Happy Halloween horn dogs! Enjoy my fucked up mind, please keep in mind the topic of this fic is dark in nature. If the Scream movies are not your taste please do not read this fic as it is very heavily based on the original and depicts graphic scenes.
Word count: 10k
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Murder, gore, mild injury to reader, twin lane serial killers, knife play, foreign object penetration, breath play, overstimulation, oral m!receiving, fingering, animal/prey play, threesome, bondage, dirty talking, crude language, wrap it before you tap it and don’t date or glorify murderers. EVERYTHING IN THIS FIC IS CONSENSUAL, I DO NOT FUCK AROUND WITH THAT SHIT.
Thank you to @gretavanfleetposts for reading over this massive fic for me, and for @gretasmokerising and @mamavanheat for giving me so much encouragement and love.
Photo Credit: Jake edit made by joshsrhinestone on TikTok. Josh edit made by sammies_fav_zucchini on TikTok. Final product made by me.
“Yet another murder has been reported in Woodsboro, bringing the total count up to ten victims taken by this sick and twisted individual.” The reporter was visibly shaking as she held the microphone closer to her face.
“At this point forward there is a strict curfew of 7pm within the town of Woodsboro. Anyone out after that curfew will be subject to fines and questioning by police.” You reached for the remote and clicked the channel away, the sound of a chef screaming in a kitchen replaced the reporter's worries.
“How in the hell is a curfew going to stop this psycho?” Your hands frantically reached out to your side. “I highly doubt this guy is going to think to himself… Oh shit! Everyone is at home alone… but it’s after seven, guess I can’t sneak into their house and kill them now!”
“Assuming it’s a guy? A little sexist don’t we think?” Your boyfriend's comment resulted in a nice hard slap against his shoulder.
“Josh, you know what I meant. Don’t turn this into one of your uncalled for jokes.” You took a breath at an attempt to calm your worries.
“My parents are out of town, if everyone follows this stupid curfew I am going to be alone, Josh. I don’t want to be alone. I should have fucking done classes for fall semester.”
Josh placed his hand on your lap, running small circles across your thigh. Just his touch alone was able to calm your worries. He had a way of making you feel secure. Whenever his arms would wrap around you the worries of the world would melt away. Yes, he would make light of situations he shouldn’t but that was how he coped.
“Well let me give you an idea then.” He stroked his chin as if conjuring a plan, yet he had already thought of it. “A party.”
“Oh?” Your eyebrows sank downwards at his proposition. “Do tell me how a party is the solution?” you teased, rolling your eyes at the thought.
Josh repositioned one of his legs underneath the other, the top leg resting off the couch and firmly planted on the ground. He leaned forward across a light brown pillow embroidered with small pumpkins to place his hands on top of your thigh.
“Reason uno.” He pressed his index fingers further against your leg, creating a small divot in your skin. “There would be so many pairs of eyes at a party, wouldn’t you think someone would spot the killer before anything could happen?”
You nodded in agreement. “The more eyes the better, I guess.”
“Reason deux.” His middle finger pushed into your thigh alongside the index. “If we are upstairs,” his voice grew quieter despite the two of you being alone, “he's going to have to get through a lot of people before getting to us…”
“Now Joshy…” you giggled out, “Tell me why we would be upstairs by ourselves.” There was a lack of control to your motions as you leaned forward to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
His smile widened right before he granted you a kiss in return. “I can’t give away all of my plans now can I? It would ruin all of the fun…”
The warmth of his plump lips abandoned your mouth to grace the skin of your neck with their presence. Every single peck was gentle as it caressed you, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps.
“And reason three.” He whispered against your skin. “Just for the big ol fuck you to the police department for coming up with such a idiotic solution to this pest.”
He was too addicted and you needed more, so you let your head tilt to the side in a motion of encouragement. “Hmm… the third one might be my favorite reason,” you teased.
It was sudden but Josh grabbed at his heart, pulling away with furrowed brows and a slack jaw. “I personally thought option deux was the fan favorite. I guess I overestimated you.”
“Or maybe. Just maybe, you’ve overestimated yourself.” Your teeth sank into your bottom lip to stiffen the giggle threatening its escape.
“Oh that’s it!” He laughed out, standing up to pounce, but you were quick and got to your feet first.
There was an indisputable urge to yelp as you ran away from him and headed straight up the stairs. The wooden handrail granted you speed boosts as you used it to lurch you forward. Your heart was pounding, and knowing he was just steps behind you unlocked a thrill you hadn’t had the pleasure of feeling just yet.
Once you reached the door to his bedroom, you tried to slam it shut behind you but it was all in good effort because you were grappled into a hug by Josh when he inevitably caught up to you first. In one jumping motion the two of you were sent straight down against the mattress.
“Oh Honey… if you do come into contact with the killer. Please oh please don’t run up those stairs again.” His tongue slowly clicked behind his front two teeth. “Rookie mistake.”
“Josh, sometimes I think you really take me for an idiot. If I’m anywhere near the killer I’m running right out the front door and up the street.” You were pinned down to the mattress now, Josh hovering over you with a devious grin.
“Don’t worry, I know you’re smarter than that,” he dipped down to suck in the skin of your neck, leaving behind an instantaneous purple bruise that he nipped at softly on its way from his lips.
The hum you released was admittedly a tad bit louder than expected, but very welcomed by Josh as he worked his way down to craft a beautiful purple dotted trail across your collarbone.
As he lowered down further the ends of his curly locks tickled against your neck. Up wafted the refreshing scent of patchouli, a scent you had grown to associate with him. If you were blindfolded and forced to guess who was your boyfriend, you’d know in a heartbeat by smell alone.
Now if you could feel, you’d know by his head of hair. When the two of you first met his dark brown hair was shaggy and draped across his forehead with ease. But as most do, he evolved since then. Now, he sported sides that were trimmed against the scalp, yet the top and back of his head were filled with luscious curls. At first you weren’t sure if you’d love it as much as you did now.
Your hand ran through those voluminous locks, pulling them forward at an attempt to bring him back up for a kiss your lips were oh so desperately craving. You dare say you were ravenous.
The creak outside in the hallway drew your eyes over to the crack in his bedroom door. Anxiety swirled within your chest as the footsteps grew in volume as they approached.
That was until you realized it was simply Jake walking past the door, not even bothering to peer inside at what he knew was taking place in his brother's room.
Although they were twins they were nothing alike both physically and mentally. Jake was more broody, silent and had much longer locks than his brother. His silence also drew you in more than you’d care to admit.
You thought the two of you were in the clear, especially since Josh was pulling your bralette to the side to fully admire your breasts with his lips. His hand grabbed the breast furthest from his mouth, digging his thumbs into the skin as if claiming you for himself. The warmth of his tongue flipping against your aroused nipple sent a loud huff into the otherwise silent room, and suddenly those footsteps from the hallway re-emerged.
Jake’s caramel brown eyes met with yours from the crack in the door, his bottom lip tucked behind his front two teeth. All he did was lean up against the wall and not once did he attempt to break eye contact with you as his brother continued to worship your breasts.
God he was so smug about it too, with an eyebrow raised up higher the longer the eye contact lasted. You wanted to look away, you truly did. For fuck sake that was your boyfriend's twin actively staring at you being pleasured, but no matter how hard you tried you just couldn’t take your eyes off of him.
You were in love with Josh, you truly were, but there are just some things in life where knowing you can never have it, only makes you want it more.
Jake must have had enough of the show because he pushed himself off of the wall and walked away again. Only this time he didn’t return, leaving you with Josh’s mouth exploring every inch of your body.
With the regulations still in place you were genuinely surprised with how well the party planning all came together without word of it getting out to authority figures. Slowly over the course of a few days everyone invited to the party got one or two things from the store to bring with them. Because let’s be honest, being a college aged adult buying a keg from the store may come off as a tad suspicious.
Two more people had lost their lives to the Woodsboro killer, and once again the officials had no lead on who it may be. What did the town do to help prevent it? Nothing. No extra security, no twenty four hour surveillance. Just honing in on the curfew which seemed to be working so well.
Word spread a lot quicker than you imagined but nonetheless, as Josh pointed out, the more eyes the better. “I think this is a bit too much,” you sheepishly spoke from the top of the stairs, knowing Josh was around the corner at the bottom.
“Now I just need to see your outfit more,” Josh teased, adjusting his neon orange costume as he waited for you to come down the steps.
You ascended down the stairs as gracefully as you possibly could but needed to stop every other step to adjust the bottom of your tight navy blue dress that stopped only a few inches past your hips.
A black belt sat across your waistline, with handcuffs hanging down and jingling with each step taken. The outfit luckily had a built in push up bra as the low cut v-neckline exposed part of your breast regardless. On one side of your breasts sat a silver police badge.
The cap and aviators you wore had to have been your favorite part of the whole outfit even though you knew they wouldn’t last long after a few rounds of alcohol were in your system.
Your least favorite part was Josh’s idea. Over your legs sat fishnet tights, hugging your skin and completely void of purpose beyond sex appeal. You will admit, the look of lust Josh gave you as you rounded the corner was well worth the hassle of figuring out how to slide them up your legs.
Your fingers found the brim of the hat, pulling it down gently as a subtle hello to your prisoner all dressed up for you. “How do I look?”
“Tantalizing.” He huffed, reaching for your hips only for you to swat him away.
“People will be here any second Joshua, control yourself.” In opposition to your words, a wild grin grew against your teeth at the thought of how desirable you were to him right now.
You made some finishing touches around your home until the doorbell rang for the first time. In all honesty, the high bitches beeping made your soul leave your body but Josh was quick to remind you it was just the guests starting to pile in.
Everyone seemed so happy and carefree as one by one they made themselves at home within your house. Everyone had either a white claw or a red solo cup in their hand as they danced carelessly to the playlist you had curated for the event.
Your dad was a bit of a film buff, and in return insisted on installing surround sound to get “the best experience possible” but this also benefited you since now the music was booming from every single corner of the home. The heat was thick in your chest as you danced up against Josh, letting your ass glide teasingly across his thighs.
As you lost yourself in the moment, you were forcefully yanked back into reality when you saw it. A black cloak with long tendrils flowing from the arms. The hood was up and over the back of the head, leading into a pure white mask with an elongated open mouth. You had seen that outfit before, it was the outfit the killer had been suspected of wearing.
Panicked, they walked closer to you although no one seemed to be wise to what was occurring. That was until the person promptly lifted up their mask, a wide smile on their face as they gulped down some alcohol they picked up from your side table.
Frantically you looked around, realizing that not one, but at least five people were all wearing the same outfit. A sick choice in your own opinion but you knew why it was a choice nonetheless. After all, you were the one hosting a party during strict curfew in place because people were being brutally murdered.
It all seemed to go back to normal once you felt Josh’s hands playing with your sides as they slowly moved back and forth against the costume.
“Hey! Where do you guys keep the coke? I’m really craving a rum and Coke right now,” your childhood friend, Lisa, questioned from your side, and in response you simply pointed towards the door leading to your garage.
She made her way, rather clumsily, through the kitchen and into the garage where the second fridge lived. After swinging the door open, she promptly found the famous red coke can she had been craving so desperately.
Her senses were weakened by the deadly mixture of alcohol and loud music, and she failed to hear the click of boots walking up rather hastily behind her.
Lisa felt a tap upon her shoulder, and jumped before turning around to see a man in a black cloak standing a bit too close for comfort.
“Andy, knock that off. I can’t believe you even wore that in the first pla—“ her words were interrupted by the metallic taste of a buck 120 hunting knife being sent straight back into her throat. Her eyes widened as she stared at the masked man who was very much not Andy.
Lisa let out a few coughs as she tried to breathe, but all the masked man did was twist the knife until the blood seeped from her lips and across the coke can. What a wonderful color match it was.
Her body fell limp to the floor with a thunk, one that was covered quite nicely by the music. The masked killer brought up his gloved hand and let the bloody blade glide through it, coming out clean on the other side. It was then that he headed into the house through the garage door.
Everyone was enjoying themselves, enjoying the release of fear that while no one would admit to having, everyone all shared equally. You’d even admit that it was a nice idea Josh had crafted because as weird as it was you felt safe. Like a herd of zebras making themselves hidden to the lion.
A few songs passed before one of the ghost face masks approached you, admittedly spiking your heart rate until they removed their hood and revealed themselves. “Hey, have you seen Lisa recently?” Andy spoke out over the loud music, eyebrows downturned with concern.
“Last I saw she was headed to the garage to get some Coke for her drink… you haven’t seen her since then?” you turned to Josh woefully.
“Oh no. I saw her come out with one and go outside, maybe she just needed some fresh air…” Josh rubbed his arm across your shoulder, motioning over towards your screen door that led to the backyard. Not many people were outside mingling as it was a rather chilly night out.
Andy nodded, his lips pressed outwards. “Ay thanks man, I’ll be right back, I should go check on her.”
“Okay, well don’t stay out there too long… There is still a serial killer on the loose.” It felt more like a threat than a phrase of caution so you squinted your eyes, and cringed at the wording. “Not that you’ll… I… Just find her and get inside.”
Andy flipped his mask back down and took off towards the screen door, in a very zigzagged way as the alcohol affected his line of sight. It took the man way too long to figure out how to not only unlock the door, but to push it to the side.
You and Josh both stared at him with worrisome eyes once he finally stumbled out into your lawn, out of view completely.
“Ohhh Lisaaaaa!” He called out, looking around for anyone that may be standing out there, but to his surprise not a single soul was in sight.
A rustling in the leaves startled him, the adrenaline it sent through his body sobered him up a little. “Come on, Lisa. This isn’t fucking funny anymore, let’s go inside.”
His phone rang at that moment, Lisa’s name and profile picture shining brightly against the dark air. He was quick to answer it, holding it out in front of him on speaker. “Nice costume,” a raspy robotic voice came through the line and when Andy turned around, he was still alone. “But don’t you think it’s rather morbid to copy a killer.”
“I get it okay, you hate the outfit, just get back here.”
“You couldn’t do it, could ya? Slit the throat and watch the life drain from their eyes, stab their chest and feel the pulse stop right through the handle of the blade?”
Andy was frantically looking around now, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead and coating his skin in a chilling gleam.
“No. You fucking COULDN’T do it you god damn pussy. You could never do it, but instead you pretend to be me. Pretend to do what I could do. You’re nothing but a coward!”
“Alright man stop it, who the fuck is this and where is Lisa?” Andy was in the middle of the lawn when he finally got some sense in him to try and turn around to run back to the house.
“Lisa’s with the fishes now, buddy boy.” Out from the shed in the back of the yard popped out the man in the mask, sprinting full speed towards Andy. He lept and tackled the imposter, tumbling around on the ground until he was sitting on top of him.
Andy fought hard, with his football jock muscles clenching against the killer's wrist to hold him back, eventually pushing him off and getting to his feet to run again.
He got closer to the front of the house, still void of any signs of life since the party was so lively inside. He screamed for help, and slammed his fists against the glass of the front window, but the music drowned it out.
Inside the home you were no longer enjoying yourself as much as you once were. “I think we need to go check on Lisa and Andy.”
Josh stopped you in your tracks as you headed towards the door. “You stay in here, I will go check on them…”
“Josh. Isn’t that the first rule of horror films, to not go alone?” You sat with your hand upon your hip pushed out to the side.
“I will be fine, Honey. Don’t you worry about me,” he spoke before pressing a delicate kiss to your forehead. “I’ll be right back.”
“Okay, that’s the second rule you just broke. If you’re not back in five minutes I’m coming to look for you.” God you hated how stubborn that man was at times.
You couldn’t resume dancing as normal so instead you sat on the couch in your living room and watched as everyone else had oblivious fun.
Outside, Andy was once again struggling to fight off the serial killer but this time he wasn’t strong enough to push his way out of it. No, this time he was the one being pinned against the living room window, and it wasn’t until the chilled blade warmed itself with the heat of his beating heart that the life from his eyes diminished.
As he slid down the window he got trapped with his cheek pressed against the glass, his body being held up by a shrub.
“What the fuck was that noise?” One of the guests by the window yelled, drawing your attention immediately. You reached over and paused the playlist, making him repeat what he had just overheard.
With everyone’s attention on him, he grabbed hold of the string leading to the blinds and pulled them down to send the white plastic blinds upwards and revealed the scene before them.
Screams echoed around your home as the man stood out there waving the knife back and forth slowly, his head cocked to the side. Everyone was frantically running to every exit, a select few running right out the front door making themselves an incredibly easy target.
One after one they found their demise and you stood in fear, realizing that Josh was outside now as well. You ran over to the now empty kitchen to see if you could make it to the screen door, completely ignorant to the fact the front door was left wide open.
Until you heard the footsteps behind you.
“Well well well… what do we have here? The lone survivor? The final girl?” His modulated voice confirmed who was behind you.
“You bet your ass I am,” you spat back. Spinning around to face him, watching his every move as he bobbed back and forth to chase you around the kitchen island. You made it around a few times before tossing a chair in his direction for him to trip over.
The front door. That was your way out. You ran towards it but he was smart and thought ahead. It was locked, every fucking lock was in place leaving you fumbling with the metallic knobs as the killer quickly caught up to you.
So up the stairs you ran with no plan in mind besides to lock yourself in your room and escape out the window. You were almost there, you could taste the freedom but when you went to slam your door shut his arm came between your plan, pushing the door back open and standing only inches in front of you.
“God what a stupid little girl… I thought we talked about this already,” he raised his gloved hand up to his mask and yanked it off with ease. Below sat the amber eyes you adored so much. His hair was frizzy and messy yet still suited him well.
“Well I didn’t expect you to lock the front door, what was I supposed to fucking do?” Despite your seemingly angry words you couldn’t help but to smirk at how amused he was with himself.
“Don’t you cuss at me,” Josh pressed the tip of his blade against your bottom lip, pulling it down to reveal your bottom row of teeth.
But it was dry. Bone dry.
You glanced down as far as you could and realized his blade was as clean as could be. “How the hell did you already clean that thing?”
“OH! I forgot to tell you…” Josh glanced past your shoulder with a smirk on his face, but he didn’t let out a laugh until you felt a cloaked arm wrap around your neck and pull you backwards. “I brought a special guest, one that’s very good at climbing terraces.”
A genuine gasp sprang from your chest, and you were surprisingly anxious at the fact you were being held by some unknown third party.
“We’re going to play a game,” Josh held up the voice modulator to his lips as he spoke. “If you correctly guess who’s behind you…you’ll earn a reward.”
From the stranger’s other hand, the bloody knife came up and pressed against your artery. Josh fixated on the way the tip of it bounced every time your blood pumped through it.
“Just don’t get it wrong too many times, okay Honey? It might make him upset…” You nodded at his words and let your tongue glide across your bottom lip.
“Is it Steven from Chem lab? The two of you were pretty close,” you guessed in anticipation of what may happen on both ends of the spectrum.
“Ooh… good guess, but incorrect.” The tip of the blade lowered down your neck slowly to hook itself under the strap of your costume, and with one forceful slash upwards the fabric was cut into two leaving your shoulder exposed.
Your chest rose at the breath you took in, the smallest hint of a smile developing in the corner of your mouth.
“Maybe it could be…” you pretended to brainstorm but truly had no idea at this point, “Your high school buddy Jeremy?”
“Another really good guess, but baby you’re going to have to think harder than that.” The blade now traveled across your collarbone to your other shoulder to slice off that strap in the exact same manner. Your top threatened to slide down but it was being held up by the stranger's chest pressed against your back.
“May I get a hint,” you requested with big doe-like eyes, the look you knew Josh always fell victim to.
He cleared his throat, “he’s someone I know you’ve thought about fucking a few times… Maybe even thought about it while WE were fucking.”
If you were being honest with yourself you now knew who was standing behind you, but a sick and twisted part of you wanted to play with Josh to see what reaction you could stir from him. “Oh that’s easy. It’s Finley, from my English 101 course.”
Josh’s face grew visibly red at your incorrect answer, not knowing that you have never thought about Finley in that way. “Now stop fucking around and say the right answer.” The threat was there but you knew it wasn’t real.
He pushed his own knife between your breasts and let the tip hook into your fabric, giving it a small tug downwards to cut a one inch slit.
“Is it.. Jake?” You could see the tension lift from Josh’s shoulders in that moment, and he waved his knife around in victory.
“Ding ding ding!! We have a winner!” Josh laughed out, moving his hand to grasp your neck alongside the handle of the blade. Just knowing that if you moved your head slightly you may feel the sharpness against your cheek was invigorating.
His movement forward sent the earrings he had been wearing dangling to and fro, catching your attention and locking it in place, “and while I should be concerned you’d like to fuck my brother, I thought I’d be nice to you. Give you what you want since you’ve been such a good girl for me… I mean come on, who else could say they went on a killing spree with their girlfriend?”
Josh leaned forward to bite your bottom lip, keeping a grasp on it as he pulled backwards just to let it recoil back to your teeth. He had pressed down so hard there was a lingering taste of iron coming from your lip now.
“You can’t give me all the credit, Joshy… You’re the one that said it would be so romantic to do this together…” You couldn’t help but smile and rest your head backwards towards Jake who was still masked, Josh’s hand still on your throat. “But I’m not one to believe that three is a crowd.”
Jake stayed silent, but replaced his words with actions. His gloved hand rose to where your straps had been cut and with one firm move he yanked them down to reveal your breasts to Josh.
It was almost like it was in his nature to immediately gasp, rubbing his fingers across your erect nipple while keeping intense eye contact with you. “What if you just let us have our way with you, fuck you like the guilty whore you are… Would you want that?”
The fresh air gliding across your breast sent goosebumps to raise on your delicate skin. There were hands all over you, numbing your mind. Jake had both of his hands upon your waist now, rubbing back and forth at such a slow and patient pace and you could feel the blade following his motions, while Josh had both your breasts in his hands.
You had never felt more desired than you did in this moment, having two men cherish you and become so desperate for you. Josh was always such a lover, but Jake was the wildcard you had never expected. He was broody and quiet, sometimes he’d walk past the crack in Josh’s door as he did a few days prior but you never once thought he’d act upon it.
“Only if you boys think you actually have what it takes…” you teased, leaning your head back down upon Jake’s shoulder so you could kiss the smallest bit of exposed neck that wasn’t hidden by the costume.
From under Jake’s mask this time, the same modulated voice finally emerged. “You haven’t seen anything yet, Sweetheart.” There was a deep and low laughter mixed with his words that had you growing feral.
The twins looked at one another, formulating a plan within seconds. Jake tossed his blade to the side of the room, the metal scraping across the hardwood floor as he reached for your hands and pinned them behind your back. Josh pulled the fabric of the costume away from your skin and tucked his blade between the two.
He was rough as he slashed down through the fabric, and if it weren’t for Jake holding you in place you may have fallen forward with each tug. The costume was in shambles as it fell to the floor, the only article of clothing you were wearing were your fishnets and heels.
Josh clicked his tongue behind his teeth “it’s a shame to see these go… it was my favorite part of the outfit.”
“I think they should stay,” Jake intervened as Josh hooked the blade under the waistband, “It’ll give us something to hold onto.”
“You are so right…” Josh grew a wicked grin across his lips as he looked you over, so vulnerable and lacking control he could get drunk off the sight of you like this.
Their banter alone had you dripping in anticipation of what was to come. They were devious and scheming and your lack of knowledge was the icing on the cake.
Almost as if he couldn’t take it much longer, Jake adjusted to hold both your wrists with just one hand so he could lift his own mask, and rest it on top of his head. He was craving the taste of your skin on his lips and instantly sank down against your neck to start nipping and sucking over your delicate skin.
Josh watched, smirking at the way you moaned so sweetly before getting down on his knees and parting your legs with just a tap of the back of his hand.
His fingers intertwined with the holes in your fishnets blocking him from your gorgeous pussy, and pulled in opposite directions. The rips and tears echoed around the room as he made way to his destination.
Despite his anticipation, Josh was slow as he pressed the cold metal against your cunt and slipped it back towards him being careful not to cut any of your delicate parts. When he pulled the reflective blade away it was soaked. He held it up and watched as the drip of your arousal began to descend down the knife.
“Honey, look at me,” he cooed from below, and your eyes fluttered open to see his face hiding behind the blade. He stuck his tongue out flat against the base, and slowly licked upwards to ensure every single drop he collected was transferred to his tongue that craved you so badly.
He smacked his lips a few times, savoring you. “Fuck…that pretty cunt of yours never fails to amaze me,” he huffed out under his breath.
What he did next was truly unexpected. His gloved hand flipped the leather sheath around to grasp the blade on his palm. The very base of the handle was made of metal, and that chilling tip was now being dragged back and forth across your slit.
“Ooh I think she likes that, Josh… Do you want that handle inside of you?” Jake teased against your neck, glancing down to watch as your thighs began to quiver in anticipation. “You know you’re so fucking lucky that if any part of that knife gets inside of you, it’s just the handle.”
There was a weak nod you gave as a response, overstimulated already by how many different places were being touched by them. Josh let the first bit of the handle dip inside of you, loving how wet you were for it to just engulf it so easily.
Your bottom lip fell open at the sensation, and it only dropped lower as Josh took it upon himself to continue to inch the handle up inside of you, the transition from metal to leather having such a unique yet welcomed sensation.
“You’re taking that so fucking well…” he whispered in amusement, as he slowly began to thrust the handle back and forth inside of you. It was truly mesmerizing how fast you made that handle glisten.
Your little huffs and moans crescendoed as Josh continued to work that handle inside of you, soon leaning in to press his warm lips around your clit. He was a mad man as he licked and sucked and drew circles with his tongue across your bundle of nerves, all while Jake was still exploring and nipping at your neck.
Josh knew better though, knew that you growing louder only meant you were close, so he pulled that knife out and stood to his feet to give you a glimpse of the mess you made on it.
“You were right Jake. She loved it,” he hummed with amusement, “but I’d bet she’d love us a bit more…”
“So quick to assume, Joshy…” you sassed back, and he tossed his knife to the ground to grasp your cheeks and squeeze them together slightly to bring your lips into a pout.
“You better shut your mouth before we leave you here alone at the crime scene. I’d hate for you to get left behind in all of this mess.” The threat was empty, and you could tell just by looking in his eyes, Josh would carry you over his shoulder if it meant you wouldn’t get caught and you knew that.
You couldn’t stop yourself from snapping back at him, “So many words… so little actions.” And those words lit a fire under his eyes as he looked up at you through his sunken brows.
“I think I know a way to shut her up...” Jake chimed I’m from behind, tossing you over to Josh for him to hold onto your wrists now.
Jake pulled the costume up and tucked it under his chin while his other hand made quick work of the zipper to the black jeans hiding below the costume. He pushed the fabric down and let his cock finally breath as it pulsed and swelled in anticipation.
Josh used his grasp on your wrist to push you down to your knees, hitting the hardwood with a soft thunk as you made contact. Like a knight going out to war, Jake slammed the mask back down over his face in preparation.
In that oh so classic voice you just heard, “oh come on sweetheart don’t be shy… It’ll only make you gag a little…” He tilted his head to the side, and you were mesmerized by the way the mask looked down on you. So lifeless yet filled with expression.
He brushed the tip of his cock across your lips but it was Josh that pushed your head forward and around his twins length, sending it to the back of your throat before you were ready and you did indeed gag.
The recovery was quick however, and you let your eyes remain on the mask as you repeatedly dipped your head down to take all of him in. He was utterly delicious, and you let your tongue glide over the few raised veins along his shaft.
Josh stood behind you, taking your hair into his hand like a set of reigns. Every time you thought to slow down and breathe he was right there, pushing you deeper down onto his brother.
Tears traveled down your cheeks, taking with it your mascara but nevertheless you worked effortlessly around Jake's cock.
“Fu— just like that…” the modulated voice praised you as you worked. “God who knew you were such a fucking slut… Taking my dick so willingly right in front of your boyfriend… Do you like that? Like knowing he’s right there guiding you?” The spew of words were so quiet and strung together but just hearing that damn voice was sending your body waves of arousal.
Eventually you were nearly suffocating and had to forcefully pull off, strands of thickened spit created a bridge that was still attached to Jake’s cock as you took the deepest breath you could. Jake was drunk from the sight of it all. Knowing that he could have you do just about anything he wanted and you would consent to it. Knowing that his fantasies of being able to feel you were happening.
“Is that pussy of yours dying of hunger yet? Is she starved?” Josh laughed from behind you, lifting you by your hair to take you over to your bed sitting between two nightstands. He tossed you down belly first, watching as your ass bounced before your body settled into the mattress.
You could only see Jake, crouched in front of you with his mask inches away. His fingers ran down your cheek and danced across your neck as you looked up at him. He lowered that hand to smack your chest, silently instructing you to get on all fours as his brother stripped himself of his pants and pulled his costume up from his hips.
You were quick to obey, your hands and knees pressed firmly against the mattress but again your attention was on Jacob and watching his glistening cock pulsating in anticipation of more.
It felt filthy but in the best way. To have them both pining over you. Both begging for your attention. When Josh realized you were staring at his brother it earned a nice hard smack to your ass, bringing you back to him.
The head of his dick teased you as Josh swiped it back and forth across your slit ever so slowly. Every now and then he’d threaten to press it inside but that’s all it was, a threat.
“God Josh please give it to me, I need you so bad..” you whined, pushing back against his hips hoping to time it just right to let him glide in.
“Jake do me a favor, and grab her throat.” Josh ignored you to instruct his twin, “and squeeze a bit tighter every time she begs.”
Jake was quick to follow orders, his gloved hand holding tightly against your neck yet not tight enough to actually restrict air flow, yet.
Josh continued to tease you, leaning forward to kiss your hips as he did so, the tip of his earring dragging against your skin. You were on the verge of tears after only minutes of the teasing. You fucking craved him so bad and you weren’t getting what you wanted.
“God damn it Josh plea—“ the grip on your throat grew tighter against the sides the more you spoke and you couldn’t see it but you knew Jake was smirking under that damn mask.
A sliver of humanity shined through as Josh finally let the head of his erection dip down inside of you. The warmth was a welcomed sensation and your eyes grew wide in anticipation in what was to come. You have had Josh many times over but not like this, never like this. Josh was different when he was in the costume, more demanding, more controlling.
Jake however, he was the wild card. The two of you have never even considered adding him to your extracurricular activities and there was a part of you that was sad you missed seeing him in action, under the belief that Josh had been doing all of that hard work that night.
You were pulled from your thoughts the moment Josh blessed you with the rest of his length slipping deep inside of you, his hands holding a death grip upon your hips. But then it stopped, he sat still buried as deep as he could go inside of you.
“She’s so close to breaking, I can just feel it,” Jake laughed out behind the mask, “go on I dare you. Beg, plead… Use those words, Sweetheart.”
It was a trap, and a coaxing one at that. You could feel the words crawling up your throat and you had to physically swallow just to send them back down each time.
“I guess she doesn’t want it that bad…” Josh spoke with a sort of sing-songy tone, almost removing himself from you.
There was absolutely no control over your body when you slammed backwards against him “Don’t you dare stop.” Your weakness brought joy to Jake as he finally got to tighten his grip around your throat. There was a tingling that creeped its way up to your temples, swirling around your head until your eyelids flittered lazily. Your mouth hung open as you took in deep breaths through the gap.
The tips of Jake’s gloved fingers curled against your skin as he held consistent pressure against your artery, and once he observed your eyelids slowly falling closed he loosened up on the grip. The rush of blood to your head filled you with the adrenlinaline boost of a century.
Josh began a wonderfully delicious pace then, giving you exactly what you’ve been so despirate for this whole time. He filled you entirely, almost painfully, but with everything else going on you were convinced your body couldn’t register pain.
You felt bad for Jake, watching you get fucked while he just stood in front of you only holding you by your throat. So you reached out one of your hands, took his shaft in your palm and worked it at the same pace Josh was thrusting inside of you with.
The melodies of the men echoed around your room as their grunts grew beautifully in volume and in that moment you knew that even when you were powerless, you still held so much power over them. You weren’t sure when it happened, but you knew Josh had removed the gloves from his hand once you felt his fingernails digging into your spine as he brought his hand up your back to take a hold of your shoulder. He wanted to use it as leverage to just get as deep as fucking possible, to ensure that not a single part of you didn’t go filled with his length.
Your back curved downwards to accommodate for the new angle, and it was in that moment that Josh was flawlessly brushing past your g-spot, punching that bundle of nerves on repeat with a lack of compassion. Your soft huffs turned into loud and drawn out moans, right beside Jake’s ears.
“Shut her up.” Josh demanded through his teeth, and Jake was quick to yank his dick from your hands and shove it back down your throat, where it belonged. Muffled, you now hummed around his shaft not caring how messy it all became.
Being filled from both ends was more invigorating than you could have imaged, just knowing that those two men wanted you so damn bad they had to have you together. Mentally and physiclly stimulated, you could feel yourself creeping towards your orgasm, and you knew for a fact Josh could feel it coming too. He always could.
To your utter surprise, he played no games. He allowed your orgasm, fully, without tease or pre-maturely stopping as you quivered against him. He rode it out as you screamed around Jake’s dick. He spoke encouraging words through his teeth. Only instead of stopping once you came down from the high, his movements grew increasingly strong. Determined.
“Aw… Did you think we’d give you a break?” Josh pouted, as if mocking you when your body language gave away your confusion, “we’re going to fucking destroy you tonight, Honey.”
Josh had always told you about how him and Jake were able to communicate without words, just through body language alone. You were never expecting to experience it yourself though. So when Jake suddenly grasped you by your hair and flipped you over onto your back, you squealed in surprise.
Finally, you got to get a good look at Joshua. Sweat covering his forehead and dripping down his temple acting like glue for the little ringlets of hair to stick to. Ensuring you were making eye contact, he lifted the costume over his head, revealing his toned torso that also glistened with sweat from all the hard work he had put into you. You were too distracted with him to see that Jake was also stripping himself from all of the clothing besides his mask.
He circled you like a vulture as Josh ran off to go search through your closet, keeping you occupied by sinking his now bare fingers deep inside of you, curling upwards all the while staring straight at you. Once his fingers were nice and wet he brought them up to your lips, dipping them down deep between your teeth and forcing you to taste yourself.
It was only a matter of time before Jake lined up his dick with your entrance, pulling it back and forth across your swollen cunt. True restraint was needed to not just sink inside of you right then and there, and fuck he wanted to so bad. Behind that mask his lower lip was sucked between his teeth purly by how your arousal was covering the head of his cock.
Josh finally returned with a wand you thought you had kept well hidden, and you weren’t sure how Josh knew your hiding spot for it but there it was. With the push of a button it was whirling on it’s slowest speed, and Josh clicked it two more times to send it buzzing at full speed. Typically you’d be excited to see the toy, but with your clit still throbbing and coming down from the first high, a part of you was worried of the way it would affect you.
You hadn’t even noticed it, but he has also grabbed the handcuffs from your halloween costume, a pair that could only be undone with a tiny key you had hiding in your side table. They were hiding in his palm, and with one swift move he allowed one side to fall from his hands.
You didn’t fight it as Josh pulled your wrists up over your head and and handcuffed them together, squeezing them tightly against your skin to ensure there was no wiggling out of them.
“I think she just might be ready for you, Jake,” Josh instructed, keeping his eyes locked upon your lips and the way they quivered as his brother slipped inside of you. “Do you feel like a filthy whore? Having another man fuck you while your boyfriend watches? Do you feel any remorse or is your pussy just too damn greedy to feel bad?”
In a fit of defiance, you lifted your wrists and softly knocked Josh back, causing his tongue to once again click behind his teeth. With a raised eyebrow he couldn’t help but to laugh at you, “you’re going to regret that, Honey.”
Josh took the fabric of his costume and twirled it until it was thick and double ended. He grasped the handcuffs and wrapped one side of the fabric around the center, bringing it up to the bedposts where the tied it as tightly as he physically could.
Your arms were held up, your body was stretched out and you were left sprawled out and vulnerable to the twins. Jake between your legs, and Josh hovering over your torso. He lowered the vibratior down your stomach until it was right above your budle of nerves that were still to sensitive to handle such a sensation. Despite that, a sick part of you wanted it. You wanted to feel that oversimulation.
So when that little silicone head pressed itself to your clit, right at the moment Jake fully let himself move inside of you it was an explosion of ecstacy. Josh held your stomach down to prevent you from wiggling away from the sensation even though your mind was fully craving more.
Jake on the other hand, Jake was lost in himself at the way you tightened around his cock, pulsing around the shaft. He had only daydreamed about this moment, and never in his life thought he’d be able to feel you so closley. He was on his knees, spread out enough to be able to reach you laying flat on the bed and wrapped his hands around your thigh to further pull you into him with great force.
Josh managed to keep the wand right where it needed to be until you were flinching, your moans growing louder as you felt yourself creeping towards your second release of the night. Again, neither of them stopped you as your body clenched with your release, a tear rolling down your eye as you let out your gaspy moans.
They also kept pushing forward. “Is this too much for you Honey, or do you think you’re strong enough for just one more?” This was the first time Josh’s face softened, and it was at the sight of your tear. Despite his control over you, he wanted you to truly enjoy this experience.
“O–one more… Please. I can take it.” Your plead for more sent Jake into a feral frenzy. He was letting deep, raspy and animalistic grunts fall from below the mask and he was quick to adjust his position, lifting your hips up so they were in the air as he just began fucking you so deep you swore you would be sore tomorrow. You looked forward to that sting, as it would remind you of exactly why it was hurting in the first place.
While Jake was certainly attractive there was something about staring up at only a mask staring back at you that was altering the chemistry in your brain. The way the bottom of the mask had black fabric that hang down and brushed against his collar bone, every now and then exposing his neck as it swung back and forth with his motions.
Sweat covered his chest, giving him such a delicious sheen and you wished you were able to reach up and feel it but your hands were tightly tied, so tight in fact you didn’t notice just how sore they had grown to be.
Josh leaned down then, breaking your concentration to bite at your nipple, playing with it between his teeth as he held the wand in the same place it had been resting before. Fuck there were too many hands, too many mouths, it was so hard to keep track of who was who, especially since at this point your eyes were clenched shut holding back the tinge of pain from the overstimulation.
Josh could see that the wand was becoming more than he anticipated it to, so he turned the device off and chucked it to the side, choosing instead to allow your mouth to please him. He had been so lonely just watching his brother get all the pleasure with nothing in return that when he felt your lips push past him and he sank deep into your welcoming mouth he immediately grabbed ahold of your hair and pushed you a bit deeper down.
“Fuck Sweetheart, God fucking damn it your cunt is phenominal,” Jake cussed from below, clearly lost in his own world. “It’s so fucking pretty and all I want to do is demolish the poor thing.” Once again the words were spoken through the modulator but you could tell they were spat through clenched teeth.
Even though he wanted to hold onto this moment for forever, he couldn’t hide how quickly he was about to topple down the hill that was his orgasm. His hips grew spastic, the heavy breathing loud enough that the mask transformed it on the way out, you knew he was close and you couldn’t keep your damn mouth shut about it.
You replaced your grip on Josh with your hand so that you could speak, “Come on Jake, give it to me. I want to feel you cum inside of me, come on please,” you begged, your words pushing him right off of the cliff and he leaned forward to press the plastic of his mask into your stomach, releasing every last drop he had into you as if spilling even the slightest bit was a sin. The warmth also had you spiraling close behind, bucking your hips hard as your body tried to avoid yet another surge of pleasure. When he lifted his head after you relaxed, the mask fell down with it, revealing Jake’s completely fucked out expression that you’ve missed out on this whole time.
Jake pulled himself out from you, and looked out the window with terror quickly taking over his face. Red and blue lights were flashing in the very far distance, so far that the sirens couldn’t even be heard yet. You and Josh, however were still too fucked out of your mind to even process what was happening. You slipped his cock back into your mouth and began to give the best performance of your life, hoping that he would also do the honors of spilling inside of you the way his brother had.
With a few loops of your tongue around the head of his cock you felt the warm beads begin to trickle down your throat as Josh huffed and moaned from above you, pushing himself deep down your throat as he became overcome by his release.
“Hey guys…” Jake spoke, throwing his pants on at an unnerving pace. “We better get the fuck outta here, now.”
Before any of your could move, the reporter you had seen a few days prior on the TV came barroling through the room, catching all three of you in the act with the bloody costumes sprawled out across the floor. She took in the sight of Josh, moving over to then stare at you all tied up. “Oh. This is golden. God damn it where is the camera man.” She huffed, looking down at her phone to see that not a single person had contacted her. She was alone, and no one knew of her whereabouts as going undercover was her own secret little adventure.
Jake reached out his foot, as she continued to stare at you and Josh together on the bed, and pulled the blade in close enough that he hardly needed to lean down to grab it into his fist. The speed in which he grabbed the reporter by the neck and sank the blade into her temple was within the blink of your eye, and she quickly fell lifeless to the ground.
“Josh, untie her now. I have an idea.” Jake snapped, grabbing his costume and slipping it over the reporters body before the blood had a chance to spread far, the mask came next and he delicately placed it over her head to cover her identity.
The sirens wailed in the distance, and both you and Josh quickly picked up on what Jake had in mind. With clumsy hands, Josh not only untied you from the bed but unlocked your cuffs with the key in your side table. “Do you trust us?” The twins nearly whispered in unison.
All you did in response was nod, knowing what needed to happen next. One by one Jake and Josh took turns putting gash after gash in your skin. One by one they ripped and tore at the clothes you had taken seconds to throw on. By the time they were done with you the sirens were clearly at the front door of your home.
Josh and Jake made a swift exit out the window taking the evidence of the extra costume with them and leaving you alone to cover all three of your tracks. You were the best actor out of them all, so you didn’t hold any grudges towards this decision. To prepare, you began to cry heavily and while it stemmed from the sensations of pleasure you were still feeling coursing through your veins, you knew it would look as though you were the victim in this mess.
The cops barged in, seeing you holding the knife and the reporter on the ground. “S–she said it would make a great story,” you sobbed out, taking deep breaths between each word, “said she would make it big once it got out.” You dropped the knife to the ground and held your face in your hands, the officers immediately rushing over to you in order to help calm you down.
“I had to kill her. I did.” You sobbed into his shoulder. “If I hadn’t she would have killed me I swear.” They held you close, fully believing your story as you were covered in the wounds of battle and she laid dead on the floor.
They helped walk you out of the house, and as soon as you saw the bodies being carried away you fell to your knees, hysterical and completely winning them over on your case more than you most likely needed to.
“It’s all over now okay? You have absolutely nothing to worry about. You are brave and strong for what you did, and while it may weight heavy on your chest just know you did the right thing. She was sick and twisted and between us one of our top suspects in this case. You did a great thing tonight.” The cop rubbed your arm softly, like a parent comforting their child.
In the distance you saw them, Jake and Josh over in another yard with their arms crossed over their body. You could see the white of their teeth in the night as they just smirked at your performance, giving a false applaud that only you noticed.
“Can I call my parents?” You asked shyly, as the cop very carefully set you in the back of the car, “they need to know what happened… Maybe they’ll come back early from their vacation if they know…”
“Hey, of course you can… But right now we have to clean up your house. Do you have anywhere we can take you after you’re done giving your statement at the station?” The cop was hanging in the window of his car as he spoke with you, hand outstretched to fix your messy hair.
Not to be that person for the four thousandth time but being in a same-sex relationship ≠ only being attracted to the same sex. Bi/queer/pan erasure in the year 2024 is an ugly look on you. Stop deciding people’s sexuality for them.
Writing chapter 22 of Anything For You, listening to Hinoki Wood by Gia Margaret if that gives any hints. There’s gonna be smut but first we have to cry. Trust me on this.
Writing chapter 22 of Anything For You, listening to Hinoki Wood by Gia Margaret if that gives any hints. There’s gonna be smut but first we have to cry. Trust me on this.
Writing chapter 22 of Anything For You, listening to Hinoki Wood by Gia Margaret if that gives any hints. There’s gonna be smut but first we have to cry. Trust me on this.
