𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 4

Masks and Moans| Smut

AN: Leon dressed as Ghostface? I hope you're all as into it as I am! Happy October 1st, let the spooky season commence! 🎃This one's a little dark and out of character, and includes knife play, but the sweet aftercare hopefully brings some fluff to it too!♡
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"Are you sure you still want to do this?" Leon asks, voice rough as he grips the Ghostface outfit in his hands. I nod, licking my lips in anticipation. It'd only taken me weeks to plead and beg for Leon to do this, and ever the dutiful boyfriend, he finally agreed on one condition; if he was going to dress up as the character, he'd act like it too. I look around the rented house, we're far away from civilisation and I'm still not acquainted with the surroundings yet, we're only here for tonight and most of tomorrow, which means this'll either be short lived or I won't be able to walk tomorrow. I'm hoping for the latter.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Remember the safe word though?" I murmur, I'm mostly excited but I can't stop the slight nervousness that creeps up my spine as Leon's lips curve into a knowing smile. I asked to be scared and seduced at the same time, and I know he's going to fucking deliver.

"Liver." He answers, chuckling at the random Scream reference we came up with on the way here. I nod, then step back, my boots creak on the wooden floors as Leon wags a finger at me, taking off his wristwatch to delicately place it on my own wrists. "Remember the rules. We start at ten. You've got five minutes to hide, and then when I catch you, you're mine to play with. Okay?"

Already Leon's performing. I nod eagerly, sucking in a breath as my final minute of peace rapidly ticks by. Leon's hand reaches to my cheek, thumb brushing my cheekbone softly as he leans in, breath tickling my face as he presses a ghost of a kiss to my head. "I promise you're safe with me, and I'll stop immediately when you want me to. Now, run, my favourite final girl."

A squeak escapes me as Leon's smile disappears completely. He steps back into the shadows, the rustling of fabric filling the room as he slips on the costume. I freeze, until I remember that if I stay I'm literally fucked. I dart backwards, almost tripping as I frantically search for a good hiding spot. I pass the front door, noticing it's already locked, then stupidly I run upstairs. The house is deadly silent as my heavy breathing echoes, I swivel my head, panicking as I hear a creak from downstairs, I glance at the watch, seeing I've already wasted four minutes.

"Shit." I mumble, darting into the room closest to me. It turns out to be the bedroom, which is the most obvious room of all. I mentally slap myself as I open the wardrobe door but decide against it at last minute, and instead I throw myself to the floor, crawling under the bed and hoping Leon doesn't think I'm too predicable- even though I mostly definitely am. I try to even my breathing as I slap a hand over my mouth, and at the same time I hear heavy footsteps coming upstairs.

My eyes widen as they follow my invisible path, followed by something scraping. I narrow my eyes in the darkness, muffling a scream when I see Ghostface- Leon- standing in the doorway, a fake knife in hand already covered in fake blood. He runs it across the wall, the scratching sounds louder than it is as he steps deeper into the room.

"Where are you, Y/N?" He deeply says, walking past the bed as I stiffen up. He flings open the wardrobe, letting the doors slam against the wall with a thud as I jump and slowly scoot away from where he's standing. He turns, the creak of the floorboards long and drawn out until he chuckles and walks out of the room. I stare at the doorway, wondering if I've actually managed to outsmart him. I wait and wait, hearing nothing but silence, my nerves fray until I'm trembling and feeling like I haven't won the game at all. I slowly crawl from out of the bed, hands shaking as I tip toe out of the room to find a better hiding place-

"Gotcha." Leon growls, leaping from behind the wall and grabbing me around the waist. I scream, wriggling and almost crying as his grip wavers at the sight of my shiny eyes, but then a whimper escapes me as his cologne fills my nose, reminding me that it's him and that I'm truly safe playing this with him. He presses the cold, plastic mask to my neck whilst he steps back, dragging me with him as I try to cling to the doorframe.