#ghostface!matt

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."

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.

saying that matt was obsessed was an understatement. he was going feral for you. losing his mind. every guy you talked to was found dead not even twenty four hours after your last interaction with him. it was making you think that maybe you have some kind of curse on you, but it was impossible... right?

matt was having his eye on you for a while now. but it was different. at first when he caught you at some party, he thought you will be his next victim. you guys talked, you thought he was funny and good looking. his tattoos caught your attention, you couldn't take your eyes of his arm. that's when matt's plans changed. he couldn't kill you, because he needed you. he craved you, wanted to put his hands all over your body, wanted to make you scream but from pleasure. but he was too anxious to start whatever, he didn't even know how. and you were so confident...

because matt was only shy without his mask on.

since this first and last interaction you both had, he started gaining informations about you. everytime your parents were at work and you were at school, he was in your room. he made a key to your house, allowing himself to come and go whenever he wanted. he stayed in your room for several hours, already knowing its layout by heart. he went through your drawers, smelled your sheets, stole your pretty lace underwear. but he also did something else. he installed a camera in your bathroom and in your room, to facilitate access to you. so every time you showered, every time you changed - he saw it. and he jerked off to the view, whimpering your name, with your panties wrapped around his dick.

he couldn't take it no more. his sick fantasies weren't enough.

he found himself in his car, parked down the road in your neighborhood. his phone in his hand as he kept watching you through the cameras. you were taking a shower, the water running down your perfect body. he couldn't stop staring at your beautiful curves, the way you soaped your skin, your wet hair sticking to your back... he wanted to be there with you, to press you against the wall and fuck you relentless, watching the pleasure forming on your face, listening to your sweet pretty sounds-

he was quick to pull out his painfully hard dick from his black jeans and start moving his hand up and down his length. having the perfect view on your tits, he kept imagining being there with you, being able to move his tongue around your nipples... he whimpers, thrusting into his fist, his dick pulsing desperately for some relief that he couldn't achieve. he was already struggling to cum, but it got worse when you got out of the shower and covered yourself with a towel, cutting off his view of your body. he groaned, stopping his movements and pulling his boxers and pants up. he was now on a mission. he had enough of just watching you.

leaving his car, he quickly made his way to your house and into the garden, hiding between the bushes. it was dark and he was dressed all black, so no one could spot him. he also knew that your parents were not at home. leaving you alone even though there is a crazy masked killer lurking nearby, looking for innocent girls like you? a bit stupid, he thought.

after putting on his ghostface mask and using a voice changer, he calls your number, waiting impatiently for you to answer. meanwhile you were in your room, still only covered by the towel and searching for some clean pajamas as you heard the phone buzzing. seeing the unknown number on the screen, you didn't think much of it and picked up.

"hello?"

"what's your favorite scary movie?" you hear a low, hoarse voice on the other end of the phone. frowning, you look at the screen of your phone before putting it to your ear again, thinking that someone is just making fun of you.

"what?"

"i asked... what's your favorite scary movie." the voice repeats, making you a bit confused.

"who's this?"

"that's not the answer for my question, sweetheart." the way he said 'sweetheart' makes you shiver. matt still hides in the bushes, watching you through the cameras on his other phone, seeing the confusion forming on your face and how you are still standing in your room just in a towel. this wasn't helping with his painfully hard cock that was straining against his jeans.

"uhmmm, i don't really watch scary movies..." you say unsure what to answer.

"yeah? then what do you watch?"

"i... i already answered your question so now you answer mine. who is this?" you ask again trying to sound confident even if the call was confusing you. was that one of your friends making fun of you?

matt lets out a low chuckle liking the attitude you're trying to put on. he knows he could make you change your act pretty quick. "isn't it a bit stupid? leaving you alone in the house when some psycho killer is nearby? maybe watching you? would be even a little unfortunate if he was talking to you right now, huh?"

your eyes widen and you look around as if you were going to find him. you understand the situation immediately. now you knew who you were talking to. it was him. and you felt your body rush through adrenaline. matt already was quietly unlocking your door downstairs to get inside. "what??? what do you want? please, leave me alone-"

"relax, sweetheart. i'm not gonna kill you. in fact you look too good right now to do anything to you other than making you moan while my cock is deep inside your pretty pussy."

"w-what??" you look around again as it could help you find him. processing his words, you frown your eyebrows, grabbing the top of the towel and pressing it tighter to your body. "how do you know how i look right now-"

"i know that you look incredibly hot in your pretty thin towel that isn't covering too much." matt smirks putting his second phone into his pocket and standing in front of the stairs. he didn't want to scare you too much, he needed to convince you to let him touch you.

panic starts filling you and you start looking around again. quickly walking to the closet, opening it, checking under the bed and in your bathroom. but he's nowhere to be found, obviously. "what do you want?!"

"i already told you sweetie. you aren't that dumb, are you? i just wished i could rip that towel off you... would you let me? hm?" as you hear his words, your eyes travel to the fabric covering your body, automatically pressing it against your chest. matt continues, "i'm not gonna hurt you, i promise. i just think you'd like this... i was watching you and i know what you watch when you touch yourself. naughty, aren't you? you like it rough and when the mask is on, huh?"

your eyes widen, your body shiver and neither of you says anything for a moment, your mind trying to process what you just heard. "you... what do you mean by saying..."

"yes, i watched you."

chewing on your bottom lip, you feel two things. panic and... something you definitely shouldn't feel right now. you actually liked watching home made porn when the guy had a mask on, while touching yourself. you knew it was fucked up, that you were fucked up and you had a lot of kinks that you would never tell anyone. but he knew. he watched you, took away your privacy. and something about this turns you on right now, making you more confused than ever.

"will you let me in, sweetheart?" you hear him ask and at the same time the stairs in the hall creak, indicating that someone was coming upstairs. but you were alone... right? matt knew your door were unlocked, he could easily get inside, but he needed to hear that you let him in. your body is literally frozen as you stand in the middle of the room, gripping the phone and looking at the door with wide eyes. heart pounding in your chest from the adrenaline and fear, yet the ache between your legs keeps growing when you think of every single thing he said. he was watching you, craved you and knew how fucked up your fantasies were because his were worse. "so? can i come in?" you see the door handle slowly turning, he was just outside the door to your room.

"y-yeah..." it slips out of your mouth faster than you can even realize. the call ends, you look at the screen confused, before your attention is turned towards the door which opens with a crack and a person dressed all in black, wearing a ghostface mask enters your room. he wasn't very tall, you checked him out, but couldn't notice much besides the knife he held in his hand. and that made your heart skip a beat and take a few steps back.

"oh c'mon, don't be shy now. you let me in, didn't you?" he speaks up, his voice a bit different than on the phone. it's almost like you recognize it, but you don't know from where. he slowly makes his way over to you but you continue backing away, with your heart pounding in your chest until you reach your bed, falling backwards onto the mattress, the towel loosens on your body, making matt smirk under the mask. he stops in front of your bed, looking down at you and tilting his head to the side a little. god, you were beautiful. he reaches his hand, running it slowly down your thigh, making you flinch a little. feeling your soft, smooth skin under his fingertips was like his dreams coming true. then with one quick movement he rips the towel off you, leaving you completely bare. you watch him with widen eyes, too stunned to speak because you're scared and that sends vibrations straight to your pussy. "what's the matter sweetie? you look like you've seen a ghost."

"i—" the words get stuck in your throat, even though you can't see his eyes, you can feel him looking at you. feeling it really intensely, not understanding how this situation can have such an effect on you, making goosebumps appear on your body, your pussy throbbing but at the same time the sight of the knife in his hand makes it slightly terrifying. "i... i j-just— what will you do...?"

a low, hoarse laugh leaves him, he places the non-sharp side of the knife between your tits and starts moving it downwards, but not in a way that will hurt you. looking at this with widen eyes, you can't believe how hot what he's doing is making you feel. matt was literally in heaven right now. seeing your terrified face but at the same time the lust in your eyes, the way your body reacted to his touch, it made him go crazy, his cock twitching in his jeans needing to feel you around him. needing to ruin you. "you've no idea how long i been wanting to do this...." he spreads your legs, a groan escapes him, seeing your pussy dripping with arosual, already ready for him. his fingers trace over your wet folds, spreading them open as he sees your pink dripping entrance and he inserts one finger inside you, the movement making you gasp silently and close your eyes for a moment. "...mmm, yeah.... so fuckin' pretty... wish i could taste you— fuckk, so wet f'me... and you didn't even see me— you're jus' a little slut, hm?"

he places the cold blade of that knife on your hard nipple, the feeling makes you let out a soft whimper and it's like a sudden wake-up call for him. he just made you let out a noise. and immediately want more. removing his finger out of you, holding your folds spread, he runs the handle of the knife along the entire length of your heat, making you whine again. "oh god..."

"you like it? i knew you might be into some crazy shit jus' when i first saw you...." matt throws the knife on the mattress and not wanting to waste more time, unzips his pants. "y'want it, yeah? tell me. tell me you want this---" he slaps your pussy making you squeal, the sound echoed throughout the room. did he really have to ask? you were dripping. for him. you should be scared of this psychopath in front of you, but instead you were turned on, which was sickening.

"mhm..." you hum, your eyes watching his movements very intensely. his pants were already down to his knees along with his boxers. swallowing nervously, your eyes stare at his hard cock, precum leaking from his red sensitive tip. damn, he was big. maybe even too big. "i-i do, but... i don't know if you're gonna fit---"

he felt his control slip away, those words making his cock harden more than possible. he just lets out, "--don'cha worry sweetheart.... i'll make it fit—", giving himself a few strokes and spreading your legs, pressing your knees against your stomach, he finally slides into you immediately feeling your slippery walls sucking him in and making him groan. you let out a muffled scream when he doesn't give you any time to adjust, he's just too desperate and feeling you around him makes his mind go blank. you feel his dick deep as he begins to move slowly inside you, brushing against your g-spot because of the position you two are in. your hands grab the sheets, eyes rolling back as he starts to pick up the pace immediately. it hurt, but at the same time it filled you with pleasure.

"oh--- 's too big... i can't—"

"yes you can." he growls thrusting into you harder, he can't get enough of the way your cunt feels around him so perfectly, the way you squirm beneath him, every single one of your moans leaving your lips, making him addicted. he looks down cursing to himself as he watches how his dick slip in and out of your sensitive pussy, each slap of skin makes you silently screaming and gripping the sheets as your life depended on it. "so fuckin' pretty... too big, huh? yet you take it all, like the good girl you are... fuck--"

"--mmmm, pleaseeee... oh my god—" you have no idea what even you're begging for. cutting yourself off, your eyes snap open looking at him, looking at the mask he was wearing, it just makes you clench around his dick.

"oh fuck, keep doin' that... s'fuckin' good f'me—" the headboard starts rocking against the wall with each movement of his hips and that's when you feel his hand wrapping around your neck, his fingers gripping gently at first as he picks up his pace even more making your mind spin. "that's right— take it... fuck-- take it all— make me fuckin' proud...i knew you aren't that innocent as you pretend to be.."

"oh- i... don't.... oh my—" you aren't even able to form a sentence as his fingers tighten around your neck, making you let out more muffled moans but still being able to breathe. his every thrust into you starts overwhelming you with pleasure, watching him while he ruined you, that mask on his face drawing out of you your deepest, most hidden fantasies. matt was too far gone, the look on your face, the way your brows were knitted together and mouth slack open letting out more sweet needy sounds, it all was imprinted in his brain and he won't forget this for a long time.

"don't hold back, sweetheart. let me— mmhh shit— let me hear you..." his fingers squeeze around your throat some more causing your breath hitch as he continues going on the unholy pace.

"feels so.. s-so good— oh! right there... plea--" another scream leaving your lips when matt keeps pounding into you, your stomach drops over and over and your pussy squeezes around him again. he's in total disbelief how good you feel, how your walls manage to strangle him more, it's even better than what he imagined. "---'m gonna.... fuck!"

"yeaah, that's it sweetie.... cum all over my cock... make a mess on it— shittttt.... y'like it that much? being fucked by the fuckin'.... ghostface.... huh? mmhmm—" matt growls when his dirty words just adds to your pleasure and suddenly the knot in your stomach releases. too far gone in the sensation he was giving you, you let out a shaky moan, your eyes rolling back while your body continues to shake.

"oh yeah, so good... perfect..." matt groans and just by your expression, the way your legs were shaking, he feels his dick twitches. he lets go of your neck, warm cum bursts from his tip inside of you as your walls sucks him in deep. your legs fall down onto the mattress, both of you catching your breath as he gives you a few more thrusts before stopping and pulling out, taking last look at your pussy now leaking with your own and his release. you open your eyes, but matt is quick to stop you. "no, don't. keep them closed f'me. don't you dare open 'em until i tell you. got it?"

you frown a bit but keeps your eyes closed. "wha-"

your words are cut off pretty fast when matt pulls his mask halfway up so that only his lips are exposed and presses them against yours, stealing a small, surprised whimper from you, but you quickly kiss him back. you can't even feel him properly, only feeling the soft texture of his lips as he immediately pulls away, leaving you a bit surprised. feeling a small gust of wind, as if you couldn't feel the warmth of his body anymore, you ask, "--can i open my eyes?"

but there's no response, so after a moment you find the courage to open your eyes, but the room is empty. a small frown appears between your eyebrows while propping yourself up on your elbow and looking around, but the mysterious ghostface guy was nowhere to be found. he disappeared as if... as if it was just your dream. your next sick fantasy. however, you touch your lips slightly with your fingers, still feeling the sweet taste of the kiss that lasted too short for your liking and you know it just couldn't be only your imagination. it has to be real.

right?

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