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viperrot · 11 months

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⇁slasher season | leon kennedy | intro

re4 remake ghostface!leon s. kennedy x fem!reader NSFW 18+

MINORS DNI: BEWARE OF THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME.

you've always been in love with horror media growing up, especially slasher films. your boyfriend suggests to indulge in your dark fantasies after learning about your liking towards the classic ghostface.

series content warnings: porn with little plot, cnc/dubcon, depictions of chase, stalking, knifeplay, size difference, and possibly more to be added

content contains: GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION OF MURDER (ghostface in the movie doing ghostface things), oral (f!receiving), reader has fem!anatomy and uses fem!pronouns, size difference (leon is supposedly taller and beefier than reader), use of petnames (bunny, bug), no p in v, leon eats pussy like a champ!, praise and degradation

not proofread i am eepy

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song rec: "porno witch" by devil's witches (PLEASE LISTEN I LOVE THIS SONG UHHUGGHHU)

the introduction to my new self-indulgent collection of ghostface leon! no ghostface!leon here, but in the next one? ohohoho… be prepared, little doves.

enjoy below the cut~

Swaddled up in a soft blanket dyed to look like the Mystery Machine from Scooby-Doo, you patiently waited for your boyfriend to arrive home from work. You sat on the floor below your couch, surrounded by pillows you had taken from your bedroom in effort to get comfortable.

Tonight was movie night, and it was your week to pick the movie. With the summer season in full swing, you had finally decided it was “Slasher Season”—a time of the year you made up when you were in high school as an excuse to watch shitty horror films on your mom’s VHS player. Slasher Season, for you, was from July and all the way into Christmas—the typical settings of many slasher films. From summer camp scenarios, halloween killing sprees, and organs for Christmas presents, you thought it was a proper time period to call the Slasher Season.

As you scrolled through your phone, mindlessly looking through cringe social media, a ping! sound vibrates the small device. Your put your attention on the notification banner at the top of the screen, smiling softly when you see a message from your sweetheart.

Lee💕» Almost there. Make me some hot chocolate?

At the mentioning of the sweet treat, you checked the electric kettle that was resting on the kitchen counter and squinted at it.

« Too farrrr you do it urself!!

You respond, feeling lazy.

Lee💕» You’re goofy. See you soon, bug

Your heart raced knowing Leon was only a few blocks away at this point. He often walks place-to-place to make up for his lack of gym consistency as a result of college taking up most of his time, and his dorm isn’t very far from your apartment. As you waited for Leon, you got up from your comfortable spot on the floor to turn on the kettle before searching for the remote to the TV, finding it wedged between the couch cushions.

Sitting back down in your pillow moat, you quickly search for one of your favourite slashers on a random streaming service—Scream, 1996. The infamous Ghostface mask stared back at you as you clicked around for the “play” button, starting the movie and immediately pausing it to continue when your lover arrives.

The door to your quaint apartment clicks, the sound of a door knob rattling catching your attention. It pushes open to reveal Leon, sporting a black t-shirt and some blue jeans. He crouches down to slip off his beat-up Converse, tucking them against the wall before fully entering the house and closing the door behind him. He pushes his hair back as he looks at you with a boyish grin, a faint blush dusting the bridge of his nose as his pupils widen at the sight of you.

“Hey, bug,” Leon beams. He takes a look at the kitchen and notices the electric kettle boiling on the counter.

“Hi, Lee,” you chuckle softly. “I thought you changed at your dorm?” you motioned towards his jeans from your spot on the floor. His attention turns down to his attire.

“Figured I could shower and then just wear the sweats I keep here. Plus, I didn’t want to walk in pants like that,” Leon shrugs, walking towards the short hallway that led to your bedroom. You hum and go back to your phone while your blondie changes out of his tight jeans. The six-foot tall hunk walked into the living room and nudged you with his sock-clad foot, asking you to scoot forward. You did so, allowing him to squeeze behind you and set you into his lap.

"Was it busy today?" you peer up at him, your eyes unable to focus on his chin and his eyes at the same time. You felt Leon's right arm leave your waist to pick up the remote on the coffee table, pressing the "play" button to begin the movie. He tugs up the Scooby-Doo themed blanket to cover the both of you before answering your question.

"Like always. Luckily, no one pushed me into the pool today," Leon chuckled. He works as a swim instructor during the summer for little kids at the local pool, and the children would often play with him and push him into the body of water. The image of a dozen little ones running around him like vultures made you giggle.

"That's kinda lame," you joke. Leon squeezes your side gently, taking a nibble at the shell of your ear as a silent jab at your comment.

"Do you want hot chocolate, bug?" Leon asks lowly. You shake your head as a no, focusing your attention to the movie.

Drew Barrymore as Casey Becker picked up the white landline phone, responding to the fake voice speaking to her with a cheeky grin on her face. You felt your thighs squeeze at the sound of Ghostface on the other end of the line, silently wishing you were Casey Becker. If Leon noticed, he made no effort to say anything. As the scene plays out, you feel your lover's chest hum softly.

"What is this...?" he questions quietly. Your eyebrows knit together at this.

"You don't know what we're watching...?!" you gape up at him, your head looking over your shoulder. He gives you a look of pure confusion.

"Not really, no. Am I supposed to know?" Leon laughs nervously, a brow quirked up.

"If you're dating me, yes! Yes, you're supposed to know!" You yelp out, distraught by your lover's confession. He flashes a stupid smile, seemingly unbothered by your behaviour, his lightly calloused fingers tickling beneath the baggy jumper you wore that totally wasn't his to tease at the skin of your waist.

"Then why don't you help me out and tell me what in the world we're watching, bunny?" Leon circles his thumb just above your v-line, rubbing softly as he nuzzles his chin onto your shoulder.

"It's only like... one of the best slasher films of all time," you mumble under your breath. "Scream by Wes Craven from 1996."

"Mmm... not ringing a bell, bunny," Leon begins to press kisses into the crook of your neck as his eyes focus on the screen in front of you two, confused as to why the platinum blonde chick is losing her mind while running around with the phone in her hands.

Casey Becker screams at the sight of her meathead boyfriend strapped to a chair in front of her family’s pool, guts hanging out of his stomach from a large slit that ran across it. Leon cringed slightly at the sight, not expecting to watch a horror movie tonight.

"What is this..." he squints, still confused.

"Just keep watching," you sigh, childishly upset that Leon didn't know what this movie was.

The scene continued, Casey Becker running around and out of her house with a knife from her burning kitchen. Eventually, she's found by the wicked killer of the movie. He chases her with his blade, digging it into her neck as she cries to her poor parents over the phone. The blood gurgled in her throat as she cried, crawling in the yard of her lavish and isolated home, leaving a trail of her blood in her wake.

As Ghostface brandished his modified hunting knife, you shivered with a sick excitement, unknowing of the sparkle in your eyes as the scene unfolded.

But Leon knew.

As you squirmed in his lap, he grew curious, his lips no longer kissing against your neck. He knew what the two of you were watching now—he had dressed up as that murderous fool for Halloween in his senior year of high school as a joke with some old friends. Leon hadn’t any idea who Ghostface was. He simply knew him because of his friend group that dressed up as other slasher antagonists.

He remembers the compliments he’s get when trick-or-treating with his friends—the girls that’d flirt with him and ask him for a game of cat and mouse with batted eyelashes. Leon feels warm at the memory of spending time with his old group and denying girls a playful chase, but he quickly brushes them away when he feels you grind into his lap a little harder than the other times.

“What’s got you so twitchy, bunny?” Leon whispers into your ear, thumbing at the waistband of your pajama shorts. You jolt at the sensation, a blush running up to your ears.

“Nothing?” You respond, hoping he wouldn't realize the true reason as to why you're so fidgety tonight. The sight of Billy Loomis and Stu Macher made you want to jump with joy, unconsciously biting your bottom lip as they teased their respective girlfriends. Leon hummed, mimicking the kisses Billy would give Sidney in the scene, his lips grazing the lines of your neck.

"I think you're lying to me, bug," Leon chuckles lowly, his lips curling up into a grin against your neck. "I have a serious question for you."

You perk up at this, your full attention in your lover's hands. You can no longer focus on the slasher film playing on the TV as Leon turns you in his lap to face him, his nose grazing against your own as he tilts his head down to look into your eyes.

"Do you get, uh...?" Leon hesitates, his lip twitching as his eyes dart around in search of what to say.

"Do serial killers turn you on?"

Blink.

Blink, blink.

"HAH- why would you think that, Lee?!" you laugh nervously, your heart drumming against your ribcage. The blonde man smirked at the flustered sight of you, knowing good and well you were lying through your teeth.

"Well, you keep squeezing your thighs together, first of all," he notes. "And then you keep squirming around like a caterpillar getting ready to cocoon," his hands tickle your waist, trailing up and up, closer to your chest.

"That doesn't mean anything, Lee. I-I'm just feeling the affects of a thrilling film!" you try to dodge his speculations, eyes averting from his own. Leon presses a soft kiss on the corner of your lips before you felt his right hand trail away from your torso, cupping the heat between your legs.

"If it doesn't mean anything," he leans in, whispering into you ear.

"Why are you soaking through your shorts?"

You shiver when you feel Leon's breath tickle your ear, unknowingly grinding your clothed slit onto the palm of his hand. He chuckles lowly, pulling away from your heat. Your blush worsens, and you whine softly when the contact is lost.

"Be honest with me, bunny. Do you like the idea of being chased? Maybe even... having a little fun with a knife?" Leon coos, bringing his hand back to your waist. You shyly nod, shoving your face into his neck to avoid his soft gaze. His laugh rumbles low in his chest as he holds you close, caressing your skin gently.

“Don’t be embarrassed—It’s kind of cute, really,” Leon assures you. “But I have another question.”

You press your chest against his, and you feel him hug you a little tighter. You hum softly, urging your lover to continue.

“Do you want to try something more… slasher-like?” He asks curiously, and you grow a little confused.

“What do you mean, Lee? Like… do you mean you want to watch more movies, or in be-“

“In bed. Or maybe even out of bed,” Leon smirks. You pull away from the crook of his neck, interested in the proposition.

“Out of bed? How would that work?” You slightly pucker your lips with confusion. Leon traces your bottom lip with his thumb, tugging at it gently as his blue eyes traced the features of your face.

“However you want, bunny. I can send you creepy messages on a cheap burner phone, make you wonder if I’m stalking you every moment of the day, and maybe even, hmm… Get a Ghostface costume…?” Your eyes widen with surprise at his suggestions, and by the look in his eyes, he’s completely serious. You stifle a nervous laugh, unsure of how to even respond.

“Y-y’know, I thought you were a ‘missionary only’ kinda guy,” you half-joked.

It was mostly true, really. The times you’ve had sex with Leon, he was mostly very sweet—he’s just a big tease. He always wanted to look you in the eyes, whisper sweet praises to you as he rolls his hips into yours. You never bothered to ask him for rougher activities, not wanting to come off as weird to your boyfriend of almost a year, so his suggestion of chasing and stalking you was a shocker.

“M’only a ‘missionary only’ guy because I didn’t think you’d be such a lewd and depraved girl,” Leon confesses, smirking down at you. “But now… I know what you really like,” his hand reaches down to the curve of your ass, pinching the plush flesh teasingly between his fingers.

“I-I’m not lewd,” you stammer out, your arousal dripping from your tongue. Leon takes in the sight of you—flushed and small in his lap, your body betraying your words as you began to grind onto the apparent bulge in his sweatpants.

“Stage one is denial, bug~” gently, he pushes you down to the floor, the movie and Mystery Machine blanket that covered you two long forgotten. You make no protest when he begins to tug off your pajama shorts, revealing the cotton panties beneath. Leon’s breath grazes over the white fabric, tickling your most sensitive areas as he smiles up at you from his spot between your thighs.

“So, what do you say, bunny? Do you want to play a game with me?” Leon chuckles darkly, his teeth pulling at gusset of your panties to pull them off. When they’re halfway down your thighs, he ducks to wedge himself in front of it before lowering himself to the slick between your legs, his plump lips immediately getting to work.

His tongue runs up from the bottom of your pussy and up to your sensitive little clit, teasing at the bundle of nerves with a few flicks of his tongue. Leon skims his giant hands over your thighs before squeezing them closer to his head, burying himself into your wet cunt like a man starved.

You moan out his name as you thread your fingers through his soft blonde hair, throwing your head back into the carpet as you feel his warm tongue bully itself into your wet hole.

“Tastes so good, bunny,” Leon groans, the vibrations of his voice against your cunt making your stomach churn. “All f’me, too—god,” he smiles before fucking his tongue back inside, relishing in the way your thighs hugged his head tight.

“L-Leon—“

“That’s right, bunny… Keep moaning like the depraved little slut you are,” your lover chuckled, the devilish tone dripping from his tongue. Leon began to focus on your clit as one of his hands left your thighs, teasing the entrance of your pussy with soft pokes and prods.

“Who would’ve known such a sweet girl like you could be so dirty~” Leon mumbles as he sucks at your sensitive little nub. “You like it when I call you slut, huh? You’re squeezing my head like I’m trying to kill you or somethin’, bunny.”

“Why don’t you beg for my fingers, hm? Let’s hear it, bunny~” the blue-eyed boy pulls himself away from your twitchy little hole, smirking at the sight of how fucked-out you looked despite him barely doing anything. His head presses against your thigh as he forces them apart, placing soft nibbles onto the plump flesh as he awaits your response.

“P-please, Lee…” you pant out, hands reaching out for him desperately as your hips bucked up. Leon remains in his current position, worrying bruises into your inner thigh as if nothing was happening.

“L-Leon, please… need you—“ your voice is shaky as you continue to beg, and that seems to do the trick as you watch your lover return to his spot buried between your legs.

“Perfect…” He smiles, his lips a breath away from your aching cunt. “My perfect little bunny, hm~? Let’s give you want you want now, slut~”

Without warning, Leon thrusts his thick fingers into your slick little hole, scissoring your entrance open as he sucks harshly on your clit. You cry as you feel his teeth graze against the little bud, eyes rolling back as his fingers pump a hair upwards to graze against that special little spot inside of you.

“L-Lee—!” You moan, breath hitching in your throat as you tugged at his hair. Leon makes no plans to stop, continuing his attack onto the most sensitive spots of your body as you squirm and squeeze beneath him. Every time your thighs clenched around him, he couldn’t help but chuckle with delight, relishing in every sensation you gave him.

“Feels so good, isn’t that right, bunny?” Leon coos, smiling coyly at the sight of your arched back and drool-covered lips. “Y’look so pretty like this, bug… Love eating you out.”

Leon digs his fingers deeper inside of you as he goes back to stimulating your clit, his tongue dragging letters onto your slick pussy with expertise. Your hips rock up onto his mouth, your jumper riding up your stomach as you squirmed. Your lover could feel your cunt squeeze with each thrust of his calloused digits.

“Y’gunna cum for me, bunny?” he hums. “Go on. Cum for me, slut. This might be the last time I let you feel this good,” Leon growls.

At his order, you release, your juices making a mess of your lover’s face as your hips twitch forward. Leon sighs with delight, lapping up every drop you give him as if he was never going to have another meal for the rest of his life. Groaning at the taste of you, he pays no attention to the way you lay boneless beneath him.

“Such a good girl for me, bunny~” he moans onto your pussy, obsessed with the flavour of you as his tongue drags itself in and out of your slick hole. Your shivered, trying to push him away from your overstimulated intimates as your eyes rolled back. He doesn’t budge, continuing to fuck you with his greedy tongue.

“Tastes so fuckin’ good… all f’me… all mine~” Leon mumbles between every lick, pussydrunk and loopy. He finally pulls away, your slick making a mess of his jaw and lips. His blue eyes stare down at you with a slight worry.

“You okay, bug?” He whispers, bringing a hand up to caress your cheek. You nod softly, lost for words as a result of your recent orgasm. Leon chuckles at your current state.

“So cute… Let’s get you a bath, n’then we can keep watching Scream in the bedroom, okay?” Leon helps you up to your feet before carrying you bridal-style immediately after. You make no argument, allowing the man to walk you over to the bathroom down the hall.

Apparently, watching Scream and making you scream are two different things, but Leon didn’t really care.

uh. my first public smut i’ve ever written? hope u enjoyed the intro i guess bc this is one of the few times i’m gunna make leon be nice to u in this little collection :,]

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cupids-scream-queen · 5 months

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-> Bo Sinclair x f!reader

Warnings: Sex in a cemetery. Also drugging. And rape, I guess. And fucking in a mausoleum.

Summary: Bo takes you out on a nice little date to the cemetery. Unfortunately, it is Bo, and ensuing shenanigans are loud enough to wake the dead.

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"It's pretty this time, ain't it?" Bo's voice was quieter than usual, his eyes staring straight ahead at the cemetery that was sprawled out in front of the two. It was past midnight, the moon a dark orange—a bloodmoon. It was big and it was vast, a beautiful lady adorning the night sky.

"It is," She stared at the moon, her eyes transfixed on the beauty that was in front of her. Eyes wide, she was like a child, her imagination struggling to comprehend the beauty of it all.

"It's quite romantic, isn't it? Wouldn't you like to go out on a midnight stroll?" It wasn’t a question, not really–Bo never really allowed her to have a say in their activities. But that was something she was okay with, and she was used to it.

"I suppose, if you'd like," She offered, and it was an answer Bo found satisfactory enough. He got out of his truck, and hopped over to her side, where he opened the door for her. It was unusual enough for Bo to propose a romantic stroll—no matter if it was taking place in a cemetery—and she was quite shocked when he did this act.

"Aren't you a gentleman tonight?" She teased, giving Bo a peck on the cheek. He smiled, something a little agast in his eyes. A predatory glance, though it was there only a second. She hadn’t noticed it, much to Bo's chagrin.

"Only for you," He replied, taking her arm in his. They walked at a slow pace, the moon illuminating their path. "Ma's buried here, somewhere. Ain't visited her—Vincent's always done that."

"Do you know where she's buried?" She asked, and Bo shrugged, indicating that he didn’t. He wasn't the type to dwell on the past—at least, not in public.

"I have something to show you," Bo grinned, and she took this as yet another romantic gesture, her naive nature taking over. She trusted Bo, a lot, and to some extent, Bo trusted her. Not nearly enough to tell her all of his doings, but enough to keep her alive.

They walked for ten minutes, weaving around the cemetery until they came across a beautiful mausoleum—with the door open. Bo led her inside, her shoes clacking against the concrete floor.

"BP, ain't this illegal—and full of bodies?" She asked, and Bo grinned one of his trademark grins.

"Only if we get caught, sugar, and let's face it—Ambrose ain't exactly full of people," He walked, leading his girl farther into the mausoleum doors.

"Oh, that's pretty!" She said. A fluffy white blanket on the ground, black and red candles lit around it. Rose petals sprinkled the floor, champagne bottles and empty glasses surrounding. It was a pretty scene, one that would be romantic if it weren't for the face that surrounding the scene was the tombs of dead people.

"Ain't it? Nice and private, too," He moved her farther in, pressing his body against hers in the most delightful way. She moaned a bit when he gripped her waist, moving her as if she were nothing but a doll. His doll.

"What about them?" Gestering to the tombs that were stacked next to them, Bo shrugged, completely unaffected by the prospect of the souls of the people around them.

"What about them? We're the most exciting thing here in a good while," Bo stated, moving her to lay down on the blanket. "And we'll put a good show on for them, won't we?"

It wasn't exactly a question, nor was it a statement, either; the man was simply ready to fuck—it was her that the final decision was left up to.

"If that's what you want to do, honey, but isn't this kind of...?"

"Naw, it's a family mausoleum," Bo smirked, winking at his girl as she suddenly realized why Bo had been able to open the doors in the first place—he wanted to fuck in the family mausoleum.

"Oh," that was all she could say, her face mixed with emotions of digust, adornment, and admiration — the man certainly knew the most strange and unusual placed to fuck.

"Would you like a sip of champagne?" Bo sprawled out on the blanket, basking in the candlelight. He popped the cork, pouring two glasses of the sparkling liquid. She sighed and accepted the drink.

One sip, two sips, three. She noticed she felt different. The spinning of the mausoleum. The feeling of wanting to vomit, not quite able to determine if it was real or not.

"Bo? What's going on? What's going on?" She stumbled on her words, not quite able to speak.

"Don't worry about it, sugar, you'll be fine," Bo moved closer, wrapping his arms around her. He kissed her, and she tried struggling against him, but she couldn't fight against it. She melted against him, and he parted her lips. Against her, he was fully in control, his movements like fire in the candlelight.

"Why can't I—"

"Shh, love. You're alright," Bo started undressing her, and she fell limp into his arms, her body not moving when she asked it to. She was under Bo's control, and it was not her choice—but she knew she'd get out alive. She had to, right?

He started pressing his fingers against her nipples, and she made a strange noise in the back of her throat. Bo took this as a sign to keep going, and he carefully —but roughly—kneeded the soft and tender flesh.

He loomed over her, licking the nipple and enjoying as it got hard in his mouth. Swirling his tongue, Bo then started to bite on the tender piece of flesh, enjoying the tiny whimpers she made in protest. She couldn't run, much less fight against him. And that was what he liked.

He then moved his hand down to her pussy, gathering the slick in his hand. He moved to put his finger inside of her, and then quickly pushed another in. She tried to shift, but she couldn't—she was at his complete mercy.

His fingers moved quickly, his other hand busy fondling her tits, and his mouth attached to her neck, marking her completely as his. She was his sex doll, and he was half tempted to keep her there in the mausoleum; keeping her as his own. Forever.

He thought she was beautiful, her body playable and molding to fit his needs, his fingers mercilessly scissoring her, prepping her for his dick. Sex was his end goal, it was inevitable—the only question was when it would happen.

He finished with her pussy, deeming it ready to fit his length. He unzipped his jeans and got his cock out, lining it up with her entrance. He pushed in, not giving her any time to adjust to his length. He was huge compared to her—her petite frame covered by his large, looming build.

"Ah, fuck, you feel so goddamn good," he pushed in farther, and his tip hitting her just right, and she moaned, encouraging Bo to keep going. She wanted this. She needed it. She needed his cock to satisfy her, and Bo was more than happy to satisfy this need.

"Shit, you're gonna make me cum early," he tightened his grip, his fingers leaving marks against her skin as he fucked her aggressively, his dick continuing to assault her. He slapped her ass, slapped her tits, desperate to mark her as his—everything in him was animalistic, begging to be let go and to make her his. And he was going to.

He came in her, his cum coating her pussy and filling her up beautifully, her eyes brimmed with tears as she came as well, milking his dick for more. She needed more of him, so much more.

He smirked, satisfied with the length of the fuck, but not yet satisfied with her. He needed to push her to her limits, and he was going to.

He took a candle, and her eyes went wide as he dripped the hot wax over her, tantalizing her with what could become of her. It was a threat, and an arousing one for him, and he felt himself wanting to fuck her wax corpse.

He pulled out of her, and dipped his fingers in the cum that was leaking out of her pussy. He smeared it on the wax, coating her in a mixture that was seemingly harmless to an outsider, but to both of them, they were aware of the true meaning.

She was terrified, her body spent and her limbs weak, she wasn't sure how much more of this she could handle. Bo wasn't sure how much more he could handle before he caved and let Vincent cover her in wax, immortalizing her beauty forever.

She heard the rumblings of a truck outside, and so did Bo, who stopped his activities.

"Bo? You's in here?" Lester called out, and Bo sighed in heavy annoyance.

"Yeah, just checkin' some stuff out. Gonna head out now," he smirked, and slapped her ass before standing up and brushing himself off. He walked away, leaving her in the mausoleum. He'd come back, of course, he couldn't leave her—but a little bit of Stockholm Syndrome wouldn't hurt, now would it?

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