A Night To Die For
(Happy Halloween lol, this is a Scream AU with Getou and Gojo :PPP
TW: !noncon!, !murder!, violence!!!, use of kn*ves in a harmful manner!, takes photos of u w/o ur consent!!, creampie!, double penetration!, use of zip ties!!!, degradation!, your friends are no longer w us, cat v mouse!, choking!, slaps you across the face!, etc..
Please proceed with caution!!!)
The world goes by in a blur, as you sprint through the quiet house. The house party from an hour before is clearly gone; the music that practically vibrated the walls and the voices of your college classmates silent.
You can hardly hear the footsteps behind you, but the man’s heavy breathing is what truly alerts you of his presence.
Him. The killer. The one that slaughtered all of your classmates in cold blood.
Shit, you’re really in for it now.
Rounding a corner at top speed, you almost trip over the body of a classmate. There are a few bodies scattered throughout the kitchen, almost completely blocking the way to the back door. So, with bated breath and partially closed eyes, you hop over their bodies, trying not to slip on the copious amount of blood on the ceramic tile below. But, with a brief glance behind you, you see that the killer doesn’t give as much grace. He practically stomps down on each of the deceased, causing a disturbing chorus of noises throughout the silent home.
Deciding not to dwell on it, you push forward, hopping right in front of the locked door, and unlocking it with quick fingers. Shoving it open, you leap over the back stoop, and continue to run. Maybe if you get to the main road, you can live.
The green foliage around you blends into a blur, as your boot clad feet slap against the dirt road. You try to run in a zig zag fashion, as if you’re running from a pissed off gator, hoping that the man behind you would make a dive at your feet and miss, possibly giving you a bigger head start.
But, he keeps up with your pace, and you can’t help but think that he’s doing it on purpose. It seems like he’s dragging out the inevitable, which makes the entire situation even worse.
Luckily, it seems that luck is on your side! A familiar car suddenly comes speeding down the road, screeching to a halt just beside you. Without thinking, you tuck and roll inside the backseat, slamming the door behind you, and forcing down the lock. Your breathing is ragged, as if you just ran a 5K and won. But, you need to tell the driver what just happened.
“Holy shit! We gotta get out of here, there’s a psycho chasing me!” Glancing up, you realise that the person in the driver's seat is a classmate who wasn’t in attendance; Satoru Gojo, “Oh my god, Gojo, you’re so lucky you weren’t there! The masked killer showed up to the party, and-“ The other door of the backseat opens, as the masked figure climbs inside. Your hands slap at the door you just locked, quickly flicking up the lock, only to try the handle, and for it not to open. You practically throw your entire weight onto the door, yet it doesn’t budge. The child lock must be on, “What the fuck, what the fuck-“
The masked man sits on the seat without issue, letting out a laugh through the voice modifier in his mask, “You just don’t know when to stop, do you?”
Gojo lets out a condescending giggle, fingers tapping against the steering wheel, “Nope, she doesn’t! Isn’t she just so adorable?”
Your eyes practically pop out of your head as you size up the situation. Was there possibly two killers? That would make a lot of sense. But, who the fuck is the second killer??
You don’t get to ask, before you’re snatched up by your hair, and in one swift motion, the masked man forcefully zip ties your hands together. You try to kick at him, shouting curses at him and the white haired man, but it’s to no avail. Your hands and feet are bound, and the plastic digs into your skin uncomfortably.
Without much effort, you’re dragged into the unknown man’s lap, held like an unruly cat who constantly escapes their owner, “Stop trying to run off- we caught you. That’s the end of it.”
You all but hiss at him, “Fuck you! I’m not going to die without a fair fight! Take these off and I’ll-“
“You’ll what, sweetheart? Beat him silly?” Gojo teases in a sing-song fashion, “I don’t think you’d win, he’s like a man-sized bear.”
That draws a chuckle from the man your currently thrashing on, which pisses you off even more, “Fuck you too! Who the hell decides to be the getaway driver of a spree killer? He just killed thirty of our classmates and you don’t even care!”
The white haired man pretends to think upon your words for a moment, before speaking again, “Well, that’s because I don’t. They had it comin’, only usin us for our kickass parties and free booze.”
You let out an incredulous scoff, before trying, and failing, to headbutt the masked man you’re currently on. This results in an earth shattering smack being delivered on your cheek, causing a loud yelp to echo throughout the car. Gojo tuts at you like a disappointed parent.
“No need to be mean, sweetheart. We’re not going to hurt ya, I swear.”
You rub your now injured cheek with your bound hands, tears gathering in your eyes, “As if I’ll believe that. You’re both responsible for killing-“
“Nevermind that,” The masked man grunts out, a large hand practically bruising your hip within his grip, “We’re taking you back, and it’s within your best interest to behave yourself. Satoru may let your behaviour slide, but I won’t.”
You try to bite at him, but this time, a large hand grips your neck, completely restricting your airflow. Your bound hands try to scratch him, but the leather gloves on his hands stop your ministrations from working.
“You just don’t learn, do you?” His grip seemingly impossibly tightens, causing your eyes to practically roll into the back of your head, “Now, maybe a nap will do you some good.”
Gojo quickly intervenes, putting the car into park and almost coming out of the driver’s seat in one big motion, “Now, I know our princess is actin kinda bratty, but there’s no reason to give her brain damage, Suguru.”
Of course his accomplice is Getou. That asshole was always a mean spirited person, as he took it upon himself to bully you all throughout High School.
He releases your throat, causing you to take in a large gulp of air with a gasp. You fall forward a bit, hitting your head on the passenger side front seat, and slumping onto the backseat. Your chest rises in quick succession, causing both men to look at you in mild interest.
“If you’re going to kill me, you might as well just do it now.”
Your voice is hoarse and breathy, as you’ve come to accept the reality of the situation. These two fuckers are going to kill you, and there’s nothing you can do about it.
Gojo climbs into the backseat, lifting up your top half, and settling himself behind you, sandwiching you between himself and the bully.
He settles his hands against your waist, shoving his head between your neck and shoulder, “We’d never, sweetheart. We only want to keep you.”
You let out a humourless laugh, “What, like a pet?”
Getou’s glove-covered hand returns to your neck, giving it a small squeeze, “Precisely. Now, be a good girl, and stop fighting us.”
Before you could give a smart quip, Gojo shoves the front of your dress down, exposing your breasts to the ghost-face masked man in front of you. You give an indignant shout, trying to turn onto your side to block the man’s view, but the masked man grabs your shoulders to hold you steady.
“Don’t hide from us,” Suguru practically growls, shoving your dress up and over your hips, exposing your black lace panties. Reaching towards his hip, he pulls out a Polaroid camera. Gojo grabs your shoulders, holding you still and not allowing you to block yourself with your bound hands. The bright flash of the camera blinds you momentarily, and the sound of a printing photo practically echoes throughout the car.
“You don’t mind if we take photos do you?” Gojo asks in a joking tone, two fingers coming down to pinch one of your nipples. You jump, writhing and glaring at the men.
“Fuck you! Just let me go!”
“Oh, we will,” Getou says.
“Fuck you, he means,” Satoru grins. With that, the dark haired man yanks off your panties, lifts up your legs, and drapes them over his shoulders. Your ankles are still bound, making this very uncomfortable, due to how broad he is.
“Let me Go! Let me go! Just kill me already!” Tears bead your waterline, dripping down your face in thick streaks.
Gojo brushes his hand (over your scalp/ through your hair), shushing you, “Don’t panic, (Your Name), we’ll take good care of ya.”
With that, Getou doesn’t hesitate to grab you by the fat of your thighs, using a few fingers to spread your pussy open. Gojo tweaks one of your nipples, whilst the other goes down towards your cunny, gently swiping against your clit.
You let out a small gasp, as his rough fingers play with your perfect cunny. Closing your eyes, you try to pretend like this isn’t happening, but the rapid wetness growing between your legs begs to differ. Both men watch in fascination as you choke back moans.
Getou releases a thigh to grab the Polaroid camera, taking another picture of your defilement. A few tears continue to fall down your face, as you let out a small whimper.
“Fuck, you’re getting so wet,” Gojo dips two fingers into your pussy, massaging your clit and gspot all in one go. A sweet moan finally escapes your lips, as both men all but moan themselves at your cute reaction.
The white haired man slips in two more fingers, stretching you in a way that had you bucking against his fingers.
“This is better than that time we watched her hump her pillow,” Getou murmurs, pinching at the fat of your thigh. You’re unsure how he’s able to see so well out of that creepy mask, and just the thought of them not only stalking you and killing your friends has you snapping out of the pleasure filled haze you were just in.
“No more, please, no more. You’re scaring me-“
“Good,” Gojo rips his fingers from your dripping slit, pushing you farther up than before, as he slides underneath you. He makes quick work of his pants, pulling out his cock and slapping his mushroom shaped tip against your slick cunny. Without warning, he bucks his way in, causing a shrill scream to escape your lips.
His hips stutter at the feeling of your walls massaging him so perfectly, he rewards two fingers massaging your clit.
“How does she feel?” Getou is practically drooling at the sight of your cunny being fucked, he wants to share you so badly. Mold your pussy into the shape of both of their cocks.
“Like heaven. Ya need to feel how she’s milking my cock,” Satoru slurs, using his free hand to grab the dark haired man by his costume, and drag him farther towards you.
The masked man shucks his costume over his hips, unbuttoning his own pants and pulling his prick out. He presses forward, trying to squeeze his way in underneath the white haired man’s cock.
“No! Stop, it won’t fit!” Gojo releases Getou, only to throw your bound hands over the black haired man’s shoulders, joining your bound wrists.
“It will, I’ll force it in if I have to,” Getou grits out, somehow menovering Gojo’s cock out of the way a bit to slip inside. You choke on air, eyes practically popping out of their sockets.
You feel so full, like you’re being choked from the inside out. Both men let out their own moans, relishing the feeling of you squeezing down on them.
Without warning, both start to move at their own pace. Gojo continues to rub your clit, causing your hips to jolt against your own wishes. More moans pour from your lips, as you bounce from each thrust. Getou’s gloved hands squeeze your tits, paying special attention to your sensitive nips. Satoru bites and suckles your neck, leaving dark love bites over the bruising strangulation marks.
“Your pussy is perfect, sweetheart, practically choking my cock.”
“I knew you were the right one for us. You’re the surviving girl, the heroine in this story.”
You don’t like the dialogue, but the feeling of your impending orgasm has you moaning like a bitch in heat. Your eyes are rolling, mouth hanging open. Gojo’s free hand reaches up and cups your jaw, turning your head in his direction to give him a sloppy kiss.
You try to pull away, pleading, “Stop, oh my god, im gonna-“
Gojo cuts you off with a smirk, “You gonna cum? Go ahead, cutie, we’ve been waiting for this all night.”
With that, your hips practically slam down on them, pussy creaming and squirting all over the two of them.
Both men moan, as Getou pinches one of your nipples, causing you to clamp down even more, thus throwing him over the edge. He cums deep inside of you, coating his and Gojo’s cock.
“Fuck, this pussy is magical,” Satoru whines, as Getou pulls out. The masked man removed your wrists and ankles from behind his head, rolling his neck until it cracks. Sitting up from his hunched position, as he and Gojo reposition your body. Your legs are now behind Satoru’s back, leaving you in missionary. Your head is in Getou’s lap, his cock resting against your face.
“What’re you doing? Aren’t you done?” More tears fall down your face, but Gojo continues to smile.
“I haven’t cum yet, sweetheart! Ya wouldn’t blue ball me, would’ja?”
“I-what? Just kill me already, stop this torture!”
Getou grabs your wrists, lacing all ten of your fingers with his, “We already told you; we aren’t going to kill you.”
You shake your head, not believing their words.
“Don’t worry, (Your Name), you’re our final girl! And we’re gonna keep you forever,” Satoru practically sings, as he starts to buck his hips again, “Fuck, even after fucking you stupid, you’re still so tight. I’ll never give you up, sweetheart, and neither will Suguru. Even if you try to get rid of us, we’ll always come back!”
Suguru lightly smacks your bruising cheek, “Open up, kitten. I just know your throat will feel like a second pussy.”
You’ve never felt more helpless than this very moment.
Maybe it would’ve just been better if you’d died with the rest of your classmates.
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