Hello my fellow horny jail cell-mates, this me, Lyn.
Today I present you with the masterlist of my line up! Please check out the prompt list made by our beloved @sinbinfamiliar in the link right here!
Now, my dynamic will be weekly, each week I'll post the line up for my pieces, and hopefully they'll be posted daily. Needless to say, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT IF I SEE YOU INTERACTING ON THIS POSTS YOU'LL BE BLOCKED.
Day #1: Lingerie (A tale of a promise forged in Iron)
Day #2: Exhibitionism (Sam x 2)
Day #3: Tigh fucking (SMASH)
Day #4: Oral (Shorties Strike Back)
Day #5: Degradation (Salty Luck Charm)
Day#6: Bites\Hickeys (When you see my shadow: To you 10000 years from now)
Day#7: Orgasm denial (The one thing his hands could hold)
Pairing: Code: 537-MH (Tim Wright/Masky × Elisia Jefferson (SCP: 537-J))
Prompt: Somnophilia
Masterlist
Word count: 890
Summary: Tim knew she had a cute sleeping face, Masky understood that but couldn’t help to see the monster’s sleeping face without getting hard.
Warning: Somnophilia, male masturbation, semi dub-con, I do not condone this, Masky is being questionable, mentions of blood, this is like that one scene in Evangelion, slight dark content.
Tim tumbled through the door. He had been away for two weeks. For what he could tell on the newspaper he had found on his way back. He was greeted by the darkness of Elisia’s apartment. He thought everything was finally over, but when the girl who could see dead appeared almost everything went down hill. Almost because the more time Tim, passed with her, he grew fond of her. Specially after the roof talk. He took off his jumper, and threw it on the laundry basket. He knew it smelled to mud, and probably had dry blood somewhere. The Masked Man was surely busy, he wanted to try and light a cigarette but did not had the energy to do so, he walked up to her room to see her peacefully sleeping.
He looked at her with tenderness, the first time he had waken up to her he had fallen for her and hard. He admired how her long lashes were put upon each other, the way light caressed her cheeks, her messy bed hair, even when the small puffs of air escaped her lips while she breathed. He knelt beside the bed and his hand almost reached to pet her head. But he stopped only centimers away from it.
“Holy shit, dude.” Masky commented on the crack of his head. His face drained white just as the white moonling tracing over her features. “I see why you fell for her, I knew the lil’ monster was a beauty in disguise, but look at her.”
Tim knew what was he talking about, Elisia always slept on one of her sides, letting him outline her curves over the bedsheets. Even though, Masky had the pleasure on spending time with her, but during more intimate times it was Tim, he was the one tracing the vary same curves with his hands, kissing and nipping at her skin. The one who felt how her nails dragged along his back as he filled her up nicely. His cock twitched.
Tim looked panicked to his pants, as he directly pointed to Masky about it. “It is not my fault, she looks so delicious like this.” It was clear why he said that, Elisia had tried to kill him twice while he wore the mask but that did not stopped him from getting harder.
“You are a sick fuck, you know that?” Hissed Tim.
“We are a sick fuck, buddy.” His gaze darkened as he slowly undid his pants and lowered his underwear. His hand gently massaged his balls and then it rose to the base stroking gently along his length, as his mind traveled back at those moments in which it was her small hands taking his shaft, tracing the veins that run along it. He bit his other hand to drown a gasp. As he pumped his cock, his face heated mildy from embarrassment, but the rest was for pure anxiousness from waking her up. On his mind he kissed her neck on that spot that made her tug at his hair and leave those sweet noises from her lips, his grip became a little bit tighter his thumb now pressing ever so slightly over his lenght. His breathing became ragged as he became harder, he wanted to be touching her body, making her scream, beg for him. But he was here stuck, masturbating for her sleeping. Plenty of nights he had seen her sleep, she knew that and he couldn’t have gottennup until now.
Maybe it was because he already new her answer to him licking at her breasts, kissing her inner thighs, pushing his fingers inside her. Just by thought he was getting turned on, his cock already leeching precum, he teased the tip a little to use it as lubricant. Imagining it was her hand or mouth the one taking care of this. He panted at the thought. But his hand worked faster, he grunted and she stirred on his sleep. He stopped mid motion panicked, horrified, writing for her to open her eyes and catch him during this. She just cuddled further on the covers. He thought he had multiple heart attacks, and his erection did not thought the same as he felt himself even more aroused by the sudden urge of panic, as if his body was betraying it self, he stroked himself again and again, and had him biting his tongue to finish quickly, as his cheeks burned even more, his gaze changed from her to his dick quickly waiting for another of her movements. But it was just a reflection of him liking how his cock disappeared when he was balls deep inside her pussy. And that brought him to edge, he breathing was fast and ragged but quiet enough to not disturb her and then it hit him, his orgasm crashed on to him violently as he had to bite his fist to silence him as the hot ropes of white cum spilled over the floor next to the bed. He looked at himself horrified before adjusting his clothing and cleaning the place with a dirty sock of his. He then threw himslef on the couch and sighed.
“I don’t trust you enough to sleep were I rightfully belong.” He sighed.
“You don’t trust yourself enough buddy.” Answered Masky from the back of his head.
