Masky x Reader(afab, but no pronouns are mentioned)
This is loosely based off the Marble Hornets version of the masked figure.
CW: Sexual tension, cursing, hurt/comfort, smut, virginity loss(reader) and a Masky that barley talks
TW: Blood, cuts, cleaning cuts/ wounds, sex, cursing, stockholm syndrome?
Being tied up in a house in the woods was never something you'd imagined you would be doing in your life- yet here you are, zip tied to a bed post. Thankfully your captor- who you had so graciously named 'Masky'- had only zip tied one of your hands to the post, and the bed was just close enough to a bookshelf so you could pass the time by reading a book.
A loud bang resonated through the house, you jumped, the book you were reading almost falling out of your hand. You were slowly getting used to this sound though, it was really the only way the man came into the house, however it usually wasn't that loud.
A feeling of terror bubbled up in your gut when you heard shuffling, it was unsteady, heavy, it wasn't the way he typically walked and it was unsettling to think of someone else- perhaps someone more dangerous- finding you.
But all those thoughts left your mind when a bloody, tired Masky came into the door way. You stood up, not being able to move too much because of your restrictions, yet for some reason still trying. He stumbled closer, gently pushing you back, taking a knife out. Before you could even try to push him away he sliced the zip tie and pointed across the hallway at a bathroom.
Getting the hint, you nodded at him, and took off to the bathroom searching for a med kit. Underneath the sink, you finally find it, grabbing it you rush back to the room. Masky, now laying on his back on the floor clutching his stomach looked up at you. "I-I've never done anything like this before- but uh- yea yea lets- yea-" You stuttered out, scared out of your mind right now.
You helped him slip off his jacket and then gently unbuttoned his shirt, your face reddening madly at the thought of undressing someone else. You looked at his stomach, it wasn't a deep wound, but it was still there. You take a cotton swab and carefully wet it with antiseptic, you look at the eye holes of his mask,"Okay- i'm gonna clean it- ill count down- 3..2..1.." You gently wipe at the wound, you feel his hand grab your upper arm.
"I know I know- I'm sorry- It'll be okay- I've got you-" You finished cleaning it, and take a bandage out, placing it over the wound before securing it. "There- Yea I think thats all I can do.." You gently put your hand over his, "Is there anywhere else?" You were frantic, this was the only person you've been able to see in a good few months. Obviously you've grown attached.
He nodded, pointing down to his leg. A gasp left your lips, and before you could think, you grabbed the knife he had before and cut his pants around the cut. Repeating the steps you had on the other injury, you find yourself at a hard place, you needed to get all around his leg to wrap it properly. You look up at him. "Masky, I- I need to take your pants off- " You gave a small apologetic smile. You unbuttoned his pants and gently pulled them down, being careful not to touch the wound.
You take the bandage, wrapping his leg and securing it, once more looking up to his masked face. "Is that all?" You asked gently, you could hear his heavy breathing from under the mask. Thankfully he shook his head. You breathed a sigh of relief, looking around at his now cut jeans, bloodied shirt and jacket. "Where do you keep your clothes?" His breath hitched and he tried to sit up shaking his head no. A grunt left his lips and he fell back and his hands went over the first wound you tended to.
"Don't move- You'll make it worse- That dresser," you point to the one in the room,"Are there any clothes in there that'll fit you?" He nodded. "Thank God- Now do not move- please-" You stood up, going over to the dresser and searching for a decent enough out fit. Black sweat pants and a grey hoodie that red "University of Alabama", yea that was alright.
You knelt down beside him again. "Do you want me to put these on you now- or help you onto the bed so you can get them on yourself?" Through the eye holes you saw his eyes glance to the bed. You placed the clothes on the bed, and turned back to him where he was already sitting up again. Albeit slower, it was still obvious he was in pain, you gently lifted him a little, helping him not have to bend that much.
He pointed to the out fit, you held up the hoodie and the pants in different hands. He grabbed the pants, unfolded them and put them on, bending as least as possible. He then slipped the hoodie on and stared at the bed. "Do you want to lay down?" He nodded, knowing he'd probably need help.
You helped him lower himself onto the bed and under the sheets, and before you could do anything else you felt a tug at your hand. His eyes boring into you. "You.. want me to stay?" He nodded, still looking at you as you slowly slipped into the bed next to him. And even though you left a decent amount of space inbetween the both of you, you were suddenly on your side, his body pressed to yours. His mask buried into the nape of your neck.
You stilled. After months of never touching him. After months of being almost always alone, always afraid of him, here you were. One of his arms around your waist, the other with his hand on your hip, his body flush against yours. You felt the bottom of his mask press against your neck. No- not the bottom, the lips of the mask.
You squirmed a little, his grip on your waist tighten and a grunt left him, this time sounding gentler, more like a moan? You flushed, not really having heard that sound... ever directed towards something that you'd done before. "Masky.." Your voice came out quieter than you intended, but apparently loud enough for him to hear. He gently nudged your neck with the nose of his mask before slowly sitting up.
You look up at him, his eyes once again boring into you. "If we... go any further... would you take your mask off..?" Your eyebrows furrowed, your hand going over the one on your hip. "Please..?" You could see his face relax a little, his eyes less wide, half lidded even as he looked at you. Taking this as a hint, you moved your hand from his and to the cheek of the mask. Fingertips grazing it at first before cupping the cheek of the mask, your eyes flickered to his eyes again.
Gently lifting the mask as your eyes lowered themselves to look at his lips. Parted slightly, then his nose, peering to the sides of his face you saw his sideburns, then his eyes. The mask was off, and you were finally able to see him fully. He was a sight for sore eyes, and of course if anyone had sore eyes it'd be you. Slowly, you leaned up, your lips pressing against his.
His hand on your hip presses your ass closer to his crotch, slowly grinding into you. A deep sound resonated in his chest, his lips traveling from your lips to your cheek, down to your jaw before going to your neck. Nipping, sucking and kissing at your neck. His breathing almost ragged, his hand moving up from your hip only to go back down, this time under your shorts.
His middle finger slips down inbetween your folds. his finger calloused and rough, trailing up and down before finally finding that sweet bud, making a moan slip out of your mouth. Your hand found his again, gripping at his wrist as your back arched slightly. "Oh- fuck- please" His fingers sped up, circling your clit faster. You turn your head again, your lips roughly pressing against his again.
The tight knot in your stomach that had been forming, was so close to breaking. Your grip on his wrist tightened ever so slightly, as you moaned- almost screaming- into his mouth as an orgasm ripped over you. Your thighs shaking slightly as his fingers slow down, his arm around your waist holds you tightly his lips moving against yours gently. As you come down from your high, he looks down at you. Love and lust mixed in his eyes.
You slowly turned over, his hand moving out of your shorts as you do so. You bury your face in his neck as your hands grip at the hoodie you'd picked out for him almost 20 minutes ago. Your breathing was unsteady as you nuzzled close to him, making sure to not hit his injuries. He pulls at your waist, wanting you even more impossibly close. Then you feel it, on your thigh, almost as hard as a rock.
Hesitantly, you press your thigh against him, his hips almost instantly moving against you. You slowly move your leg up and over his hip, grinding against his hard-on. His hand moves, pulling your shorts down first, letting you kick them off the rest of the way before moving to his sweats, his tip pressing against your slick folds, as he grinds against you more, before pressing himself into you slowly.
A moan mixed with a slight groan of pain leaves you as a groan of pleasure leaves him, his hand moving from between the two of you to the back your your head, slowly pushing in still as he pets your hair. As he bottoms out inside of you, he presses his cheek to the side of your head, holding you tightly.
After a few moments you press your lips to his neck before breathing out a,"Slowly.." as you move your hips slightly. A hum leaves him, as he slowly moves out of you. Keeping a slow pace for a good minute, he gently pushes your head back a little, looking into your eyes. Pumping in and out of you a little faster as he looked into your eyes.
"Mn.. more.. please...?" Your hand moves to press on his chest lightly. He speed ups his pace, his hand that pushed your head back- still tangled in your hair- moved to cup your cheek as he leaned down to kiss you. Pants, groans, grunts, and moans were echoing around the room, as you clung onto eachother. Your arms snaked up and around his neck, pressing your chest against his as you feel another orgasm building up.
"M-masky- Ahh-" You buried your head back into his neck as he held you close again. Keeping the menstruations going, you both reached your peak, your walls tightening around him spurring him into his own, strings of cum coloring your walls as you both slowed down. Breathing heavily, you held onto him tightly as your orgasm washed over you.
You pulled back, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, then another. He slowly pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants before rolling onto his back, pulling you along your head falling into his chest. A yawn leaving your lips, your situation catches up with you. You just fucked your captor after cleaning up his wounds. But as you laid there on your side, in side arms, surrounded by his warmth, you slowly lulled off to sleep.
Sanity could wait for another day.
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