#ghostface!chris

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."

Money was tight. You were a broke college student, and there wasn’t much you could do to have such a flexible schedule. Of course, this wasn’t the only option to be a camgirl. You tried to work in fast food, but people were so dense, retail was worse, and you couldn’t handle people raising their voices at you. So instead, you stayed at your house in the evenings and streamed late at night, when you were done studying.

It wasn’t ideal, but it was the best you could do right now, plus it meant almost zero interaction with people face-to-face. It put you at ease knowing all you had to do was talk to the camera and not to an actual person while doing things. True, the live streams were live, but it was much better than working the drive-through. And the best part? You got paid, and you didn’t have to show your face.

Currently, you are sitting on your floor, laptop positioned in front of you, giving the camera a perfect view of your dripping cunt. “Let’s get to the top three streamers tonight,” you said, fingers tracing over your slick folds. The comments flooded, and the gifts poured in, the dings and beeps filling the room. “Thank you,” you smiled, teasing your entrance with one of your many dildos. Suddenly, an image of confetti appeared on your screen, the gift meter reaching the top of the bar. The sound startled you a bit, not expecting them to reach the goal this fast, causing your hand to jolt forward and the dildo to slip further into your warmth.

“Fuck…” you moaned out fucking the dildo in and out of your tight cunt. The notification went off again, with big, bold letters displaying the words “Congratulations” across your screen. You sat up, trying to get a better look at the screen while keeping your face hidden. “Freshlove, thank you so much for 1000 perks,” you smiled, blowing a kiss to the camera as you planted the dildo onto the floor.

Chris, on the other side of the screen, watched as you fucked yourself on the dildo, bouncing up and down on the toy, hands kneading your breasts. “You guys treat me so well,” your voice came through the screen, leaving a smirk on Chris’ face. He was your most loyal watcher, sending you gifts and comments all the time. He was always the first to arrive on your streams and the last to leave. Little did you know, he had been stalking you. Watching your every move, online and in person. He knew everything about you, your favorite color, movie, and the perfume you wore every day.

The online stuff was easy to find out; your whole life was on social media, you posted a lot, daily updates, everything. Which led him to figure out who you were, and finding your account, he was your only viewer who knew what you looked like. And he aimed to keep it that way; you were his dream girl after all.

An hour later, you were sitting in bed after taking a shower, face mask pressed tightly onto your face, phone in one hand and matcha latte in the other. You were relaxing until you scrolled past a post on Instagram. The cover image caught your eye.’Ghostface killer strikes again.’ You scrolled through the post, eyebrows furrowed as you read that it was happening in your town. “What the hell?” your voice cracking slightly as you got up from your bed to take off your face mask.

Thank goodness you didn’t have classes for a few days, making a mental note to make sure you had locked all your doors and windows. That, however, didn’t stop Chris from watching you through your bedroom window. Silly, you had left your curtains open, which gave him the perfect view of you walking around your room in your red silk robe. Of course, he didn’t make it obvious. Wearing all black with his Ghostface mask didn’t exactly make him stand out, plus it was pitch black outside.

He couldn’t believe he had you all to himself, watching you slip off your robe and change into your nightgown. Chris found himself wishing he could touch you, feel you, love you. He stayed at your window just watching you sleep for a few hours, eyes glued to your face, what he could see of it from the dim glow that your fairy lights gave off. Then he left, his mind filled with images of you, images of you in his arms, in his presence.

The next morning, you woke up, your phone buzzing like crazy on the bedside table. You groaned, rolling over, your body still not fully awake, as you grabbed your phone from the charger. Notifications of missed calls and messages flooded your lock screen, and you sat up, rubbing your eyes as you unlocked your phone. “What the?” you wondered out loud, opening some of the messages from your friends and family members asking if you were okay and if you had heard the news. You quickly texted back, letting them know you were fine. You didn’t know why they were texting. Sure, the killings were going around in your town, but you always kept yourself safe.

At least that’s what you thought. But hidden somewhere in the shadows was Chris, watching you, peaking into your bedroom window, stealing your panties when you weren't home. He kept little souvenirs that he stole from your room, just small things, things you wouldn’t notice. Like an empty nail polish bottle that was your favorite color, or a button that came undone from the sweater you always wore. Just things that reminded him of you, so he would feel close to you. The days dragged on into weeks, the news didn’t die down; instead, it seemed to get worse, and the headlines about Ghostface didn’t stop.

One night, you were streaming during your usual time, just trying to escape from reality and make a little cash while you were at it. You had started your stream over an hour ago, and even though you had hundreds of people watching you, your mind only wandered to one. Freshlove. He was nowhere to be found, his usual overbearing gifts gone, sweet comments about how well you took your fingers, not a single one in sight. Of course, you weren’t attached, but some part of you relied on him to send gifts, which in turn would be money for you.

Your fingers pumped deeper inside you, the comments flooding with messages, but none of them were his. “Aw, my favorite viewer isn’t here,” you pouted, hoping maybe he was just late to the stream. The comments continued to flow until one caught your eye, which mentioned Ghostface. “Would you ever collab with Ghostface?”  you read outloud, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. You hated to admit it, but that comment made the views go up; people were waiting to hear your reply. You giggled, putting on that fake singsong voice you used, which lured in more gifts. “Maybe he is pretty hot,” you whispered, inching closer to the camera, edging on the viewers.

Your computer dinged with gifts and requests flooding in for you to collab with or meet up with this killer; it shocked you how crazy people could be. “You guys are so dirty,” you said, spreading your legs wider for the camera, fingers showing them your glistening folds. Outside near your bedroom window, Chris was crouched down watching you, seeing you talk to the camera and play with yourself. He loved how you were wondering where he was, and talking about him, even if you didn’t know your loyal viewer was also looking through your window. His eyes widened as you continued to finger yourself on camera, legs shaking as you came apart for the viewers, your gifts and messages skyrocketing.

Your fingers stopped their movements as you came down from your orgasm, chest heaving, watching the gifts roll in. “You guys are so sweet to me,” you said, finally sitting up and resting on your knees. You were top streamer again this time, number one, who knew it would be that easy? Chris stayed watching you as you blew kisses to the screen and waved goodbyes to your viewers before you grabbed your things to shower. He couldn’t take it anymore; he had to see you, even if it was just a peek.

Your window slowly opened, his hands pushing it up in order not to make too much noise. Even though the sound of the water in the shower filled the bathroom, he didn’t want you to catch him. Chris walked towards the bathroom door, his footsteps faint as he looked through the cracked door, seeing the foggy glass of the shower. There you were, water was dripping from your body as you stood under the steaming water, his mouth watering at the sight. His eyes watched as you lathered soap onto your body, seeing the way the suds looked on your skin. He was as hard as a rock, cock throbbing in his pants, imagining bending you over in the shower, soapy suds covering both of your bodies.

Then your doorbell rang, startling you from your task of rinsing off, you quickly shut the water off. Chris panicked, seeing you grab your towel and wrap it around your body. It was too late to sneak back out the window; you were heading towards the bathroom door. There was nowhere for him to hide. His eyes scanned your bedroom, under your bed, in the closet, shit, he was so fucked. You wrapped a towel over your body, adjusting it slightly before you turned the doorknob to the bathroom door, looking around your room before your eyes landed on the muddy footprint embedded in your white carpet. The sound of your doorbell ringing startled you again, causing you to miss the movement of your curtains slightly.

Making your way downstairs, hearing pounding on your door, you quickly opened it. Only to find no one on the other side, except a single note left on the doorstep.

Which read ‘he’s watching you’, your heart sank. 

A month later, you were sitting at your vanity desk, putting on makeup for your date night. The news of the ghostface killer long forgotten, all through his presence still lingered in your town. The killings stopped, and the news became more lighthearted. The thought never seemed to cross your mind anymore; all that was taking up space in your mind was your boyfriend, Chris.

Of course, you didn’t know his true identity; he kept that a secret from you, slowly making his way into your life. “So pretty, ma,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your neck, his breath fanning your skin. You loved how affectionate he was, maybe too affectionate sometimes, but you loved him. He just knew you so well, he liked everything you liked, and he listened, paying close attention to the small details. You turned a blind eye to how, every time he would gift you something, it would be oddly familiar, or something you already loved, almost like he knew beforehand.

Chris didn’t need your possessions; he hadn't been stealing anymore, so instead of keeping them, he gifted them back to you, pretending he had bought them. Of course, he did buy you other gifts, like the perfume you always wore, that you never mentioned to him. Or the pair of heels you saw at the mall months before you met him. He always said it was because he was perfect for you, shrugging it off as a coincidence.

Chris knew things about you that you weren’t sure you even knew about yourself. But the sweetness soon turned sour. You began to get suspicious, the way he knew his way around your house, despite only being over a couple of times. Or the way he knew exactly where an item would be that you haven’t seen in weeks. Your mind screamed that something was off, but your heart told you it was love; he was being attentive.

Chris noticed the shift, but he didn’t mention it, just slowly tried to make you forget things. Like tonight, it was your three-month anniversary, Chris wanted to do something special for you. He wanted to decorate your room with rose petals and balloons; he wanted everything to be just right.  It had to be perfect. When you came home from a day out with your family and friends, the sweet scent of your vanilla-scented candle filled your senses. You made your way inside the house, dropping your purse on the coffee table before making your way upstairs.

“Chris?” you giggled, walking down the hallway towards your room, following the trail of the red rose petals. He stood inside your closet, a ghost face mask covering his face, dressed in his signature black outfit. It was finally time to tell you the truth; he couldn’t keep hiding things from you. Not when you were so precious to him. 

The lights were dimmed, the only light coming from the fairy lights hanging on your walls, continued further into your room, seeing the scattered petals everywhere, and a giant teddy bear on the bed. You gasped, walking over and picking up the bear in your arms, along with the note sitting on your bedside table. The note from Chris.

‘Happy anniversary, pretty girl. I have a surprise waiting for you under your bed.' 

You chuckled, setting the bear down and bending over to look under your sheets. “Chris?” you questioned, smiling, reaching your hand under the bed, expecting him to have something silly underneath it.  That’s when you felt it, cold metal.

Your hand stopped, brain confused at the sensation as you slowly reached for the object, pulling it out from under your bed. To your surprise, it was a knife. You stood up slowly, holding the knife, utterly confused. Chris stood behind you, fully dressed like Ghostface, his hand slowly creeping to cover your mouth.

You were so startled you screamed, the knife dropping on the bed as you squirmed, his hand reaching across to hold you back against him. “Shh, baby, it’s me,” he whispered, his voice slightly muffled from the mask. The tension left your body as you heard your voice, relieved it was Chris, your Chris. He slowly turned you around, face-to-face with him. Your eyes widened. Ghostface. Chris was Ghostface?

The pieces started to come together in your mind, all the times you felt like someone was watching you, that note that was on your doorstep that night. The way he knew everything about you. And the sick and twisted way you still loved him despite it all. Chris leaned in closer, his breath fanning your ear, as he spoke. “I wanted tonight to be special for you.” his voice sent shivers down your spine; you couldn’t believe you didn’t realize sooner. He slowly picked up the knife from behind you, his other hand slowly sinking you onto the bed. “You aren’t scared, are you, ma?” he questioned, his voice soft despite the way he trailed the knife down your body.

You shook your head, eyes watching his movements as he moved the knife further down your body. His hands move to flip your skirt up, revealing your lacey panties to his eyes. “So pretty, all mine,” he whispered, tapping the knife against your covered core, the tip of the knife barely grazing your skin.

In a swift motion, he moved the knife, cutting your panties right down the middle, the sound of the fabric ripping filling the room. He tossed the skimpy fabric to the side like it was nothing, fingers finding your wetness. “God, already so wet for me,” he groaned. Spreading your folds, his thumb finding your senstive bud as he slowly rubbed circles around it. Your back arched against the bed, his fingers continuing to work between your legs. You two had never had sex until now, but god, you didn’t know how skilled he was.

“Chris, please…” You whined, rolling your hips against his hand. He smirked, loving how desperate you were for him. “Soon, ma, very soon,” he sucked his teeth, standing up and giving your thigh a light slap. You were a squirming mess as he dragged the knife down the fabric of your shirt, the fabric tearing as his hand slid down. “So soft,” his hands kneaded your breasts after unclasping your bra, thumbs circling your nipples.

“You want me that bad, baby?” he asked, seeing your hands reaching for him. Chris couldn’t deny you; he would do anything for you. Which led him to wear you now, his hand gliding his length through your messy folds, the other hand tracing the knife around your nipple. “Mmm, so wet,” he teased, thrusting his hips forward just enough to make you squeal, craving for him to just be fully inside of you already. You were so carried away by the pleasure of him finally thrusting deep inside of you, you didn’t notice the small trickle of blood dripping down your chest. He cut a small mark on your breast, his finger smearing the blood over your hardened nipple, causing you to arch your back.

“Shit, ma. Red looks so good on you,” he whispered, the knife long forgotten as he focused on thrusting into your sweet cunt. Your moans filled the room, causing him to smile under the mask. “Fuck this,” he groaned, snatching the mask off and throwing it to the side, crashing his lips with yours. Chris swallowed your moans, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth as he thrust deep inside of you. Your walls fluttered around him as he lifted your hips higher, hitting deeper.

“Chris!” you moaned as he filled you to the brim with his release, your eyes shooting open and noticing the smeared dried blood on your skin. His body fell limp against you cock throbbing inside of you, his hips slowly thrusting, pleasing you through it all. “We're not done, baby,” he said, slipping out of you and watching his come dripping from your used pussy.

His hand reached for the knife, moving it towards your thighs where his release was spilling out of you. The tip of the knife gathered a small ammount of the sticky mess, trailing it up your body until he reached your mouth. "Open up ma," he whisperd laying the tip of the knife gently on your tounge. He smirked watching you lick the knife clean.

In one swift motion, he flipped you onto your stomach, guiding you on all fours. “Mmh, such a good girl. Taking what I give you,” his hand coming down to smack your ass hard, watching it jiggle. “Say it, say you’re mine.” He positioned himself behind you, his tip hitting your tight hole. You moaned at the sensation of him rubbing his precum onto your ass, slowly pushing inside you from behind.

“Fuck,” he grunted, pulling your hips back against him as he fucked on his dick. “I’m Yours, o-only yours,” you screamed, loving the feeling of him stuffing you to the brim. “That’s right, baby, and I’m never letting you go,” he continued, slapping your ass again. And for now, in that moment, you didn’t protest, because he felt so good inside of you, what more could you possibly need?

masquerade

"What are you guys going as tonight?" You asked Nick, Matt, and Chris as the four of you aimlessly wandered around the Halloween store that was littered with all the decor you could dream of for the party you were throwing later. You'd done most of your holiday shopping a few weeks prior, but you just needed a few final touches to complete the vibe you were going for.

"I'm going as Stu Macher," Nick responded, fiddling with some tacky Halloween decoration. "I'm going as Ghostface," Chris confidently replied, and your gaze softened as you pictured him in one of those sexy masks.

"Hey, what the fuck, Chris? I'm going as Ghostface," Matt slugged Chris in the arm. Your breath caught in your throat, and your lips fell open as you pictured them both in the Ghostface costume. "Relax. That'll make it more fun. Then no one will know who's who," Chris smirked. "People already have a hard time telling us apart," Matt rolled his eyes.

"What are you going as?" Nick asked you, ignoring his brothers. "Well, I'm going to be the only one out of the four of us who isn't going as a Scream character. But it's going to be a surprise," you told them, wandering over towards a giant cauldron that caught your eye.

"What are you going to use that for?" Matt asked. "Punch bowl! Isn't it perfect?" You asked, picking it up and cradling it in your arms as the four of you continued through the store. "Can you at least give us a hint about what you're going to dress up as?" Chris playfully poked you in the side.

"All I can tell you is, it's gonna be sexy, and you're gonna thank God when you see me in it. I'm trying to get laid tonight," you proudly stated as the four of you headed over to the checkout counter to pay.

Nick, Matt, and Chris dropped you back off at your place, which was out in the middle of nowhere, so you could finish setting up, and so they could change into their costumes. You thought it was fitting you lived in a secluded part of your town's national forest and didn't have any neighbors for miles.

You'd just finished putting out the last of the decorum when people started trickling in. You had fake spiderwebs strewn in every corner, a smoke machine, and a black light.

You were just thinking about how excited you were for the boys to see you in your glowing slutty nun outfit when the doorbell rang, and as you pulled open your creaky front door, you saw Nick covered in fake blood accompanied by a pair of Ghostfaces, the whites of their masks lit up by the black light. "Look at you!" Nick gasped as you gave them a twirl. Chris and Matt's eyes were immediately drawn to your exposed chest and your bare thighs.

"Please, Mr. Ghostface, don't kill me!" You jokingly shrieked, placing your hands on your cheeks and making a fake surprised face. "You look really good," one of them said to you. "So do you guys," you seductively replied, nibbling on your lower lip and looking at the three of them, but especially Matt and Chris. You had a bit of a thing for masked men.

They shuffled into your house, admiring the way you had decorated. More guests started arriving, and the party started to really take off. Nick started hitting it off with a guy you worked with who was dressed as a skeleton, which left you, Matt, and Chris alone.

"You guys wanna scare Nick tonight?" Matt asked menacingly, tilting his head in his ghostface mask, which had no business being as hot as it was. You bit your lip at him.

Chris could tell you were entranced by the costume. "Like the mask, sweetheart?" Chris asked in a deep, menacingly voice that was strikingly familiar to that of the original Ghostface, taking his 'prop' weapon and running the edge along your cheek, but the metal was sharp and cold. "Shut the fuck up. Oh my god, is that a real knife?" You asked him, staring wide-eyed at it.

"Yeah, why does that scare you? Or do you like it?" Chris said in a spooky voice. You narrowed your eyes at him. "Neither. You guys are so immature. Have fun scaring Nick. I'm gonna go enjoy my party and try to find someone to hook up with. Try not to cut anyone with that thing."

You rolled your eyes at them and pushed past them, trying to hide the effect they were having on you. Both sets of eyes traveled to your ass as you walked away. "Why don't we play a prank on her instead?" Matt inquired. "Yeah, she could use a little loosening up," Chris responded.

You couldn't deny that the way Chris had put that blade up to your cheek while he was dressed like that was having a rather strong effect on you, an effect so strong that you desperately wanted to turn back around, grab them by their solid black robes, and beg them both to rail you while they wore their Ghostface attire.

You'd always found them both attractive, but they were your good friends, and most nights that the sexual thoughts about them creeped into your psyche, you were able to will it away, or something you'd never admit out loud to - sometimes you'd just take care of the aching between your legs really quickly, and the thoughts would usually dissipate on their own, but tonight was different.

You could feel a damp warmth between your thighs as you sauntered off in another direction to greet some of your other friends, but even as you asked them how the party was and tried to get your mind off of the Sturniolo boys, you found yourself peeking over your shoulder, stealing glances at them, and losing your inner battle with yourself to fight off your urges.

It had been so long, and you were so horny.

"I think that guy over there is checking you out," your friend who had animals ears on nudged you and glanced off in the direction of the punch bowl you'd bought earlier. Your eye caught a tall man with zombie makeup on that you didn't recognize grabbing himself a cup of spiked punch, his gaze flicking up at you every few seconds. You thought he was kind of cute.

"Go talk to him," your friend urged you, lovingly squeezing your arm. You took one more glance in the direction of where Matt and Chris had been standing just moments ago, seriously considering trying to pursue one of them instead, but when your eyes scanned over the crowd, you didn't see either one of them. You'd missed your chance.

"Okay, fine," you whispered to your friend, rolling your eyes and working up the courage to approach him. You took a deep breath and headed in his direction.

"Hey, do I know you?" You asked, grabbing yourself a red solo cup and serving yourself some alcoholic punch. "You know, some would say your costume is offensive," he said, ignoring your question and motioning towards your exposed breasts in your very ungodly outfit.

"Then why don't you rip it off of me?" You flirtatiously shot back. He looked unamused with you.

"Hey, so, what's the deal with your friend?" He asked, taking a sip of his drink and his gaze looking past you to where you were previously standing. "Oh, my friend," you said in a slightly disappointed tone, realizing you'd just approached and been very forward with a man who had been interested in the girl standing next to you the whole time.

You started back off in the direction you came from, and your friend glanced over at the embarrassment in your expression. "What happened? Was he a dick to you?" She asked, concern in her eyes while she cradled your face. You could understand why he was looking at her instead of you.

"No, nothing like that. If you think he's cute, you should go talk to him. I'll be right back," you responded, feeling your face get hot. You pushed past a crowd of people to get to the bottom of your staircase, and you hurried up the steps before your tears could fall.

It wasn't so much that you were upset about not getting the guy. You weren't even that interested in him. It was a combination of a few things, really.

It was the humiliation of misreading the situation, the insecurity you felt about not being as pretty as your friends, and the constant self-doubt you had about whether you really were a slut like everyone called you and if any guy would ever want you again because of it.

Through your teary vision, your bedroom door caught your eye. You stopped dead in your tracks, sniffling and wiping away your tears as alarm bells went off in your nervous system.

Your bedroom door was wide open, and you swore you'd shut it before the first few guests had arrived. You walked through the door frame cautiously, overwhelmed by a sensation of having eyes on you, studying your surroundings to see if anything else was out of place.

You shrugged off the feeling of being watched, chalking it up to the fact that it was Halloween, and you had been watching a lot of thriller and horror movies in the couple weeks leading up to your party.

You made your way over to the bathroom sink, setting down your red solo cup on the cold countertop and peering at your reflection in the mirror. You didn't want to spend Halloween night sulking in your bathroom while your two hot best friends were downstairs, strutting around in their sexy Ghostface attire and probably finding other girls to sleep with.

You cleaned off the eyeliner that was smudging on your bottom eyelid, glued the corner of your eyelash back down, and readjusted your breasts in your costume.

After fixing the imperfections with your wardrobe, you decided you weren't going to let the night end without taking a stab at trying to have sex with whichever one of the Sturniolo brothers you saw first, excluding Nick of course. You were done pretending like you weren't completely taken with them.

Your gaze flickered over to the reflection of your partially open closet door in the mirror. Again, you could have sworn you'd left it closed. Filled with dread, you slowly tiptoed out of the bathroom, past your bed, and over to your closet. You rested your hand on the round, metal door knob and slowly pushed it shut.

You realized how ridiculous you were being, rolling your eyes at yourself and letting out a sigh at how jumpy you'd been lately. You turned back around and started to head out of your bedroom when all of a sudden, you heard the sound of the closet door creaking open again.

Before you could spin yourself around and identify the threat, you felt a gloved hand cover your mouth and a cold, sharp blade resting against your neck. "What's your favorite scary movie?" The way his voice came through sounding just like Ghostface had you both scared and turned on.

Your eyes rolled back in your head, and you let out an audible moan against his palm, causing him to pull his hand back. "What was that?" Chris accusingly asked, speaking like himself again. "What the fuck? How do you make your voice sound like that?" You asked in a shaky voice.

He chuckled in your ear, avoiding your inquiry. "Answer me first. What was that sound you just made?" Chris posed the question again. "Nothing. Real funny, Chris. Let me go," you responded.

Another figure appeared in the corner of your eye as Matt walked around in his Ghostface costume, shutting your bedroom door closed. Your heart dropped as you watched him lock it and make his way back over to you. "Let you go? Are you sure you want that?" Matt cooed, running the back of his gloved hand along your cheek and tilting his head down at you. You gulped.

"Is this turning you on?" Chris whispered into your ear. "Gross," you rolled your eyes. "Only one way to find out," Matt menacingly replied. "Why don't you check her, Matt?" Chris smirked under his mask.

Your mouth fell open, and a strangled whimper came through as Matt reached between your legs, lifting up your skirt and slipping his fingers into the waistband of your panties. Immediately, he felt the wetness leak through his glove.

"Oh, she's soaked. Her clit practically has its own heartbeat," Matt relayed to his brother, drawing circles on it with his fingers and talking about you as if you weren't in the room with them. "I bet she'd like it if we took care of that. Don't you think?" Chris wondered, dragging the blade across your collar bone and between your partially exposed breasts.

You couldn't hold back your delighted sounds as they both put their hands on you. It was like a dream come true. Your prayers had been answered. You'd fantasized about them each separately, but the idea of having them both take you on at the same time didn't even seem like an option until now.

"What's turning you on so much? The mask? The knife? The fact that it's me and Matt?" Chris cooed at you, pulling your top down to reveal your tits. He took the knife and started running the sharp edge against your nipples that stiffened at the touch. You immediately shuddered and let out a whimper.

"All of it?" Matt wondered, continuing to play with your pussy that was becoming wetter by the second. "Answer him, slut. What's got you all wet, hmm?" Chris growled into your ear. Of course, it hurt your feelings to be called that, but there was something about the way Chris said it so endearingly that it didn't seem like he was trying to do anything other than turn you on, and it was working.

"Nothing, it's completely unrelated," you lied, biting your lip to hold back another moan, but your attempts failed, and your head fell back against Chris' chest. You felt his hard cock against your backside, and it twitched at the way you struggled to keep yourself composed. "Yeah, mine's unrelated, too," Chris replied sarcastically, staring down at your tits as he continued to tease them with his knife.

You felt Matt's fingers slip into your hole as he started to fuck you with them. "You want us to stop?" Matt asked. You nibbled on your lip and softly shook your head no. "That's what I thought. She's such a little slut," Chris said to his brother. "Don't you know it's always the slut who dies first?" Chris rasped into your ear.

"Oh, she likes that," Matt cooed, feeling your pussy start to throb around his fingers. You tried to hide your reactions, but your body language couldn't keep your secret from the two pairs of Ghostfaces who manhandled you.

"You still never told us your favorite scary movie," Chris pointed out. "Blair Witch Project," you hesitantly answered. "Mmm. That's a scary one. Especially when you live out here," Matt replied. Chris leaned over to Matt and whispered something in his ear that you couldn't quite make out.

"Lay on the fucking bed, slut," Chris responded as they both let you go. "We're gonna go have a little chat in the other room, and you're gonna lay right here and behave," Matt ordered you. "And if you try to run, you're gonna be really sorry," Chris said, waving the knife in your direction.

They both disappeared behind your bathroom door. You heard the sound of Chris and Matt arguing behind the wooden barrier about who was going to have their way with you first, but you had another idea.

When they both emerged from the bathroom, you were gone, and on your nightstand was a note that read: "come find me in the woods, mr. ghostface. xoxo, your prey" with a heart drawn below the lettering.

"Oh, that sneaky bitch thinks she can be in charge of her own fate. We're gonna have fun with her tonight," Chris told Matt as he picked up the note.

They both disappeared out of the room, down the stairs, and out the backdoor towards the dense treeline behind your house with a flashlight Matt had snagged off your kitchen counter.

All they had to do was listen quietly for a few minutes beneath the blanket of stars and clouds, and then they heard you, crushing twigs and leaves under your weight as you tried to stealthily make your way through the forest.

All of a sudden, you were lit up by the flashlight Matt held in hands. "Gotcha," he said in a menacing voice. You froze and stared at them both, unable to move a muscle. "Think you're so slick, huh?" Chris asked in a low, sexy rasp.

"You know what would make this so much more fun? If she had to guess who's who while we take turns fucking her," Matt suggested, taking a few steps towards you. "And if she guesses wrong, we'll make her bleed," Chris laughed, closing in on you as well.

You'd never seen this side of the two brothers, but it excited you more than you were willing to admit.

You started slowly walking backward until you backed into a tree, and you swallowed hard as you felt its rough trunk under your palms, realizing you didn't have anywhere to go.

"Please, Mr. Ghostface. Spare me!" You whined, but you couldn't hold back your smirk as Matt pulled the knife out of his robe and cut your costume from your body. You gasped as the fabric fell the floor in front of your feet. You'd never imagined your night would go like this. In fact, this was hotter than anything you could have ever dreamt up.

"We told you that you'd regret running." It was that same ominous, threatening, and sexy voice that Chris had used earlier in the night, so that must have been him. "I thought we told you to behave," said the other, sounding just like the first one. Fuck, you thought.

You watched as the boy with the knife started to cut a hole in his robe, and your eyes widened, and your jaw fell open as you realized what he was doing. You watched as his dick poked through the black fabric, staring you down. He handed off the knife to his brother.

"Since you like to run, one of us is going to have to hold you still," the second one said pinning your wrists above your head with one hand with the other, he held the blade up in front of your face. You saw yourself in the reflection of the sharp metal accompanied by the man in the Ghostface mask beside you, and it sent goosebumps across your flesh.

He closed the distance between the weapon and your breasts, and he started tracing your nipples again with the knife's edge. Your chest rose and fell as your breath quickened. You peered at the boy who was settling between your legs, grabbing ahold of his big, veiny cock with his gloved hand as he started pumping it back and forth a few times, making sure it had reached its full potential.

He hiked up your leg, wrapped your thigh around his waist, and pulled your panties to the side before sinking it into your heat and stretching you out. "So tight," he groaned deeply, feeling the way you gripped his dick. You let out a few loud moans as you adjusted to his size, taking every inch of him.

"That's it. Take it like the slut you are," he gruffed, picking up the pace and wrapping his gloved fingers around your neck. "Like that?" The boy who was holding your wrists cooed as he dragged the sharp object across to your other peak.

You loved the way both Ghostface masks reflected your fear back at you as well as your pleasure, their empty eyes, and their contorted mouths, taunting you. You glanced back at the brother who was between your legs, focusing on his thrusts. His fast and powerful thrusts.

Every time he bottomed out in you, a desperate mewl escaped your lips, filling the atmosphere. The masked man started to mimick the sounds that poured from your mouth while his brother fucked you, and you adored every second of it.

You loved the way they were feeding your sick fantasies, holding you at knife point, wearing their sexy costumes, and fucking you dumb while they degraded you. Your sounds became louder, more urgent, and less inhibited. You could feel the intensity building.

"Scream for me, bitch," the man between your legs chuckled. His mean words, his hand around your throat, the movement of his hips, and the cold, sharp metal dancing across your skin were enough to cause you to snap.

You hit the point of no return, clenching around the mystery man's rod, sending him to the same fate shortly after. You could feel his twitching cock filling you up as your orgasm took its course, the two of you moaning in unison while you finished together. Your legs grew weak as you came.

"Oh my god, Chris. Matt. Whoever you are," you breathlessly panted. You thought for sure you'd be able to tell them apart by now, but you had no idea, and you found it all the more enticing.

"Such a good girl for me," he cooed, slowing down his thrusts, pulling out, and watching his seed flow out of you. He stared down in awe at the mess he made, taking in the sight and savoring it while his breathing pattern returned to normal.

"I've been waiting for this," the boy to your left said as he switched places with his brother. He took the knife, hooking it into your panties and slicing the delicate material, watching the fabric fall to the ground and revealing your pretty pussy to him.

Then he cut a hole in his robe like his brother had done, and you peered down at his gorgeous cock poking through the tear in the material.

He roughly pried open your legs, guiding them open with the blade. He dug into the inside of your right thigh with his gloved hand and rested the knife on your lower stomach. You couldn't keep yourself from admiring his big, throbbing dick, and you sharply inhaled as you felt him slip his tip into your entrance.

"Oh, fuck," he moaned as he bucked his hips forward, his entire length vanisihing into your tight hole. Your eyes flicked back up to his Ghostface attire, taking in the incredible view of being fucked by a man in such a sexy mask.

The man beside you restrained your wrists, pinning them above your head again. "Alright. Time to guess. Who am I?" The boy beside you asked in his creepy Ghostface voice, tilting his head at you as he tightened his grip. You innocently peered up at his mask, searching for some kind of hint in his demeanor.

"Chris, is that you?" You asked uncertaintly. "Wrong. Remember what happens when you guess wrong?" Matt cooed, running his gloved finger along the underside of your chin. Your eyes were glazing over, your lips fell open, and your cheeks were flushed.

Chris applied more pressure to the knife, running the blade along your lower stomach and drawing blood. You let out a satisfied whine as you felt the release of the knife cutting you. The warm, sticky red fluid glistened in the moonlight as it slowly dripped down your abdomen.

"So pretty," Matt whispered, brushing your messy hair out of your face and his eyes dancing between your desperate expression and the way the blood looked so beautiful on your skin. Moans began pouring from you again as Chris fucked you senseless up against the tree.

"Please, Mr. Ghostface. Harder," you begged, your eyes lazily rolling back into your head as your breasts bounced to the cadence of his thrusts. "Cock dumb little slut," Chris menacingly chuckled at your pathetic pleading, but he still gave you what you so enthusiastically craved, relishing in your desperation for him.

You loved feeling helpless and giving yourself over so willingly to both brothers as they used you for their own pleasure. Your whimpers became louder and fuller as you neared your tipping point again.

"Harder," you cried out again before your orgasm took over. Your gaze danced between both of their masks, and your pussy started rhythmically throbbing around Chris' cock as he delivered a few more monumental strokes. You felt a wonderful, relieved feeling in the pit of your stomach as you came unraveled under the control of both boys.

Your brows pinched together, your knees weakened, and your stare began to lose its focus until you couldn't concentrate on anything except for the pure pleasure and ecstasy coursing through you. You were pumped full of Chris' cum as his cock twitched inside of you, and as you came down from your intense adrenaline rush, you felt all your muscles relax.

Both men chuckled, removing their masks and revealing their identities to you. Sure enough, you had guessed wrong. Chris leaned in and chuckled into your ear.

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It was a small town, everyone has potentially heard of someone at some point, so the three bodies that have been discovered, so far, you had a connection to in some sort of way. But, so did everyone else, so you didn’t think much of it.

“Did you see they found another one?” Nick asks as he looks up from his phone.

You shake your head, “No, who was it this time?”

Chris chuckles a little bit, “Who wasn’t it, would be an easier question.” He stands up and you look up at him, “Where are you going?”

“To get a drink, you want one?” He looks down at you and you nod, “Yes, please.”

You watch as he walks away and you lean in, your voice low as you speak to Nick, “What’s going on with him?”

“What do you mean?” Nick whispers back and you glance at the door, “He’s been acting weird..” Nick furrows his brows, “I think you’re overreacting. He’s been up gaming with Matt on stream almost every night after you go to sleep.”

“So, he’s probably just tired.” You tilt your head, “Makes sense.” You lean back on the couch and Nick leans over, “Trust me, y/n. You don’t have to worry about anything. Chris would do anything for you.”

You nod, “I know. Sorry, I just-“

Chris walks back out and you stop talking, you look at the tv and rest your arm on the arm rest, your knuckles resting against your head.

“Here, ma.” Chris hands you a drink and you reach up and take it, “Thanks, babe.”

He sits back down next to you, his arm moving around your shoulder to pull you into him. He kisses your head and you can’t help but notice the slight smirk on Nick’s lips.

The first time Chris killed for you, it was like he’s been waiting his whole life to do something like this.

His first victim was a guy named Lewis. He got a little handsy with you at a party, and even though you kept telling him no, Chris couldn’t contain his jealous anger.

Once you got a little too drunk, he had Matt and Nick take you home while he proceeded to follow Lewis home. He walked down the streets, while Chris cut through allies, finally catching him enter one. He pulled the ghost mask out from under his shirt and slipped it on before running up behind him. He slashed him in the back and pushed him down to the ground.

Chris rolled him over and covered his mouth with his gloved hand and drug the knife down the side of his face before stabbing him repeatedly in the chest and neck before leaving the scene.

Lewis’ death was ruled out as him oweing someone money for drugs, lots of drugs.

As you went upstairs to bed, you stopped him before he walked over and laid down, “Can I ask you something?”

Chris looks up at you and he nods, “Yeah, babe. What’s up?”

“Do you.. game, after I go to sleep?”

He furrows his brows and he tilts his head, “Is that.. a problem?”

You shake your head, “No, no. The reason I’m asking is because.. I don’t know, I’ve been in my head lately and you just seem different.. I said something to Nick and-“

“You said something to Nick?” Chris steps towards you, “What did he say?”

You pause for a second, “That, you.. um, game after I go to sleep, with Matt? Was he not supposed to say anything because I’m not mad if that’s what you think.”

“No, I’m not.. mad, I just.. you can come to me about anything, y/n. I promise. No matter what it is.. I’ll always do what I can.” Chris takes your hands into his and you look down, gasping slightly as you see his bruised knuckles, “Chris what-“

“I rage quit last night and punched the desk. I’m shocked you didn’t wake up.” He laughs and you raise your brows, “You punched it that hard?”

He nods, “I couldn’t yell like I normally do because that definitely would have woken you up.” He chuckles and pulls you in, “If you don’t want me to game anymore, I-“

“No, you do what you want. Okay. Just, stay with me until I fall asleep?” You look up at him and he smiles, “That’s what I normally do.”

“Oh, so you’ve thought of everything.” You tease as you walk over to change into your pajamas and Chris slips off his shirt, “Yeah, kind of.” He smirks, walking over to fall onto his bed.

You walk around, climbing up onto your side and you move into lay your head on his chest, “Just.. don’t, punch the desk anymore. I don’t need you breaking your hand.”

“Okay.” He whispers, pressing his lips to your forehead, “I won’t.”

His second victim, was Brina. She was a demon to work with. You felt like she hated you for no reason, laughing at you, making snide comments, and even whispering to the girls that worshipped the ground she walked on about you as you walked by.

She would change the dates on stuff, making you late for meetings or just not show up in general. One day, she even went as far as telling your boss, who she was clearly sleeping with, that you fucked up a big order when you knew, damn well it was her. The boss was screaming at you to the point of tears, and you almost lost your job.

The day you came home crying about it, Chris went into action and as soon as you fell asleep, he had Matt on watch for you, ready to give you an excuse as to why he wasn’t there.

Chris was dressed in black from head to toe, the only thing that wasn’t black was the white of his mask and the silver of the blade attached to his knife.

He upped his game, sneaking inside of her house after he made sure she was the only one there, using a voice changer to disguise his voice as he tormented her.

“Hello?” Brina answers as she pauses her music, sighing when he doesn’t say anything right away, “Listen, if this is a spam call, don’t call back.”

“Don’t hang up.” Chris speaks, “I want to talk to you.”

“Tell me who this is, and maybe I’ll consider.” She rolls her eyes as she stands up, “Is this.. someone from work?”

“Haven’t you fucked enough people from there?” Chris responded and she scoffs, “I don’t have to deal with th-“

“Hang up on me and I swear to god I’ll make it slow.” Chris snaps and she swallows, “Who the fuck is this?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Chris opens a door and it catches her attention, “Are you.. are you in my house?” She stands up from her bed and stares at her door, “I’m calling the police.”

“Bad idea.” Chris hangs up, kicking her bedroom door open before lunging at her and slicing her throat. She drops to the floor and he stares at her, listening to her choke on her own blood before he leaves without a trace.

Her death was ruled as home robbery gone wrong, they nabbed someone else for robbery a few days later, pinned the death on him.

The next morning, you wake up and Chris isn’t there.

You let out a slight sigh as you get out of bed and walk downstairs to see him sitting with Matt and Nick on the couch.

“Morning.” Nick gives you a smile and you nod, “Morning.”

“Hey, babe.” Chris holds his hand out and you take it, allowing him to guide you around the couch to the spot next to him on the couch, “Didn’t want to wake you.”

You nod, “It’s fine.” You give him a kiss and look at the tv, “Another one?”

“Yeah, we went to high school with him.” Matt mumbles and you lean forward, “I dated that asshole for a few weeks.” You shake your head, “I guess he got what was coming to him.”

Chris’ grip tightens on your waist and he rests his head against your chest, “Sorry you went through that.”

You shrug, “I survived.”

“You guys wanna go out for breakfast or something?” Nick looks at everyone you nod, “Yeah I don’t feel like cooking anything.”

“Go get dressed.” Chris looks up at you, pursing his lips. You smile and press your lips to his, “Okay.”

You scurry up the steps to get dressed, and you meet them back downstairs to head out to Matt’s car.

Another thing you’ve noticed lately is how much Chris has been zoning out, but little do you know, he’s thinking back on each person he’s killed to protect you.

And thinking of the next.

His third victim, was your boss, Archie.. shocking, right?

He gave it a little bit of time after Brina, even though he was already planning on going for him right after he left her body on her bedroom floor.

Chris waited in the back of Archie’s unlocked car, it was dark. Not many street lights outback, and one camera that pointed towards the back door.

Archie was on his phone, texting as he made his way to his vehicle. He swung open the door, and got in. Chris reached forward, covering his mouth and stabbing him in the chest, right over his heart.

His voice was disguised as he spoke, “Rot in hell, asshole.” Then he delivered a few more stabs before getting out and opening his car door.

His death was ruled a car jacking gone wrong, they arrested yet another guy who was caught trying to steal a woman’s car a day later.

You see, Chris was a lot smart than anyone ever thought.

Every time news of a another murder came to light, Chris was right there, comforting you through every emotion you had at the time. He wouldn’t let you go anywhere alone, and you sure as hell didn’t feel like you were alone, even at home.

You felt so safe with him, safer than you’ve ever felt with anyone in your life.

“Hey.” You reach over, pinching his chin gently, “You okay?” He nods, tilting his head down to kiss your hand, “I have a headache that I cannot get rid of today.”

“We didn’t have to-“

“It’s okay, ma.” He smiles, “I promise.”

You smile at him, giving him a nod before you slide your hand down into his and continue your conversation with Nick.

Last night, after you fell asleep, Chris went to Matt’s room and he’s been stuck on the conversation and what followed after, ever since.

“You’re starting to crash out, Chris. You can’t keep going out every night like this. What if she finds out?”

Chris scoffs, rolling his eyes, “She’s a heavy sleeper, and plus, if she wakes up, I’m never gone long enough for the he walked down the street to the store to get you some stuff to not work.”

Matt shakes his head, “You need to tell her, before she finds out the wrong way.”

“Are you saying you’ll tell her that all of this was me?” Chris raises his brows and Matt shrugs, “I don’t know, Chris. But you need to either come up with better plans, or you need to get her on board with your shit so you don’t wig the fuck out on us from lack of sleep.”

Chris shakes his head and stands up.

“Where are you going?” Matt asks in a loud whisper and Chris glances back at him, “to the store to get her some stuff.”

But that wasn’t where he went, and Matt knew that. He went to find the asshole of an ex that you seen was dead on the news the next morning.

He found where he was, which wasn’t hard. He posts everything and anything. He was at a house party two blocks over.

He was standing out back, screaming at someone on the other end of his phone. With a huff, he threw his phone to the ground, shattering it as it hit the concrete. He turns around, stopping when he sees Chris standing there in his ghostface attire.

“Aye, buddy.” Steven laughs, “Halloween ain’t for a couple weeks.” He walks towards Chris, getting further away from the house, “The fuck are you doin’ huh?”

Chris pulls out his knife and walks towards him, and Steven laughs, “You’re not funny, pal.” He steps but Chris walks up to him, quickly throwing a punch that caused Steven to stumble back.

“You think it’s funny to beat on women?” Chris asks in his disguised voice, “There’s a special place in hell for people like you. And tonight, I’m punching your ticket to go there.”

“The fuck? I don’t hit women, okay? What is that bitch of an ex, y/n sayin’ shit again. I’m gonna fuckin’ kill her.”

Chris runs towards him, pushing him backwards and Steven flips over the guard rail and falls down the embankment to the stream of water.

Chris makes his way down there and stands over him. Steven groans, his head gushing blood from smacking a few rocks on the way down.

“H-help me.. don’t.. don’t do this, man..”

Chris tilts his head, bending down to hold his face under the water until he stops flailing around.

“Oh look.” You raise your brows as you click on the news article that popped up on your phone screen, “An update on the death of Steven Myers.” You read down over the article, reading aloud important pieces of it to the rest of the table, “Toxicology report said he was super drunk basically.. dah dah, dah.. he must have tripped and fell over the guard rail, not seeing it, I guess.. and he drowned. No sign.. of foul play.”

You shake your head as you set your phone back down on the table, “I mean, it was only a matter of time. His drinking was a big issue.”

“Like you said, he got what he deserved.” Nick raises his brows, “He was such an asshole.”

“Yeah.” You nod, “A major asshole.”

“Chris.” Nick points, “What the fuck happened to your hand?”

“Didn’t Matt tell you? I punched the desk because the game pissed me off.” Chris runs his fingers over the faded bruises and Matt laughs, “No fuck, I forgot to tell him. We were gaming and Chris was literally the last man standing and died right at the last fucking second.”

“I’m still pissed about that, actually.” Chris laughs, moving his hands under the table to grab your hand again.

Nick raises his brows, “And that didn’t wake you up?” He points to you and you shrug, shaking your head with a light laugh, “I guess I’m that good of a sleeper.”

“Yeah, I’d say.” Matt shakes his head, “That’s crazy.”

“Can we go home now? The feeling of being out with cops patrolling is giving me anxiety like I did something, you know?”

You nod, “I totally get what you mean. It’s kinda weird.”

“Well I mean, bodies have been found, you can’t just expect them not to do anything.” Matt looks at Chris and Chris sighs, “I didn’t say they shouldn’t, did I?”

“Okay. Okay.” Nick lowers his hands to the table, “Let’s go before you two start cat fighting.”

You laugh slightly at Nick’s words and follow Chris out of the booth. You make your way to Matt’s car when an officer walks up, “Gentleman. Lady.” He give you a nod, “Are you, y/n y/l/n?”

“Um, yeah. I am?” You nod, “Can I.. help you?”

He nods, “I just have a question, I was going to give you a call later but I seen you were here so figured I’d just get it out of the way now.”

Chris’ grip tightens on your hand and you take a deep breath, “What’s the question?”

“Were you with Steven Myers in any sort of way?” The officer brings out his note pad and you nod, “I dated him for a few weeks, but he was.. it was a rocky few weeks.”

“Can you elaborate more on that for me?”

“He was a drunk. Couldn’t handle his alcohol.” You shrug, “He got belligerent at times when I tried to help him.. it was just.. bad.”

“And.. you broke up with him.. when?” The officer tilts his head and you sigh, giving Chris’ hand a squeeze, “it’s been over two years now, but he still tried to contact me every so often.”

“Any contact with him last night?”

You shake your head, “No, I was at home. We all stayed in, watched a few movies and then went to bed.”

“And you were all there?” The officer looks at the guys and they all nod, giving him “yes” and “yeah” answers.

The officer nods, “Okay. Just wanted to double check.”

“Are we free to go now?” Chris sighs and the officer stares at him, “You in a hurry or something, mister?”

Chris shakes his head, “No, I just don’t like the crowd that’s forming around us.”

The officer looks around and sighs, “Alright, yeah. You’re free to go. Just, y/n, if I can have a number to make sure it’s the correct one on file.”

“Why would her number already be on file?” Nick asks and the officer points to you, “That’s on her to explain.”

You glance at Nick, “I filed reports on Steven before. Harassment and.. what not..”

Chris wraps his arm around your waist as you give the officer your number and then he quickly gets you in the car, sliding in next to you.

Matt and Nick follow and Matt starts to drive off, “Why the fuck did he act like you did it, y/n?” Nick looks back, “I mean, you get her pissed off enough, I could see going all..” he makes a creeking sound as he pretends to wield a knife, “You know what I mean?”

You laugh, giving him a shrug, “I was at home last night, so the only person who could have caused his death, was Steven himself. They already said there was no foul play, so.”

You sigh, “I just.. do you even think it’s smart to go to this fuckin Halloween party next week? Like think about it, all of the murders have been almost the same cause of death, like what if that person is still out there just living in the shadows until the right time?”

“Okay.” Nick laughs, “Now I really think you’re overthinking it.”

“If there was a crazy person carrying around a knife, don’t you think there would be more bodies being found?” Chris asks and you sigh, thinking for a second, “Yeah, yeah, you’re probably right. I’m just.. scared I guess? I don’t know.”

“That officer just stirred up a lot of bad emotion asking about ex fuckface, alright?” Matt glances back at you in the rearview mirror and you nod, “Yeah, that’s probably what’s happening.”

You look over at Chris and he takes your hand, giving your knuckles a kiss, “You’re good, okay. You’re safe.”

He tucks hair behind your ear and caresses your cheek, “I got you.”

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“So, who is who again?” You ask looking over the colored masks and fake weapons.

“I think I should be Leonardo, because.. you know, he’s the leader.” Nick laughs and points to Matt, “He’s definitely Rafael because of his attitude.”

“His mattitude.” You laugh and Matt nods, “Yeah that’s right.” He laughs and points to Chris, “ Michelangelo, hands fucking down.”

“Oh I already knew he’d be Mikey as soon as we decided to go as the ninja turtles.” You laugh and slide the orange mask and nunchucks and you grab the purple mask, “Guess I’m Donnie?”

“Purple looks good on you.” Chris smirks, “I like it.”

You smile and lay it down with your fake Bo staff.

“Here, Nick.” You slide over the plastic katanas, “You get these and Matt.” You slide over the plastic town said, “You get these.”

“Imagine if these were real.” Chris flips around the nunchucks and Nick instantly shuts him down, “No.”

Matt laughs and grabs his red mask, “I’m gonna go change, then once we’re ready we can head over.”

“Sounds good.” You turn to Chris, “Come on. Let’s go get ready.” He follows you upstairs with his costume and you walk into his room. You sit down to do you makeup first which doesn’t take long, and then you slip on your costume.

The guys have body suites with the design printed on them, you have a green dress with the design printed on them.

Nick convinced everyone that you all needed the turtle shells, so now you all have turtle shell backpacks basically.

You sit down on the bed, leaning down to put on your green boots to match the dress and you glance up at Chris, “Are you excited?”

He nods, fixing his hair to lay over the mask, “Yeah, I think we’re going to look pretty cool.” He smiles as he walks over to you, “Here.” He picks up your mask and spins you around, “Lay it where you want, I’ll tie it.”

“You know what I just remembered?” You turn your head slightly as Chris ties your mask, “What’s that, babe?”

You spin around, “the first guy they found? He was at that party we were at.”

Chris furrows his brows, “Was he?”

You nod, sitting back down on the bed, “It’s actually crazy, because he kept trying to talk to me and he kept grabbing me and even Kat was telling him to back off.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Chris asks, knowing he already knew, “I would have beat the fuck out of him.”

You laugh slightly, “I know, that’s partially why I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want a scene being made because we all were just having such a good time, he left after a while, and he obviously got his karma, so.” You shrug, turning towards him, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about it sooner.”

He shakes his head, pulling you into a hug, “It’s okay.” He presses a kiss to your head, “But tonight, anyone fucking lays a finger on you, they’re getting smacked. I don’t care. You’re my girl.”

You bite your lip, tilting your head back to look up at him, “I like this.. protector vibe you got goin’ on.”

He smirks, “Yeah?”

You nod, “oh yeah.” You pull him in for a kiss, which quickly turns into a heated make out.

“Guys!” Nick bangs on the door, “Come on!”

You pull away, letting out a sigh, “Well finish this later.”

Chris smirks, giving you a nod, “Oh yeah.”

You walk over opening the door to see Nick and Matt standing there ready. You laugh, reaching back to grab Chris’ hand, “Alright. Let’s go.”

At the party, you were having a great time. Chris was glued to your hip, and you kind of figured it’s because of what you told him prior to coming, but either way, you didn’t mind.

“Do you need another drink?” Chris looks at you and you look into your cup, holding up your pointer finger. You finish the rest and nod, “Now I do.”

He smirks and nods, “Alright. I’ll be right back.” He takes your cup and walks away as you turn to Matt, “How ya doin’ Matt?”

He looks around, nodding his head, “I’m alright.”

You look at Nick, “And you?”

Nick laughs, giving you a nod, “I’m good, how are you?”

You sigh, “I’m actually having a lot of fun.” You look around, furrowing your brows when you don’t see Chris at the drink table, “Chris was supposed to be getting me a drink, but he’s no-“

“I’m right here.” Chris pops up behind you and you spin, “There you are!”

“Here I am.” He laughs as he hands you your cup, “Worried?” You shrug as you take a sip, “Not anymore.” You grab him by the wrist, “Come dance with me.”

“Alright.” He wraps his arm around your waist, following you down to the dance floor. You move your hips and rest your head back on his shoulder as you sing, laughing as you spill a little bit from your cup, “Oops.”

“You’re fine.” Chris smirks, his eyes moving across the crowd before he looks down at you, “I’m just glad you’re having fun.”

You nod, “I am. But don’t you think it’s kind of weird that Donnie and Mikey are dating?”

He laughs and shakes his head, “It’s only weird if you make it weird.” He pulls you in for a kiss and suddenly you’re elbowed in the back, letting out a groan against his lips, “What the fuck.”

“Yo, my bad.” This guy laughs, “I didn’t see you standing there.”

“Well maybe look a little harder next time, asshole.” Chris pulls you next to him as you rub the spot on your back with your hand.

“The fuck did you just call me?” The guy steps closer and Chris stares at him, “You fuckin’ heard me.”

“Nah, nah. I don’t think I did.” The guy chuckles and shakes his head, “It was an accident, bro. Seriously. Shes fine.” He looks at you, “Right?”

“Don’t fuckin’ talk to her.” Chris puts his arm out in front of you and you lean back, looking for Matt and Nick.

You try to wave at them chalantly, getting their attention to come over.

“Ah, I see. You’re one of them stupid controlling fucks.” The guys raises his brows and you step in, “He’s not.”

“Y/n, don’t.” Chris snaps and you press your lips together, looking back for Matt and Nick. They’re trying to make their way through the crowd, but people keep blocking them.

“Listen, I’m going to walk away now, before there’s actually a real issue.” The guy stares at Chris for a few seconds before stepping back.

“fucking finally.” You huff as Matt and Nick walk up.

“What the fuck is going on?” Matt looks between you and Chris and Chris shakes his head, “Elbowed y/n right in the back, laughed it off like it was a fucking joke.”

Nick and Matt share a glance and Nick sighs, “Come on.”

“Where? Why? What?” You look around as Nick pulls you with him. Matt gets behind Chris and pushes his forward, following you and Nick out of the crowd.

You make your way back up to where you were prior and Chris shakes his head, “Fuck this.” He walks towards the door to go outside and Nick stops you from following, “He’s pissed at us, not you. Just let him cool off.”

Chris walked down off the porch, around to the shadow side of the house and climbed up the lattice attached to it. He pushed the window up and slid in, closing it quietly.

“Why is he mad at you? For stopping a fight?” You raise your brows, shaking your head, “There’s something else going on, isn’t there?”

“No, y/n. Chris would have beat that guy, we didn’t want anyone getting hurt, okay?” Nick assures but you don’t buy it, “No, Chris has been acting off for weeks. You both know I, I know it, now what the fuck is going on?”

Chris slides his backpack off of his shoulders, taking out and putting on the mask and gloves before grabbing the knife, and waiting behind the door.

They look at each other and Matt shakes his head, “Chris will have to tell you.”

“Tell me-“ you scoff, “Tell me what?”

“Let’s just.. go find Chris and then we’ll go home.” Nick stands up and you push him away, “No. no.” You huff, bolting for the door before they can chase after you.

You go out into the porch, looking around for Chris, but you don’t see him.

You walk between the cars and around the house. You even go to Matt’s car, and Chris isn’t there.

You pull your phone out to call him, but it goes straight to voicemail, “Fuck.” You look around, “What the fuck.”

You watch as Nick and Matt come out of the door and you duck down, watching them as they walk off the porch.

You snuck back into the house, asking the nearest person where the bathroom was.

“Upstairs.”

You nod, glancing behind you before making your way up the steps. You bite your lip as you opened each door that was closed, peaking your head in before moving onto the next.

Chris slowly reaches into his bag as the footsteps grew closer, the anticipation growing stronger as his grip tightened on the knife.

You let out a sigh, ripping off your purple mask.

Chris isn’t anywhere to be found so far. You check the bathroom, knocking on it before pushing the door open and you spin around.

His breathing was heavy behind the black and white mask that hid his face, and it stopped once the footsteps stopped right outside the door he was behind.

You walk up to the final door on the right side of the hall, your hand reaching out to twist the knob before you push it open.

You let out a struggled yelp as a leather glove cladded hand meets your throat and pulls you into the dark room.

“Y-y/n?” Chris gasps, ripping off the mask, “What are you doing?”

You sit down on the ground, your eyes moving to the knife shaped silhouette in his hand and you push yourself backwards, “I-I, w-what..” your breathing was fast, your heart felt like it was going to beat straight out of your chest.

Chris looks down at his hand and shakes his head, “This isn’t for you, baby. Please just listen to me, please.”

“Who.. who’s it for? What-“ you felt like your head was spinning, almost like you were hallucinating, “Chris?”

He kneels down in front of you and you shake your head, “It-it was you?” Your eyes move from his face to the mask that’s in his hand.

It was like your hands had a mind of their own as they move to take it from his grasp. From the small sliver of light coming from the hall, your thumb rubs over the dry blood splatter on the white part, “Who’s is this?”

Your voice was barely there, you weren’t sure if it was from fear, or just being in plain shock.

“Can we-“ Chris stops talking as soon as your head snaps up to look at him, and he clears his throat, “Let me.. just.. pack up all of this and we can go home? Talk about this?”

All you can do is nod.

He pries the mask from your fingertips, shoving it back into his bag along with the knife and gloves. He zips the bag shut, throwing it back onto his back and stands up, “You can trust me.”

You don’t look up at him. You just stand up on your own and walk past him.

He quickly follows you out of the room and down the steps.

You push through the people, Chris calling your name as you choose to ignore him as you finally make it to the porch.

You walk over to the banister, staring down at the grass and you talk yourself out of puking.

Chris is standing a little away from you and you glance over, seeing Nick and Matt standing there staring up at you through the fake cob webs that surround the porch.

You push yourself off, walking past Chris and going straight for the car.

“I take it.. we’re going home?” Nick asks and Chris nods as his eyes stay on you, but you avoid looking at him.

As soon as Matt unlocked the door, you get into the front passenger seat, leaving Chris to sit in the back with Nick.

The drive home was absolutely silent. No one dared to even make a peep.

Before Matt could even put the car in park, you were unbuckled and opening the door to get out. Chris gets out quickly, following you up to the door.

You push it open, ignoring his pleas as you go towards the steps.

“Chris.” Matt calls for him and his steps behind you stop. He watches you go into his room and you slam the door.

You were sure what you wanted to do.

Your mind was absolutely racing.

Did you want to leave? No.

Were you scared? No, but should you be? Oh definitely, but it’s weird that you weren’t.

You didn’t know what you felt. You just sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the same spot on the floor trying to figure it out.

A soft knock on the door causes you to jump, “Who is it?”

“It’s Nick.”

You walk over, stopping as you reach for the door handle, “Are you alone?”

“Yes. It’s just me.” He answers, and you slowly open the door, peaking out around at him. He raises his brows, “Can I come in?”

You step out of the way and open the door just enough for him to get through and you close it right after he enters.

He walks over, turning around and just looks at you.

You slowly turn around, your back pressed against the door and you open your mouth to say something but no words come out.

“Before you say anything, just know that I’ve wanted to tell you. Both Matt and I did, but…” Nick pauses, “I honestly don’t know what else to say.”

“How about..” you clear your throat, your voice still quiet, “Telling me when, and how, and most importantly.. why.”

“Because.. Chris is a little..” he tilts his head and you squint, “A little what? Crazy? Psycho?”

“I was going to say crazy in love, with you, but those are also fitting.” He sits down on the bed and nods for you to come over and sit next to him, “I’m here to make sure you aren’t going to snap on him when he comes up.”

You walk over, sitting down next to him, “I don’t know what I feel, but scared isn’t one of them.” You look over at him, “Any normal person would run, try their damndest to get away, but I just.. don’t feel like running.”

“Chris.. wanted you safe. He hated seeing you hurt.” Nick runs a hand through his hair, “That’s why we pushed him away from the dance floor tonight because if we didn’t. He was going to snap on that guy who elbowed you.”

“He was upstairs.” You look back down at the floor, “after I ran out looking for him.. I hid by the cars and went back in when you and Matt went around the house. I asked where the bathroom was and went upstairs. I checked each room, until finally I went to the last room on the right hand side and..” you take a deep breath and Nick turns his body towards you, “Y/n. What happened?”

You look back over at Nick, but you look past him, “Chris.. he grabbed me by the throat and pulled me into the room.. I-I.. dropped down to the ground as soon as he said my name and took his white, blood stained mask off.”

“I don’t think he was waiting for you.” Nick shakes his head and you look directly at him, “That’s the thing, I knew he wasn’t.”

“It’s just a shock.” Nick raised his brows and nods, “I remember when Chris came home and told us what he did.. the look on his face..” he sucks in a breath, “It’s like it was any other night for him. He was so normal about it..”

“Who was it?” You take a shaky breath, “Actually.. I want to talk to Chris.”

“Will you be okay?” Nick asks as he stands up and you nod, “I need to know everything and who’s better to tell me than the man who-“ you sigh, “Just get him for me.”

“I’ll give you a few minutes then I’ll send him up.” Nick squeezes your shoulder and before he walks away, you stand up and hug him.

“What’s this for?” He asks as he wraps his arms around you, and you sigh, “Keeping him safe. I know he couldn’t have done this without you or Matt.”

Nick nods and squeezes you tighter before you let go.

You watch as he walks back over to the door and opens it to leave. You hear the click of it shutting and you lay back, your eyes glued to the ceiling.

After a few minutes, another knock is heard on the door and you sit up, watching as it slowly opens.

You swallow as you see Chris walk in and close the door behind him, “Nick told me to just let you talk, so..”

You point to the bed next to you, “Sit.”

He nods, walking over to sit next to you. You slowly turn your head, “Start from the beginning.” You look at him, “I want to know everything, every reason.”

He takes a deep breath, “Can I ask something first?”

“I’m not leaving, Chris.”

You see a slight relieved look wash over his face and he nods, “Lewis Youins. He’s the guy that got handsy with you at the party. I watched as you kept telling him no, but I got so filled with anger and jealousy that something in me just.. snapped.”

“Where’d you get the mask and stuff?”

“The mask was an old Halloween mask that Matt bought a while ago to try and scare Nick and I with.. the gloves I bought and the knife I got for quote on quote, camping.”

You nod, listening to him continue, “But, um.. Lewis.. I waited for a while, trying to talk myself out of doing it, but it just didn’t work. I just had this overwhelming urge to get rid of him because he was disrespecting you.”

A small smile appears on your lips, and you nod, “Continue.”

“I cut through alley ways, waiting for him to just cross into one, and when he finally did, I put the gloves on, pulled the mask out, and ran up to him.” He mimics what he did with his hand, “Slashed him in the back and got him to the ground. I covered his mouth and stabbed him.”

You sit up a little straighter, the image he splayed out for you popping into your head, “And then.. you what? Just came home and got into bed with me?”

He nods, “Well.. yeah, but after I cleaned up and showered and told Nick and Matt.”

You nod, “And the next?”

“Brina.” He sighs quietly, “The day you came home crying because of her and your boss, who I also took out..” he laughs slightly and you look at him, “You did that for me?”

He nods, “everything I do is for you, baby.”

You nod, kicking off your shoes before moving to your knees on the bed, “How’d you.. kill Brina?” You shrug, “And can you do it while you take this stupid costume off?”

“Uh, yeah.” He nods while standing up, “yeah.. I um..” he pulls the costume down over his shoulders and you bite your lip as his bare chest is revealed, “I got a voice changer, disguise thing.. put it on the inside of the mask, and I..”

You raise your brows as he strips down to his boxers, “Snuck into her house.. hid in a closet and called her.”

He stands there and you move your hand to where he was sitting, “Bring your bag over here.”

He furrow his brows and turns to go grab the shell backpack and he hands it to you as he continues, “I asked her if she’s fucked enough people from work and she threatens to call the police so I hung up.. kicked down the door and slashed her throat.”

You unzip the bag, “Should have made it slow and painful. She was a bitch.”

Chris raises his brows, “I didn’t.. know how you would- wait..”

“Save all the questions until the end please..” you pull the mask out, “Who’s blood does this belong to?”

He tilts his head, “Probably Archie or maybe Lewis? I don’t know. I drowned Steven.”

His words set a fire inside of you.

“You.. did that?” You raise your brows and he nods, “After you fell asleep, I went over to Matt’s room to talk to him. We had a conversation that I kept thinking about all throughout breakfast, mainly about telling you. It pissed me off so I went out, found him at apart two blocks from here and..”

He trails off as you pull the knife from the bag, “were you waiting for that asshole that elbowed me?”

He nods, moving to lean up against the headboard, “I was. I’m sorry about grabbing you the way I did.”

You shake your head, “You don’t have to be sorry.” You stand up, taking off your costume dress and you walk back over to the bed, picking up the knife, “I was scared.. at first..”

You look up at him, his eyes meeting yours as you move up the bed to straddle him. His hands fall into your waist, your bare chest on display for him, “Am I the only person you ever killed for?”

He nods once, leaning forward to press slow kissing up your chest. He tilts his head back to look up at you as he whispers, “The one and only.”

A smirk slowly spreads across your painted red lips and you lean down to press them to his.

A heated make out ensues, practically picking up where you left off earlier in the day.

You kiss back his jaw, stopping at his ear with your voice low, “I want you to bury yourself in me as you tell me why you’ve killed for me.”

Chris groans at your words, flipping you over onto your back as his lips attack your neck. You press your hands into his shoulders and look up at him, “I want you to do it while you have the mask on.”

Chris bites his lip and immediately reaches over to grab it and slip it on.

Your brows furrow and your back arches as he grinds against you.

You pull him down, pressing kisses along the white of the mask, leaving a faint lip print trail, “No one has ever killed for me before.”

Chris leans down, his voice low behind the plastic, “That’s because no one has ever loved you like I do.”

He slides his hand down your body, slipping it in between the band of your panties and the skin on your body. His fingers press harsh circles to your clit, earning moans from your parted lips.

“You drive me fucking crazy, but in the best way possible, baby.”

Your nails dig into his shoulders as your moans grow louder with the intention of his fingers into your achy cunt, “A lot of people look at you. A lot of people want to fuck you. I just wanted to make sure that I was the only one who would ever get to do that. I don’t like sharing.”

“Only you, baby.” You whimper out as your back leaves the bed, “I promise.”

“I just couldn’t take seeing people hurt you.” He shakes his head as his fingers thrusts into you a little bit faster, “There’s no need for a pretty girl like you to be crying, baby.”

You moan, your thighs quivering, “F-fuck.”

“So I stayed.. I listened to her choke on her own blood, and then I left. Came home to my favorite person asleep in my bed.”

You reach up, your hand laying on the side of his head, your thumb curving around to hook onto the raised part of the mask, “I’m always going to be here, Chris.”

“God I love hearing that.” He groans, “I’m literally obsessed with you.”

You bite your lip, your eyes rolling back, “K-keep talking, baby. I’m so close.”

“You’re so pretty. Literally the best person anyone could ever be with. I love your voice, your eyes, your lips, your hair. Everything about you is just so fucking perfect, I just want to keep you happy.”

Your body tenses and twitches as you come undone under his tough, your walls rapidly squeezing his fingers as he guides you through your high.

“You were literally made for me, and I’ll be damned if I let anyone try and take that away from me, or hurt what’s mine.”

He removes his hand from between your thighs and sits up. He reaches up, taking the knife that’s laying beside you and he slowly drags it down your torso.

A shuddered breath leaves your lips as you watch him stop it at your hip. He slides it under the silk fabric of your panties and slices it open.

He drags the top of the knife gently across your pelvis and doesn’t same to the other side, pulling them out from under you.

He drops the knife next to him and lifts your legs up to rest on his chest while he pushes his boxers down, “Like I said before baby..” a low groan escapes his lips as the tip of his cock rubs against you, “I’d do anything.. for you.”

He thrusts into you, your moans mixing together as you grip the sheets below you. Your hips roll slightly forward as your back arches, “F-fuck, baby.” You look up at him, his head in between your ankles, “Keep telling me how you did it.”

He drops your legs next to him and you wrap them around his waist as he bends down, “Archie was just plain fuckin’ dumb.”

Chris slides into you slow and deep, repeating his actions as he speaks, “He left his car unlocked, so I slid into the backseat.. waited for him, then when he finally came out, I stabbed him in the chest..” he groans, “Right over his heart.”

“Fuck.” You whine, “Did you say anything to him?”

“I told him to rot in hell.”

You moan at his words, tightening your legs, “F-fuck.”

Chris slides his hand up, laying it around your throat, “You know I’d never hurt you.. I could never hurt my girl.”

You lay your hand on his, encouraging him to squeeze harder, “I know.” You whisper out, a squeaked moan escaping your lips as his grip tightens.

“And then, Steven..” Chris lets out a chuckle, “That asshole basically did all the work for me.”

You focus on the mask above you, your lips parted as his thrust grow faster, “Caught him outside, yelling at someone on the phone.”

His thrusts slow down again, “He say me, thought I was playin’ around, so he came at me. I threw a punch, knocking him back. I asked him if he liked hitting women and the..”

His grip loosens from your throat and you gasp, “what?”

“He said he was going to kill you, so I knew I had no other choice but to take him out first..”

You reach up, pulling the mask off his face and tossing it to the ground, “Yeah, you did.” You pull him in for a heated kiss and his thrusts pick up.

“I ran.. towards him..” Chris explained while continuing to kiss you, “Knocked.. him over.. the guard.. rail.”

You nod, your arms wrapping around his neck as you moan, “Fuck, baby.”

“He smacked his head off a rock on the way down. He laid there pleading..” he chuckles, “Begging for me to help him, but I didn’t.”

“Tell me what you did, baby.” You look up at him, whimpers and quiet moans leaving your lips as he kisses up your neck to your ear, “I held his head under the water until he stopped moving.”

You drag your nails up and down his back, “So that’s why you were so weird about the cops earlier.”

He nods, “Yeah, I can’t get taken away from you. I’d go fucking crazy.”

“As if you already haven’t.” You smirk as he sits up and he tilts his head, “If loving you so much to the point of killing someone who touches you is crazy..” he smirks, “Then consider me fucking psycho, baby.”

His lips connect with yours before he pulls out, “Roll over for me.” He bites his lip as he watches you roll over onto your stomach.

He grips your hips, pulling them upward and he slides back into you. You moan into the pillow and Chris reaches down to pull it away, “Uh uh, I wanna hear how good I make you feel, baby.”

You let out a loud moan, pushing your hips back as he thrusts into you, “F-fuck, Chris.. baby.” You gasp, “I-I-“

You arch your back down, letting out a whine as you feel the cool metal of his blade drag down the line of your spine.

“You are so fucking beautiful.”

“So incredibly mine.”

“Yes, yes.” You pant out, “Y-Yours.. yours, all yours.”

He drops the knife and grips your hips, “Fuck, you feel so fucking good.” His trusts pick up before he falls forward, his one hand resting by your head while his other arm wraps around you waist, “one more time, can you cum one more time for me, baby?”

“Y-yes.” You whimper out, attempting to turn your head to see him, “Yes, baby.”

He kisses over your shoulder, “I love you, so much, y/n.”

“I-I.. I love you, Chris.” You moan as you squeeze his cock, moaning out as he guides you through another high while listening to the moans he’s constantly pulling from you.

“That’s it, baby. That’s my girl.”

He rests his forward against hours as you feel his cock twitch inside of you, his groans low in your ear as his thrusts slow down.

He grabs the knife that’s next you, tossing it to the floor before he collapses onto the bed beside you.

He turns his head, giving you a slight smirk, “So.. I take it you’re not mad?”

You shake your head, moving up to lay your head on his chest, “In a sick, and twisted way.. I feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead and you let out a sigh, “Are you still going to get the asshole who elbowed me?”

Chris nods, “Yes I am.”

“Good.” You lay your arm over his waist, “I wanna help.”

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Hi hello, thank you so much for reading! If you would like a Matt one, you know what to do ;) I love you so much, I will catch you in the next one! 🖤