A SCARY MOVIE | DARK CONTENT MDNI 18+
one-shot: ghostface! caleb & sylus x fem! reader
you’re not stupid. don’t answer doors with strangers, nor calls. halloween is a few days away, and you needed your self-care time. however, you have the worst of luck— but it’s not your fault. blame your friend.
warnings: mdni/18+, language, dubious consent, childhood bestfriend! caleb + stranger! sylus, mentions of blood, knife play, glove kink, cunnilingus + blowjob, fingering + squirting, vouyerism, dacryphilia, slight dumbification, filming/sex tapes, overstimulation, cum eating, masked! caleb, nicknames, slight somnophilia, threesome
Another scream rang through your enclosed walls, piercing and shrill like that last.
It wasn’t new to you, because the horror cliqué remained the same. You watched the female lead get stabbed by the slasher, screaming and sobbing for mercy.
“Just grab the fucking knife!”
You groaned, slapping your hand across your couch’s perch in anger. If you were attacked like that, you’d definitely kick him in the balls and shove the knife through his ass. It was that simple!
Night had fallen long ago, and the stars were invisible in the gloom. You were home alone for the time being, especially with your grandma out for her bingo camp. (Even you didn’t know that was a thing.)
So, that meant more free time for you.
It meant more face masks without being called Micheal Myers in them— and certainly more walking around without a bra because it was so relaxing. And here you were, draped on your black loveseat with a fluffy night gown cloaking your figure.
Popcorn and skin serums were littered about, and the TV remote was somewhere lost in the coffee table’s mess. As the movie continued to play, you resorted to painting your nails, keeping them a nice onyx color.
“Please don’t! Please! Please! Aaah—“
Another scream with another kill.
You mocked her scream, laughing to yourself. These movies were so unrealistic and awfully—
Thump.
You snap back immediately, eyes wide as you pause.
“Pip!”
Oh my gosh, that stupid Caleb.
You cap the nail polish, muttering incoherent curses. Caleb was your best friend since so many years, but he rarely comes over. Not that you want him to come over, that is, but he’d usually message you before he does.
You grabbed your crow blanket from the side, wrapping it around you like a make-believe dress. Your door kept thumping with impatient knocks, and you swung it open annoyingly.
“What in the world do you want at this hour?”
There, the brunette was holding a gym bag over his shoulder, his knuckles frozen mid-air in another knock. His smile is enlightening, and you immediately forget why you’re upset.
“Oh! I just wanted to make a pit stop at your place before I head to a party— do you mind?” he digs in his pocket, “Aaand here’s my payment for my stay.”
He opens his palms to reveal a ziploc bag of sliced apples, making you raise a brow in utter disbelief.
“Really…?”
You swipe your nose, accidentally wiping some of the face mask off. Cursing you stood aside, motioning him forward,
“Just get in, and keep those damn apples— I’m in the middle of something important.”
“Gee…” his voice trails, and he notices the television replaying an old favorite, “Watching scary movies at night again? Remember how you got—“
Your glare hushed him instantly, and you slammed the door, pushing past the big brute. Sure, he might be tall and almighty, but you had that swiveling control in you to keep him from getting too big of himself.
“I’m not 13 anymore, let me watch my stuff in peace,” you watch him drop his bag on your seat, “That’s my seat you idiot!”
He doesn’t listen, and takes the spot beside it, stretching out his legs. You noticed his black apparel then; a simple pair of dark jeans and his striped crewneck. The necklace you gave him glinted with the TV’s flashing light, making it sparkle a little more.
He was so fucking hot, but you weren’t that bold to say it. Caleb was almost done with aerospace academy, and graduating top in his class. You were confident that some much prettier girls his type were pining after him, so you didn’t bother.
“You sure do know how to make yourself comfortable,” you mumble, leaning behind him on the couch, “What’s the party you’re going to?”
His eyes are locked on the screen, watching the next victim get brutally stabbed. It should be concerning, but you weren’t the least icked by it— and Caleb wasn’t either.
“Some new freshman party, with drinks and stuff,” he sounded disinterested, “I’m going with a friend so it won’t be too bad.”
“Since when do you hang out with freshman?” you laugh, giving his head a light wack, “And since when did you have friends?”
“Hey!” he turns, frowning, “A guy like me can make friends, thank you very much.”
You shrug, and stand behind him for a while more. His shoulders rose slightly with each breath he took, and you’d glance at him and then the screen every so often. Then, you got a whiff of metal.
Quietly, you lean forward, sniffing his hair lightly. It smelled like dirty mahogany, and then…dirt. You grimaced, poking his cheek,
“You smell like shit y’know.”
You only got a hum in reply. But then again, your friend is stupidly stubborn. You make your way forward, collecting all your serums from the coffee table to take upstairs.
Once you show a horror movie to him, he’s never going to look back. You remembered one time when the both of you were playing outside, he wouldn’t move from behind the tree, and simply watched a snake eat a cute little mouse. Creepy, but you weren’t that different either.
You made your way upstairs, the steps below you creaking with your weight. You shoot one final glance at Caleb, but he’s as still as you found him.
Your room was the biggest in the house, and that was because Grandma insisted you have it. Your closet was somewhat spacious, and your bathroom was about 1/4 the size of your room. You entered it, turning on the buzzing light as you dumped the glass vials on the sink’s top.
You carefully placed each serum back to its spot behind the mirror and then some into your mini fridge. You turned on the water, letting it run warm. Lastly, of your most tiring routine to prevent a mess, you slipped on your fluffy bracelets and handband. You looked silly in the mirror, but beauty costs apparently. You then washed the mask off your face.
A few minutes later, and then some moisturizer, you were done. You still had some annoying bumps on your cheek, and no matter what new cream you used, they never came off. You sighed, getting ready to go downstairs.
“I told you to wait for me, didn’t I?”
You stopped, and then squatted.
“No…you’re fucking insane…I said, no.”
Who in the world was he talking to? You wrapped your blanket a little tighter, and then crawled forward a bit. The stairs railings covered your form, and you’re thankful because Caleb was digging through his bag.
It was actually the first time you’ve seen him angry too. His voice was commanding, and he practically yelled at the small device.
“If you dare, then I will not hesitate to…Sylus!”
You heard a loud beep.
The call must have ended because he threw his phone across the living room. Poor thing must’ve seen better days.
He took a deep breath, and his eyes were closed shut. Right now is definitely not the time to go down…so you took that moment to crawl back up quietly.
Then, footsteps started getting near.
He’s coming upstairs.
You sweared under your breath, racing to your room and pretending to look for something in your closet.
“Pipsqueak? Hello?”
He sees you buried half-waist in your closet. You tossed one old shirt after another, humming a tune to keep yourself at bay. Unfortunately at this moment too, you really needed to clean your closet.
“Oh Caleb!” you pop your head out a bit, “Hey! What’re you doing in my room?”
You playfully throw one of your pants, but it was a poor throw and it barely made it two feet before you. The man was leaned on your doorway, his legs cross as he snickered at you.
“Nothin’ I was just checking up on you since you were up here for a while…”
His gaze follows to the open door of your bathroom, and he grins,
“Say, you don’t mind if I hop in your shower really quick?” he raised his hands before you spoke, “I won’t use your shampoo!”
You grimaced, and looked down at your closet. There were so many pants you’ve never bothered wearing, and they were still new with the price tags. With a sigh you replied,
“Fine, but I better not see your pubes in my drain.”
“Alrighty— wait.”
You shared a laugh with him, but it didn’t take long for it to die down. He left you alone to retrieve some of his clothing downstairs, and you let a long held-in breath out. You plopped back forward onto your heap of clothes, hugging them tight.
Something is definitely up with Caleb, and it simply doesn’t feel right. And who was Sylus? As far as your memory could reach, you’ve never heard that name before. Was he a friend of Caleb as well? Or a coworker?
Or were you just jealous?
But then again, he didn’t seem like a friend. Because…friends wouldn’t yell at each other— would they?
You heard his footsteps climb up again and into your room. He chuckled at your crouched form, and commented slyly,
“I can see your underwear, pipsqueak.”
Immediately, you reach down to cover your ass, your face a furious red. He was lucky to escape your fury and head straight inside the other room.
“Stop staring then!” you growl and bang on the bathroom door, “You pervert!”
From your messy pile, you pick out some pink shorts and slip them on. It was best not to be a temptation anyway, and then made your way downstairs.
You went to play another movie, and was about to reach the remote, but then spotted Caleb’s phone under the couch. You look around for any prying eyes, and then crouch down to grab it.
His phone case was a slick red, and his homescreen was a picture of the both of you during your younger days. Now that left his password to be discovered. Out of curiosity, you put your birthdate— and then nearly grimaced when it unlocked the phone.
“Sylus…?”
You swiped down to see several missed calls, and then some texts. You were tempted to click on the chat, but then last minute, decided otherwise. This was an invasion of privacy—
Ding!
You look down at the screen.
I arrived.
Arrived? Arrived where? Skeptically, you tossed the phone back under the couch, and then focused your gaze on Caleb’s bag. His towel was peeking out, making you sigh. You might as well give it over because there was no way you were letting him borrow yours.
The moment you pulled his towel out, several other articles fell.
“Damn it…”
You kneeled to pick up a black fabric, but you felt plastic attached to it. You turned the item, and saw a ghost-like pattern on its balaclava. Its eyes and mouth looked like they were sunken down, and then painted red.
You grazed the red splotches slightly, still wet and smeared on the white mask. Was that…blood? You reached for the other articles, and saw stains that only furthered your guess.
Whose blood was this?
Swallowing thickly, you placed them all back inside, but your hands still remained soaked in blood. Shit, shit, shit. You sprinted quietly into the kitchen, and ran the water to rinse out the stains.
You felt your heart pound in disbelief. It was like an earthquake happening in your body because you couldn’t even breathe right. Caleb…Caleb is a very nice guy. He wouldn’t hurt a fly, and you knew that.
You literally grew up with him.
You should know that better than anyone.
You raise your gaze up at the window, and saw a pair of sunken black eyes stare back at you.
One blink.
Two blinks.
And then you walk backwards.
Your scream was caught in your throat as you kept your eyes locked on the other. The mask was like the one you saw seconds ago, and it nearly makes you laugh. This must be a sick prank— Halloween is near after all.
The figure raps the window with their knuckles, and you see that his fist holds a long silver knife. His other hand pointed toward the door outside, and you follow the finger, noticing that your door was unlocked.
“No…”
You whisper, and then take off in a sprint. Nearly falling, you scramble to lock the spring door, but it was no use. The figure was already there, one large hand holding it still and the knife cutting the wires agonizingly slow. They were tall, way too tall.
I didn’t watch all those movies for nothing.
You scramble back up and snatch a knife from the countertop, and then run upstairs. Golden light spills from your room, meaning that Caleb must’ve finished showering. You were going to take a step inside, but then stopped yourself.
Caleb is involved in this somehow, you can’t trust him.
So, you make the next best exit.
Your grandma’s room.
You try your best to stay silent, but it’s inevitable in an old house like yours. You quietly close the door behind you, locking it the best you could. Then, you stuck one of her rocking chairs under the knob, being the second step of security you had.
You set your eyes at the window, and you make a sigh of relief. Setting down the knife, you start dismantling the wooden frame. It took several hits before it broke down, and it left the spring frame as the last barrier between you and the outside.
Though, voices from the hallway distracted you. You gaze at the door and then the window— your escape should be easy, so you can just listen in a bit. You crouched down the door, pressing your ear against the thin wood as you eavesdropped into the conversation.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
That was Caleb.
“Oh, I don’t know, perhaps saving you from rats.”
That must be the figure…
“Rats? Okay Sylus, you have gone way too far this week and it’s pissing me the fuck off,” a loud thump was heard, “Leave.”
Several more thumps were heard, and then a crash.
“I was the one to help you with your murder, and you treat me like this? That’s a kind gesture coming from you.”
Sylus was the figure then, but the whole context of the conversation was difficult to understand. Murder? Who murdered who?
“I could care less— we made it clear that we won’t meddle in personal affairs, and yet you come into my life?”
A brief pause.
“Where’s my y/n?”
Your heart skipped a beat, and you began to recede from the door. The conversation was still audible, especially with the way Caleb raised his voice.
“What the fuck did you do to her?”
“I don’t know.” a chuckle, “But do tell, she found your stash— and I think she knows now.”
You bit your lip, hard. The spring barrier would not budge open, making you panic internally. It wouldn’t take long for them to start searching for you, so you needed to leave. Now.
“Sweet thing ran upstairs before I could grab her.”
Another thump, and this time it was a clearly loud punch.
“If you touch even a hair on her head, I will personally kill you.”
You reached for the knife on the bed and started cutting out a large circle on the frame. The chirps of crickets witnessed your escape, and wondered if you’d survive the fall.
“Let’s make a wager. First one to find her gets to do whatever they desire, how’s that?”
You really didn’t like this Sylus guy— and hoped that Caleb wasn’t stupid enough to—
“Fine, but if I find her you leave.”
A deep chuckle makes your bones rattle, and you can feel the goosebumps rise on your dewy flesh as Sylus speaks again.
“I personally think, she’s in there.”
Oh my god.
“No…she must be hiding in another room. Pipsqueak!”
You pushed the cut hole out, and began to squeeze yourself outside. The cold breeze hit your bare skin, and it was enough to make your teeth start shattering. You were careful on the tiles, avoiding the possibility of slipping and falling to an embarrassing death.
The feeling of adrenaline ran through your veins, and heightened at the tip of your brain— this, this all felt surreal. Your back was pressed against the brick wall of your home, but you kept a grip on the window sill as you scoured your head for ideas. There must be a way to jump or climb down safely…
“Pip!”
Your gaze shoots down, and you see Caleb several feet below you. His hands cupped his mouth as he shouted again,
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you! Stay there! I’ll—“
“No!” you grit your teeth, “You’re a maniac! I’m not going to bother!”
How he managed to get downstairs so quickly was beyond you, so the escape below was quickly ruined. You couldn’t stay up there all night, the both of you knew that. But the fear of not knowing what he does, when you thought you did…was stronger than anything.
And Caleb?
To say he’s worried is an understatement, because he’s worried and angry. How dare you not trust him? He was bound to tell you one day, just simply not today.
Yet, the fear and uncertainty in your eyes told him that it would take years before you could trust him again. You weren’t safe up there, but neither in the house. His partner was pathetic, but way too awfully sadistic.
And to him, it was better that he got you than the other.
“Pip, please,” his eyes scanned the wall for places of leverage, “I will tell you everything— everything you need to know.”
He dodged a tile from you, and your face was as stern and dark as ever. The next words that slipped from your precious lips just set his limit. He’s had up to here to handle you, and if you didn’t want his help. He didn’t care.
“Fuck off! I don’t love you anymore!”
The words felt foreign leaving you, yet at the same time, exhilarating. Your chest heaved with the urge to sob, but you held it back. You weren’t going to cry in front of a man who killed god knows how many people— and you certainly weren’t going to trust anything coming from his mouth.
His chestnut hair blew softly in the cold breeze as he stood silent below. The dark grass almost embraced him and his glare, sharp and steady to the touch. His once familiar feeling with memories and times shared was dissipated. You watched trembling in the wind, and he tilted his head, letting out a pft.
“Oh come on, you’re lying. Just,” his brows furrowed as he forced a hard smile, “Just, stay there. I’ll come up and get you.”
“No!”
You started moving to the right of the sill, nearly slipping on a tile.
“y/n.”
You turn, ready for another retort until it dies down. The man below didn’t look so happy.
“When I catch you, I’ll make sure you love me again,” he makes a brief pause, his voice like dangerously smooth velvet, “I promise you that.”
“Hm, too late.”
The gruff voice was erupted from below your waist, and you see tufts of white hair tickle your bare legs. In an instant, gloved hands grab your hips, pushing them down hard enough to make you lose your balance. The bricks scraped your hands, causing you to release a sharp painful hiss.
And you knew it was Sylus— because no one else looked at you with such sad pity and handled you with such harsh contempt. His fingertips digged on the plush of your hips as you tried scooping up tiles, desperate to escape.
“Get the fuck away from—
A blade is pressed firmly on your open lips, and it’s all you need to shut up and survive. The cold metal’s tip poked at your nose, ready to pierce the skin and scar you for life. Your throat bobbed slightly as you slowly lifted your gaze at the man, partly from disbelief and the fear of looking any other way.
“Now, that isn’t a very nice mouth you have kitten,” he lifts a brow as he sneers slightly, “I believe we’ll fix that soon enough.”
Your hands throbbed with the scratches of the wall, and it was uncomfortably mixed with the tight pain on your hips. Sylus looked awful. His hair was made of thick white locks parting from the side— which complimented his horrid red orbs.
His tall form wasn’t made believe either. Broad shoulders lifted up with his arms, swinging you over him and humming deeply with the squeak that erupts from your lips. There was something about him now that you were close up, and that “something” convinced you that if you were to even peep another word— you’d be gone from this planet in an instant.
Sylus turned slightly, spotting his partner in the farther distance. He knew that the brunette was upset, but it’s only rational if he lost the game. The corner of his lips turned slightly as he waved at the other,
“Couldn’t win at my own game? That’s just…” he pauses and taps his chin, “Oh yes, sad. In your own home, no less.”
The man below glared daggers above.
You found yourself in a predicament.
Not only with the hateful turmoil and sickening fear, but physically. It took literally your life to be as still as possible from where you were. No begging could get you out of this. And it didn’t matter who you begged to either.
Caleb sat on the other side of the living room, cleaning the stained mask you discovered earlier. His frown was the same as minutes earlier, unrelenting and as dark as ever. He’d spare glances at you every so often, maybe of worry— maybe of promise. For sure, he didn’t like the outcome of this game.
Another horror show played in the background— the infamous Frankenstein in its glorious black and white. It was your favorite, however, it just filled you with dread.
The creep who caught you had you on his lap, his legs spread so that you could sit “comfortably” on his big thigh. What stopped you from moving slightly was the threat of the knife resting in front of your stomach, eager to gut you the moment you made an innocent mistake.
His fingers rapped on the loveseat’s edge, his gaze glued to the television. He didn’t say anything to you after, and you didn’t either. You’ve seen enough tense scenes to know how things usually play out— and you hoped that some protective neighbor was righteous enough to check up on you. But that’s a really far stretch…
“The party starts soon, we should get on the road.”
Your gaze shifts to Caleb, who tosses the mask on the coffee table. He leans forward from his seat, his elbows resting on his knees as he stares at Sylus.
“Leave her and let’s go.”
The thigh below you bounces slightly, making you shift from your center. You hear the man hum again, as if in thought. Yes, leave! Leave!
“I’ve changed my mind.”
You feel his breath tickle your ear, causing the little hairs behind your neck to rise. He’s an expert with how he talks, because it has you fighting internally to fight or flight.
“Excuse me?” Caleb scoffs, his expression in discontent, “We’ve planned this for over a month and you’re going to call it off? Since when do you call the shots?”
“I don’t recall you calling the shots either,” his voice is laced with subtle lust, “Moreover, I’d be rude if I didn’t use my dispensable prize.”
Use?
“She’s not an item,” your ex-friend growled, “And she’s more mine than yours.”
“Ah?” you feel Sylus’s hand trace your legs, his fingertips ghosting your outer thigh, “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I do remember her saying— what was it sweetie?”
You didn’t know he was referring to you until you felt the blade get closer to your abdomen, and it makes you reply mumblishly,
“I-I don’t remember.”
“You don’t remember?”
He sounds like he has pity, but you knew that was far from the truth. You looked up at Caleb, defiant and reflecting upon him a teary face. God, you loved him but this was not the moment. It sounded like he really wanted to leave you alone, but the fucking killer wasn’t giving him the light of day to do so.
You wanted to run far, far, far away from here and into the embrace of your Grandma. To feel her warm hugs and hear her sweet soothing voice would be utterly divine right now.
“How about we remind him?”
He whispered it so only you would hear it, but Caleb immediately understood your wide-eyed expression. The white-haired had traveled the knife up towards your sternum, reflecting your quivering eyes below.
“Do you know how it feels to be eaten?” he whispers, lips grazing the shell of your hot ear, “Like a sweet cream dessert?”
“No.”
Your voice is meek and it feels like the world has drowned out with how the knife’s blade glinted in a wicked grin.
“Tsk tsk, your best friend never ate you out?” his palm recedes back to your pelvis, palming it, “Poor thing…I can change that. You only have to say please.”
You didn’t have an option anyway. You felt your sweat trickle down your neck, making you feel sick as you whisper;
“Please.”
It only brings you a moment of relief when the blade is retracted and tossed to the side— but the moment you look up at Caleb, you already realize what you have done.
“She’s mine, and you need to fucking respect that.”
He nearly pounces from where he sat, but the dignity he has allows him to resist a while more.
“She said, please.” Sylus roughly pushes you forward, making you flail as you bend to palm the floor, “And I’m respecting that.”
Your hips are moved up, your knees lifted slightly from its kneel. Blood rushes to your head and breathing alone in this position is difficult to say the least.
The slasher squeezes your ass, massaging its mounds as he teases Caleb once more,
“She’s quite the fortune you’ve been hiding partner, it’s very sad that I’ll have the first taste of it.”
“You’re on thin ice, Sylus,” he spat, “I’m going to—“
“Oh but I’m not going to be rash— you can have her after I’m done. Like a dog fed scraps.”
You didn’t have to see to know Caleb wasn’t very pleased with the analogy. He angrily huffed and leaned back on the couch, his leg bouncing impatiently as he stared back at the television.
“Now, where were we?”
The man behind squeezed your ass once more before reaching the hem of your pink shorts, making you twitch slightly from your position. The gloves made his touch cold on your skin as you felt the cloth be pushed down to your knees, pooled along with your panties.
He didn’t say another word and lazily stroked your folds, taking whatever horrid turn-on you had leaked off you as temporary lube. Hell, it was like he was preparing food— difference is, you’re alive on the dish.
His thumb prodded at your hole, making small circular movements to see what reaction he could evoke from you. When you didn’t say much, he traveled his hand down to your clit. Slight pressure was pressed on the tiny bud, and you bit your lip to suppress any noises that’d accidentally escape.
He hummed, “Well, well. I suppose it takes more than light teasing to please a woman like you, hm?”
Yeah. You dead would please me.
As if hearing your thoughts, he dragged your hips forward harshly— evoking a squeak as you found leverage on the man’s thighs. Your front thighs rested on his shoulders, his hot breath fanning your slick pussy. The thought of being ate in front of Caleb was embarrassing, and you hoped that his love for horror would distract him from seeing you unraveled like this.
Before you could feel the rapture, the familiar cold metal was pressed on your skin yet again. It traced your thighs, making your skin raise slightly at the rifts and turns it delicately made.
“Now this is something worth filming,” he chuckled, “Hey partner, get the camera.”
To your surprise, Caleb didn’t retort. He simply stood up, then left for a brief moment, and returned with an old camera. It was one of those old style ones that were considered the 2000’s aesthetic— but considering the situation, it didn’t look quite attractive.
You slowly lifted your head to see him stand before you, your head at the perfect position before his pelvis. He catches your gaze and gives you a sad smile,
“Don’t want to see me, huh pip?”
He reaches for his cleaned mask and plops it on his persona. His eyes became invisible to you, and only that looming ghost face taunted you as it turned slightly down. The rest of the balaclava covered his head and neck, making his reactions discreet to you.
The click of the camera was heard, and then some buttons pushed, and then a gruff reply,
“Make it quick, I don’t want to see her like this.”
The white-haired grins, his finger motioning Caleb forward,
“I’ll let you take her front, but don’t be so pissed. We can attend that long-awaited party sometime later.”
You feel your heart race, and to your content, not a word is heard from your friend. The camera must’ve been recording, because a foreign wet muscle immediately plunged on your cunt. Your hands instinctively fly to your mouth, covering it with all the strength you had left. Your nails dug into your cheek, but it was no less stressful than the knife still tracing your thighs.
Sylus’s tongue darted across your pussy, teasing your clit softly in contrast to his heated breaths. You tasted divine and musk, the sweat from running away still lingered— and it excited him more. He’d be lying if he said he could’ve had all the pussy he wanted at the party, but discovering your existence and worth to Caleb…well that was just much better.
He does love a friendly rivalry after all.
Your legs shivered below him, getting untensed as you were deceptive to yourself. His gaze even met his partners, whose cock was rock hard and bulging through his jeans. Sylus gave one last lick on your clit, then gave one large lap on your hole— savoring the iridescent slick that dripped slowly from you. He pressed his knife on your cunt, flat and careful as he watched you twitch at the contrasting temperature.
You were way too cute writhing under. He was slow and taunting with you, giving languid licks as your fold parted each time. His saliva was warm and your mind grew fuzzy as you tried to focus on the rationale you tried to keep.
In front of you, Caleb was already riled up. His breathing could be heard from under his mask as he enviously watched the fucker in front of him devour your cunt. It should’ve been him doing that to you.
To lap up your cunt like a hungry dog and eat you the way you actually deserve— not slow and strict like this. He would’ve had you sat on his face, rocking your hips on his nose as you sang sweet melodies to his ears. He would’ve had you begging to go faster, deeper, and harder— but, it remained as fantasies.
Instead, your face was a blushing mess, and you were struggling to moan. He didn’t want you making a single noise for a man undeserving like Sylus, and it was coincidental that his cock was aching to be part of the action.
You felt your hair be tugged slightly, making you lift your head groggily. Your eyes were watery as you stared at Caleb motion you to his crotch,
“I’ll help you, pip, but help me first.”
You instantly refused, trying to dip your head back into Sylus’ lap— however, it didn’t go as you intended. Caleb kept your hair in a fist, keeping you slightly in place, and then he signaled his partner;
“Hold the camera.”
Sylus lifted his red eyes slightly, then hummed. Your pussy thrummed as he kept making slow licks, teasing your aching hole with the tip of his tongue. He was too content to bother, but considering the sake of ruining you— it should be well worth it. You watched as the camera was exchanged, and your friend unbuckle his jeans.
The mask covered any visible pleasure he had, but you didn’t need it to know. Caleb’s cock stood face to face with you, his tip leaking tiny beads of precum. His hair was kempt below, a happy trail making it if not more attractive to see. That is, if you weren’t scared of fitting that entire bulging thing in your mouth.
“Open up kitten,” Sylus pressed the knife tauntingly over your soaked folds, “Can’t keep the pup waiting.”
He watched as the other forced your wet lips open, your held-in saliva stretch as you took his length inch by inch. Your cheeks began to puff and you nearly gagged trying to breathe.
Caleb rocked his hips slowly, still fisting your hair as he grunted through the mask. Your tongue traced the bottom of his cock, your drool escaping your lips, trickling all the way down your chin. The other moved the camera to your pussy, zooming in with the blade’s light movement on parting your folds.
Sylus then stabbed the knife on the edge of the couch, making you flinch slightly. Noticing your fear, he grins,
“Oh don’t worry sweetie, I wouldn’t impale you— with a knife that is.”
Caleb sped up his thrusts, practically fucking himself in your mouth with sloppy noises resounding along with the television. You felt his cock kiss your throat happily, sliding along your wet cavern with ease. You heard his gruff moans through the mesh of the mask, holding himself back from spilling his seed inside you.
Your jaw ached with pain, your nose meeting his lavender-scented happy trail— but you were too far dumb to recognize his pretty lying. Behind you, Sylus chose to slip a finger in your pussy, the camera witnessing his leather gloves get soaked with your slick.
One push, then another, your sweet pussy made tiny pop nosies every time he took out his finger— and then once more as he slipped it in. He curled his index finger downwards, pressing against your squishy insides.
Your throat gurgled with a suppressed moan, making you vibrate around Caleb’s dick pleasurably. Then, the perpetrator decided to slip two fingers, stretching you wide as he finger-fucked you slowly.
It felt like a big build-up, and your friend was growing sloppy with his thrusts, curses spilling from under his mask. You just looked adorable with tears slipping down your beautiful orbs, and you needed something to adorn it.
In one more thrust, he pulled out, then slapped his cock somewhat gently on your lips. Your cheek fell victim to his release as he spurted himself on you, a long languid groan escaping his heaving chest. Your hand trembled as you reached to touch your cheek, and you could barely analyze the sticky mess before Sylus slipped another finger in you.
A sweet cry erupts from you, making you fall face-forward again on Sylus’s lap. The camera watched as he sped up his pace, his three fingers in a curl as he squished your spongey pussy for that incoming squirt. He wasn’t new to a woman’s body, so he already knew you were ready once your hips started fucking themselves on his palm.
“That’s it, chase it.” his voice is tinged with amusement, and he zooms in to your blushing folds, “Show the camera how you squirt for us.”
On command, your cunt squirts onto his black wear, creating a darker wet patch. You’re practically mewling with your raising hips, overstimulated with his unrelenting fingering, keeping you on another edge as he stroked another release.
Caleb’s cum is smeared on the others lap as you stuff your face between the strong thighs, making your final moan muffled and loud as you tremble. The white-haired finally pulls out, his gloves wet with your sticky fluid and beaded release, making him grunt in disapproval.
“If you don’t appreciate the artwork then don’t keep it,” Caleb frowned as Sylus ripped off his glove, ready to toss it aside.
“Oh? Don’t tell me you’ll keep it?”
“Even better,” he snatches the wet glove, tossing it perfectly inside his gym bag, “It’ll be my snack.”
“Didn’t know you were…special like that.”
Caleb picks you up from your armpits, folding your arms around him as you still spasm with aftershocks. His hand rubs circles on your back soothingly as he glares from under his mask,
“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, and it’s best to keep it that way.”
Sylus grimaces, his red eyes narrowed as he thought of a reasonable argument. It was one thing to be surprised, yet another to be threatened. Both men had their fair share of encounters and killings, yet it didn’t matter because it was so difficult to learn about one another.
So seeing each other “bond” over you was more than necessary for their ever-lasting relationship. With a sigh, Sylus lifted himself from the couch, stretching his arms as he prepared himself for the main course.
“Anywhom, let’s get straight to the point. You want to fuck her and I want to film, how’s that?”
“There’s no benefit in your end.”
The other chuckled as he undressed himself, taking off his blazer and other hunting gear.
“Oh how right you are, I forget you still have a brain in that sick head of yours.”
Caleb sat in Sylus’ place, keeping you on his lap as he positioned you slightly over his cock. Your head lolled around your shoulders, your brain fuzzy as you tried to make out the television’s grey pictures. However, it was soon covered with toned abs, pale and leading down to another weeping cock.
Your chin was lifted slightly, and you were met eye to eye with the horrid man again. Beneath you, your panties and shorts were torn off, and another cock rubbed itself on your glistening folds. Its fat tip pushed slightly in your stretched hole, being gentle as it slipped inside with your tight grip.
“I’m glad we meet again, it’s been a while since we saw eye to eye.”
You didn’t have the energy to laugh at his sick joke, and the night’s events were draining you of your energy and awareness. Your hips were gripped tightly as they were pushed down onto the dick below you, fully engulfing it with a breathy moan. Sylus takes advantage of your open lips, and shoves his cock aggressively into your throat.
Your eyes squeeze shut as he grabs a fistful of your locks, keeping himself in control of you. He was balls deep, his girth hard to take in as your lips fully wrapped around his base. You probably looked pathetic like this, his hips snapping ruthlessly as the camera swung over your face.
The sickos will watch the tape for nights on end, and you knew that. Your consciousness was only maintained with the slam of skin beneath you, Caleb’s moans audibly heard as he used you like a fleshlight. Your pussy was sweet to the thrust, making lewd noises as he sunk himself in your warmth. It felt like absolute heaven to be in you, and in his mind, he still had a million positions to try out with you. You could be passed out or sleeping by the time he did all of them, but it wouldn’t matter— your muffled moans and trembles of your body was enough to know that you found pleasure in them as well.
“You’re doing so good for the camera sweetie.” Sylus gasped, his head tilted back as he felt his release coming in, “Fuck— such a good girl like this.”
Your tits bounced with each slam, roll, and grind of the men, completely disregarding your mewling moans. Another cumshot hit your throat, making you gargle as your hands reached for the waist in front of you. Your strength was simply not enough to push him away, because he kept fucking himself in you, pushing his cum down your throat forcibly.
Your nose burned and your jaw ached with the relentless brutality, but so was your legs. Caleb was like a dog panting over your ear, losing himself as squeezed your breasts and fingers fumbled over your clit.
You felt like you came every second, your legs and mouth adjusted to being wide open to every attempt. You were like a rag doll being manhandled in every position, stuffed and folded to their content. You lost count of the praise they gave you, as well as the subtle threats if you dare let their cum drip out of you.
It was overwhelming.
But. So.
Fucking.
Good.
The sound of television awoke your slumber, and you moved to thrumming aches in your body. It took you awhile before your eyes adjusted to blinking lights, and you turned, seeing the television still on.
It was still playing the slasher movie, making you confused as you stared at your surroundings. Nothing was off— nor was there sight of Caleb.
Your coffee table still had your serums and the slightly-open nail polish. You were enveloped in your crow blanket, nestled on the loveseat of the living room.
“God, I need to stop watching scary movies.” you mumble, slapping yourself on the face with a wince, “Caleb was right, they’re not for me.”
Your brows instantly furrowed as you stared at your hands. The blinking lights made you doubt what you saw for a second, but then it was as clear as day.
Your palms were scratched.
As if you were climbing bricks.
Your eyes widened as you threw the blanket off yourself, your mind running over the not-so-fake dream. It can’t be real, it absolutely can’t. Your thoughts were soon interrupted, and you turn, seeing the vibrating kitchen phone.
Unknown caller ID, receive voicemail? Press 1 to accept. Press 2 to decline.
You sprinted to the kitchen, ignoring the ache in your legs as you frantically pressed 1. The sky was still dark, and you listened to the following beep,
“I never got to ask sweetie, so I’ll leave this message.”
A brief pause.
“What’s your favorite scary movie?”
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