you loved being scared.

horror movies were definitely your thing since you were a kid. your friends always thought there's something a little off about the amount of scary movies you'd want to watch, no matter if it was with someone, or alone at night. fear had always been your favorite feeling, the rush in your veins, the way your heartbeat would speed up... it was addicting.

so of course, after tonight's scary movies marathon in the cinema with your friends, you decided to take the shorter way, walking home through the woods. halloween was just around the corner, every house you passed by earlier was already decorated, the vibes in october definitely immaculate. it was your favorite time of the year.

you're lost in your thoughts as you're walking, already thinking of the costumes you would wear to every halloween party you wanted to attend this month. you were thinking about katherine pierce, but isn't that a little too basic? everyone always wanna be her. but you love vampires so much... maybe caroline? nah, she's too sweet. maybe padme from star wars? but you'd have to have your anakin...

you smiled to yourself, kicking a rock off the dirt path, lost in thought. the forest was quiet, the kind of quiet that lets you hear your own heartbeat.

crack.

you stopped mid-step, head snapping toward the sound. could've been some kind of animal. a squirrel maybe.

you shrugged it off and kept walking, thinking of ways to convince chris or matt— your bestfriends — to dress up as anakin.

another crack.

this time closer. you stopped again, the sound still echoing somewhere behind you. the trees loomed dark, their shadows folding over the narrow trail. a shiver crawls up your spine as you look around. you weren't the paranoid type, but now as you stood there in the middle of the woods, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you weren't alone.

your breath came out in small, visible puffs. you adjusted your hoodie, trying to brush it off, to laugh at yourself. "get it together,” you muttered, forcing your feet to move again.

but as you walked, every few steps, you swore you could hear something moving behind you, matching your pace.

it really could be an animal. fuck, you didn't wanna get attacked by anything.

you turned around, but nothing was there. you quickened your pace. the deeper you went, the quieter everything became and you couldn’t shake off the feeling anymore. that prickling sense that eyes were somewhere behind you, watching you.

"fuck," you cursed, knowing damn well that if it's some kind of wolf or a bear, you're literally fucked.

but then you heard it. a rhythm that didn’t belong to you.

human footsteps.

you froze, listening, your heart skipping a beat. but there's nothing, just the soft sound of leaves moving in the breeze. you turn around slowly again, pulling out your phone and turning on the flashlight.

empty path. the darkness messing with your vision until everything blurred together. your pulse thudded in your throat as you squint, trying to make out shapes but it's just bunch of trees and bushes. "it's fine,” you whisper to yourself. “you're fine.”

you exhale deeply, starting walking again, gripping your phone tightly. for a minute it was quiet, but then another crack echoed through the dark.

shit.

this time you didn't stop or look back, just walked faster. maybe it was all in your head? maybe your friends were right with saying that this whole love you have for scary movies will mess with your mind at some point.

the beam of the flashlight cut a thin path through the black, enough for you to see clearly, but not enough to make this feeling of being watched go away. you unlocked your phone and typed out a message, looking around as you do.

to: chris

u coming over tn yeah?

you told him you were going to the cinema and mentioned something about meeting later when you're home. it felt stupidly comforting to know that you'll see him soon.

your phone buzzed almost immediately.

chris: be there in two mins

those words suddenly rearranged the world into a safer shape. two minutes. close enough to make you hurry but not panic.

you walked as fast as possible, flashlight beam bouncing across trees and low branches. the path narrowed, you counted steps like a mantra and told yourself your street was just beyond the last bend. five minutes until you're on your driveway and two minutes until chris is there waiting.

you got this.

but the woods were inventing noises now, or maybe you were. it was hard to tell which belonged to the forest and which belonged to your frayed nerves.

footsteps, though. again.

"fucking shit," you cursed, looking around.

then your phone buzzed, the sound cutting through the thick silence.

you flinched, eyes moving to the screen.

unknown number.

you frowned, the call vibrating in your hand, but you decide to ignore it. unfortunately for you, it makes your flashlight turn off.

"great,” you whispered under your breath. you exhaled, trying to steady your heartbeat and when your phone stopped buzzing, you started walking again.

you only took a few steps when the same number started calling again.

what the fuck?

you watch it ring for a few moments, stopping mid step again. someone's definitely fucking with you.

you decline the number and go to your contacts instead, facetiming chris who's quick to answer.

"dude, where are you? it's cold as shit," he asks, narrowing his eyes at the screen. "turn your camera on."

"where are you?" you ask, ignoring him.

"what you mean where am i?" he scoffs, flipping his camera to show your house. he was waiting on the driveaway. "can you hurry?"

oh.

so he wasn't fucking with you.

before you could reply, you hear a sound. soft at first, dragging. almost like metal scraping across something.

you freeze. it was neither the wind nor an animal. it was too human.

you turned in a slow circle, the grip on your phone tightened like it could help.

"yo?" chris frowns, narrowing his eyes and getting closer to his screen to see you. "can't hear ya."

"shhh," you shush him, looking around.

but there's nothing. only black shapes of the bushes. the sound came again, closer this time, a slow draw of something sharp being pulled against wood.

"can't see you, bro," he complains.

then you get a notification.

unknown number: should've picked up.

unknown number: watching you gets boring

unknown number: lets talk

and then you hear a whistle somewhere on your right.

your heart drops straight to your ass. for a moment you can't breathe. you just know you need to move.

fast.

you force your legs to move and you run, ignoring chris' questions. the path was uneven, branches clawing at your sleeves, your breath coming in sharp bursts that tore the cold air. you didn’t care if you tripped, didn’t care if you screamed. the only thing you could hear was your own heartbeat and the echo of that dragging sound following you.

somewhere ahead, through the blur of trees, you could see the faint glow of streetlights. your house was close.

you ran faster than you thought you could. your legs burned as you turned the last corner, almost falling but catching your balance in the last second. you kept turning your head, scanning the darkness behind, every flick of movement sending a pulse through her your chest. the fear filled your limbs, wild and confusing until you reached the first streetlight. everything here was quiet, windows blank, your own porch light was off, a dark square at the end of the street. you don't remember slowing down, but suddenly, you find yourself at your driveway. you bent forward, hands on your knees, gasping for air.

after a moment, you looked around and frowned, realizing that not only did chris hang up, but he was nowhere to be seen too.

"what the hell…” you whispered, straightening. you wiped your palms on your jeans and pulled out your keys while trying to call chris again, but he wasn't answering.

every second you stood there was making your skin crawl, so you forced your legs to move again, walking fast toward the door. the metal clinked too loud when you tried to fit one key into the lock.

when you finally walked inside and locked your door behind, double checking it, you exhaled in relief. you turned on all the lights, taking off your shoes and going to the kitchen to get some water while trying to call chris again, but he wasn't picking up. he was just there, you saw he was right in front of your house, and now he just disappeared?

the adrenaline still hummed in your veins as you press a hand to your chest, feeling your heart hammering. you drained the water in one swallow, the cold stinging your throat. but as you were putting the glass down, you hear a small shift above you.

you froze, eyes lifting toward the ceiling. the house was supposed to be empty, your parents were out of town for the weekend.

you listen, waiting to see if you hear anything else but it was dead silent.

you might be tripping now.

"chill," you mutter to yourself, moving toward the stairs. you reached the hall, flipping the light on and noticing your bedroom door was slightly open, which is weird because you always leave it closed.

maybe you forgot this time.

you walked in, flicking the light switch here as well. everything was exactly how it supposed to be. you were scaring yourself for no reason.

you moved to the window, closing the blinds and texting chris with one hand, but before you could even send the message, the door slammed shut. you spun around, heart in your throat, the glass bead chain of your lamp still swaying from the vibration.

"hello?” your voice cracks slightly.

no answer.

you grabbed the first thing you could reach which was some random, heavy book — stupid, but it was at least something — then slowly stepping toward the door.

your hand reaches for the knob. you take a deep breath, telling yourself it was definitely just some wind or something, and you open the door.

finding him standing there.

tall and masked, the white plastic face of a ghost right in front of your face. your eyes widened, scream catching somewhere in your throat.

your first instinct was to shut the door back in his face, but he stopped it with his hand, so you slowly back away, book still clutched uselessly in your palms.

then you hit something solid behind you.

please no.

you close your eyes for a moment, praying that it's just some kind of nightmare, trying to get some courage. when your eyelids flutter open again, you slowly turn your head just to see another ghostface right behind you.

what the fuck.

for a second, nobody moved, only your unsteady breathing filled the room.

"boo."

the mask tilted slightly, then a low laugh broke the silence. it was familiar.

“easy,” one of them said. the voice was muffled through the mask, but you'd know it anywhere.

chris.

the other one leaned against the doorframe, head cocked. “you should’ve seen your face,” he said.

matt.

you stood frozen between them, heartbeat still in your throat. then slowly your brain started working again as you look between them, irritation building up within you. "are you fucking kidding me?” you hissed. "what the fuck?"

chris lifted a gloved hand in a small, almost apologetic gesture. “relax."

matt chuckled. “you love this stuff, remember?”

"i— not when it’s real,” you shot back, your body still buzzing with leftover adrenaline. you set the book down with trembling hands.

matt stepped forward slowly, the black fabric rustling as he moved. he stopped just close enough that you could feel the air shift. "you run pretty fast,” he said softly. "almost couldn't catch up."

your pulse jumped again. "it was you?" you look at them both in pure disbelief. "and you knew— what the guck guys?"

"c'mon, quit pretendin'," chris scoffs. "use your pretty head and remind y'self what you've told us last week."

"what...?"

"that you like when the bad guy chases an innocent girl. that it's fun."

"i— i didn't—" you stuttered, taken back, not expecting them to pay attention to your rambling. you've told them that when you were drunk. "okay, yeah, but i meant, like, fucking horror movies, not in real life?"

"just admit that some part of you enjoyed it."

"being chased by god knows who in the woods? are you sick?" you shook your head, backing up a step.

"maybe," chris hums. "or maybe you are."

"maybe next time don’t take the shortcut way," matt spoke.

"i didn't think someone would be after me!”

"well... you never know."

you scoff, looking them up and down, paying more attention to their costumes now, noticing that they both were holding knives. it was nearly impressive. "are those real?"

they looked over at each other and then matt stepped closer, twirling the knife between his fingers. "wanna find out?"

your eyes flicker back up and you can feel your stomach drop, when the blade lightly touched your skin, tracing down from your neck to your collarbone. harmless, but enough for your body to have a reaction.

a really, really weird one.

a shiver goes down your spine, the heat between your legs spreading fast. at first you thought you're tripping. there's no way this would... nah.

he pulls the knife away, tilting his head. "so? what'cha think?"

you swallowed, licking your lips slowly and touching the blade with your finger, hard enough to feel it, but not to hurt yourself.

"real," you mutter after a moment, clearly mesmerized. chris had to hold back a groan. "you really like this, huh?" he asks, his voice dropping lower. "it's turnin' you on."

"what?" you look up at him, shaking your head. "no, it's not..."

"sure thing," he replies sarcastically, giving matt a look. "let's play a game."

you look at him, raising an eyebrow. "chasing me wasn't enough?"

"we just wanna test somethin'," matt says.

"yeah, gotta see if you were really jokin' last week."

"let's see how brave you are when the lights go out."

your eyes widen as you look between them, waiting for one of them to laugh, but they do not.

"guys....—"

"you gonna hide," chris cuts you off. "if we find you, we get to do whatever we want with ya. deal?"

"what kind of things exactly—"

"do you agree?"

you should've said no and call them freaks, but the fact is that you like the idea. it causes a funny feeling in your belly, a confused rush of adrenaline and lust tangling together until you're not able to separate one from the other.

words spilled from your lips before you could stop them. "fine. let's play."

they clearly liked your answer and you could bet a hundred bucks that they both smirked under the masks.

matt flicks the lights off, leaving the room to do the same with the rest of the house. once it's complete darkness, chris starts counting down from ten, and that's when you realize you have to move.

you never realized before how dark it could get when every light was gone. shadows turned everything into shapes that weren’t quite real. you left your bedroom, moving quietly through the house, not even knowing where's matt. you squinted your eyes, deciding to stay upstairs. you had an upper hand here cause you knew your house perfectly while didnt.

you tried to outsmart them.

you pressed your back against the wall of the narrow hallway, holding your breath and listening.

you waited for a while until finally a floorboard creaked.

they were moving.

you heard your bedroom door creaking and footsteps right on the stairs. chris probably left your room, heading downstairs to matt.

you moved quietly, sliding back to your room, not touching your door so it wouldn't make a sound. you lied flat down on the floor and decided to hide under the bed. they will definitely not think about checking your room first.

and you were right.

chris and matt's footsteps were steady and unhurried as they moved through the house. at some point you heard them talking, but not loud enough to track exactly where they were. still somewhere downstairs, for sure.

“she's not down here,” chris's voice.

"you think she’s still upstairs?” matt asked. silence, then the stairs creaked.

fuck. they were coming back.

you heard them passing by your room and your breath hitches, but they just move forward. "you ain't gonna make it easy for us, right?" matt's voice. "we love a good chase."

"yeah, but we're gonna find you eventually," chris calls out, his voice echoing through the dark rooms. "and when we do..." matt chimes in. "we gonna have so much fun with ya."

his words send another shiver down your spine, their words unknowingly feeding your growing arousal. you felt sick to your stomach. they were your friends, you shouldn't be thinking what you're thinking right now, but it's hard to stop.

it was too late anyway. you were playing along.

matt continues, his voice coming from a bathroom close to your room. "maybe we'll tie you up first."

"or maybe we'll blindfold ya," chris adds. "make you guess who's touchin' you where. how's that soundin'?"

you pressed your thighs together, covering your mouth not to make a sound, the idea of them both doing this to you makes your pussy clench. you felt yourself getting wet.

"remember how we always joke 'bout sharing? what if we'd do it tonight?" you hear chris in the next room, still hearing noises from the bathroom which makes you realize that they split up. fuck.

"bet you'd like that," matt speaks. "you've always said you'd like to fuck stefan and damon, that you could take both, and it didn't matter that they're brothers. guess it wouldn't matter now too, hm?"

"what you think, baby? being blindfolded and touched by two guys all at once?"

you take a deep breath, shifting in your spot, your panties getting uncomfortably sticky.

then the floor creaks again and you hear them right by your bedroom door.

"should we check in here?" chris asks.

the door swings open and you hear them stepping inside. your throat tightens.

they move through your room, checking the closet and your bathroom.

"she's not in here," chris mutters.

"yeah, let's check somewhere else," matt mutters, standing just next to your bed. you close your eyes, praying that they will leave, giving you a chance to change your hiding spot.

you hear them moving and closing the door. you exhale deeply with relief, removing your hand off your face and shifting back, trying to crawl out from under the bed.

but then someone's hands wrap around your ankles, pulling you out abruptly. you pathetically try to hold onto the floor with a startled squeak as you land on your back, staring up at two masks hovering over you in the dark.

"gotcha," matt says, releasing your ankles. your first instinct was to get up and run to hide anywhere else, so you try it, but before you could even take a step, chris blocks your path. "aw, look, matt. she wanna keep playin'. but i'm a little bored now, y'know?"

"yeah, me too. should we change the game a little?"

"okay," you speak, trying to sound normally. "okay, you fucking won. and what now?"

they exchange another glance, a silent understanding passing between them.

then chris reaches into his pocket, pulling out a black silk scarf. "now, we gonna do exactly what we've said."

your eyes widen when you realize they're prepared.

matt flicks on the light on your nightstand, the room now brightly lit. your eyes narrow as you try to get used to it, chris's gloved hand tilts your head to the side before he wraps the silk scarf around your eyes. he ties it securely, plunging you back into darkness. you feel his hand still on your face, matt's presence behind you. "hands up," he says into your ear. you obediently do what he said.

"we don't need it, do we?" he asks when you feel a hand playing with your hoodie. you shake your head.

"words, baby," chris mumbles.

"no," you say, voice embarrassingly weak. you clear your throat. "we don't need it."

chris and matt both smirk under their masks, chris pulls off your hoodie smoothly, throwing it onto the chair. matt licks his lips, fingers tracing the edge of your lacy black bra. "what 'bout this?"

you swallow, ignoring the heat creeping up your cheeks. "don't need this either."

matt unhooks your bra with a swift motion, your breasts spilling free to their gaze. a gloved hand squeezes the flesh, the other one unzips and slides your jeans down your legs, revealing black lace panties matching the bra. "pretty," chris mutters.

one of them— you assume it's matt— plays with your boobs, thumbs brushing over your hardening nipples. chris's hands run over your legs. "let's get rid of these too."

he hooks his fingers into the sides of your underwear, pulling them down. you step out of them, now completely naked in front of them, and surprisingly it only makes you feel hotter than embarrassed. they take a moment to look at you, finally making their sick dream become reality. matt squeezes your breast while chris runs a gloved finger through your folds. "she's fuckin' soaked," he groans.

"fuck, you really did like this shit," matt chuckles. "who's sick now?"

you're being pushed onto the bed, letting out a small gasp, your legs getting spread and held open. you feel one of them taking your wrists and tying them together with some material, securing them to the headboard so you're completely helpless. a hand runs up your inner thighs, making you shiver. "look at her," chris murmurs, standing back up to admire the sight of you tied up and spread open. "fuckin' perfect."

you squirm, trying to release your wrist. "oh, c'mon..."

"stay still," matt says.

you feel a finger teasing your entrance and then pushing inside, getting a whimper out of you. it starts moving in and out slowly, making sure to brush against your g-spot with each movement.

"we gonna take turns," chris speaks. "you gotta guess who's doin' it."

"and if i lose?" you ask weakly.

"better don't," matt replies.

they both work silently, making it impossible for you to guess who is touching where. one is curling his fingers inside you, hitting your spot perfectly while the other one teases your tits, pinching and rubbing your nipples. you can't help but whine at the sensation. "who would've thought you're such a freak, baby," matt mocks you.

"i told ya she's full of surprises," chris mutters. you can't stop your moans when your clit also starts to get played with. "whose fingers are in ya, hm?"

you're trying your hardest to focus, but it was hard to say with those gloves on, so you just guess. "matt?"

matt lets out a low chuckle while chris withdraws his fingers quickly. without warning, your pussy gets smacked hard, making you cry out. "wrong," he growls softly. chris spits in his palm and spreads your juices around your entrance, getting you ready for more. "one more try," he says.

they spread your legs wider, your juices pooling on the bed. two fingers slide inside you again, but the touch is different now. more delicate almost.

"that's... that's matt," you breathe out.

he hums in approval, fingers moving faster inside you. chris brings his gloved hand to your mouth, pressing his fingers against your lips. "get 'em wet," he mutters. you let your tongue move around his palm, whining around it when matt adds another finger.

"good girl," chris praises, pulling his fingers out of your mouth and bringing them down to your clit, rubbing it in circles. they both work in sync now, driving you wild with pleasure. you start clenching around matt's fingers, not being able to stop all of the noises escaping you. "awww, look, matt. she's close," chris's voice dripping with mockery. "wanna cum baby?"

you desperately nod your head, trying to grind your hips against their hands, but they don't let you. their motion immediately stops, leaving you empty and needy.

for a moment you don't feel anything but then one of them slides something cold inside you, slowly starting to thrust it in and out of your wet pussy.

"can you tell what's that?" matt asks.

your brows are pulled together in focus and pleasure as you squirm around on the bed, trying to release your wrists to hold onto anything, but it was impossible. your legs wanted to close, but one of them was pinning them down, ensuring you can't move away from the intense pleasure, his grip on your thighs hard enough to leave marks. you were helpless, taking what they were giving you.

"i don't... don't know," you cry out, feeling this thing thrusting deeper, hitting your spot perfectly. it feels so good that your toes curl.

they suddenly slide out whatever just was inside you, leaving you empty and aching. they release your thighs, grabbing a handful of your hair instead, yanking your head back. "wrong answer," chris says into your ear. matt presses something cold against your clit and you realize.

it was a knife.

they were just fucking you with the handle of the knife.

"m'sorry," you whine, hips lifting. "is it your knife? please, i don't know, i just... please...—"

"you're desperate for it hm?" chris's voice again. "pathetic little slut."

matt pushes the handle back inside you just as chris releases your hair, letting your head fall back on the pillows. they both realize how much you're enjoying this and they're not sure if they're able to handle more of teasing.

"f-fuck," you stutter, your juices dripping down the knife and your thighs. their eyes are glued to your bouncing tits and the way the handle slides in and out of your soaked cunt.

"drippin' all over the bed, holy fuck," matt mutters and you flinch when you hear a faint sudden ripping sound— fabric tearing somewhere close.

"open up," chris commands and you feel his tip brushing over your lips. "yeaaah, and stick out that tongue f'me," he adds when your mouth fell open. he slaps his cock onto your tongue a few times, letting you taste his precum before slowly sliding it in. he's big, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. he groans, letting his head tilt back. "fuck, if your mouth feels like this i can't even imagine how good this pussy is."

"i think m'gonna check that," matt speaks, pulling out the handle of the knife and you hear the ripping sound again. "yeah, baby? want me to check?"

you hum around chris's dick, making it twitch in your mouth. he pulls back a little, letting you suck on his tip. you swirl your tongue around it, moaning when you feel matt's hard cock rubbing up and down your folds, collecting your arousal. he pushes inside just as chris jerks his hips forward, and now they both start fucking you simultaneously— one in your mouth and one in your pussy.

you're a whimpering mess as they overstimulate you in every possible way. but you could feel how much they're holding back. they're just savoring the feeling of you for now. "just like that," matt praises.

"you're takin' us so fuckin' well," chris adds, your moans muffled by his cock.

"you have no idea how pretty you look right now," matt groans, pulling back and teasing your entrance with his tip when he feels you starting to tighten around him. "but maybe we should let her touch us how she wants, what you think, chris?"

"mhm, i'd like to see it."

suddenly you feel empty again. they leave you gasping for air, your pussy clenching around air. then their hands are on your wrists and head, untying you and taking off the blindfold. you blink a few times, the muscles in your arms burning. you rub your wrists, trying to get used to the dim light, heat rushing down between your legs when you see them standing in front of the bed, towering over you, their masks still on but their dicks now free through the gap in their costumes. you looked disheveled, making them smirk.

"she looks fucked out already. think she can take more?" matt tilts his head.

"mhm, i think she can," chris leans closer to your face. "can ya, baby?"

"yes," you nod desperately. "i swear, i can. please."

"awh, she beggin' now. can't say no to that."

"sit up," matt tells you.

you get slightly dizzy from how fast you got up, the whole room buzzing. "now on your knees," he says and they both watch as you obediently sit on your knees on the bed, their cocks just right in front of your face now. you almost moan, seeing how huge they are.

"c'mon, don't be shy now," chris mocks you again.

"you just showed us you can be such a needy slut. you don't wanna disappoint us now, do you?"

you shake your head, "no. of course not."

"then make us proud."

you wrap your both hands around their shaft, starting to pump them slowly as you give their tips a long kitty lick, making them both groan. matt brushes the hair off your face, grabbing it into a messy ponytail. you trail wet kisses up chris's dick, then switching to do the same to matt.

"dirty slut," chris mutters, watching as you take both of their tips into your mouth and suck, then trailing your tongue around it, your hands working the rest of them.

"you were make for this shit," matt chimes in, gripping your hair tighter. "made to suckin' us off and lettin' us fuck you however we want. bet you've dreamed of it this whole time."

"being our friend just to think of our cocks at night. tell us, have you ever touched y'self to the thought of us? hm?"

"imagining how it'd feel to have your holes full of us?"

you moaned out loud, deepthroating matt. he lets out a low moan, his head tilting back. "fuckkk, take it."

your hand keeps jerking off chris, your eyes locked on his mask, sending vibrations to your pussy. matt's hips buck slightly into your mouth while chris watches intently, his cock throbbing in your hand.

suddenly, matt pulls out of your mouth with a pop. "switch," he commands roughly.

chris groans softly as you tilt your head, licking up his cock and then taking him back into your mouth. matt's hand moves over yours to help jerk himself off while you blow his brother. you try to grind against the sheets, their ghostface masks only spurring you on.

after you let go of chris's dick, you kiss their tips and then take both of them into your mouth, fitting the most you could, your hands working the remaining lengths. both of them let out a simultaneous moan as your lips stretch around them.

"holy fuck," chris mutters behind his mask. matt's hand moves to your throat. "such a fuckin' whore for our cocks."

you took most of them, your eyes rolling back as you let out an inaudible sound, then immediately gagging and pulling back, gasping for air, saliva still connecting your lips to their tips. you coughed a few times, lips swollen and puffy.

"look at her, chokin' on our dicks and humpin' the bed like a bitch in heat," matt says with a low chuckle. chris's hand moves to your face, holding your chin up roughly as he speaks. "open," he commands, tapping his gloved finger against your closed mouth. chris pushes two gloved fingers into your open mouth, making you gag again and choke on them. "fuckin' adorable," matt's voice dripping with mockery, watching as chris finger-fucks your mouth.

"this is actually so pathetic," chris says. "you're such a naughty fuckin' girl. what else would you let us do, huh?"

you moan around his fingers, the sound muffled.

"speak up, can't hear ya."

they're humiliating you. this should be embarrassing, you were pathetic.

but you didn't feel any of it. all you felt was desperation and frustration, wanting to finally feel them both. at the same time.

they were making all of your deepest fantasies becoming reality. it's like they figured you out already and maybe they did. maybe they were watching you for a while, noticing how your thighs always pressed together when you saw a man in a mask on the screen. or how you enjoyed when they would insult you for fun. or how pink your cheeks would get when they'd praise you.

they knew. they've been knowing for a while.

you try to speak again, but chris only laughs.

"damn, matt, i think we finally found a way to shut her up."

"right? we should be doing this more often."

chris finally pulls out his fingers, they both noticing how you roll your hips again, desperately trying to find some kind of friction against the sheets.

"so needy you tryna fuck the sheets?" matt asks with a fake disbelief, almost like he was scolding you, when in reality he really enjoyed it.

"do your thing, baby," chris mumbles, holding back a moan when your thumbs brush against his sensitive tip. "there's a pillow right there. show us how bad you want it."

"then maybe, if you're good, we'll give you it."

"i am good," you whine, a small pout growing on your lips. you suck on the head of their dicks again, but matt grabs your chin, stopping you.

"you heard him," he says, voice sharp. "there's a pillow. show us."

you nod, letting go off them and reaching for your biggest pillow. you adjust it on the bed just between your legs, trying to find the most comfortable position that will also feel good. after trying a few angles, you finally start grinding against the material, the edge of it feeling perfectly against your clit.

"how does it feel, hm?" matt asks, his own hand starting to jerk himself off. chris was already thrusting into his fist.

"good...." you mutter, breath hitching.

"eyes on us," chris commands. "watch us while grinding that needy cunt on your pillow."

"shit..." you whimper, rolling your hips harder, the sounds of your sticky walls humping the pillow mix with the wet sounds of chris and matt stroking their dicks just in front of your face. your eyes are fixated on them, moving up to their ghostface masks and back down every now and then. precum was constantly leaking from their tips.

"don't even dare come," chris says, squeezing his hardness. "you only comin' when we let you."

"most likely on our cocks too."

"mhm," you hum and nod, lips parting at the feeling. matt's hand moves faster, his abs tightening. chris licks his bottom lip, breathing heavily under the mask as he watches your tits bounce slightly with each movement.

"you think you could take us both?"

your hips stutter as you keep going, hands gripping the top of the pillow. "at the... uh, at the same time?"

they nod.

"will you... fit? you're huge...—"

chris groans, head tilting back. "fuck, you're... shiit..."

"we will fit," matt assures you, struggling to hold back. "fuck, m'gonna cum."

"she's so fuckin' hot and dirty. fuckin' sexy," chris mumbles.

you're suddenly more focused, still moving but more sloppier now as you lean closer.

they notice, of course.

"fuck, you want it on your face?"

you nod, "yes, please."

when you stick out your tongue again, they slap their dicks against it before continuing to aggressively jerk off. it was all it took for chris to bust, hot drops of cum painting your lips and forehead.

matt growls, grabbing his shaft and rubbing the head against your outstretched tongue. "yeah, just like that, you dirty slut. get it nice 'n wet." he pushes his cock further into your mouth. "gag on it properly."

when he hits the back of your throat and you choke again, he pulls back, giving himself a few more pumps, his release splattering over your cheeks, a few drops landing on your eyebrow. you squint your eyes, swallowing what they left on your tongue, and licking your lips while they ride out their orgasms.

"fuck," chris curses out loud.

matt strokes his softening dick while he catches his breath. "you're so goddamn dirty."

"and you love it," you reply, slowly rolling your hips against the pillow again.

"stop that," they say. chris pulls the pillow out from under you, making you fall on your back. he spreads your legs, exposing your glistening pussy. their cocks throb when they see you've drenched the pillow. "what a fuckin' mess between those legs," matt mutters and they exchange a glance.

he gets on the bed first, leaning back against the headboard and grabbing your wrist. "c'mon, baby. sit on it."

you were more than willing to do so. you straddle his lap, wrapping your hand around him before slowly sinking down onto him. chris already make himself hard again, getting on the bed as well.

your eyes roll back and mouth hangs open when matt fills you to the hilt.

"you wanna try it?" chris's voice comes from behind as he positions himself.

you look over your shoulder, nodding.

"yeah," you say confidently, excited to try something new.

"just tell us if you wanna stop," he says.

"or if it's too much we can switch to something else," matt adds.

"okay, i will."

you lean forward, hands on each side of matt's head as his hands grip your hips. you feel chris spitting on your ass and his hand, smearing it around to use it to lubricate. he presses his head against your hole, giving you time just in case you'd change your mind.

but you didn't.

so he slowly pushes in, making his way through the tightness. "relax f'me," he mumbles, one hand on your lower back, the other one on your ass. your breath hitches, a whimper escaping you at the discomfort that slowly turns into something more pleasant. "good, just like that... you're doin' so well," he praises. your eyes flutter close as he works himself deeper, matt stroking your sides to help your body relax. "yeah, almost there... mhmmm, here we go... you got it. all good?"

"mhm," you hum, head falling onto matt's shoulder.

"use your words."

"y-yeah, its... its good... feels good..."

"gonna start movin', a'ight?"

"yeah."

the feeling of them both slowly starting to move makes you gasp. you're stuffed completely, stretched by their cocks in ways that you only used to dream of.

"mhmmm, just like that," matt groans, hands moving back to your hips as he thrusts up into your wet cunt.

you lift your head, gripping the sheets as they fuck you, the sounds of skin slapping against skin echoes in the room along with your broken cries and their grunts of pleasure. chris's hand wraps around your throat, their cocks sliding in and out of your holes with ease thanks to how wet you are. "takin' the two of us like a fuckin' champ, baby."

"oh— ahh, oh god..." your sounds are uncontrollable as they pick up their speed, their dicks hitting all of the spots just right, dragging against your sensitive walls, overstimulating you to the point where your eyes start watering.

"so fuckin' tight..." matt mumbles, fingers digging into your skin. chris slaps your ass, squezzing your throat slightly, making you moan, a few tears running down your face from pleasure. matt angles his hips just perfectly to hit your cervix while chris pulls you back onto his cock. your pussy starts clenching around matt tightly, desperate to find the release you need.

"you like our masks, baby?" chris asks, his breathing uneven. "you like two ghostfaces fuckin' you?"

"you feel so perfect 'round us," matt praises. "feelin' us deep, yeah?"

you nod weakly, eyes rolling back.

"fuck, she's grippin' me so tight," matt mumbles.

chris smirks under the mask. "you wanna cum, hm?"

"please, i... i can't anymore... it hurts," you whine, biting down on your lip, trying to hold back the growing feeling in your lower belly, but it was only getting stronger with each second.

"matt, what you think? should we let her?"

"hmm, i don't know... fuckkk," he moans, feeling you clenching around him. "she was good for us, wasn't she?"

"yeaaah... think so..." chris slaps your ass again, pounding into you.

"good..." you repeat weakly after them. "was good..."

"you like being stuffed full, huh?" matt thrusts up into you harder, the bed starts hitting the wall. "c'mon baby, let it go. cum all over those cocks."

you let out a high pitched moan, crying out their names as the pleasure washes over you. your walls clamp down around them, your whole body shakes, the liquid squirting out of you in waves as you come, gasping for air. they both almost lose it, feeling your sudden gush of fluids between them.

"fuckkkk," chris moans, his balls slapping against your ass, adding to the sensation.

"holy shit..."

they fuck you through your orgasm, letting you completely soak their cocks and the bed, finding it incredibly hot. your body feels so weak that if they weren't holding your hips and ass, you would've collapsed on matt completely.

your makeup was completely ruined by their cum on your face, mascara smeared from the tears. you were a mess, whimpering softly and gripping the sheets for support as they keep going.

"fuck, she looks so pretty," matt comments.

"should we take a picture?" chris spanks your ass again, leaving red marks on your skin. "hm, baby? wanna have somethin' to look at when you alone?"

"mmmh...." you hum and nod, letting out a faint cry. there was no break, whenever chris slides out matt pushes deep inside, making you see stars.

you don't even realize when chris's phone gets right in front of your face, his hand sliding up your neck to grab your chin, cheeks squeezed slightly.

"smile, baby. you on camera."

you don’t even remember what started it. something small. stupid. the kind of thing that always seems to set chris off when he’s already had a long day.

maybe it was the way you rolled your eyes when he told you to “sit still.” maybe it was the way you muttered, “make me,” under your breath, just loud enough for him to hear.

but whatever it was, it’s what got you here. bent over his lap, palms braced against the bed, his big hand rubbing slow circles into the curve of your lower back.

deceptively gentle.

“you really don’t know when to shut that mouth, do you?” chris’s voice is low, rough, the edge of amusement curling around his words.

you sniffle, already pouty, cheeks hot and eyes glassy. “you were being mean,” you mumble, your voice small, shaky.

“mean?” he repeats, clicking his tongue. “no, baby. this?” his hand slides down, tracing the hem of your shorts before tugging them down, slow. “this is me teachin’ you a lesson.”

the cool air hits your skin, and you squirm, embarrassed and already flustered. “chris…”

“nah, none of that. not when you’ve been mouthing off all day.” his palm rests heavy on you, a quiet warning before the first strike lands.

it’s sharp. enough to make you gasp, body jolting. the sting blooms fast, spreading heat across your skin.

“count,” he says simply.

you whimper. “chris, please—”

his hand tightens around your hip. “count.”

“o-one.”

the next one lands harder, the sound echoing through the room.

“two,” you breathe out, voice trembling.

“good girl,” he murmurs, almost too soft, and it just makes the ache in your chest worse. you bite your lip, trying not to cry, but the tears build anyway. slow and hot, slipping down your cheeks one by one.

he spanks you again, the smack louder this time, and you let out a broken little sound, part moan, part sob.

“that the attitude wearin’ off yet?” he asks, leaning down close to your ear. his breath is warm against your skin. “or you need a few more to remember how to talk to me?”

“n-no more,” you stammer, voice shaking. “i’m sorry, i’ll be good, i promise.”

he hums, like he’s deciding whether to believe you, thumb rubbing a lazy line over the sore skin. “you always say that,” he mutters, “and then you go runnin’ that pretty mouth again.”

“i won’t,” you plead. “i won’t, chris, please—”

the sound of his name falling from your lips that way makes something in him shift. his hand softens, caressing instead of punishing, rubbing warmth back into your skin.

“look at you,” he says quietly. “cryin’ like a baby, just ‘cause i had to remind you who’s in charge.”

you hiccup, trying to wipe at your tears, but your hands are trembling too much.

he chuckles, low and rough. “you’re lucky you’re cute when you cry,” he says, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “otherwise i’d really have to teach you what mean looks like.”

you turn your head just enough to meet his gaze, eyes wide, red-rimmed, lips parted. “i didn’t mean to make you mad,” you whisper. “just wanted your attention.”

he exhales, something softer flickering through his expression. “you always got my attention, sweetheart. don’t need to act out for it.”

he helps you sit up, pulling you into his lap, one big hand cradling the back of your head as he presses a kiss to your temple. you melt against him, small and shaky, your fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt.

“hurts,” you mumble against his chest.

“i know,” he says, stroking your hair. “that’s the point. maybe next time, you’ll listen when i tell you to behave.”

“mhm.” you nod, still sniffly. “sorry.”

he smirks, the edge of his usual attitude slipping back in. “yeah, you will be.”

“chris…” you look up at him, eyes watery but soft, that little pout he can never resist.

he sighs, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “fine. c’mere. i’ll make it better.”

and when he kisses you slow, deep, his hand still warm against the small of your back, you know he already has.

a/n — so sorry this is so embarrassingly pathetically late, short, and shitty!! such a busy week!!!!

the room smelled faintly of wood and something sharp, like dust and old pine. the cabin was barely lit, only the camcorder light cutting across your skin as you crawled forward on the bed, giving him a show. your knee-high socks brushed against the sheets, your shirt stretched tight over your chest with no bra underneath. you could feel him watching—more than that, recording. you weren’t just putting on for matt; you were putting on for the camera, too.

“do you like that, jason?” you teased softly, rocking your hips back just a little further.

his breath grew heavier through the mask, but he didn’t answer—he couldn’t. his only reply was the way his free hand came down hard on your ass, the smack echoing against the cabin walls. you yelped but arched deeper, the sting spreading through your skin as he rubbed the mark in slow circles.

you glanced back over your shoulder, catching the glint of the mask in the camcorder’s red glow. his head dipped once in a sharp nod, silent approval.

then his thumb pressed over the damp spot at the crotch of your shorts, stroking it lazily while the camera stayed fixed on you. the fabric was already darkening beneath his touch, every pass of his thumb dragging slick across the cotton.

“matt,” you gasped, though it felt wrong to say his name with him dressed like this. the silence was heavier than any words he could’ve given you.

in the next second, his grip tightened on your hip and he yanked you back roughly, forcing you to stay on all fours. he tore the shorts down to your thighs with a single pull, leaving you exposed under the hot light of the camcorder.

you flipped yourself onto your back, your chest heaving as you kicked the shorts off the rest of the way. he stood at the foot of the bed, mask staring down at you, camera still steady in one hand.

you spread your legs slowly, deliberately, and slid a hand down your belly until your fingers brushed between your folds. “is this what you want?” you whispered to him, to the camera, to both.

your fingers circled your clit, slick gathering quick as you arched under your own touch. matt groaned low, the sound muffled behind the hockey mask, and you caught sight of his other hand shifting over the front of his work pants. he palmed himself while he recorded you spreading open for him, your fingers glistening in the dim light.

you moaned louder than you needed to, playing it up for the camcorder as you pushed two fingers inside yourself. your walls fluttered around them, and the sound of your slick echoed faintly in the quiet cabin.

that was all he could take. he dropped the camera to the mattress just long enough to fumble with his belt, the sound of the buckle sharp as it came undone. he freed himself without hesitation, his cock hard and leaking as he kicked his heavy boots apart for leverage.

he didn’t take anything off. not the mask. not the green jacket. just shoved his pants down far enough to push inside.

he hiked a knee onto the bed and lined himself up, dragging his tip through your folds, teasing you with every shallow thrust forward. you whimpered as he pushed the head in only an inch, only to pull back out again.

“please,” you whined, arching up toward him.

his hand then moved to slap across your thigh before gripping it hard, pinning you open. he angled the camcorder down to capture the way his cock slid against you, smearing your wetness over the thick swollen head.

when he finally pressed in, it was deep and slow. you gasped loud enough to make the camera tremble in his grip, your nails digging into the sheets.

he fucked into you with brutal force, pulling you closer every time his hips snapped forward. one hand clamped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head swim. then it shifted—gripping your jaw, slapping your cheek, then tugging hard on one of your ponytails until your neck craned forward, he wanted you to see it all.

your camp crystal lake shirt bunched in his fist, the fabric stretching while he grunted through the mask. your tits bounced with every thrust.

your cries echoed through the cabin, each moan sharper than the last.

at one point, you snatched the camcorder from his grip, holding it up so it caught the mask above you and your own spread thighs below. the frame shook with every snap of his hips, until your arms gave out and you handed it back to him.

he set it down near the pillows, angled so it could catch both of you as he flipped you onto your stomach. he yanked you up by the back of your neck, pounding into you from behind, your cheek soon pressed to the sheets.

the bedframe creaked with every thrust, wood groaning like it might give out beneath you. you moaned into the sheets, the camera catching your subtle movements as your body bucked forward with each snap of his hips.

“oh my god—” you gasped, voice breaking as your orgasm slammed through you. your body shook, walls squeezing him tight, but he didn’t slow down. he chased you through it, forcing you to take every rough thrust until you were dripping down your thighs.

he flipped you back over, spreading your legs wide again as he drove into you harder, faster. your knees trembled as a second orgasm broke through, wrecking you further until you were crying out, nearly incoherent.

that was when he followed, groaning deep and guttural as he emptied himself inside you.

“hmmffph.. mm-” he stuffed you full, his thrusts slowing only when you were shaking apart beneath him.

grabbing the camcorder, he pulled out and angled it down to show the mess he left behind—cum leaking down your swollen pussy, your thighs trembling as you spread yourself wider for the lens.

he smacked your pussy once, the wet sound filling the cabin, making you whimper as your body jerked.

the recording ended with your eroded body on display, thighs slick and trembling, lips parted in shallow breaths.

matt leaned down, bracing himself over you. the mask was hot and suffocating, so you reached up and pulled it off, revealing his flushed face and damp hair clinging to his forehead.

he kissed you deep, breathless, his lips rough against yours.

when he finally pulled back, his voice was ragged against your mouth. “that’s my girl.”

matt had came to you, a tired look in his eyes which told you he needed to feed. and you knew what it meant—animal blood wasn’t enough. he needed you.

“please..” he whispered, tucking his face into your neck as he started to place small kisses along your skin there. “need you..”

you smiled, pulling him back from yourself to look him in the eyes. “need me that bad baby?” you asked and he nodded quick without a second guess.

so you grabbed the collar of his shirt and let him walk you backwards, your back pressing against the wall. a cool contrast to the way his gaze was burning into you.

and that’s where you were at now.

matt’s face pressed to your neck as his teeth broke skin—small drops of crimson dripping down around his mouth. he was being messy—careless even—with the way he was taking what he wanted.

each swallow he made came with a desperate groan of approval at the taste of you. usually he was careful and checking in to make sure you were okay.

but not tonight. no—tonight he was greedy.

“matt.” you whispered, dragging a hand up his back to his head, threading your fingers into his hair. you gave a tug at his locks, just enough that made him whine against your skin.

you smirked at the sound, feeling the way his body was beginning to rock into your own. his hips rutting against you, and you could feel the bulge in his jeans.

you weren’t even sure if he had noticed himself—too lost in feeding off of you.

you hummed, tilting your head to the side a little more so he could get a better angle as your free hand slid down between you, undoing his belt until you slipped into his jeans.

matt gasped against your neck at the contact—his teeth unlatching to pull away from you. his lips were smeared in red, a string of spit connecting him to the spot he was just feeding at.

“wh-what’re you doing?” he whispered, eyes flicking down to watch how your hand wrapped around his aching cock. the sight had him twitching in your hand, your wrist moving slowly.

“m’making you feel good baby, is that okay?” you murmured, letting your hand stop the slow stroking motion you had going. he whined at the loss of friction, his hips rutting forward.

he nodding frantically, his head tipping forward to rest against your shoulder. you smirked, moving your hand again, faster this time.

“c’mon baby. you wanna keep feeding, right?” you asked, the hand in his hair tugging again to move him back to where he was before. and it didn’t take much time before his teeth were sinking into your skin again.

“thaat’s it,” you coaxed, tightening your grip around him. “good boy… take what you need.” you cooed, your own eyes fluttering closed at the pain radiating from your neck, a few sounds slipping from your lips.

his hips didn’t stop rutting into your hand—each moment that passed, the more tense he became and you knew he was getting close. he was already so close before you even started.

“be good and cum for me matt.” you breathed against his ear, your hand stroking him now in time with his thrusts. and that was all it took.

the noise he made was wrecked, a choked whimper as he shuddered against you. his feeding turned frantic and sloppy while hot white ropes spilled over your hand and the front of his jeans.

he clung tighter to you—still drinking from you and whining like he couldn’t stop.

but after a few moments when he finally pulled back, his eyes were hooded. lips and chin stained red, chest heaving—and you couldn’t help the smug little smile tugging at your lips as your other hand left his hair, brushing your thumb over his mouth.

you gathered some blood off his lips with your thumb, bringing it to his mouth and he opened instantly, letting you slip inside his mouth. his lips closed around the digit, sucking it clean.

“so messy for me matty.”