Day 1 : 𝘸/ 𝘫𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘥
𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞. : ɪ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲. A quiet town is thrown into chaos when a masked killer emerges from the shadows, leaving fear and bodies in their wake.
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁. : masked man, knife, serial killer on the loose, use of female genitalia and feminine outfit, fem! reader
𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀. : knife-play/masks/hair-pulling/photos/unprotected sex (wrap it up guys)/fingering
MDNI !!
Fall of 1998. While the town whispered about the murders stalking teenagers in their quiet neighborhoods, you’d lay sprawled on the couch without a care in the world. Normally, with your parents out of town during such a spree, you might have felt afraid.
But why worry, when you had Jason Todd, your loving boyfriend, holding you close in his strong arms, the glow of the VHS movie flickering across them both. Outside, the wind rattled against the sliding glass door, and the warm lamp light cast a soft, golden haze over the room.
“I’ll be right back, love. Gotta piss,” Jason murmured, pressing a quick smile down at you before slipping out of your arms and disappearing from the living room.
The sudden quiet left a pit in your stomach. Telling yourself it was nothing, just nerves stirred up by the headlines.
Ringggg.
You froze. eyes darted to the white landline on the table beside the couch. Who would call this late?
Probably your parents, you thought. With the time difference, it was only early evening where they were. Shaking it off, you reached for the phone and lifted it to your ear.
“Hello?”
“What’s your favorite scary movie?” The voice rasped through the line, rough, ragged, and low. The kind of voice that crawled straight up the spine.
“W-who is this?” you whispered, teeth worrying your bottom lip as your gaze flicked nervously around the room.
“You didn’t answer my question, sweetheart.” A dark chuckle followed
and then click
the line went dead.
Your heart pounded. Slamming the receiver back into place, and wrapping your arms around yourself. you weren't alone in the house.
“Jason?” you called, voice trembling. “Baby, where are you?”
Silence. The wind outside howled harder, and the lights flickered.
A loud crash echoed from upstairs. Your heart lurched, Jason. Something must have happened to him. Without thinking, you hurried toward the staircase, only to pause when you spotted the baseball bat leaning against the wall. Father had left it there days ago. Tonight, you silently thanked him.
Gripping the bat with trembling hands, you crept up the stairs, careful to avoid the creaking boards you knew by heart. Each step brought you closer to the shadow at the top.
Then you froze.
Your bedroom door stood cracked open, and through the gap you saw it—them. A tall figure, draped in black, the pale mask catching just enough light to turn your blood to ice. The sight ripped a gasp from your throat before you could swallow it down.
The figure’s head snapped toward you.
Panic surged. You stumbled back, heart hammering, then bolted down the stairs, the bat slipping from your grip as you ran. You could hear them behind you, the pounding of boots, the swish of fabric, just out of reach.
You almost made it to the front door. Almost.
Something sharp clattered against the floor in front of you, and your foot caught, sending you sprawling hard onto your stomach. trying to scramble forward, nails clawing at the floor, but the sudden weight pressing onto your legs held you down.
“No- please, please don’t kill me!” you begged, sobs catching in your throat.
A gloved hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck ached and your chest lifted painfully off the ground. You cried out.
A blinding flash went off in front of your eyes. A camera. Blinking rapidly, black spots swimming in your vision.
“So fucking pretty like this, baby.”
That voice. You knew that voice.
“Jason?” You whispered, horror and disbelief colliding in your chest. “W-what’s happening?”
He let go of your hair, and you collapsed forward, face nearly striking the floor.
“I’m making things interesting, baby,” he growled against your ear. His breath was hot even through the mask, sending shivers down your spine. “Didn’t you feel it? The fear of being chased? Doesn’t it make you feel things… things you shouldn’t?”
“I- Jace, plea—” Your voice cracked, cut short as something cold and sharp pressed against your throat. Metal. A knife. A big one. You swallowed hard, pulse hammering beneath the blade.
You should be terrified. Should scream. Should fight.
Instead, your body betrayed you, heat curling low, a shameful ache twisting with the fear.
“Yeah? What’s wrong, baby? Something caught your throat?” His voice dripped amusement, dangerous and dark. He turned the blade, laying the flat side against your neck, pressing until your skin tingled.
A small, broken sound slipped from your lip; half whimper, half moan. You hadn’t meant to. God, you hadn’t meant to.
Jason chuckled, low and rough. “Look at that. My girl’s a slut after all. Knew you’d be into this- being so fucking helpless to me.”
“I—I can’t help it, Jace. Please…” you whispered, trembling beneath him. His gloved hand slid slowly up your calf, over your thigh, and settled on the soft curve, squeezing hard enough to make you squirm. His low chuckle rumbled against your ear.
“Yeah? Bet if I pushed up this little skirt you wore tonight, I’d see how wet you really are” You felt his hand start to drift higher. Stomach twisting, because he was right. You had chosen that skirt for him, knowing they’d have the house to yourself.
The fabric was soon gathered around your waist, exposing you, vulnerable and trapped. One hand kept the knife steady at your throat while the other slipped beneath you, pulling you up onto your hands and knees.
“I knew it,” he taunted, his smirk audible behind the mask. “My girl’s a slut for me. Look at you.”
A shiver raced down your spine as the knife left your neck, only to trail with agonizing slowness over your shoulder, down the ridge of your spine, and across the curve of your hip. The cold steel kissed your skin, each touch a threat and a promise.
Briefly it left your body, the feeling of cold metal against hot skin was no more and you almost missed it until you could feel the knife again, dull side pressed into your hip. Hooked under your panties before the sound of fabric tearing away with ease filled your ears.
Gasping, the rush of cool air against exposed skin left you breathless, shame and desire colliding in your chest.
Another whimper left your lips, the sound sending jolts of pleasure to his dick as you tried to look over your shoulder at him.
“Please Jason, do something, anything, need you” You nearly fell forward feeling his thumb press into your clit, another moan tearing from your throat as your head lulled forward. He growled a bit, letting up on the pressure to grip your hair and pull it back.
"Head up pretty girl" He warned in your ear as your eyes fluttered closed from the pain and pleasure, you nodded quickly acknowledging his command.
Then you felt it, the unmistakable feeling of his knife, pressed flatly to your pussy making you twitch.
"Yeah you like that don't you?" He asked making you mew and nod again, his hand still griping your hair and the other pressing the knife to your hot and wet slick.
"Want- need more, please, need more from you" You moaned out. He chuckled and slowly shook his head back and forth before dropping the knife with a clattering sound.
The sound of fabric rustling followed by the soft and faint thud of something else hitting the floor after he let go of your hair made you nearly look to see what he was doing but the feeling of his bare hands on you made you gasp slightly and arch your back.
You could feel one of his fingertips ghosting over your hole before it entered. Jason had large hands, and equally large fingers. Sure you had sex before but every time you continued to be surprised by his sheer size.
One finger was followed by another, his middle and index finger working and coaxing as you moaned again. He curled them perfectly, like he knew how to play your body better than any instrument.
"That's it baby, cum on my fingers for me" He coached you through it, feeling how your walls clenched and fluttered around his fingers pushing you over your first climax, leaving you gasping and breathless.
As your chest heaved up and down slightly, and knees began to hurt from the cold hard tiles beneath them you heard the sound of a belt buckle unbuckling behind you.
"S'good for me" He muttered, his pants and briefs now pushed down as he nudged your legs apart and kneeled between them. His hand wrapped around his cock, giving a couple slow strokes before leaning forward. He dragged it through your slick folds, gathering your own release to use as lube while his tip caught your entrance just barely.
"Please, fuck me Jason" Your moan was cut short by his hips jolting forward, shoving his entire length into you abruptly as your jaw slacked open, a slight scream emitting from your open mouth.
"Yeah that's it baby, I wanna hear you scream for me, let the neighbors know who fucks you this good" He groaned, pulling all the way back out before slamming back into you, the force nearly causing you to fall forward had his grip on your waist not been tight enough to leave bruises.
He set a brutal pace, fast and hard and unlike anything you had experience before. He was usually so gentle, so soft with you like you might break but this? it made your head reel and mind fog in the best way possible.
"Fuck baby- feel S'good, this pretty pussy was made for me, and only me, got it?" He growled, the obscure sound of wet squelching and skin on skin contact bounced off every wall in the kitchen.
"Only yours Jason" You gasped out, eye squeezed shut as feeling the second orgasm build up. He wasn't too far behind, you could feel the way his hips stuttered out of rhythm as your walls clenched around him, trying to drag him deeper.
"Fuckkkk, made for me baby, S'good, so fucking good" He groaned as you clenched down tight around him, head thrown back in ecstasy as your second climax washed over you. Body trembling, threatening to give out from under you while he held you up.
"Almost there baby- just- fuck..." His hips lurched forward one last time, his dick twitching inside you as ropes of his cum painted your insides.
"Fuck baby- so good" He mutter, reaching up to take the white ghost mask off, letting it fall to the ground as he leaned forward, his forehead glinted against the lights with the thin layer of sweat. He rested it against your shoulder, one strong arm next to you to hold you up as both of you caught your breath.
Slowly he pulled out, a whimper leaving your mouth at the sudden loss before he stood up. pulling his jeans and briefs back up and tucking himself away.
"I'll clean you up baby" He muttered, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before grabbing a rag and getting it damp before cleaning up your thighs to free you of your combined sticky mess.
The two of you lounged lazily on the couch, The Princess Bride playing softly on the TV at your request. You absently traced little shapes across his chest with your fingertip, the fabric warm beneath your hand.
“Hey, Jace?” you murmured, tilting your chin up toward him.
“Yeah, sweetheart?” he answered, the casual endearment making your heart skip, nearly derailing the question you'd been working up the nerve to ask.
“You’re… not actually the killer going around town… right?” Your voice dipped at the end, uncertain, as your gaze slid down to your own fidgeting hands.
“Nah, baby. Don’t worry about it.” His easy smile smoothed away any concern, and you found herself returning it without hesitation.
“Right. Of course you’re not.” You let out a small laugh, as if to scold yourself for ever doubting him.
…If only you had looked closer- if only you had noticed the faint, rusty smear of red clinging to the edge of the mask resting carelessly on the floor.
ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ. first one done! I'm actually so excited to be participating in this years kinktober. Iv've never done it before and it gives me the chance to write darker things that I usually wouldn't write about! also I will be writing normal, non smut October/halloween based pics. I wrote this one at like the start of September bc I really liked this idea and couldn't wait lol. Some of these are based on horror movies, some aren't, see if you can guess which horror movie. this one is obviously Scream
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ. 2,056 words
ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ. I'm going to have a seperate taglist for my kinktober fics because I don't know if those who requested to be on a taglist for certain characters want to be exposed to this kind of stuff, comment if you want to be added to the kintober taglist.
