave it to me. Why?" You hand it to him, looking down. "Oh, shit, Hargrove, that's a tough guy to take down, got my ass beat by him junior year," he says with a light laugh. You snap your head towards him. "Don't laugh! It's not funny, I'm really freaked out. This killer is slowly infiltrating the school. Anyone of us could be next!" You say fearfully. His eyes turn soft, "you won't be next, plus the killer only kills guys. I should be shaking in my boots," he responds playfully.
Steve comes up behind you, placing the paper down, making you jump slightly. "Woah, you okay?" He asks sitting down on the seat next to your friend Stacey. "No!" you speak, looking at him, then back down, fiddling with your fingernails. Eddie sighs and looks at Steve. "she's scared the..." he looks back at the paper. "Ghostface is gonna get her," he tells him with smug in his voice. "ooo creepy, it is a little unsettling. I'm mean, the victims were members of our school," Steve says putting his arm around Stacey.
Eddie sighs shaking his head, "you're not making it better" Eddie says rubbing your back soothingly. "I mean she has a right to be scared, I sure as hell am" Stacey peeps looking up from her book. "Billy was a strong guy, he was killed, we are little sheep we have no chance" Stacey finished looking back down to her book. "Hargrove was also an asshole" Eddie speaks, you gasp and slap his chest. Earning an 'oww' from him, "he's dead dummy! Don't say that" you exclaim shaking your head shooing his arm off from around you.
He puts his hands up in defense, "sorry guess you don't have to worry about it sense he's been trying to fuck you since the 7th grade meanwhile I've been tortured by him since the 5th" Eddie replies making Steve throw a pretzel at him. It smacks Eddie right in the forehead making you laugh a little, Steve high fives you. "You guys are both dweebs now I must be going, you gonna be alright?" Eddie asks you standing up. "Yeah I'll call you after school, 'kay?" You respond he nods kissing your cheek before walking off. Nancy walks in and sits down with a huff.
"You good?" Stacey asks her, setting her book down. "Yeah stupid work stuff and project stuff" Nancy replies not wanting to talk about it further. Stacey nods, "so about Billy is that all the details you have?" You question, "uh no, we know more but you guys cannot tell another soul it's confidential" Nancy exclaims. You nod eagerly, she sighs before speaking again looking around to see if anyone is listening in. "The reason they are calling him ghostface is because he wears a mask that resembles a ghost, and he's about 5'10 but that's really all" she shrugs as if it's nothing. You sit there stunned as if a killer wasn't scary enough a masked killed that is damn near twice your height!
"A mask? What the fuck" you exclaim rather loudly, Nancy cover your mouth. You lay your head down on the desk and groan. "What's up with her" Nancy asks, "she's scared the killer is after her next" Steve tells her nonchalantly. You snap your head up, "there is a killer on the loose who brutally stabs and slashes throats, he wears a fucking ghost mask, and is 1000 feet tall, who is targeting students of Hawkins High!! I'm fucking terrified" you squeal putting your head in your hands that rest on the table.
Nancy rubs your back, "I'm sorry if I made you more scared, if it makes you feel better he's only killed guys so far" Nancy speaks looking at Steve for him to agree. "Y-Yeah and assholes... apparently" he says agreeing. You sigh and pick your head up. "Sorry that I'm so on edge, i mean there is a literal serial killer in Hawkins it's really scary" you tell them with a smile. "It's okay, sweets" Steve assures you rubbing you arm.
Eddie walks by briefly, "hands off Harrington" before running off laughing. Steve takes his hands off shaking his head. "He is something else" Nancy says playfully. "Oh yeah Nancy I wanted to ask you why do you guys use black and white when you can use colored pictures?" Stacey asks pointing to the paper, "boss says it's gives a more eerie vibe, we use color for certain things" Nancy replies.
"Yeah Nance its 1994 not the stone age" Steve chimes in laughing. Nancy mocks his laugh, "take it up with my boss, asshat" you snort at her comment. Steve hold his hands up in defense, "woah there wheeler watch yourself" he says no real threat behind his words. Stacey pokes his sides. He looks at her and smiles giving her a kiss on the bridge of the nose making you fake gag.
As the day went on you started think way too much, like how Billy died, how it was in his house, how he fought and still lost, how the killer didn't even wait a whole two weeks to kill again. It wasn’t helping that everyone was talking about it. All you heard in every class, Billy this, Billy that. It was horrible.
When you finally get home, pulling in the driveway and sluggishly walking into the house. As you toed off your shoes your mom enters the living room. She tells you that she is enforcing a new curfew which is honestly useless since he strikes in the victims homes, but you didn't argue with her. The curfew was 9:30PM and if your not gonna be home she needs to know. You agree and walk to your room getting changing into some comfortable clothes. You hear your phone ringing from the distance, you jog to go get it from downstairs, once you answer it there is music blasting on the other end. “Hey! Baby!” Eddie exclaims through slurs. You sigh, “are you drunk” you ask knowingly. “Pfft me? Drunk? Nah, just chillin” he says trying to convince you, which is not working. “Where are you? Is Steve with you?” You question knowing how he gets when he’s drunk, and he needed a babysitter. And who better to babysit than Steve Harrington. “Stevie here… Stevie! Our girl is on the phone!” Eddie calls out to Steve. “Here say helloooo” he laughs. Steve takes the phone from Eddie, “hey sweetheart” he says playfully. “Hey Steve, is he being good?” You ask, “yeah Eddie’s fine he’s just drunk. But we’re at my place so he’s just gonna sleepover.” Steve tells you. “Okay be safe boys, love you” you speak. “Love you too bye” Steve says as you hang up. You order pizza since your mom is at work and is going to be all night since she works graveyard shifts. After pizza and watching a cartoon you decide it’s time to sleep since today was utterly exhausting. As soon as you hit your bed, it was lights out.
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𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐱 — 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): ghostface!steddie x fem!reader
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: serial killers!steddie, blowjobs, deepthroating, ball worship, daddy kink (barely there, eddie mentions it once), mask kink, dom!steddie, sub!reader — kinktober masterlist
your knees hurt, scraping against the rough carpet of your bedroom floor as you lave your tongue over steve’s balls; they hang heavy and full and he groans as you suck one into your mouth, roll it around and suckle on it. he gasps, ruts his hips into the warm, wet cavern encasing him and his dick jumps where it’s rested against your cheek, the head leaving little precum kisses over your soft skin. eddie laughs, lowers his own balls further onto your face and watches in awe as you nuzzle into them, inhaling deeply as you wrap yourself around his thigh. his gloved hand reaches out to caress your face as you take hold of his cock, swiping your thumb over the head and giggling as his balls throb and tighten. you’re relying on sound alone to determine what they’re enjoying most, their faces covered by masks; masks that are splattered with their latest victim’s blood, that loom down on you threateningly; the danger of your boyfriends being killers only serves to make you wetter— so wet that your puffy cunt soaks your panties and they mould to you, your clit swollen and quivering with arousal.
“c’mon, angel,” steve coaxes, tapping your lips with the head of his cock and waiting for you to open up. you do, humming in content as he feeds his dick down your throat until your nose is nestled in his pubes. eddie goes back to rubbing his sack across your forehead and cheeks, the scent of him making you lightheaded as you’re surrounded by your boys completely. you choke as steve hits the back of your throat and he reaches out to stroke your hair, tucking it behind your ears.
“breathe through your nose angel. just like, fuck, just like i taught you. good girl, let me in. open that little throat for me.”
you do as he asks, inhale deeply through your nose and close your eyes when he’s finally seated in your throat. eddie laughs again, deep and rasping.
“what a little slut, taking stevie’s big cock all the way down your tiny throat, huh?” he cups your neck with one big hand, pressing down. you can only drool and gurgle around steve. “yeah, can feel him in there, baby. i know, you’re so eager. takin’ steve’s huge dick like a champ.” he pumps his own dick, ruddy and flushed, almost swollen in appearance, and moans, jerks off to the sight of your throat flexing around steve’s length, the bubbles of spit that run freely from the stretched corners of your mouth and the way that your thighs clench and your pussy subtly grinds against steve’s leg. when steve pulls you off, lets you up for a break, you whine and paw at his hips
“wanna see you. wanna see your face.”
eddie pushes you back down and grips your jaw in one of his big, ring heavy hands.
“shut up. you get what we give you, nothing more. you don’t deserve to see us yet. get stevie’s cock back in your mouth and maybe i’ll consider it. give daddy a good view to beat off to, yeah? there you go, oh, attagirl.”
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ghostface! steddie boyfriend moodboard
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Might come back later and add some of my fav ghostface Steve/Eddie fics
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pretty little thing — s.h.
pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader
warnings: smut, mask kink, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (m. receiving), choking, hair pulling, dirty talk, degradation, creampie, dubcon, overstimulation, rough sex, cursing, face slapping, fingering, eddie walking in lol
wordcount: 3.1k
summary: your boyfriend steve wearing a ghostface costume to a halloween party turns you on a bit too much…
a/n: i know the movies/characters that are mentioned didn’t exist back then but let’s just pretend they did
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“Nurse? Nuuurse? We have to go, patients are waiting for you! Don’t let them die!” Steve shouted from his bedroom, making you giggle as you hurriedly fixed your hair for the Halloween party Steve invited you to. You weren’t interested in going at first, but Steve ultimately persuaded you to go by exclaiming, “it’s the best party of the year!”. You were certain it was nothing but a shitty excuse for him to see you in a sexy Halloween costume, though. You didn’t want to put too much effort into it, so you chose a simple but sexy bloody nurse outfit.
“Well, you’re the reason they’re dying, dickhead!” you screamed back at Steve, who was dressed up as Ghostface in an all-black outfit with, of course, the mask. You had seen the movie ‘scream’ before, so you knew all too well how ridiculous the mask looked and warned him to prepare himself for you to make fun of him all night long when he’s all dressed up. You weren’t particularly a fan of his costume choice but you’d let it slide because of how enthusiastic he seemed to be about it.
You walked out of the bathroom and made your way to Steve, who was lying restless on his bed with his eyes glued to the ceiling, whistling some song that was stuck in his head.
“Where’s that stupid mask of yours?” you questioned, noticing that it’s the only part missing from his costume.
“In this bag, can’t drive with the mask on now, can-“ he abruptly stopped talking mid-sentence when he turned his head around and laid his eyes on you, seeing you in the sexy nurse outfit that barely covered your body.
“Wow, you- you look amazing” Steve stammered with wide eyes, almost drooling at the sight of you as you chuckled softly.
“I thought you were in a rush” you asked with a raised eyebrow as you stood in front of him with your arms crossed, looking down at him with a smirk on your face. His stunned expression changed into a mischievous one, scanning you up and down.
“You know what, the party can wait a little longe-“ “Shut up, we’re going. Now!”
The drive to the party was quiet, but you could practically feel the sexual tension coursing through the car. Steve´s hand gripped your thigh, your legs exposed due to the shortness of your skirt, while his eyes occasionally peeked to the side, attempting to catch a glimpse of your body.
“Eyes on the road!” you shouted for the fifth time in a row, rolling your eyes at him and feigning a frown.
A few minutes later and the two of you arrived in a nice neighbourhood with very large houses. You didn’t know the person who was hosting all too well— you only knew he used to be good friends which Steve a few years back, which was enough for you to know what kind of person he might be; popular and arrogant.
You both got out of the car before Steve took hold of your hand and led the way to the front door while holding the bag with the mask in his other. He looked you up and down with a smirk once again as you replied with an annoyed “Steve!” before he shrugged and pushed the front door open, walking inside the already crowded house. Loud music was played and most people were already intoxicated— either screaming, singing or talking over one another. It went exactly how you expected it to go, though. Steve was greeted by his old friends who were all over him, practically stealing him from you while you were standing awkwardly next to them, unsure of what to do or who to talk to. Thankfully he caught up on it quickly and grasped your hand again.
“You want to get something to drink?” you nodded before heading to the kitchen together.
“I just hope you’ll like it he-“ “Harrington!” you heard someone say from behind you, cutting Steve off. You turned your head in confusion before recognizing the familiar mullet, moustache and smug smile that never seemed to leave his goddamn face. Billy Hargrove. He was certainly very handsome, but god, could he be annoying.
His eyes shifted from Steve to you, checking you out from head to toe while licking his lips, “Holy shit. Did you bring this pretty little thing with you, Harrington?” he taunted, his eyes not leaving your body for one second. You cast a worrying glance Steve's way, knowing they don’t get along, at all.
“Leave her alone” Steve snarled, standing slightly in front of you, the protective side of him showing. “Oh, I’m sorry. Jealous I didn’t compliment you, pretty boy?” Billy laughed condescendingly as anger was written all over Steve’s face. You quickly poured two drinks and dragged Steve out of the kitchen, before the situation could escalate at any moment. You led him to the couch and sat next to him, attempting to distract his attention from the anger that was raging through his body while keeping your hand firmly in his.
“Here. Your mask” you handed him the bag that he placed on the ground earlier, reminding him that his costume was still incomplete. He grabbed the mask out of the bag and placed it over his head before wrapping his arm around you and taking a sip of his drink. You took a good look at Steve, taking his costume all in while eyeing him from his head to his toes. You were ready to laugh at him, to come up with all kinds of dumb jokes, but… you couldn’t. He actually looked good. Not only that, but it was almost like— like you were, turned on.
“What’s wrong?” Steve asked when he realized you were staring, snapping you back to reality. Oh no. You could not let him know you were turned on by his stupid costume, not after all the jokes you made about it. It would be humiliating for you to admit.
“W-what? Nothing!” you stammered, taking a sip of your drink to distract yourself. He brushed it aside and talked to an old friend that came to sit next to him. You tried to look the other way but you felt unable to stop looking at him. Steve, in that costume, did things to you. To your body. You felt so aroused and so needy, it was indescribable. You were rubbing your thighs together to create some friction. But it wasn’t enough. You were getting wetter by the second and- “Oh okay” Steve said smugly, pulling you out of your trance, “I see what’s happening”
“What are you talking about?” You replied with a puzzled expression on your face, trying to hide the fact that you were getting more aroused with each passing second. You could feel Steve's hot breath on your skin through the mask as his head drew nearer to you, “You’re turned on by my costume”. Your eyes widened, nearly causing you to choke on the drink you had just taken a sip of. He chuckled, knowing all too well that he was right.
“Meet me upstairs in five minutes” he whispered into your ear before you could even begin to defend yourself, his voice slightly muffled by the mask as you felt the anticipation raging through your entire body. He rose to his feet and slowly walked to the hallway before disappearing around the corner.
“Is everything okay?” Steve’s old friend asked you with a worried look on his face, jolting you out of your trance. Shit. He must’ve seen how tense you’ve been looking, probably thinking that you had been drinking too much. You took a deep breath to pull yourself together, trying not to think much about how sexy Steve looked in his Ghostface costume, how bad you wanted him to fuck you like you were his little slut, pounding into you so mercilessly— well, fuck.
“Yeah, totally! I’m sorry, I have to go to the bathroom” you excused yourself quickly before you could embarrass yourself even further. While following Steve´s footsteps, you quickly became aware of how soaked you already were. It was embarrassing really, how a silly Halloween costume could rile you up so fucking much.
You realized you may have had more alcohol than you thought when you stumbled a little on the stairs while passing a few couples who were kissing in the hallway. There were a few closed doors upstairs, but since you didn't know which room Steve was in, you thought there was nothing else you could do except check every door until you found the right one.
After seeing a bride covered in blood giving the joker a blowjob, a police officer making out with an inmate and a bunny undressing herself in front of Jack fucking Sparrow, you presumably found the right room, finally. You slowly opened it, not seeing Steve anywhere in the dim-lit room. You stepped inside and closed the door behind you before feeling a gloved hand creep around your neck, making you flinch at the sudden touch, “Hi beautiful, looking for me?”
“Fuck, you scared me!”
“Good” Steve spun you around and slammed you against the wall, caging you inside his arms while he looked down at you through his mask.
“Hmm, he’s right. You are a pretty little thing” his hand slowly moved to your breast, kneading it roughly as he whispered into your ear, “my pretty little thing”
His other hand moved to your core, under your skirt and feeling the wetness through your underwear, “So wet already? What a fucking slut”
You were a little taken aback by his unusual demeanour, but it simultaneously turned you on so much. You weren’t complaining about your sex life, not at all. But you weren’t used to this side of Steve. He was usually so sweet and soft— it was all pretty vanilla. He had never called you a slut before, but fuck, you would be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on.
“Y-yes” you timidly admitted, feeling your cheeks burn at his words. He swiftly placed his hands under your butt and lifted you up, forcing you to wrap your legs around him. He walked over to the bed and threw you on it, causing you to bounce slightly on the mattress while watching him take his black robe off. You expected him to wear a shirt underneath, but his exposed, hairy upper body caught your attention right away, making you even more drenched than you already were.
He moved to the edge of the bed and stood in front of it before unbuckling his belt while gesturing for you to come closer. You sat on your knees in front of his crotch and watched how he slid his pants down to his ankles, his hard erection showing through his boxers. His head came closer to yours as he lifted your head with his finger. He tilted his masked head slightly as you looked up at him through your eyelashes.
“So fucking beautiful” he ran his thumb over your lips, feeling the smooth fabric of his gloves, “and such pretty lips. Show me what you can do with them”
You palmed him through his boxers, the precum wetting his underwear as you heard a hiss coming from under his mask. You pulled his boxers down as his cock sprung free, nearly hitting you in the face. You tended to forget how big he is, the veins prominently visible when he’s fully erect. He removed his gloves, leaving him in nothing but the mask and lightly slapped your face before gripping your jaw, causing you to pout a little.
“Show me how much of a slut you really are and look at me while you do it” Steve instructed before letting go of your jaw. Your hand wrapped around his dick, pumping up and down while using his precum.
“Spit” Steve commanded, making you spit all over his erection and pumping it faster before wrapping your lips around it. He groaned at the feeling of your warm mouth around him, his hand moving to grab your head. He pushed you further onto his dick, throwing his head back at the sensation.
“Just like-“ before Steve could finish his sentence, you heard the door open as the music from downstairs started to become louder. You quickly took your mouth off Steve and turned your head to see who opened the door. Oh no. Eddie fucking Munson was standing in the doorway with drugs in his hand, watching you in a nurse costume giving a blowjob to Steve who was wearing a Ghostface mask. Great. You felt your cheeks heat up as Eddie’s wide eyes were glued to the scene happening in front of him.
Everyone froze for a moment, unsure of what to do before Eddie broke the silence with a laugh, “Didn’t know you were that kinky, Y/n”
“Jesus, get out!” Steve screamed quickly while motioning for him to leave. Eddie left the room with a smile on his face and closed the door behind him.
“I’m going to fucking kill that boy” Steve snarled annoyingly with a sigh, rolling his eyes under the mask.
“Well, you’re certainly dressed for it” you replied before hearing a muffled chuckle from Steve.
You were about to wrap your mouth around him again but he abruptly yanked you by your hair and forced you to turn your head to the side as his head drew nearer to your ear, “I bet you liked it when Eddie saw you like that. Want me to fuck you like the filthy whore you are?” he asked, his warm breath on your skin sending shivers down your spine. You nodded but his grip on your hair only tightened, causing tears to well up in your eyes.
“Aww, poor baby. Can’t even speak and now she’s crying” he said with a mocking voice, wiping your tears. His hands moved to your breasts, feeling them before abruptly ripping your shirt open, the buttons flying everywhere as you flinched. He then took your bra off before moving to your skirt and panties, removing them both at the same time, leaving you completely naked. You were dripping by now, so turned on by Steve’s dominant behaviour that was unfamiliar to you, and wanting even more.
“Lie down” he instructed as you came to lie down on your back, looking at him with big eyes. He came to lie next to you, breathing into your ear while his hand moved from your breast to your core, right where you needed him. You bucked your hips slightly out of desperation, making him chuckle as he traced over your inner thighs.
“P-please” you pleaded. “Please what?” “Please touch me. Need your fingers inside of me” you begged desperately while clenching around nothing. He moved his fingers to your clit and rubbed slow circles on it as your eyes fluttered shut. He then moved to your entrance, before pushing 3 fingers in at once, causing you to grip the sheets at the sudden feeling. He didn’t waste any time and began pumping his fingers in and out of you almost immediately. You felt your orgasm nearing when he curled his fingers up, hitting that spot inside of you that was enough to send you over the edge. You came with a loud moan, gripping his arm to signal for him to slow his movements down, but he didn’t. He continued to pump his fingers inside of you at a steady speed, the overstimulation almost becoming too much.
“Steve, I- I can’t handle it anymore”
“Yes, you can. And you will” he grunted before you felt another orgasm wash over you, making you throw your head back into the pillow and clutch the sheets with all your might. “Good girl”
He swiftly turned you around so that you were on your hands and knees before his hand reeled back to strike against your behind, hitting your ass as you moaned out loudly.
“You want me to fuck you?” he asked while teasing your folds with his cock.
“Y-yes” you admitted with a soft voice, so desperate to feel him deep inside of you.
“Then beg for it” he held onto your hair and drew your head in close.
“Please, fuck me! I will be good, I promise!” you begged, unable to wait any longer.
“See? It doesn’t have to be difficult” he pushed into you in one quick thrust, causing you to fall forward as he pushed your head into the mattress. God, it felt so good. It always did. The way his dick stretched you out, completely disappearing into your tight little hole. He slammed into you while maintaining a steady pace and gripping your hips. He noticed your moans were muffled by the pillow so he gripped your hair again to bring your head closer to his, forcing you to look into his brown eyes, the only distinguishable feature of his face with the mask on.
“Don’t hold back. I want everyone to hear how good I’m making you feel right now” he instructed as you moaned in response, your head resting on his shoulder. His hand moved to your core, rubbing fast circles on your sensitive clit. You could feel yourself nearing your release and it almost became too much for you. His cock deep within you hitting all the right spots, his finger skilfully massaging your clit, the muffled sounds of the music playing downstairs, the Ghostface mask— you couldn’t recall ever being more turned on than you are right now. He moved his free hand to your throat, choking you as it added even more to the already intense pleasure you were experiencing.
“Cum” Steve instructed, his finger speeding up as you felt your third orgasm of the night approaching, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head and see stars. You moaned his name out while gripping his arm, trying to catch your breath. “Good. Fucking. Girl”
You collapsed in front of him before he increased his pace again, chasing his own orgasm as you gasped in overstimulation. He came not too long after you, feeling the familiar pool of warmth inside you, his cum painting your walls as he threw his head back and groaned your name.
He rode out his high, pulled out and lay down next to you before he took off the mask and grabbed your face, kissing you all over it.
“Are you okay, baby?” he asked sweetly, as you nodded. His entire demeanour shifted into the Steve you knew the moment he took his mask off.
“Promise me one thing” you said, turning your head to face him.
“What is it?” he asked with a puzzled expression on his face.
“Don’t ever get rid of that mask”
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We All Go A Little Mad
Pairing: Ghostface!Steddie x Fem!Reader
Summary: When a quiet night in turns into a night of horror...and excitement.
Warnings: dark eddie, dark steve, home intrusion, mentions of cheating, mentions of murder, blood, blood kink(?), knife play, smut, DUBCON, oral sex (m recieving), manhandling, hair pulling, voyeurism, unprotected sex, double penetration, threesome, eddie calls reader a 'whore' and a 'slut'.
A/N: HAPPY (slightly late) HALLOWEEN!!! I've literally been so excited for you all to read this fic so I hope you like it!! <3
Word Count: 3.2K
A Nightmare On Elm Street was still playing on the television as you cowered behind your couch, a knife in hand as you waited in the dark.
You could hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears as you lifted up slightly to look towards your front hallway, the phone discarded on the coffee table in front of the couch.
Someone had been stalking your house, and the asshole had even been arrogant enough to call you. You suspected it was the same person who'd killed two people last night, considering what they had told you before you hung up.
The suspected killer had initially insisted that you play a game with him, started asking you questions about horror movies. And once you finally asked what he wanted, he'd simply said, "I wanna see what your insides look like", to which you immediately hung up, proceeding to rush into the kitchen to retrieve a knife.
The door hadn't been opened yet and you hadn't heard anything in the house, but you weren't about to go and investigate. You'd seen plenty of horror movies to know that that was probably one of the worst things you could do in this situation. So you'd simply decided to stay where you were, waiting silently behind the couch with a knife.
A couple more minutes probably passed before you heard the sound of glass smashing in the kitchen, and you swore your heart had stopped beating right then, your breath catching in your throat as you sank closer to the floor.
You held the knife tighter in your hand then, your eyes burning with tears as you waited. You wanted to be brave, but you just couldn't prevent the fear from overtaking you, silent tears finally slipping from your eyes.
You listened to the footsteps that echoed around your kitchen, before the sound of them eventually came into the hall, which wasn't far from where you were hiding. You didn't know what to do. If you remained where you were, the killer would find you easily. It was basically a free invitation to kill you. The only other option you had at this moment was to jump out and attack the killer yourself, in the hope that you'd be taking him by surprise.
The footsteps had entered the living room now, a few feet away from where you were behind the couch. And the movie was still playing on the television, the sound of Freddy Krueger's razor blades piercing your ears as you prepared to make your move.
You took a deep breath, steeling yourself as you tightened your grip around the handle of the blade. And then you forced yourself up off the floor, screaming as you lunged at the killer with your knife. You managed to knock them off balance, which gave you enough time to make it to your front door.
But you were not yet safe, because when you yanked the door open, you were met with the dark, empty eyes of a ghost mask. The second intruder stepped forward, and in one swift motion, he had his arm wrapped around your shoulders, your back flush against his chest as he trapped you against him.
"Shit, sweetheart." A familiar voice suddenly spoke. "Never thought you'd have the balls to face a killer like that. It's kinda hot."
When he sauntered in from the living room then, you felt like you were going to be sick, because how could he be killing people?
"It was you?" You choked, your lips trembling as you stared at your friend in shock, his ghost mask hanging from his fingers. "You're the killer?"
Eddie chuckled then before giving you a mock frown, gesturing towards the man behind you. "Can't let me take all the credit. What about pretty boy over there?"
"What?"
The person behind you released you then, shoving you towards Eddie. And before you were even able to register what was happening, he was removing his mask, the second shock of the night hitting you when he revealed his face.
"Surprise, (y/n)." He smirked, dropping his mask to the floor beside his feet.
"Steve?"
"What's the matter, (y/n)? You look like you've seen a ghost?" He taunted, stepping towards you now as you stared with wide eyes.
These people were your friends. How could you not know your own friends were the killers? "I...don't understand. Why?"
"Why?" Eddie chuckled, his knuckles coming up to ghost over your jaw as he hovered behind you. "You hear that Steve? I think she wants a motive."
Steve simply shrugged at him, his eyes seemingly alight with excitement as he watched.
"Well I dunno (y/n)...maybe the freak finally snapped? Huh? You ever think of that?" Eddie started, beginning to circle you now as he spoke. "Harrington finally decided to go off the deep end after you stomped all over his heart? What about that?"
"But...Steve and I are friends. We're friends, Eddie."
"Well that's precisely the point." He snapped. "We're friends, that's all you were ever gonna see me as. Just your little lapdog freak who follows you around everywhere."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"I was always there! Waiting for you to see me the way I saw you. Even when you were fucking Steve Harrington!" He yelled, seeming to become more unhinged by the minute. "Well you wanna know a secret? Huh? Where Steve was all those times he had to cancel with you?"
You shook your head. "I don't-"
"He was with me! In my bed. Moaning my name." He seemed enraged as he said that, a spiteful grin on his face as he glared at you.
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Cuz I want you to feel as fucked over as I did. You had every chance to choose me, but instead you chose the guy who cheated on you with me." He snarled.
"You're fucking insane."
"We all go a little mad sometimes." Eddie chuckled, coming to stand beside Steve now as they watched you.
You thought about running. The back door wasn't that far away. But there were two of them, they were bound to catch you.
"Are you...gonna kill me?" You asked, tears welling in your eyes.
"Oh we're not gonna kill you." Eddie said, a maniacal smile on his face as he stepped towards you. "We're just gonna hurt you."
You couldn't stop the tears escaping your eyes then as panic overtook you. And seconds later, Eddie was scooping you up off the ground, throwing you over his shoulder as he made his way over to the stairs, Steve following close behind.
"I'm gonna show you exactly what you've been missing out on." Eddie hummed, your arms knocking against his back with every step he took up the stairs.
You wanted to scream. You wanted to fight him off, make him let you go, but for some reason you couldn't find it in you to struggle as he carried you towards your bedroom. You knew exactly what was about to happen, but you weren't entirely sure how you felt about it. As sick as it sounded, you felt a slight sense of anticipation as he approached your bed, roughly throwing you down onto the mattress.
"So...you've got your reasons for being here." You started, your voice trembling as you spoke. "Why's Steve here?"
"Peer pressure, I'm far too sensitive." Steve joked, grinning at you as he stepped closer. "I'm just along for the ride."
"You're both sick."
"You're not exactly that innocent yourself sweetheart." Eddie chuckled. "I mean look at you, you're not even the slightest bit scared. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you wanted this."
You wanted to tell him he was wrong, that you didn't want any part of this, because you shouldn't want this. But you couldn't help but wonder what it would be like, to let them both do as they pleased with you.
"Shit, you do want this." Eddie suddenly exclaimed, clearly noticing your hesitation. "I woulda never pegged you for a whore."
You couldn't find it in you to say anything back to that. All you could do was lay there, your body becoming rigid as he advanced towards you, his lust filled stare seeming to press you further into the mattress.
When his hands reached down to ghost over your exposed thighs, you flinched away, but he didn't seem to care. He only smirked before nodding behind you.
"Steve. Hold her." He instructed, his eyes completely focused on you as Steve reached around you to grab your arms, pulling them back against him. "Gonna show you exactly how good we are together."
You remained completely silent, the only sound that could be heard was your shaky breathing, as you watched Eddie slip your shorts down your legs, his smile widening as he took in the sight of you in your panties.
And he wasted no time in dragging the thin material down your legs, making you gasp when the cool air hit your exposed pussy.
"Shit, Steve." Eddie breathed out, his eyes alight with excitement as he looked behind you to his partner. "I think I see what you saw in her."
You felt fucking disgusting lying here like this, just letting them do as they pleased with you. And the worst part was, you didn't want them to stop.
When what felt like the edge of a blade suddenly grazed your thigh, you flinched, your eyes falling to the knife in Eddie's hand.
"What's the matter, sweetheart? Didn't I make it clear what was gonna happen tonight?" He grinned as he slowly traced the blade along your skin.
"Eddie, come on. I'll let you do whatever you want, just...don't kill me."
You couldn't understand how you were managing to stay so calm, especially considering that on the inside, you were losing your freakin' mind.
"I won't kill you." Eddie smirked, before nicking your skin with the blade. "If you're good for us, then we might have to keep you around."
You just gave him a small nod in agreement, your gaze falling to the blood that was currently spreading across your skin. And as Eddie stared down at the small wound, he had a near animalistic expression on his face, his grin only widening at the sight.
He sucked in a breath before leaning down to lick a stripe up your thigh, the taste of copper filling his mouth. He groaned against your flesh, his dick becoming painfully hard in his jeans.
"Holy shit." Eddie sighed, his eyes shooting down to the tent forming in his pants, before looking back up at Steve. "Do you mind?"
"Go right ahead." Steve smiled, releasing you and stepping back from the bed. "After all, this was your plan."
Eddie couldn't help the quiet groan that escaped his lips then as he dropped the knife on the nightstand, practically ripping his robe off, before bringing his hands down to unbuckle his belt.
You waited in anticipation as he pushed his jeans down his legs, his boxers going with them. And when his cock sprang free from its constraints, you felt your pussy throb from the sight.
"You ready to get this wet for me sweetheart?" Eddie smirked, his eyes wild as he stared down at you, his hand coming to wrap around the base of his cock.
You could only offer him a weak nod as you waited for him to make his next move.
You gasped when he reached around you to grip the back of your hair, roughly pulling you forward onto your hands and knees. And he gave you no warning before he nudged your mouth open with the head of his cock, wasting no time with pushing himself all the way into your mouth.
Eddie let out a guttural groan when his tip hit the back of your throat, making you gag around him. He kept his hand threaded through your hair as he started to urge your movements over him, your head bobbing up and down on his cock.
"Shit, Eds." Steve groaned, his robe already discarded behind him, his jeans and underwear pooled around his ankles as he grasped his aching cock. "She's fucking gorgeous."
"Isn't she?" Eddie grinned, his breath hitching in his throat at the sight of your lips wrapped around him.
His hands were still tightly gripping your hair, a dull pain beginning to radiate across your scalp, as he continued to thrust into your mouth.
Steve was still standing off to the side, watching intently as he moved his hand up and down his length, completely captivated by the sight in front of him. He wanted so badly to be inside you right now, to split you open on his cock, but he wanted Eddie to have his moment. They had planned this for so long, and he wasn't about to go against Eddie's wishes now.
Your eyes were watering as you struggled to keep from gagging, Eddie's cock relentlessly hitting the back of your throat over and over as he brought himself to his release.
"C'mon Eds, hurry it up." Steve finally urged, becoming too desperate to wait any longer.
Eddie simply picked up his pace, thrusting harder inside your mouth, before you felt his dick twitch, the warmth of his release coating your tongue. And as he worked to steady his breathing, he slipped his cock out of your mouth, watching as you swallowed down his load.
"Jesus Christ, you're such a fucking slut." He said proudly, looking over to his partner. "You seeing this Steve?"
Steve nodded, a wicked smirk on his face as he advanced towards you both. "Alright, my turn."
Eddie stepped back then, giving Steve room to take over. And you were still trying to get your bearings, so it took you by suprise when his hands came down on your shoulders, pushing you onto your back as he came to hover over you. And you couldn't help raising your hips up towards him, desperate for him to be inside you.
Steve clearly noticed your desperation as a small smirk pulled at his lips, before he reached down to press his fingers to your clit.
"Jesus, you're soaked." He said, feeling incredibly proud when a quiet moan fell from your lips at the contact. "Bet you can't wait for me to have my dick inside you again."
"Mm, Steve...please." You whined, your eyes falling shut as he nudged his tip into your entrance. You didn't even care how wrong this was anymore, you just needed him to be inside you.
When Steve finally pushed himself inside, you cried out his name, as you threw your head back into the mattress. And he wasted no time in setting a brutal pace inside you, his thrusts already beginning to shake the bed beneath you.
Eddie simply smiled at the sight, happy that Steve could finally have his moment. And he was filled with anticipation of what was to come. He was just waiting for his mark.
"Oh god!" You cried, your hands desperately fisting the sheets as Steve pounded into you, his balls beginning to slap against your ass. "Fuck!"
"That's it, baby." Steve panted. He was filled with pride as he watched you coming undone before him. "You gonna come for me?"
You nodded, your eyes still clamped shut as he continued to drive himself into you, the sound of skin smacking against skin filling the room. You'd completely forgotten that Eddie was merely feet away, watching as Steve ruined you. But you couldn't bring yourself to care, because this just felt too good.
After a few more hard thrusts, you could feel yourself finally reaching your release, heat beginning to pool in your belly.
And Steve could feel his own release nearing as he continued to slap his hips up into you.
And within seconds, you were practically screaming, the fire exploding in your belly as pleasure wracked through you. "Oh my god! Yes!"
But it wasn't over yet, as Steve barely gave you any time to recover before he was repositioning you both, him lying on his back whilst you straddled him, his cock still buried deep inside you.
You looked down at him in confusion but you quickly realised what was about to happen when Eddie circled the bed, coming to position himself behind you.
"No, wait, I can't." You pleaded, shaking your head as you turned to look at Eddie.
"Yes you can, sweetheart." He said, smiling at you as he readied himself. "Remember what we agreed on. You've gotta be good for us, remember?"
His words from earlier echoed in your mind and you gave him a weak nod, turning to look back down at Steve, who seemed to be trying incredibly hard to remain still whilst you waited for Eddie.
And when you felt the tip of Eddie's dick press against your entrance, your whole body tensed, prompting Eddie to bring his hands up to your shoulders, squeezing slightly.
"Remember what I said." He whispered, leaning close enough for his lips to brush against your ear.
You nodded again, swallowing as you waited for him to push into you. And when he finally sank himself inside your tight hole, you groaned from both pain and pleasure.
Steve took this as his cue to move, a grin breaking across his features as he carefully thrusted up into you as Eddie pulled out. They both took a moment to set a pace inside you, but once they had figured things out, they began moving inside you easily, both of them groaning quietly.
The sensation of them both moving inside you hurt at first, but after a few more steady thrusts, you were finding that it was quite pleasurable.
Steve had pushed your t-shirt up over your head now, Eddie discarding it on the floor behind him, and both their hands were roughly kneading your breasts, making you moan loudly.
"Oh god." You breathed out, your eyes screwing shut as you felt another orgasm nearing. "Oh...fuck."
"That's it sweetheart." Eddie chuckled. "You gonna come for us?"
"Yes! Oh god, yes!"
"Shit Eds, I'm so close." Steve panted from beneath you, his mouth hanging open as he continued his movements inside you.
Eddie simply groaned in response, his own release nearing as he thrusted inside you.
It wasn't long until you were coming around Steve's cock, your arousal coating them both as they continued to drive themselves into you. And when you were finally spent, the only thing that was holding you upright was Eddie's hands around your body.
They both worked themselves to their release, and moments later, you could feel them both twitch inside you, guttural groans falling from their lips as they came.
And when they finally caught their breaths, Eddie slipped out of you, slumping down on the bed beside you.
"Holy shit." He panted, his chest rising and falling heavily as he grinned at you. "If only you'd have realised our potential sooner."
"Are you...gonna kill me?"
"No, we gotta keep you around sweetheart."
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I’m watching scream and thinking about grinding on gf!steve and his big hard cock confined in his pants ugh ugh I’m crying
PLEASE🫠
maybe you’re at a party and he’s being all possessive and territorial so he’s making you sit on his lap
but you wanna tease him a little, making him regret being so easily wound up and you slowly start to rock your hips back and forth. and he tried to stop you, but you don’t stop
and then he’s wrapping your hair in a fist and tugging your head back, whispering in your ear that he’s gonna fuck you in front of everyone and then kill them all because he’s be damned if anyone saw how pretty you looked when you came except him🫠
or better yet, he slips that wee skirt of yours up and making you sit on his cock, teasing you about how he can feel you dripping down your thighs and that everyone in the party is gonna realise what a little slut you are for him
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Gotcha | Ghostface!Steve x Fem!Reader | BLURB
Summary: Steve has a big crush on his next door neighbor and using his smooth voice over the phone gets you all worked up. However, unaware of what the night will lead to.
From now on the reader will be referred to as Belle, but it is still an x reader do not worry.
"Sooooo-" She sings through the phone, "- how was the movie?"
"Great!" Comes your enthusiastic response. "Like, I didn't know that movies could be so scary!"
"Well-" Your friend starts, but is cut short by a horrid choking fit. "God!" She huffs, sniffling as she goes to blow her nose. The sound ringing loudly in your ears although she held the phone away. A heavy sigh leaves her, "Wish I wasn't so fucking sick." Her voice was stifled by the mucus clogging her chest and throat. Poor thing.
"Me too." You sigh into the phone twirling the pink cord around your finger, "I mean it just is not the same without you, Anne." The girl on the other side lets out a stuffy giggle making you laugh with her.
"I know- AHCOOO!" She sneezes, making you jump and another groan escapes her. Anne whines, "Ugh, disgusting. Can I call you tomorrow?"
"Of course."
"Kay, g'night. Talk to you tomorrow." The line goes dead and you lean over towards the nightstand to place the phone back onto the receiver. Only to have it start ringing again immediately after.
That was odd. Leaning back over to grab ahold of the phone lifting it to your ear, "Hello?"
"Ah, so she is still awake. I thought you would be." The familiar cadence and gentleness is enough to give way to the mystery caller.
"Steve Harrington, to what to owe the pleasure of speaking to you so late at night?"
His soft laugh fills your ears, "I thought maybe you could use some company." Steve was such a generous guy. Holding open doors, offering to help in any way he could leading you to fall head over heals. Every girl would fawn over Hawkins' one and only 'King Steve'. A month into the senior year Billy Hargrove had showed his face and things changed.
Steve had dropped out of the popular pool and became more of gentlemen since then. You had only officially met him after a particularly rough fight with Bill that landed him in the nurses office, you being her assistant, tended to his wounds. Since then he's been fond of you.
He had the pleasure of being your next door neighbor which allowed him to be at beck and call for you. He'd do anything for you if it gave him the chance, but you never asked him and grew frustrating. He knew it was much more than some silly little crush.
"Company? You stalking me, Harrington?" Steve only sighed in response at the teasing manner you'd taken upon him. It was your turn to laugh when he didn't respond. Though it was starting to worry you, "Steve? You there?"
"Yeah, just-"
"Just what?" You cut him off a frown seeping across your lips and worry pooling within your gut. Had something wrong been said? Was is something that he heard?
Then he cut through the silence. "Sweetheart, are you home alone?" Steve sounded anxious, worried even, it was starting to make you nervous.
"Yes, my parents are at a business conference." You answer trying to understand why the sudden change in behavior. "Steve talk to me what's going on?"
"Belle, I think someone's in your house." Your heart is pounding, thrumming loudly in your ears, mumbling Steve's voice. You drop the phone as fear overtakes your body. The flight response kicking as you hurry to make a run for the exit.
"You there?" Steve asks trying to get your attention, "Just get of the house, safely." He attempts to instruct, but the unwanted sound of the dial-tone give him his answer. "Shit."
The house was quiet - Almost too quiet. You take the stairs one at a time careful as to not alert the intruder. Out of caution you glance back at the top of the stairs to make sure no one snuck behind you. That's when you heard it. From downstairs a faint creak of the pantry door opening then slamming shut. It made you jump nearly loosing the footing you had on the stairs.
"I know you're in here somewhere, sweetheart." Whomever the intruder was their voice was unidentifiable, altered and raspy. "You can't hide from me for to long."
You gulped throat bobbing in the poor attempt to steady your breathing. The stranger was close just down the stairs and in the kitchen. If you made it down the stairs surely they'd spot you. "You know-" He begins, boots loudly thudding across the cream colored tiles, "-I'm actually quite fond of you and I've been watching for a long time."
You take another step down the stairs, crying out internally, as it groaned beneath your weight. Surely enough compromising your position and alerting the intruder. Surr enough he waltzed right out of the kitchen. Standing in the frame in his black robe. The whole attire was frightening alone, white mask with soulless eyes, black robe and boots. Worst part was the weapon of choice, finding it to hard not to stare at the hunting knife clasped in his right hand. "Well, well, well." He coos with a tilt of his head. "Trying to run away from me, sweetheart?"
Don't answer. Do not answer the stranger, "N-No." Your shaking practically clinging to the wall.
"You lying, sweet thing?" He asks taking a step out of the doorframe, and you can't move. Glued to the wall out of fear, "Seems like you're trying to sneak down those stairs and out the back door."
He takes another step towards the stairs and you finally find the courage to move. You bolt back up the stairs and he's following quickly after you. "Get back here, sweetheart! You're making this much harder on yourself." He shouts enraged charging up the stairs after you.
"No! Leave me alone!" You shout padding down the hallway and towards your room, but he was fast. Catching up with you in an instant, gloved hands finding purchase at the ends of your hair pulling taut. A yelp rings through the halls as you fall back into the stranger, forearms instantly wrapping around you. "Let go! Get off!"
"Stop struggling, brat." You fight and claw against the intruder, tooth and nail to break away. When your elbow makes contact with his face and things fall still. It's quiet, deathly so, and he groans.
On the floor by your feet is the hollow white mask and you look back over your shoulder. Beneath the mask lays an all to familiar face of Steve Harrington.
"S-Steve?"
"Hello, Belle. Like my new look?" A scream tears its way through your throat and he chuckles a gloved hand coming to clamp down over your mouth. You struggle and fight against him as he drags you down the hall and towards your room, "Tough little thing aren't yah."
You part your lips just enough to use your teeth to bite his palm, hard enough to get him to let go. You fall down to the floor with a grunt and Steve huffs, holding his hand close to his chest dropping the knife. You quickly reach for it and wield the weapon against him hands shaking. Once he recovers he looks down at your shaking form nervously holding the knife against him. Steve chuckles looking down at you, "You're gonna regret that sweetheart."
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Who's there part 2
Pairing: Eddie munson x fem!reader x Steve harrington
Summary: During your last few days of your vacation. Eddie brings an extra guest to stay with you.
Disclaimer: this is a part 2 to this fic.
Warning: kinda dark, knife play (no actual cutting involved), unprotected sex, rimming (female receiving) squirting,face slapping, pussy slapping, role-playing, everything here is consensual. Established relationships. Cat & mouse play. CNC DUBCON
You and Eddie only had a few more days left until your vacation was over, and you'd be going back home. When both of you awoke the next day, Eddie seemed on edge about something. You hope he didn't feel bad for the role-play game you did last night. You told him you loved it. The excitement you got when he chased you around the house and just took you how he wanted turned you on so much.
He did scare you, but in a good way, the adrenaline rush you got from it all made the sex more intense. The meaner he was the wetter it made you. You hope he decides to do it again before you both have to leave. There is something bugging him, though, and you can't quit figure it out. Maybe he didn't like it last night, and the thought of that ate you up with guilt.
"Hey baby, are you okay?" You say to him, gently touching his shoulder.
He was sitting at the table looking off into space deep in thought. When you touched him, he practically jumped out of his skin.
"Uh, yeah, princess, I'm okay c'mere." He said and patted his lap.
You have a seat and wrap your arms around his neck. He plays around with a loose string on the hem of your skirt. Something is definitely bothering him, and you want to find out what exactly that is. "Hey, Eddie, can I ask you something?" Nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck.
"Go a head."
"Are you upset about what we did last night?"
"Did you not like it as much as you thought you were gonna like it? You ask him, moving your head to look at his face. Shaking his head no, he goes to speak up.
"Truth be told princess that phone call you mentioned has got me a little worried." He confesses to you.
He moves to get up, and you follow him. He walks over to one of the large windows and peers out into nothing.
"I don't want to leave early, that's why I called Steve to join us for the last couple of days we are here." He's still facing the window and looking back at you in the reflection.
"Is that okay if Steve comes to stay, princess?"
You think about it for a moment. You love Steve he was so kind, but he did intimidate you a little. When he would give you a stern look, if you said something out of the way to Eddie, it made you get all tingly inside. You always wondered what having them both at once would be like. You know Eddie's history with Steve and how they would bring a girl back to their place all the time and fuck. You always wondered if Eddie would share you though or if that was too much for him.
"That's okay. I'd feel much safer with two men in the house anyway." You go to hug him from behind.
"He should be here any moment baby why don't you go get nice and pretty, yeah?" He turned you around and playfully swatted your ass.
Running to your bedroom, you quickly get ready and put on a nice short sundress. You stop for a moment and wonder. why do you have to get all dolled up for Steve? He's seen you look your absolute worst early in the morning.
Steve arrived later on that afternoon while Eddie sent you to go get some stuff from the store.
"Hey, Eddie, how did you and your girl like that little phone call last night?" He said tossing his duffle bag at him.
"That was you?" Eddie gave him a shocked expression.
"I scared her pretty good, didn't I? Steve said, walking up to Eddie on the front porch.
"Yeah, well, you scared me too dick I was up all night worried about that shit," Eddie told him, throwing his hands around in the air.
"Look, man, I'm sorry. I just wanted to help get that fear in her. I bet it worked out great in the end?" He said to Eddie, nuding him with his arm.
"Speaking of her, where is she? Does she know exactly why I'm here yet?"
"Not exactly. I figured we could both tell her and see what she thinks."
Steve nodded and picked up his duffle bag and got settled into the spare bedroom.
You return a little later with the outrageously long list Eddie has given you. Pulling up in the driveway, you notice Steves' car out front. You immediately get a nervous feeling in your stomach and clench your thighs together. Why were you acting like this? Eddie would not want you to fuck his friend even if he's there too. Maybe your being this way because of how Eddie fucked you last night and it's got your brain all foggy. Walking in the front door, you call out to the both of them, but you don't hear a sound.
Your heart starts to race again, wondering where they are and what they are doing. You call out to Eddie and nothing. You call out to Steve and nothing. You're anticipating one of them to pounce out at you from around any corner by now. Slowly and easy, you walk down the hallway, still calling out for your boyfriend and his friend.
That's when you hear a scream from out back and run to see what happened. Running out the back door and onto the wrap around porch, you listen out for one of them. That's when you hear Eddie scream, and you bolt in that direction. Your nerves immediately calm down when you notice the two men doing cannon balls off the peer and into the lake out back. Putting your hand over your heart, you make your way down to where they are having fun.
Eddie notices you first and swims over to you. "Hey baby, wanna get in?" Shaking your head no, you squat down, and Eddie can see right up your dress. He bites his lip and pulls his arm out of the water to run it up your calf and thigh. You swat him away playfully, and he pouts at you. That's when Steve swims over to the both of you and the guys glance at each other and back at you.
The look they shared made you nervous all over again, and you stammer out how you need to start dinner. "Need some help?" They both ask in unison.
"No, thank you. You both can continue having fun." You couldn't get back into the house fast enough.
The way they were looking at you was almost predatory, and you hate to say you loved it. The way it made you nervous and had your heart racing was too much. You need to distract yourself with something, so you obviously do that by making dinner.
The guys came back in almost an hour later and dried off. They are acting as if what just happened never did. They go about their normal dynamic like back at home. One argues over the remote, and the other complained about what's on TV. You giggle at their interaction they definitely act like two annoyed brothers sometimes.
"Dinner is ready," you call out to them .
Both men stampede into the dining room and grabbed the food you prepared. The meal was relatively normal, but you could tell they were up to something. They would steal glances your way and then smirk to one another. Once again, that tingly feeling mixed with nerves and fear started to take over you.
After dinner was done, they helped you clean up. Eddie or Steve would brush up against you every once in a while, and you were beginning to think it wasn't an accident anymore. Eddie bends down to your ear and whispers, "Go sit on the couch. we have to talk to you about some things." Then he continues washing up the dishes while you run and do what he asked.
A few minutes go by until Steve and Eddie are both standing in front of you sitting on the couch. Eddie kneels down next to you while Steve is standing still with his arms crossed. He looks so serious all the time, and it intimated you in the best way.
"Sweetheart, remember what we did last night? The little game I played with you?" Eddie says to you softly.
Nodding "Yes, I remember why?" You ask slightly embarrassed now that Steve is standing right there.
"Well, baby Steve wants to play with us too. Is that okay with you?"
"I've already told him what you like and what you don't like. He knows your safe word is orange." He informed you.
Looking over at Steve, his expression still hasn't changed. He still has that same stern face that makes you tingle all over.
"Yeah, he can play too if he wants." You look at Eddie.
He smiles brightly and jumps up, and wraps his arm around Steve's shoulder. The way Eddies whole face just lit up, you've never seen him this giddy over something, and that's saying something.
"Me and Big boy over here are gonna go get dressed up, and baby, you better start hiding now," Eddie tells you with a sinister smile plastered on his face.
Running outside, you decide to hide in the trees, hoping they won't find you just yet. You peak around the large trunk and look at the cabin windows. You can see them hunt around the house looking for you. You see one of them opening closets and cabinets. Then you notice you only see the one. Where is the other? The sound of leaves crunching nearby struck you with immediate fear. Backing away quietly you to try to hide deeper in the trees. You can't see a thing it's too dark. Their costumes are all black except that stark white mask. Even then, there is no way you could see them out here. You keep watching the window and backing up slowly.
Then you notice the other one is gone too now. All of a sudden, you hear more crunching of the leaves. Your heart is racing, and your breathing is fast. You can hear one of them call out to you
"Come out, princess, we just wanna have some fun."
"Yeah, baby, we just wanna have some fun."
"Where are youuuuu." One of them sang.
You think you see a shadow of one of them and turn to run away until you smack into something soft but firm. Knocking you down on your back, you start crawling backwards when you realize you bumped into one of them. Scrambling to get away, he lunges at you, throwing you over his shoulder.
"Hey man, I got her over here. Let's take her back inside."
You try to wiggle out of his grip, but he's strong. This is definitely Steve, who is carrying you back to the house. Eddie still was a little more gentle with you than he's being.
He kicks the door open and makes his way to your bedroom. Your masked boyfriend is right on his tail. He lifts his mask up slightly to show you his lips and blows you a kiss. You go to catch it and press it to your lips before blowing him one back. He goes to catch it, but Steve notices the sweet moment and smacks you on the ass hard causing you to cry out.
He throws you roughly on the bed, and both men stand above you now. You form tears in your eyes and play along with the scene.
"Please don't hurt me. I'll do whatever you want." You beg them.
They look to one another and bring their sharp knives out, dancing it around in their hand. Your bottom lip wiggles and tears start streaming down your cheeks. Steve takes his gloved hand and slaps you hard in the face.
"Shhh, don't cry, baby it's all gonna be over soon." He grabbed your cheeks, squishing them together.
Eddie pushes him slightly to the side and starts cutting off your dress and panties, ripping the rest of the fabric along the way. He yanks your legs open wide for them, and you go to cover yourself up. That's when he removes his gloves and slaps you hard on your achingly wet pussy. Causing you to whimper out a moan. Both men decide to remove their masks and costumes with the rest of their clothing. They stand before you completely naked and rock hard.
"I wonder if she can fit us both inside of her at the same time? She would be so full and stuffed." Wouldn't you pretty girl?" Steve said, running the handle of his knife down your abdomen and rubbing the end on your clit. You stifle out a moan and bite your lower lip.
"Please let me go. My boyfriend and his friend will be home any moment now," you cry out playing up to the scene.
"Awww, poor little thing is so scared." Eddie said, dipping a finger inside your entrance.
Eddie looks at Steve. "wanna go first you are the guest after all?" Steve just looks down at you and flips you over, bringing your ass up in the air. Not give you a chance to process anything.
He begins to prod at your pussy with his tongue before spitting on it and licking it up and down. He sucks at your clit roughly. Causing you to moan out and reach for Eddie, who holds your hand. Steve continues sucking your clit and then moving to fuck you with his tongue. He motions to Eddie for something, and he moves to open the bedside table for the lube you both brought. Steve squirts some on the tight ring above your pussy. He puts a little on his fingers and slowly pushes his index finger inside. You let out a low guttural moan, and you clench around him. He fingers your fluttering hole slowly. Eventually pulling it out and spitting on it, then going in to kiss it. You jump and whimper feel his tongue work your hole the way it was your pussy moments ago.
You put your fingers in your mouth and suck on them, trying not to moan, but you failed. The moans you let out were loud and filthy. Steve began slapping your ass while he tongued at your hole. Your eyes were rolled to the back of your head, and you were drooling all over your blanket. Your pussy began clenching around nothing wanting to be filled so badly. Eddie sat next to you rubbing his cock lazily up and down.
"Fuuuuck Steve," You cry out in desperation.
He pulls back and yanks you roughly over on to your back again. He yanks your hips to the edge of the bed and aligns his cock at your entrance. He teases you with just his tip. Pushing it in slightly and then pulling it out to rub on your clit. Throwing your head back, you move your hips slightly, trying to push him in deeper. Steve notices and slaps you in the face harder than last time. Your face turns to the side at the intensity of his hand, meeting the soft skin of your cheek.
" Be patient, and I'll be nice," Steve warned you.
"I-I I'll be good, i promise,"
Steve grabs your hips and with one quick push he bottoms out in your tight cunt. He let's out a low grunt. He stays there for a moment before moving his hips back and slamming into you hard and fast. Steve is not being nice at all. He's fucking you so hard the bed is moving slightly across the floor. Eddie notices and laughs next to you, bending down and biting your neck hard.
He sucks and nibbles at the thin skin before moving lower and taking your nipple in between his lips. You push his head down, keeping him there to continue sucking on your breasts. He bites down hard, leaving a teeth mark that you're sure will bruise. You cry out a moan that's a mixture of pleasure and pain.
Steve is still fucking into you hard making the sound of your skin slapping the only thing being heard. You're getting close. You can feel the tightness in your core.
"Oooh fuck she's clenching me so hard." Steve moaned out.
"I'm not gonna last if she keeps doing that."
You can't help it he's pumping into you fast, and every time he pulls back then pushes back in, he hits that sweet spot just right. You don't care how you sound at this point. You're moaning so loud you know your throat will be sore in the morning. You clench around him again when his cock rubs against that spongey spot. Suddenly, Steve is pulling out and cuming all over your stomach.
He collapses next to you, and he tries to catch his breath. You're sad at the sudden loss of his cock buried deep inside you. You're already so fucked out you forget Eddie is right next to you or he was. He grabs you by the thigh and spins you around. Before you can comprehend what's going on he shoves his cock into you. He wraps your legs around his waist and sits up on his knees. He squeezes your breasts roughly, holding onto them for leverage. Then he begins pumping his thick cock in to roughly.
He stops for a moment and places a pillow under your hips.
He then gets back into his original position and starts fucking you just a rough as Steve did. The new angle of your hips allows Eddie's cock to really pay attention to that sweet spot inside of you. You can feel it build you up again in your core. You sit up and look at your boyfriend in the eyes while he's ramming his cock into your aching pussy.
"Please, please, please make me come." You beg him.
He pushes you back down onto the bed, ignoring you. His thrusts are becoming harder and faster. The spongey spot inside your velvety walls becomes more and more stimulated with every thrust. With a couple more of pumps from Eddie's cock you being squirming and clenching around him. You feel that tightness in your stomach, and it's impossible to ignore.
"I'm gonna come, baby. I can't hold it. Please let me come." Crying out so desperate.
You feel it liquid squirting out of you and soaking both you and Eddie. Eddie doesn't stop he only fucks you harder now. The sound of your soaking wet pussy is driving him crazy. He finally speaks up and you think he's mad at first. He just smiles down at you.
"That's a good girl soaking my cock just the way I like." He coos to you.
He goes to move and play with your clit while he's fucking into you. Your muscles are exhausted, and you don't think you can give him anymore. Knowing your boyfriend, he was gonna force this orgasm out of you if his life depends on it. You can feel him getting close his thrusts are becoming sloppy, and he's slowed down slightly. He starts rubbing your clit in tight fast circles. Making your legs twitch and wrap around him tighter. Arching your back off the bed, your orgasm washes over you and clench hard around your boyfriends cock. With a couple more hard strokes, he's cuming inside of your velvety walls still pumping his cum inside of you until he's milked himself dry. He finally stops and collapses on the opposite side of you from where Steve is.
Sitting up on his elbows, Steve looks over and examines your face. Eddie follows and looks over your body to make sure you're not hurt.
"How is our girl doing, huh?" Steve spoke up.
"Was it too much?' "Did we hurt you princess?" Eddie speaks up next to you.
You shake your head no too tired and fucked out to speak or form any sentences. They both look at each other and laugh. Steve gets up and gets your bath ready in the jet tub. Eddie has moved you, laying your back against his chest. He's scratching your head, and you hum in response. He bends down and kisses you softly. You try to deepen the kiss, but he pulls away and laughs. "Haven't you had enough tonight?" You laugh at him and shake your head no. Steve comes back into the room with two bottles of soap wondering which one you like the best. Eddie speaks up for you and tells him the vanilla one. He gets off the bed and carries you to the bathroom where all three of you enjoy the sound of silence. Both men take turns washing you and making sure you were not at all hurt.
Eventually, you all move to the living room and cuddle up on the couch to watch a movie together. Sleep taking over and overcoming you all one by one. The three of you cuddled up on the couch together until the morning.
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i know it’s not spooky season anymore but i had a thought for all the ghostface! steddie writers
yeah i’m a slut first and a human being second but where were the fics where the reader went full sidney prescott? fighting for her life and kicking steve and eddie’s asses? or even better, a final girl team up with nancy and robin? don’t get me wrong i love the smut but i wish there were more fics with this route.
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Ch.2 - Another Day
Series Summary: There has been a recent string of your murders in your small town. Everyone, including you, is freaking out. You and your friends stay close together, as time goes on the murders get more and more closer to you and the people you know. Soon you find out that the killer is who you least suspect and everything is not what it seems. You find yourself in a situation that you never thought would be possible, how will it end?
CW {for this chapter}: death, bestfriend!steve, bestfriend!eddie, flirting, swearing. STORY BASED IN 1994!!
You up the next morning around 10 in the morning. You go downstairs after finishing your morning routine to make some breakfast. You mom enters the house. "Hey mom, how was..whatever you came from?" You ask smiling looking at the bags in her hands. "Oh just a little shopping for.. things, we'll talk later" she replies heading upstairs. Okay then, after breakfast you head to your room to take a nap. For some reason you are very tired. When you wake up, your mom tells you to meet her downstairs. As you do you see her loading a shotgun. Your eyes widen. "Mom what the hell" you ask practically yelling. "Since there is a psycho running around we need protection I will not be defenseless!" She states putting the shot gun in the guest closet. "Now if we are ever in the situation where we need it. This is where it'll be" she says smiling, patting the closet door. You playfully shake your head. Your mom could be over the top sometimes but it did make you feel more safe that you had a gun inside the house.
It's been 1 week and a half since the last GhostFace murder. The whole town is on edge, but it's nearing Halloween and the people just want to have a fun time. The county fair is in town for a week starting today and you plan on having a blast, despite recent events. Halloween is a big thing for the people of Hawkins, it was go big or go home! Even though it was still at least 1 month away.
You were walking the halls with Eddie, he was carrying your books for you. It was the last class of the day, "SoOoOo" Eddie says in a sing-song voice. "SoOoOo" you mock him with a smile. "Wanna go to the fair with me, Harrington, and Stacey?" He asks with his pretty puppy dog eyes. "Do you want me to go or do you just not want to be a third wheel" you respond. He gasps dramatically, dropping to the floor lying on his back. A few students stop and stare some whispering things. You try pulling his arm.
"Eddie,stop get up" you say cheeks flushing red. "You wound me, I'm dead" he stares before faking dead with his tongue out the side of his mouth. "Yes! For fucks sake, Yes! I'll go with you" you speak ripping the books from his hand and turning into your class. He smiles and hops up. Letting out a "Yes!" in victory. You shake your head playfully as he sits next to you. "You are so drama" you smack his arm. "Oh no, I'm bout to fall again" he says getting ready to fall forwards. "Stop! No, I'm sorry" you tell him giggling. "Since you apologized" he responds sitting properly in the desk.
It was now, 6:34, Steve is on the way to pick, you up last even though you lived on street down from him. You straighten out you hair, going over it making sure it's straight. Before throwing it in a high ponytail. Getting your purse seeing if you have everything you need. You have your wallet, phone, perfume, makeup wipes, and lipgloss. You make sure your outfit is complete. Perfect!
Steve calls you, saying he's here. "I'll be done in a second" you tell him, making sure your hair is okay and then heading downstairs. As you exit your house, you lock the door. Eddie pokes his head out the window of Steve's car. He whistles "looking good sweets" he exclaims biting his lip. You flip him off making Steve and Stacey laugh. Eddie scoffs and sits down. Steve gets out opening the passenger door for you. Which was a little odd since Stacey was his girlfriend, you'd think she would be in the passenger's seat. You shrug the thought away and get in the car, thanking him.
"Why do I get a flip off but he gets a thank you" Eddie asks offended, "because you were cat calling he opened a door for me, two different things" you tell him causing Eddie to roll his eyes. "Fuck you, Harrington" Eddie mumbles slumping in his seat. "Hey, I don't swing that way! But I'm flattered" Steve responds. Me and Stacey burst out laughing. Eddie's mouth hangs open then he smacks Steve shoulder. "Shut up man" Eddie tells him ears turning red.
"It's okay, every guy is a little gay for Steve" Stacey says, making you nod your head agreeing. "Shut up" Eddie grumbles crossing his arms. "It's the hair" Steve states smirking, fixing his hair. You shake your head playfully. "Let's go" Eddie says in a sassy tone. "Yeah, let's go! I wanna have fun!" Stacey exclaims putting her hand on Steve's shoulder lightly tapping him. "Okay, okay everyone, calm down I'm going" he speaks putting the car in reverse, heading to the fair.
Steve pulls up to the fair, as soon as he parks Eddie jumps out and rushes to open your door. He reaches his hand out for you to take. You smile and take it, he helps you get out. "Thank you, Eddie" you tell him. He gives you a goofy smile. "You're welcome, princess" he replies, you furrow your brows and shake your head. "Okay let's go" Steve says bitterly, wrapping his arm around Stacey. Eddie smirks at him and does the same to you. You look at him and with confusion then just let him do what he wants. You guys get your tickets at the ticket booth. "Let fuck this shit up!" Eddie exclaims grabbing your hand and taking off.
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