#ghost mask

“Whatcha readin’?” Jax asked as he walked into your shared bedroom, wearing a fresh white t-shirt and baggy jeans. Honestly, you were happy that you read from a Kindle so that your boyfriend didn’t know that you spent your spare time reading smut that would make even the most sexual deviant blush. So you lied. 

“Verity,” you responded, not letting your eyes leave the electronic lighting up your face. 

“Yeah?” He said, leaning against the wall, smirking at you. Jax always joked and said that you were a grandma stuck in a young woman’s body. You loved being a homebody, though. It was a way to keep the melee of the MC separate from your home life. You would rather be at home, in bed, snuggled up with a book, or a movie, than out drinking and partying. “What’s it about?” He asked. 

“Some fucked up shit,” you responded coyly. You hated lying to him, but if he knew that the book you were reading was about the hunter and the hunted, and it turned you on, you were afraid he would judge you. Sure, Jax was no stranger to kink, but you were always a little more shy about your fetishes. Thanks to the book you were actually reading, Haunting Adeline, a new kink had been unlocked for you - masks. 

A few days later, Jax had to leave to go take care of some club business. You had learned a long time ago to not ask questions, and if he had to go, you did your best to not give him a hard time about it. He leaned down to kiss you goodbye and you watched him go. 

“When do you think you’ll be back?” you asked, curled up on the couch with a cup of tea that was still steaming, and your Kindle was waiting for you on the coffee table. But damn, watching him sling that leather kutte on his back just made you want to tackle him to the ground and never let him go. 

“Probably not for a few hours,” he said, smirking at you, stalking towards the couch to steal another kiss. His soft lips touched yours one more time, and now you really didn’t want to let him go. “Dont wait up for me,” he said, letting the tip of his nose rest on yours. 

“Okay,” you said softly, letting him know that you were never mad at him for leaving you alone. Sometimes, you loved your alone time. 

“You know I love you, right?” He said with a devilish grin, biting his lower lip ever-so gently. 

You paused, unsure of what to say but you could tell he was either having dirty thoughts or was up to no good. So you responded simply. “Yeah….?” You said, puzzled. “Why?” 

“Just makin’ sure darlin’.” 

And without another word, he left, and you immediately reached for your Kindle. 

About an hour or so had passed, and you felt that familiar pressure on your bladder, so you got up from your comfortable warm spot on the couch to use the bathroom. After washing your hands, you thought you heard a strange noise coming from the front hallway. You got a little spooked, but didn’t really think anything of it. Everyone in Charming knew who Jackson Teller was, and everyone knew not to fuck with him, or his old lady. You were the safest you’ve ever been, so you walked back out to the living room, and plopped back on the couch. 

A few minutes later, your phone was vibrating on the coffee table, but you didn’t recognize the number. You answered it anyway. 

“Hello?” You said into the speaker, but there was no answer. Just a heavy, menacing breathing on the other end. 

“Umm,” you trailed off. “Hello?” Still, you were only answered by the sounds of a deep, muffled breath, so you hung up. As soon as you ended the call, your phone was ringing again. 

“If you knew who my man was, you’d know enough to not fuck with me.” You said, angrily into your phone, but you were quickly cut off by a deep, muffled voice. 

“I’m not scared of you, little mouse.” 

“Excuse me?” You said, letting your bitchiness come out on full display. 

“I see you.” They said, and you rolled your eyes, knowing good and well no one could see you. 

“How rude of you to roll your eyes at me,” he said, and you swore your heart dropped into your stomach. 

“Wh-what?” You said, sitting up from your spot on the couch, and you heard footsteps from your bedroom, stalking quietly towards you. “What do you want?” you whimpered into the phone. 

“I want you to run, princess,” the strange voice said as a masked man approached you. Your heart skipped a beat as you threw your phone at the stranger in your house. At first glance, the mask was familiar - you had seen it all over TikTok. It was a black balaclava, with skeleton teeth covering the mouth, and all you could see were eyes. You didn’t even give yourself enough time to try and make out the man’s eye color before you were booking it towards the front door. 

Heavy, booted feet quickly chased after you and you tried to open the door before he reached you, but when he somehow managed to get into the house without you noticing, he deadbolted it and locked the smaller lock on the doorknob. You didn’t have time. He was coming up towards you quick. 

“Fuck!” you shrieked, and you quickly cut over the back of the house, running, wishing like hell you hadn’t thrown your phone at the stranger. You needed Jax, you needed the gun that was stashed in your dresser drawer in your bedroom. 

You made it to your bedroom with enough time to slam the door and lock it. It was almost as if he was giving you a chance, a head start, but you still heard the heavy boots walking slowly, menacingly towards your bedroom. 

“Ready or not,” he shouted, his voice deep and gravelly. “Here I come.” 

You were shaking, totally unable to defend yourself. Even if you could manage to load the clip into the Glock that was stashed in your drawer, you didn’t even know how to take the safety off. Jax promised you he would show you some day, but you had a feeling he was going to be a day late and a dollar short. 

You heard the footsteps stop in front of your bedroom door, and you were scared. 

“C’mon, little mouse,” he said, dragging his fingernails along the locked door. “Come out and play.” 

You were panting, panicking, with absolutely no idea what to do or where to go when a lightbulb went off over your head and you remembered you had a baseball bat stashed under your bed. 

“Not by the hair of your chinny chin chin?” He mocked from the other side of the door. “Then I’ll huff,” he kicked the door, but not hard enough to break it down. “And I’ll puff,” another kick. “And I’ll blow your house down.” One final kick and the door was smashed to smithereens and he let himself in. 

You were hiding in the bathroom that was attached to your room, listening to his feet stalking through the room, listening for when to strike. Like a child, you were hiding in the bathtub, behind the shower curtain, clenching on to the baseball with white knuckles. 

“Y/n,” he sang, the torturous sound of his heavy boots moving slowly and methodically through the bedroom. “I know that you’re in here, princess.” All of a sudden, the voice sounded familiar, but there was no way it was Jax. Jax wouldn’t do this to you. Jax wouldn’t try and scare you like this. Even though there was a small portion of your brain that was extremely aroused, and you could feel a small wet spot begin to form in your panties. 

“I can smell you, baby.” He said as he entered the bathroom. Finally, you knew. You knew it was Jackson. So, you decided to play along. Not a moment after you came to the realization, the shower curtain pulled back, and you got a glimpse of the masked man in front of you, and you knew those eyes. It was Jax. You dropped the bat with a clank as the metal hit the porcelain bathtub and you quickly ran but he grabbed you by the arm. 

“Let go of me,” you turned to face him and gently shoved him. 

He chuckled, lifting you up in his arms as you squirmed and pretended to put up a fight. “I caught you,” he said as he walked to the side of the bed and threw you onto the mattress with a thud. 

“No!” you shrieked, playing along. “Leave me alone!” 

“Nuh-uh, little mouse,” he said, flipping you over on your belly, hooking two fingers into the waistband of your sweatpants. “I told you to run,” he yanked your pants off with one swift motion and you were still pretending to put up a fight. “I guess you weren’t fast enough.” 

He released his grip on you, giving you the freedom to turn and face him, and his mask was off now. There he was, sweat beading on his forehead, a crooked grin planted across his face. 

“You had me there for a second,” you said, exhaling a heavy breath. 

“I knew you were reading smut!” he said, reaching down to grip your wrists once more to pin you down. “You dirty…” he said leaning in to plant firm kisses along your neck. “...dirty girl.” 

“Put the mask back on,” you said, succumbing to his grip that was keeping you restrained on the bed. “Fuck me with the mask on.” 

“Yeah?” he said with a grin, putting the mask back on over his head, exposing only his baby blue eyes that made you melt.