estrella

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your stargirl, estrella

it’s been a little while since you’ve seen your boy toy. midterms were around the corner, and you had no time to engage in distracting events with chris.

being the annoying tease he is, he’d sent pictures of himself in bed, his long hair covering his droopy blue eyes. pouty lips. he needed help. last night, he sent a video of himself in his dark bedroom. whimpering moans from his throat as he cried for his mama. he couldn’t wait long. he’d remember your long nails, your sultry voice, and lingering touch. making a mess in his sweatpants.

“fuckin’ sticky.” he’d sigh. “guess i have to clean up since someone else won’t.”

don’t get it wrong, there’s nothing else you wanted more than to shut his mouth by shoving your fingers inside. you warned him a week prior about your exams. you’d be distant and busy. not on purpose, you had other priorities than your clingy boy.

you sent him a heart so you wouldn’t leave him on read.

the next day, you spent the morning in sweatpants and a big t-shirt studying. countless energy drinks on the ground, along with sticky notes plastered around your walls. you had lunch with a friend so you could see the sun again and reconnect with the outside world.

the evening, you went back to studying since your hefty midterm was in less than forty-eight hours. invested in your laptop, typing away, your phone buzzed. a new text message from chris.

imessage: from: "chris" “miss you, can i come over?”

imessage: from: "mamas" “studying.”

imessage: from: "chris" “you’re always studying.”

imessage: from: "mamas" “im in college christopher.”

imessage: from: "chris" “when will you be done?”

you rolled your eyes, frustrated because staying at home on a friday night wasn’t your ideal plan while your friend group was at a house party.

imessage: from: "mamas" “chris, i don’t know. let me study."

imessage: from: "chris" “wait! i got a haircut.”

imessage: from: "mamas" “yeah? lms.”

chris sent a video of himself tossing his hair in the back of a car. the red shirt made him look attractive, along with the new haircut. he looked so fucking good.

imessage: from: "mamas" “where are you?”

imessage: from: "chris" “home..?”

imessage: from: "mamas" “come over, don’t knock.”

imessage: from: "chris" “omw.”

didn’t take long for chris to come over since he lived a block away. out of breath, he stood outside your house door. swiftly, you brought him upstairs before your little brother or mother could hear.

“what changed your mind?” chris smiles with glee, cheesing at the fact he hasn’t seen you in so long.

“you look so good, the haircut suits you,” you reply, your voice low as you lock your door behind you. the dim candle illuminates the dark room.

“you like it?” “it’s different than what im used to.” chris ruffled his hair with his hand. “looks really good, let me prove it to you,” you whisper in a soft voice as you slip your hand behind his neck, bringing him closer to you as your lips connect.

instantly chris wrapped his arms around your waist. whined in the kiss. “missed you so much, don’t understand.”

you pulled back, you pushed him gently on his shoulders, making him kneel down. his blue eyes looked up with a puppy look. god, you missed this. your sweet boy that worshipped you.

you ran your fingers through his hair, across his jaw, and tilted his head up by his chin. “smart boy. you knew i’d be attracted to your haircut. you look so good for me.”

chris nodded his head, “mhm! had to get your attention somehow.” you coo, bringing your lips closer to him, bending.

“missed your mama?”

“so much.” his eyes stared at yours; he couldn’t look away. they drove them in a daze with your intimidating gaze.

“yeah i could tell. making a mess of yourself. needy boy.”

“i’m so sorry, ma, it’s been a while,” he whined, his hands on his knees, nervously rubbing his thighs.

“why couldn’t you have some alone time to yourself, hmm? you whisper in his ear, kneeling down to come to his level. you lips on his neck under his ear. your hand trailing down to his growing erection.

“not the same.” he whined, his head leaned back against the bed. “need you.”

“need who, baby? say my name.” you look straight at him, those puppy dog eyes.

“gosh, my mama. needed my mama,” he whispered before pulling you onto his lap. your lips connect, heated kissing as you let your hands roam in his hair. chris’s hands wandered on your hips. trailing up, feeling that you’re bare under the big t-shirt.

“can i?” he asked gently, you smiled at your nervous boy. god, this was the distraction you needed.

you nodded your head yes, chris lifting the shirt off your body. your tits are on display. chris’s eyes in awe. “so pretty, ma.”

“thank you, doll.” you smile before bringing his lips close again. your hands trail down to his bulging boner. heavy breathing through the kiss as his hands caressed your tits. it’s cute. chris wouldn’t know how to fondle your tits, yet he loved having them in his hands.

“relax for me, baby boy, mama’s got you,” you whisper, his face red. lips were pink and apart as he remained with the puppy doll look.

you pulled down his sweatpants along with his boxers. you aligned your clothed heat with his bare bulge.

delighted sighs from chris’s lips. “god, i missed you.” he held onto your hips as you humped through your shorts. your tits bounced as you moved.

“i know, baby, relax,” you whisper, moving your hips against his cock. you could feel yourself starting to soak your panties. you sighed in satisfaction, leaning your head back and holding onto his shoulders. “mama,” he’d whine, his own hips jolting against yours.

“pretty boy, you wanna feel mama’s pussy?” you look down at him. your tits against his chest. “god, yes, please.” he exhaled. he needed this so bad. his cock ached at night when he needed you. he made up excuses about not being able to sleepover at andrew’s because he knew he couldn’t keep himself from you.

you kiss his pouty lips before removing your shorts, and your thin panties move to the side. aligning yourself so his aching cock was right in place on your clothed clit.

“i can’t wait, baby boy,” you whine as you grind a little quicker on his cock.

“for what?” chris hitched, he held onto your hips harder because the sudden warmth and slick from your pussy.

“to actually have your dick in me.” “im going to be your first time pretty boy,” you whispered in his ear as you continued moving your hips.

“wait, ma’ don’t say that,” he groaned, his stomach stirred. the idea of him acting being inside you drove him crazy.

“what? i know you’ve been thinking about it, baby. actually being in mama’s pussy. feeling how tight i am, how good i am going to feel around your cock. you’re gonna love it,” you teased, you quickened your pace.

“don’t you wanna fuck me, baby? let your load inside me? give me your first time? let me be your first pussy.”

“mama! you’re gonna make me cum.” chris mewled. his eyes squeezed shut, trying his hardest not to finish so quickly at your dirty talk.

“yeah? just wait to come inside me, chrissy. let it all go inside me. cum inside me, all over my tummy, you could mark me as yours. the same way i’m going to keep your virginity.” “come on, baby, come for mama?”

you moved your hips steadily, almost mimicking the movements of riding him. your tits bounced in his face, and his stomach tightened. your cum seeping through your panties onto him, your tits in his face, the naughty image of him actually thrusting inside you for the first time. making his mouth agape as he held onto your hips, cumming under you. “fuck, fuckkkk.” he seethed.

“there you are, let it out, baby.” you console, your orgasm close as chris’s cum squirts on your sopped panties. “can’t wait to fuck you, chrissy!” you moan, the actual idea of chris losing his virginity to you made you lose your edge.

nervous, pouty chris, thrusting sloppily, overwhelmed by the new feeling of your pussy engulfing his cock. bottoming out, hitting your cervix just right. god, you needed to control yourself. letting yourself get carried away, your orgasm flows through you, just humping on chris’s cock.

“fuck.” chris watched, you looked so fucking sexy. rutting yourself on him. “missed my mama.” he grabbed your neck, bringing your lips to a sloppy kiss as you slowed yourself down, bringing your hips to a stop.

“god, this haircut looks so good on you, baby.” chris smiled sheepishly, “thank you, mama.”

“come surprise me again, maybe it’ll be your first time.”

ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀᴇʀꜱ ....

ᴄʜʀɪꜱᴛᴏᴘʜᴇʀ ɪꜱ … ᴀ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ, ᴛᴀʟᴋᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ, ꜱɴᴇᴀᴋʏ, ɪɴᴛʀɪɢᴜɪɴɢ, ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛɪɴɢ, ɪɴᴛᴏxɪᴄᴀᴛɪɴɢ, ᴄʜᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ, ʜᴀɴᴅꜱᴏᴍᴇ, ᴛʜʀɪʟʟɪɴɢ, ᴅᴇᴄᴇɪᴛꜰᴜʟ, ᴇxᴘʟᴏɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ, ᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴏɴɪꜱᴛɪᴄ, ᴇɴɢᴀɢɪɴɢ.

ᴀ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ, ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴅᴀᴢᴇ, ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋʙᴏɴᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄᴜᴛ, ᴀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅʀᴏᴏʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴛᴏxɪᴄ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ.

"ᴡʜʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴍᴇ?"

ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡ ɪꜱ … ᴀ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ, ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ, ᴛᴇʀʀɪꜰʏɪɴɢ, ᴜɴꜱᴇᴛᴛʟɪɴɢ, ʜᴀɴᴅꜱᴏᴍᴇ, ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ, ᴀ ʟɪᴀʀ, ᴀ ᴘꜱʏᴄʜᴏᴘᴀᴛʜ, ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ, ꜱᴀᴅɪꜱᴛɪᴄ, ᴀᴡᴋᴡᴀʀᴅ, ᴀʙᴀɴᴅᴏɴᴇᴅ, ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ.

ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴇᴀʀɴ ꜰᴏʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴀ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ, ɪɴᴛɪᴍɪᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ, ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʟɪᴘꜱ, ᴀ ᴄʏɴɪᴄᴀʟ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪxᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ.

"ᴡʜʏ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ?"

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ … ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜꜱᴇᴅ, ᴅʀᴀᴡɴ ᴛᴏᴏ, ʜᴜʀᴛ, ᴛᴇʀʀɪꜰɪᴇᴅ, ɪɴᴛʀɪɢᴜᴇᴅ, ɪɴᴠᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ, ɢᴜʟʟɪʙʟᴇ, ᴄᴏɴꜰʟɪᴄᴛᴇᴅ, ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀᴛɪᴢᴇᴅ, ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ, ꜱᴄᴀʀʀᴇᴅ.

ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛɴᴇꜱꜱ ʟᴀᴄᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ, ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅꜱ, ᴀɴxɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ᴄʜᴇᴡᴇᴅ ɴᴀɪʟꜱ, ʙʀᴜɪꜱᴇᴅ ᴋɴᴇᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, ᴅʀɪᴇᴅ ᴍᴀꜱᴄᴀʀᴀ, ꜱᴍᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ ʟɪᴘꜱᴛɪᴄᴋ, ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ꜱᴄᴀʀʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴇᴘʟʏ ɪɴᴠᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ.

"ᴡʜʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ?"

please note: this is a story of fiction. names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishment events, or leads is entirely coincidental. 

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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀꜱ

ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʟʟᴏᴏɴ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ - ᴄ.ꜱ

ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʟʟᴏᴏɴ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀꜱ - ᴄ.ꜱ + ᴍ.ꜱ

stomach churning, anxiety rushing through your veins. you stare at your phone in agony. "god, why won't he text back?" you missed him. you didn't understand the concept of your relationship; you weren't dating, but you weren't friends either. you couldn't stand the fact that your phone wouldn't ring. biting your nails, pacing a hole in your bedroom floor. "is it me?" "did i do something wrong?"

after two minutes, then twenty, two hours, twenty hours. "why won't he text me back?"

the burning delivered notification made your legs tremble more. your heart clenched. "is this the end of us?" you'd think.

you couldn't take it anymore. frantically grabbing your phone. you'd see the red numbers on your digital clock. 2:30am. he's away on tour. it's late for you, but perfect for him. your eyes burned with sleepiness while your heart seeped despair.

"how do i tell you i miss you without telling you?" you questioned yourself. your hands in your hair, hot tears dwelled in your eyes. "fuck this."

"matt, are you not going to talk to me?' you sent.

two minutes, twenty, an hour.

"seen."

"typing..."

"seen."

"typing..."

a pattern.

"sorry, been busy."

your fingers twiddled, your heart racing. your stomach queasy. while you texted him, his thumbs switched to another chat.

"hey, you up? want you so bad rn."

"seen."

"typing..."

"seen."

"typing..."

new message!

it’s been months since the balloon killer appeared in your bedroom. the itchy feeling of chris’s hands on your skin hasn’t gone away. you missed him. god, you were so worried. where could he be?

the eerie balloon messages around ucla continued. but they were more malicious. violent slashings, hurtful words plastered on the victim’s body, and the last victim had a bite mark on her neck.

you couldn’t believe that this was chris’s doing. it couldn’t be. not your childhood best friend. you shooed him away and couldn’t find him again. you’ve gone from party to party, marking yourself as bait for the killer to catch, only this time, you didn’t plan on it.

your twenty-first birthday was tonight. you friends decided to throw a house party, considering it was also the end of the semester. the balloon killer didn’t once cross your mind, but oh, you were the only thing on his.

your friends thought it would be a fun idea for a themed party. the theme set was a masquerade. it seemed odd at first, but the idea of being hidden behind a persona seemed thrilling. it also hid the killer's face perfectly.

after countless hours of dress up, mix and matching outfits, and smudged eyeliner, time crept, and it was time to leave.

a striking outfit was necessary for your birthday party. a dark red dress that flowed at your knees and tied behind your neck. the glitter spray shimmered across the fabric along with your skin. the matching mask covered around your eyes and cheeks, just your glossed lips were shown. enough for the killer to recognize.

drinks flowed and music pounced. intoxicated dancing and second-hand smoke lingered. laughing and gossiping shared around the room, along with the casual groping and steamy kissing in various parts of the house.

burning alcohol down your throat made you lose a bit of your stability. your vision hazed as your legs stumbled. one shot, another shot. music blaring in your ears as you danced with your friends. “happy birthday!” shrieks along with happy glees of finishing a semester of college.

it seemed like an average college party night, except you didn’t anticipate an uninvited guest. as your mind was delirious, you felt rough hands reach your waist. a tall gentleman in black jeans, along with a buttoned-up shirt. his full-faced mask intrigued you more.

his hands roamed across your dress, then up to your shoulders. moving you around the dance floor, carefree.

as your mind was clouded, you didn’t notice that this gentleman had gotten closer, closer to the point where you could see his ravishing blue eyes.

“would you accompany me upstairs? i’d like to be alone with you.” his voice was deep and raspy underneath the mask, as if his voice was velvet.

your stomach churned, you took his hand, heading up to the bedroom of the house. immediately shutting the door, he led you to the white bed. sitting in front of him, he lifted your head with his hand. your neck exposed. in the dark bedroom, the only light was the moonlight through the window, and the gentleman removed his mask. his chapped lips kissing your soft neck, he opened his mouth agape. his lips sucked as your head leaned back.

your vision was blurred, you couldn’t see the man's face clearly. you could make out his deep, dusky ocean eyes. the sensation of his lips on your neck. aroused, soft moans left your lips while your hand made its way in his long, dark hair.

“i’ve missed you,” he whispered in your ear. his teeth sank into your neck like a vampire. “ow!” you wince. his lips taste the metallic liquid drip from the small puncture.

you push him away, your hand holding onto his bite. “what are you talking about?” you whisper, confused, you blink. the pain from his sharp teeth sobered you just a bit.

“don’t recognize me, darling? let’s take this off.” his hand removed your string mask, and the felt piece dropped onto the floor.

your eyes watered as you blinked, your brain and memories recognizing the man's face clearly, who stood in front of you. memories of ice cream trucks, family dinners, playground games, first kisses, and high school dares.

your heart pounded, you knew his face. you recognized those blue eyes. but, they weren’t the ones you fell in love with.

“matthew?” “oh, you remember me, darling?” he smirked, his hand wiped the blood on his lip.

“how? what? what are you doing here?” you questioned, extremely dazed and confused.

“since you didn’t give me a birthday present on our birthday. i thought i’d give you one on yours,” he smiled maliciously, those blue eyes darkened. your body jolts with fear.

“what are you talking about?”

“i know you called the cops on chris. all he wanted was to love you. accept him. you didn’t.” matthew’s jaw tightened.

“where is he?” you stood up, frantic. matt didn’t move back.

“don’t know. he ran away from home once you betrayed him.” “didn’t even celebrate our birthday together.” “since you took away something i love, i’m going to take away the reason why he left.”

matthew moved away your hand from your neck, his hand on your mouth, while he sank his teeth again.

muffled screams in his hand, you tried to pry off his large hands, but his grip was too strong. the pain on your neck was excruciating.

“those murders weren’t chris. they were me, darling.” matt seethes into your ear, his hand not budging.

“matt, please!” you cried into his hand. you felt blood drip down your neck, staining his white shirt.

“i can’t find him, so now he can’t find you.” his hand moved to your neck, his fingers crushing your throat. you gasped for air, you tried removing his crushing hand.

“say it, say it. who am i?” the killer removed his hand, watching you fall to the ground, gasping for air.

“killer! you’re a killer!” you wheezed.

“i always thought christopher was a lousy murderer. ‘the balloon killer’”. what a stupid name.”

as you’re on the ground, gasping for air, blood seeped out of your neck, and your vision is blurry. you heard pounding on the bedroom door. “matthew, let me in!”

"uh oh, he's here," matthew said in a sing-song tone. reaching for his pocket, he pulled out a small switchblade that swiftly opened. he let the tip bruise your neck. whining from the pain on your neck, you couldn't push him away.

"tell him. tell him how much you've missed him."

"let me in matt!" chris yelled through the loud house music, his heavy boots kicking the doorknob.

you sobbed, terrified that matthew grew up into a vicious murderer.

with a harsh kick, chris bursts into the room, immediately tackling matt to the ground. the switchblade flew out of his hand and onto the floor. “where the fuck have you been chris?” matt yelled, “you abandoned me for her!”

“i had to run away, i knew i couldn’t continue the murders. you're psychotic!” chris ducked from matt’s pummels.

“you don’t love her. she tried taking you away from me!” “you’re my brother!”

“matt please, this isn’t her fault!”

“you don’t get to play hero, christopher.” matt had chris on the ground, his hands around his neck. matt felt a sharp pain in the center of his back. “let him go, or i’ll shove this in you,” you threatened, holding the same switchblade he had on your neck.

matthew froze. his chest rose and fell against your blade.

“do it’ he whispered, “prove it, you’re just like me.” your hands trembled. your eyes watered, you couldn’t. these were the boys you loved, you grew up with. you loved them.

“do it!” he released chris. immediately, chris pushed him to the side, pinning him to the ground.

“matthew, this has gone too far.” “i can’t let you hurt her more.”

“i spend countless nights listening to you cry about her. you left me. you left me alone with these heinous thoughts.” “i have too.”

you trembled as your hands dropped the knife. “go, run.”

“what?” chris looked back at you, extremely confused.

“i let you run, now it’s his turn. run. i won’t call the police, i won’t tell anyone. run.”

matthew’s breath caught. he stared at you. not angry, not wild, just… empty. chris loosened his grip, eyes flicking between the two of you. “you can’t be serious.”

“i am,” you whispered. “this ends now.” matthew sat up slowly. his face was unreadable, blood dripping from his mouth. “you always were the soft one,” he muttered. he staggered to his feet. no one moved.

at the doorway, he picked up his mask and looked back one last time. his eyes met yours. “i loved you too,” he said. “in my own way.” “yet, you chose chris.” then he was gone.

the silence that followed felt louder than the music still thumping in the background. chris collapsed to the floor, shaking. you stood still, staring at the doorway like he might walk back through it.

“i don’t know if i did the right thing,” you said.

chris didn’t answer. he didn’t have to.

“you saved him,” chris said quietly. “but at what cost?” “he’ll be back,” you whispered. chris didn’t reply. after a moment, he stood up quietly, looking down at you.

“i can’t leave him alone.” “im sorry.” “chris, no, please!’ you pleaded, but he slipped out the door without a word. you were left alone in the fading shadows.

a faint creak echoed from just beyond the door. you froze. when you looked, there was nothing there.

the nightmare wasn’t over.

a few days later, the soft hum of the television was the only sound in your quiet bedroom. you sat curled up on your canopy bed, the room dim and heavy with silence. your eyes were fixed on the flickering screen.

the news anchor’s voice broke through the stillness, calm but urgent:

“… in breaking developments regarding the recent string of murders caused by the 'balloon killer, ' police have revealed a startling new detail. the balloon killer is not a lone wolf, but identical brothers believed to be working together in these horrific crimes. authorities warn the public to remain alert as the investigation continues.”

grainy black-and-white surveillance footage played on the screen: two shadowy figures moving in eerie synchronicity through a foggy street, their faces obscured, but unmistakably alike.

your breath hitched. you clenched your fists, the puncture from days ago still on your neck, bandaged.

the past wasn’t done with you. and neither were they.

the room was silent except for the soft ticking of the clock on the wall. your telephone rang sharply against the nightstand, breaking the stillness. your breath caught.

with trembling fingers, you answered, voice barely more than a whisper. “hello?”

a low, chilling voice whispered back, “did you really think it was over?”

“where are you?” your hands gripped the telephone.

a low, chilling voice whispered back, “i thought you wanted to be away from us."

“i did… i do.”

“yeah? then say it.”

your voice was quiet, a thousand thoughts ran through your head.

“that’s what i thought. open the door,” the line crackled and went silent. you sat frozen, heart pounding, caught between the desperate need to escape and the undeniable pull to stay.