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alexiswritingstuff · 10 months

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(THIS IS A REPOST BECAUSE THE LAST VERSION GOT MESSED UP, SORRY FOR ANY CREATED EXCITEMENT!!)

Now, I know I’ve said this for many things, but I genuinely got carried away with this that when I had the idea for the plot... I kinda forgot that the anon had requested something cute with fluff, so... I hope the ending does it justice.

Either way, thank you for sending this in. I hope you like it!

Removal of the Mask.

Pairing: Gustavo Fring x gn! reader.

Other appearances: Mike Ehrmantraut, though only mentioned.

Request: I had an idea for another Gus fic! I just want him to finally break , mask off and just actually let himself show emotion and be upset with the reader comforting him or something? I just need cute and fluffy stuff with him in my life. Poor dude just needs a shoulder to cry on

Content: angst with comfort and fluff.

Warnings: fighting, gunshot, injuries, descriptions of a hospital.

Be aware of spelling errors and mistakes! I do go read through my fics before posting them, but I always managed to miss some!

A/N: I don’t know if it’s just the way I perceive Gustavo, but I genuinely can’t think of him just... crying. You know, like, maybe with tears in his eyes, but the only way I was able to imagine it was like if something close to a major trauma happened. So, I guess that’s what influenced my idea for this.

Also this fic may be really long, so buckle up, hydrated yourself and grab a snack.

More Gustavo fics.

Taglist-

@sukunamybeloved - @viviennemuerte - @miwagila - @marksassybanana

The sun was high in the sky. Everything beneath felt the presence, including you as beads of sweat trailed down wherever it could on your body.

You were leant against the side of your car, though not very still in the unbearable heat. “Where the hell is this guy?”

The problem with doing these deals, exchanges, or something along those lines was that they had to be done in unknown places. Areas where there weren’t other people around who could possibly witness something they shouldn’t.

That usually meant abandoned properties, or having to travel miles into the vast desert.

And for this particular meet-up.

It was both.

You sniffed, a rising sense of irritation building as you twisted your wrist to lay eyes on the watch strapped to it. Five minutes late. No one in this business risked being five minutes late, especially if it could end up being more.

No one had been told that it was going to be you instead of Gustavo that they were going to be meeting with today either, so in theory, these people were laying back on him. Making him seem like a fool with the need to wait alone in the desert.

But it was you.

And you were not the slightest bit happy.

Just as your arm lowered, hand angrily smacking back to the car door behind you, there was a revving sound that hummed across the landscape. And upon looking up, your eyes found a moving cloud of dust just over one of the minor hills.

“Ballsy.”

You pushed yourself off of your car, adopting a straightened stance the way a bodyguard would.

Despite wanting to present yourself like Gustavo would- arms tight by the sides, chin raised, head basically unmoving unless needing to provide a form of intimidation- when the car had finally rolled into the lot, your arms were just crossed over your chest.

It may have made you like an angry toddler, but there was nothing more unnerving than the ultimate death stare you shot the driver as he exited the vehicle which had finally stilled.

“You’re not Gustavo.”

That was the first thing he said.

After turning up late, and looking like he didn’t even bother to dress himself accordingly... That was it? He even had this narrowed gaze when he began to take a few steps in your direction.

“I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume that it was the traffic that made you late... Am I right?” You hadn’t moved an inch, just simply watched the man as he ultimately decided to settle on keeping a good distance.

His hands lowered to his hips while his eyes flickered to the horizon, his head mildly nodding as if he couldn’t figure out what to say. But it looked more like he didn’t care.

“Okay,” you began, finally letting your arms fall to your sides, “Let’s not waste anymore time then.”

“Do you have them?”

The mans attention snapped back to you after he rocked on his heels for a moment, his stance unchanging much like his gaze, “It was supposed to be Mr. Fring that I met with.” There was a slight southern drawl to his words, a sound that slowly became vicious the more he spoke, “Where is he?”

Your voice stayed the same despite the irritation that began to take back its place, “I believe we’re old enough to carry out an exchange ourselves, don’t you think?”

There was a good few seconds of strong eye contact. One that closely resembled the kind of stand off you would see in old western movies.

But eventually, his head lowered when you held no reaction to his persistence, even stilled it there when he spat out a glob of spit onto the sandy dirt below.

And then he turned, walking back to the car with a flurry of emotions that visibly affected the way his legs moved.

Your expression was stern as you watched him regardless of the fact that he couldn’t see it, a weird feeling now residing in your chest from the previous actions. I mean, it was like a want. An insistence of Gustavo’s whereabouts.

Gustavo was a businessman. He was the owner of something so large that he couldn’t possibly be everywhere at once, or be the one to do things all the time, so it was more common for other people, like you or Victor, even Mike, to be the ones at exchanges. Especially if the outcome wasn’t something that heavily impacted the business.

Hell, you were just trying to collect new versions of equipment that had been busted from too much usage, this whole interaction had been strange from the get-go.

He had been late, wanted to speak to no one other than Gustavo, despite the fact that the needed task was just handing over the machines, so that you could give him the money in return.

Even with the amount of thoughts that were running through your mind, in the next moment, it seemed that by the time your attention had refocused the realisation of a problem came a bit too late.

The man, who you still didn’t know the name of, had arrived at the side of his car. But instead of moving to the back, where you were assuming was the equipment covered by that tarp, he had stilled at the window of the passenger seat.

You couldn’t exactly pull a machine through a window now could you?

Just as you had retrieved your gun from your belt, and was so close to properly gripping it in your hand, a shot rang through the vast area.

It snagged the weapon, narrowly missing your fingers in the process, and you immediately retracted your hand, watching in mild shock as it fell to the sand below.

Damnit. He’s trained.

Unlike what the rest of your body wanted to do in that moment, your legs sprang into action like your life depended on it. Because it in fact did this time.

You swerved, dodged and weaved as bullets began to pang off of walls and the empty shells of cars that were just left, clouds of dust beginning to gather in the air the further you went.

Situations like this weren’t exactly unusual. Contact with other business went sideways more than anyone would really like to admit, hence the need to carry weapons at all times.

The only difference now was that you were the direct target.

You rounded the corner of the closest part of the abandoned building, heart pounding in your chest, your ears, and chorusing with the bullets that continued to fire despite not even being in view anymore.

Your feet skidded to a stop, your eyes frantically searching through the area for some kind of hiding spot or at least something that would give you time to make a plan.

But just as you made a decision, that would’ve at least lead you to your next option if it went sideways, a shot echoed through the surrounding walls.

A sound uncontrollably escaped your throat. Your body jolted, knees eager to bend as you staggered forwards, a sense of determination bubbling in your system more than it ever had.

However, before you could have even prepared, something collided with the middle of your back with full intent.

It sent you tumbling forward. Your knees were the first to connect with the ground below until your hands followed, the sand beginning to roast the pads of your fingers.

But of course, due to the combination of your lack of ability to comprehend the situation, and an increasing pain somewhere in your side, you couldn’t keep yourself stabilised for long.

You fell on your stomach, the exhaustion from the heat finally creeping in the last moment that it needed to.

“Listen,” you croaked out after a cough, still trying to pull yourself towards your chosen hiding spot despite the inability to basically move, “You want-- You want Gustavo, right? Why not… You can’t get to him if you kill-- kill me.”

There was no point in bargaining. You knew that. You knew that this was pre-planned, and that it in fact was meant for Gus.

But they could easily settle on the next best thing if the intent was to impact him.

And you were right.

Each of your legs were grasped in either of his hands within the next second, and before you could grab the sand beneath you, even if your fingers would’ve immediately sunk through, he began pulling you towards him.

In the blink of an eye, your body got flipped over, your spine now slamming into the sand. An indescribable pain seared through your side, and despite the urge to arch your back as if it would get you away from the feeling, your eyes went wide. And you swung, arm aimed at the first body part that was close enough.

His gun fell to the side.

There was a yell of annoyance that bellowed from the man above, and when you tried to move a fist decided to meet with your face in a way that had your ears purely ringing.

It was almost like your brain was forgetting basic functions. You could barely remember how to move your eyes, or even breathe, for a terrifying few seconds.

You had previously thrashed in a way that made the man falter, almost losing his balance. It wasn’t until he was trying to push himself to stand that something managed to form in your head.

Your legs trapped his own despite their weakness and while the man battled with a pair of limbs, cursing in ways that you couldn’t imagine, your hand subtly moved to the side, gliding across the surface of the sand.

Until they met with metal.

The vision through your eyes was blurry from the previous attacks and now from the direction off the sun that beamed right on you. But somehow you still managed to find your aim.

The man twisted back round when he heard that familiar click and his eyes widened as much as they physically could, “No--”

The shot echoed more times that you could count, bouncing off of every possible surface, through the building and on the walls like a game of ping pong.

And then something slumped, falling to the side almost in slow motion until it collided with the ground.

You got him.

All at once the adrenaline rush slowed and the pain in your face, with a sort of burning sensation somewhere else in your upper body, intensified so much that you could barely move.

A shaky whine pushed through your lips as you began to pat around your torso, trying to find the large source of pain.

And then you got to your left side.

It seems that he got you first.

“Shit.” you seethed through gritted teeth and lowered your increasingly weak arm back down to let your hand gain access to a pocket. Your fingers dug through the fabric compartment, grabbed at a device before, unsteadily, pulling it out.

There was no way that you would be able to sit up so you did your best to lift the phone in front of your face, but even when it was flipped open, your vision shook with your heaving chest.

It felt like years had passed by the time you had managed to push a certain order of buttons in, and as soon as it began to ring, you let it drop, your arm smacking into the ground next to your side.

Finally, there was an answer.

The phone hadn’t landed that far away from your head, but it was enough so that when a voice crackled through the speaker, you couldn’t hear it over the sound of your heartbeat and the ragged breaths that rasped from your throat.

You coughed, “Hey, Mike. You, uh… You’re not busy, right?” Your voice was strained despite how hard you were trying to play off your injuries, but when you put pressure on the most important wound to limit the blood loss. It was a little hard to maintain.

“It’s not been a very nice tea party.”

The surrounding room would’ve been quiet if it wasn’t for the monotonous beeps from machines that sounded more hypnotic as time went on.

The lighting was dull, barely reflecting off of the walls, with no help from the world outside as by now it had apparently grown dark. Though, due to the ache that consumed almost every part of your head, it made you very grateful.

Your gaze was set on the window on the other side of the room, one used so that doctors could see their patients at any given time if they weren’t able to hear them first.

Gustavo had arrived, stood in the brighter hallway and talking to a doctor you were still getting use to interacting with yourself.

The expression on his face was a mixture of the one he held when interacting with the general public and this intensity that would be difficult for other people to notice upon first glance.

But not you.

After almost every sentence spoken by the doctor, the man had sent a glance your way. A look that could almost make you feel exactly how he did, regardless of the fact that it wasn’t fully readable.

And before there was even an attempt to try, you found yourself breaking the eye contact, sinking the back of your head further into your pillow as it seemed that your mind only now was capturing onto the fact that you were indeed awake.

From what you could hear from the muffled conversation going on outside, and what you had been previous told, the bullet had luckily missed major arteries or organs that would’ve cost everything if hit.

But even so, especially now that it had been removed, that didn’t mean it wasn’t still going to hurt like hell.

You had been issued pain medication at a time that couldn’t be remembered off the bat, but it seemed that it hadn’t met the 30 minute mark yet. Meaning that it wasn’t properly in your system.

By the time your eyes focused back through the window, Gustavo had a smile stiffly pressed onto his lips. The two of them were shaking hands, sharing words that you couldn’t quite catch, and then the doctor turned, resuming the work they were previously doing before he had arrived.

In that moment, the emotion held on Gustavo's face had disappeared by the next time your heavy eyelids had allowed themselves to blink. It was almost like he was in a trance for a good second, his eyes unfocused as they stared off down the hallway.

And then he snapped back.

This time when he faced the room, his attention never went to you. He simply opened the door, walked through and then closed it behind himself. A movement that engulfed the surrounding area in a quietness that even the machines couldn’t help.

He stood closer to the back wall than the edge of your bed. His body was still, stance almost like a soldier, as his gaze remained aimed at whatever was in front of him. You really wished you could read minds.

“Have the doctors updated you on your condition?”

Despite the small room, there was a lack of fullness to his voice. Like it was from somewhere in the distance even though he was right there.

“Yeah,” The grogginess from waking up not that long ago was still fresh in your system even with the activeness of your mind, so when you attempted to shuffle yourself to get a better view of Gustavo you had barely even moved. “Though I could’ve make an educated guess anyway.”

His response was a mere hum, still remaining in the same position as before. It was a thing that made your eyebrows twitch, unsure if he had even meant to make that sound in the first place.

“I would’ve had you put in a more private place, but... I was was told there wasn’t enough time.” That was when he moved for the first time since entering the room. His head lowered, eyes now cast down to his shoes like they were the most interesting thing in the room. “I know you don’t like hospitals.”

Your gaze moved upwards as you turned your head towards the ceiling, a huff of air passing through your lips, “Well, I already had the surgery... Just need to be patient now.”

“I wish there were better channels on these TVs though,” you then added, attempting to break the tension surrounding every corner in the room, but when you moved your head again, you found Gustavo starting to walk.

His steps were almost silent despite what his shoes were made of. He moved slow, precise even if his attention wasn’t on the floor anymore.

And soon Gustavo had arrived at the window that looked out onto the world below. You had no idea what floor you were on but it was most likely about halfway as the sound of cars could still be heard, though a bit muffled.

Somehow the more time he spent facing away from you, the more a nervousness began to ignite within your chest.

The way he was acting was something you had only seen when he was disappointed. Upset about how a situation had gone enough so that he needed time to compose himself before speaking.

So, even if most of your body couldn’t be bothered to move, you found a way to fidget.

You stared at the wall on the other side of your bed. A multitude of fresh thoughts and worries swarming your mind in a way that was almost suffocating, until they couldn’t be contained anymore.

You cleared your throat, finally finding your voice despite the utter dread of doing so. “I’m sorry.”

The sound of the heart monitor could literally be heard speeding up as your words fully settled through the air.

“Pardon?”

Your eyes may have still been aimed at the wall, but from the corner, you could see Gustavo twist away from the window. An action that didn’t at all help your nerves.

The next time you took a breath, you had almost gulped, “I realised what had been planned too late.”

“If that had happened anywhere else, I could’ve ruined the business... Lost progress.”

It was only when a new worry, the realisation of another action that had the possibility of many consequences, that you found the ability to actually look at Gustavo, “You got the machines, right?”

His brows were furrowed enough that the skin surrounding them was intensely crinkled, his eyes narrowed in a disbelief that you had never seen him display.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Y/n.” was all he managed for a moment, his voice going back to that lack of fullness that in turn had your eyebrows furrowing. “Did they tell you what happened? Everything?”

“You were injured during a job I set for you.” His eyes were wider now, the once clouded look within them forming into a sense of clarity though the disbelief still remained.

“And I could’ve ruined everything.” The emotions each of you felt were clashing, the brain working in the wonderous ways it always did as you both had very different viewpoints of the situation. The hard part was getting the other to understand why.

“There is a lot more important things than machines, Y/n.” Gustavo pointed out and took a few steps forward so that he was further from the window.

There was a sense of annoyance now travelling through your tired system, the irritation built up over the entire day officially starting to spark, “Which is exactly why I am trying to apologise.”

“For what? Not knowing that you were going be attacked?”

You shook your head, breaking the intense eye contact as your gaze went back to the ceiling.

Arguing was the last thing that you wanted to do right now. You were tired, weak, hungry, and now had an anger that was eager to erupt.

Two people at fault but both only thinking that one is.

After a few moments of being absorbed by those monotonous beeps again, a deep sigh could be heard. Even though you couldn’t see him anymore, it was clear that he had finally allowed his shoulders to lower. Deflate. “You got hurt.”

“Well, I think I know that, Gus.” you blurted out as your mouth seemed to be faster than your brain. Something that you immediately regretted. “Look...” You raised your head again, your hands subconsciously gliding to where your bandages grasped to your skin, “What happened... Happened.”

“It’s over... Okay-- It doesn’t matter anymore.”

It was a sentence meant to ease the situation. Words formed in a eagerness to get this whole thing over and done with, because you were quite frankly over it yourself, wanting nothing more than to fall into an incredibly deep sleep.

But all it did was make the lines of Gustavo’s face more prominent. The look across it formed into an expression that almost mimicked offense. “Doesn’t... Doesn’t matter-- Listen to yourself.”

“Why aren’t you taking this situation more seriously?”

“Well, did you get what you were after?” you questioned, trying to find at least some form of middle ground that you could then use to clear this whole thing up.

Gustavo scoffed, “I can’t believe you.” He turned himself around again, adopting the same stance from before as he stared through the window.

Your eyebrows were furrowed as much as they possibly could at this point, “Why? This isn’t the first time that something like this has happened, Gus-- Hell, it will happen again.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“It can’t.”

“What do you-- What do you mean it can’t, Gustavo?” you huffed out, the sound almost becoming gargled as you began to push yourself to sit up. But you were determined to ignore the pain pulsing in your side. A deep breath shook through your lips when you got upright.

You carefully began to shuffle yourself backwards, trying to lean more comfortably against the bed, and only made an attempt to speak when you had fully decided your positioning, “The more we progress, the more likely stuff like this is going to take place. You of all people should know that--”

“You almost died!”

It felt like time had stopped for a good minute.

The sound had rung longer than the sentence itself, but you couldn’t tell if it was just the way your mind attempted to process it, or if it was really that loud.

Gustavo had faced you once again, only this time there was this active rage that covered almost every visible inch of him in a way that heavily contrasted the usual stoicism.

It was barely seen, but it looked like his shoulders lowered and raised with every breath. Like he was heaving. Heaving with disbelief, anger... and fear?

“You almost... You.” he had attempted to repeat, but there was this lack of control. An inability to get himself together like he always managed to do any other day.

He took in a deep breath, one that shook more than yours had, and practically forced himself to stand straight, “That attack was meant for me.”

“Because I got... interrupted, I wasn’t there... and then you became the target.” He was trying to gather himself. Trying to make himself look how he usually did by straightening his spine, raising his chin and adopting an expression devoid of any emotion.

But despite trying to adjust the mask.

It was starting to crack.

“Gustavo.”

“I should have gone.” His voice was barely above a whisper now.

To the naked eye he was ridged, but there was this shakiness that could be seen the longer your eyes stayed on him, “I should be the one in that bed... not you.”

“You could’ve...”

One half of his nose slightly crinkled after a moment, in turn raising the left side of his top lip, and he visibly swallowed like the words he was going to speak had a horrid taste.

And then you spotted it.

It was difficult to properly see Gustavo’s eyes through the glasses as light sources reflected onto the lenses almost everywhere he looked, and at first you thought it was in fact just some reflected light.

But it would disappear when he blinked.

“Gustavo.” you spoke after a moment, practically forgetting what you sounded like at this point, and it seemed to snap the man out of his thoughts. “Close the blinds.”

At first he just furrowed his eyebrows. His dazed eyes finally moved from where they had zoned in to meet your own with a sudden confusion. And then they followed the finger pointed towards the window for the doctors.

The abrupt change in atmosphere had him just standing there for a moment, but then due to the crowdedness of his mind, it seemed that it just went on autopilot. He walked through the room, same pace and quietness as before, until he arrived at yet another window.

He cleared his throat, picked the left blind cord to take between two of his fingers and then pulled at it, taking one final look at the hallways outside before they were officially closed.

Now, the lighting of the room was increasingly lowered. You still had a slight source from the sky, but time had done what it did best. It barely brought anything to help maintain the light.

But that was the least of your concerns.

The moment those blinds had reached the ledge of the window, Gustavo's hands pressed onto either side of the surface, and he leant his weight into it in a way that seemed to take it off of his shoulders as they visibly slacked.

It was a movement that had you just staring for a good few seconds.

This was not the Gustavo that you knew. This man before you was not in control of his expressions, the way that he spoke, the way he stood. This was not a man who rose above and administered fear into anyone even if that wasn’t his intent.

This was just a man.

Just Gus.

You, very stiffly, began to try and shuffle yourself sideway across the bed. You didn’t care about the pain that pulsed through your torso, or how it felt like your arms were going to either bend or snap. You kept moving, and only stopped when it was clear to do so.

Pins and needles began to spread through your hand as you patted it down in the space you had created, turning your head more in his direction as you expected him to respond.

But he didn’t.

You stifled a sigh, “Come here, Gustavo.”

He needed a proper command. A verbal set of words that allowed him to comply to the urge you placed in his head. So, after trying to swallow the feelings that were appearing once again, he turned around.

Though this time when he fully faced you, instead of pausing like he needed to convince himself to actually walk, he moved the second his eyes lay on you.

His pace was slow like before, each step getting heavier than the previous one.

He understood.

He understood why you had been acting the way you did, wanted nothing more than to change the subject, and now why you had asked him to close the blinds.

It was to stop the outside from seeing in. Not let any other person bear witness to a moment just for the two of you.

Gustavo lowered himself to sit on the bed, his eyes not daring to leave your own in a way that properly allowed you to see behind the lenses of those glasses.

There was a line of water just peaking over the lower lid. His blinks may have subsided most of it, but it would always come back with the same amount. Sometimes even more.

“I shouldn’t have let you do the job alone.” Gustavo insisted, but it had you shake your head within seconds. “Hey,”

You took one of his hands between yours, trying to shift just a tad bit closer to him even if it hurt, “Gustavo, you need to understand that even if there was another person there, the same thing would’ve happened-- Another person would’ve been hurt instead of just me.”

“Someone would still get shot.”

That was when the eye contact had been broken.

He knew you were right. He knew that even if he had found out what had happened sooner, he wouldn’t have gotten there fast enough to do anything about it.

But there was a vast difference between understanding something and accepting it.

The expression on his face was so unusual to see, more so because it genuinely conveyed his feelings. You could see it in his eyes, the way his lips were starting to press together. Utter guilt despite the continuous insistence that it wasn’t his fault.

The action of removing your hands from his had him out of his thoughts again, though it wasn’t until he blinked that he felt where they had gone.

Each of your palms were placed on either side of his face, the centre firm against his set jaw.

The thumbs of your hands resided above the rest of your fingers, lightly gliding across the textured skin of Gustavo’s cheeks in a way that had him instinctively closing his eyes.

The weight of his head in your hold grew and it looked as if the tension in his muscled finally let him relax, even if it was just for a moment. You wanted him to stay like that forever.

“I’m glad you weren’t there, Gustavo.”

And just like that, the sentence had practically undone the moment of peace. But even when he went to lean back, he made sure that it was a distance that would keep your hands on his face.

The edges of his eyebrows were crinkled again, a mixture of concern and confusion purely visible, “How?”

The way he asked had a smile begging to curl at your lips. Though, due to the muscles of your face being too tired at this point and the fact that this definitely wasn’t the time to do so, you ignored it. “If it was you that got attacked instead of me, they wouldn’t have stopped until there was nothing left.”

Your grasp on his face became a tad more firm. Your eyes began to travel, thinking about the fact that you had never seen him so close for this amount of time before. “A shot in the side means nothing to me.”

“Y/n, how can you possibly say that?” The concern spread further than it had done before, now beginning to form into that same disbelief like it had earlier.

You slightly lowered your chin after a minute, making sure that your eyeline was directly connected to his. And then you just shrugged, a wave of emotions flooding your system at a sudden sense of safety that you had yearned to feel all day, “Because,”

“I would rather die, knowing that you were somewhere safe... alive. Than breathe in a world where you aren’t doing the same.”

It felt like it was going to be another one of those moments. The two of you just going to stare into each others eyes, equally lost. No words available that could even scratch the surface of what either of you felt.

Though it seemed that Gustavo’s ability to maintain a calm exterior faltered. He began to crumble.

His his eyebrows pinched together suddenly, his bottom lip slowly pushing upwards until it shook, and then he lowered his head out of your grasp, a wavering breath huffing out of his mouth.

He tried to speak. Tried to express something that ultimately would be left unknown as he just gave up. Understanding that it wouldn’t be able to come out the way that he wanted it to.

So, he just... sort of slumped. His head dipped a little more, his hand reaching up to grab the glasses that were close to falling.

He was overtaken. Emotions active more than he had let it in so long. Gustavo tried to wipe them away, tried to rid his eyes of the water that practically felt like a river pushing to flood.

But the dam had already been broken.

He just sat there, hands now pressed to face in an attempt to block the tears from going anywhere, even if they had already began to trail between his fingers.

You took the glasses that were almost crumpled in his grasp before folding the legs, and then slowly placed them on the bedside table while trying to ignore the pain that pulsed in your side from the stretch.

You subtly gritted your teeth, willing to forget about any feeling that was trying to present itself as you wanted to focus on Gustavo. You needed to.

So, you reached out, waiting for your hand to cup the back of his head before slowly beginning to guide it forward in a way that ultimately made the rest of his body follow.

And soon, he was laid across your chest, careful to avoid your injury.

The side of his head had managed to make his ear press right over where your heart was. Something that seemed to trigger Gustavo the moment he registered both the feeling and the sound.

Because, for the first time since he had entered the room or laid eyes on you through the window that had now been closed. He had actual confirmation that wasn’t just words from a doctor.

You were not some sick hallucination that was playing his mind, or a lie that he was trying to convince himself of in an attempt to avoid a painful truth and make him feel better. No. You were real.

You were alive.

The next breath that Gustavo took was cut quite abruptly like another had just pushed itself out. It was a sound that caught you off guard, one that you didn’t initially know how to respond to as you thought you were just hearing things.

But then it happened again... and then again. A sound that almost made it seem like he had forgotten how to breathe.

And then you heard what it was trying to cover, something else breaking through the harsh huffs of air.

He was crying.

Properly crying.

Gustavo removed one of the hands from his face and reached it under your arm so that he could grab the back of your shoulder, his fingers grasping onto the fabric the moment they made contact.

It had your arms wrapping around his body within seconds, especially when it had begun to rack with almost guttural like sounds.

His head was fully pressed into your chest now, each of his hands holding onto an arm or a shoulder tightly with such desperation as if you were going to disappear if he let go.

So, you didn’t dare move. You just held him there, unable to escape another pain as you had to simply lay in that bed, holding something that was releasing such raw cries.

Gustavo couldn’t even recognise the sounds himself. The way his body responded, the tears falling freely from his eyes, the harshness that the sobs were rushing out of his lungs. It was unfamiliar. A foreign feeling that swirled through everything else.

Truthfully, he could remember the last time he cried in such a way. He could remember when his feelings were shoved out of him regardless of his wants.

But he couldn’t think of any time when he had allowed himself to do it on his own.

Until now.

~~~

The next few days were filled with pretty much the same routine.

Your injuries would get checked, treated again if the doctors saw fit, and you had to do everything in your power to keep yourself entertained as the channels still weren’t giving you much.

And then, when it would get dark, Gustavo appeared.

He would bring this homemade soup almost every night that had your stomach growling before he had even arrived. It was also a decent sized cup, meaning that if you didn’t finish it, the hospital could store it and reheat it for lunch the next day.

Maybe after a while, others would think that having soup for more than a week would get old at some point... But no. In fact there was different ingredients used in every batch. The change could be miniscule but it was still effective.

The rest of the routine got old fast though. The days started merging, and it soon made you become unsure of when the next started or ended, as it seemed like you had forgotten how to sleep at normal times due to your exhausted system.

But then the time finally came.

The discharge from hospital.

Obviously there was still a whole lot of resting, healing and overall taking everything slow coming your way, which was a hundred percent going to prove to be a challenge. However, with the way that Gustavo appeared right by your side, even if it was just a facial expression that proved you were having difficulty, it gave you enough assurance. Comfort.

There was no word to accurately express your feelings the moment the car had pulled to a stop in the driveway. Your driveway.

What you saw out the window wasn’t a picture you had tried to think up multiple times in your head. It was just right in front of you. A house that seemed larger than you had remembered.

It almost startled you when the car door suddenly got pulled open, but after a blink you registered his figure, spotted the hands that were out and ready to aid you.

The process of shimmying your way off of the car seat was a bit of a hassle, however, your legs eventually hung out of the car, feet finally meeting with solid ground once again.

Soon, you had actually arrived inside the house.

Gustavo was to your right, stood carefully, in a way that would completely cross out any possibility of further injuring the other side of your body, as he guided you through those familiar halls which almost gave you a feeling of nostalgia. Even if it wasn’t that long ago that you walked within them.

A new wave of tiredness hit you after about a step into the living room you had yearned to see.

Everything looked the same, furniture and even the objects of décor still placed so intricately as if the room hadn’t been lived in or touched.

It smelled the same too.

“Were you cooking this morning?” you questioned, voice a bit more groggy than before, as a sort of smoky scent presented itself to your nostrils. Gustavo hummed, carefully pulling at your shoulder to direct you around the rectangular coffee table.

“You know I can walk by myself, right?” you pointed out, trying to turn your head to get a look at his face but he had moved behind you when the two of you got between the edge of the table and an armchair at the same time.

“Of course.” was all Gustavo said, still holding onto you regardless. And finally, you had reached the couch of your dreams.

Even though you had been laying around all day every day for weeks on end, the relief that filled your system over not having to walk anymore almost had your knees buckling.

“Okay,” Gustavo spoke just above a whisper, lightly turning you so that you faced the TV, “Slowly.”

A deep breath sifted in and out of your lungs. Your grip on his arm tightened and after looking in his eyes for a good few seconds, you began to lower yourself in the speed he insisted on. “There you go.”

“You’re doing just fine.”

Your nose was scrunched, along with your eyes, the further you bent as the movement slightly began to fold more and more of your body. You lost count of how many times you tried to stifle a hiss from the sharp pains that kept coming.

But even when officially sat down on the soft couch, the discomfort unfortunately remained.

You slowly leaned backwards, allowing your injured side to stretch out in a way that was fully comfortable, until your back pressed into the pillows. There was a sigh of relief that huffed out of your mouth all at once and it had the tiniest smile curling at Gustavo’s lips.

“Better?” he questioned and despite your urge to close your eyes, you just looked at him. “Better. Thank you,” you confirmed, reaching out to grab one of his hands.

But before your own could meet his, it had suddenly lowered with the rest of his body. Your eyebrows furrowed as you watched him get onto his knees, even pushing the coffee table away so that he had more space.

And then his hands landed on your shoes, “Oh, Gustavo, you don’t--”

“Relax.”

He lifted one foot at a time, placing the bottom of your shoe on his thigh so that he could properly attack the laces. And soon, both pairs were off of your feet, now held in a singular hand.

“You didn’t have to do that.” Your voice was more hushed this time, timid, as you looked down at the man who now was just looking right back at you. And then he smiled. Such a simple, but full, smile that fit his face perfectly.

Gustavo then pressed his free hand onto the floor, moved himself back a little, and then let out a slight grunt as pushed himself up to his feet.

When he had done so you had thought he was just go, leave to bring the shoes to the area you usually kept them, so you had started to shuffle your self further into the couch.

But the next thing you knew, one of your hands was brough in a gentle grasp. The step that Gustavo had taken was to get closer to the couch, and you.

He sort of hunched forward after a moment, bringing your intertwined hands his way. And then, when it was at a perfect distance, he turned them until the back of your palm faced him.

He brought his lips to your warm skin, the soft but mildly jagged skin pressing down for a good few seconds as the breath through his nostrils slightly tickled you. And then he lifted his head a little.

Gustavo met your eyes with such a wide smile that it had almost bared his teeth.

“I did.”

And after a quick squeeze to your hand, that was that. He let go.

Gustavo adjusted the grip he had on the shoes in his other hand and simply turned, retracing his steps around the coffee table before disappearing into the hallway.

Your hand was still hung in the air. Stuck same position it had been when with Gustavo’s... and then you left it fall to your chest, landing right on top of your heart that was beating so fast that you could immediately feel it.

The smile on your face was one that felt impossibly to get off.

There was a long journey still to go, and a lot of pain to follow, but there was almost no worry when you thought about it. Because, like you had convinced to convince Gustavo of earlier, you made it.

You made it back home.

#gustavo fring x reader #breaking bad x reader #better call saul x reader #gustavo fring #gender neutral reader #gus fring x reader

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m0rbidmacabre · 5 months

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One night with Mary Goore

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Summary: You go to a death metal show and meet Mary Goore, you soon find out how much you want each other. Notes: One night With Mary Goore - This series has started due to feeling creatively sapped with my other fics - wanted to get my hands "Dirty?!" is that the word? haha! Enjoy.

WARNINGS: Smut, One Night Stands, Sexy Times, Fucking, Bathroom Sex, Exhibitionism

One Night With: Mary Goore

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You were about done getting ready to head out to a local gig. You had picked out a little black velvet dress, your hair tumbled down your shoulders like waves in the ocean, your eyes covered in deep black eyeshadow, and your bright lipstick burned into your skin like shimmering rose petals. You looked good, like a vision of death herself. You had been looking forward to the show tonight, it wasn’t often that the local venue had Death Metal bands playing in your hometown, and you were looking forward to letting your hair down and enjoying your favourite genre of music, even if you hadn’t heard of any of the bands on the line up, you knew you would have fun.

You grabbed your bag, slinging it over your shoulder and called for a cab. It was not long until you were at the venue, tonight was one of those nights where the venue was packed full, the only ladies in sight seem to be the ones with their partners. You though, you were ballsy, headstrong and it didn’t bother you if some gent came up to you unrequested, you knew how to get him to leave you alone. You did this often, and you never felt like you needed company to enjoy a show. You were here to enjoy the music and unwind, and that is about it.

You headed to the bar and got yourself a drink, “Vodka and Coke, please”. The bartender just looked at you, smiled and nodded his approval. you go to this venue a lot and by now you were coming up to speaking terms with the bar staff. It was always the same dude, and you were sure he knew your order off by heart by now, but you still asked politely as you always did. While you were waiting for him to return with your drink you stood watching him as he made it up, counting out the cash you would need to pay him when you were rudely interrupted “Hey Hey Hey, Can I get a beer? We have got to go on stage soon” You glance to your left and meet the gaze of the man stood next you. He looks at you with a ridiculous smirk on his face, you look him up and down. He was heavily covered in stage make up, pale as night with bright red fake blood dripping down his face, His raven black hair covering up most of his face and his t-shirt torn but fitted and his jeans just as ripped up. “He’s just grabbing me a drink; He won’t be a minute” you say to him with a polite smile, trying give the bar man a little space. “Oh, is he… isn’t he lucky” He smiled at you. “ALSO, get this lady another one of what she ordered too, stick it on my tab with the beer.” He cheekily winked at you. You could not help but smile at how forward he was, you almost had to hold back from laughing at him. you took your drinks from the bar man, nodding thanks to both, and found yourself a decent spot for the show.

You stood by yourself enjoying the support act for the night, they were another heavy death metal band that you did not quite catch the name of. They were heavy, and you liked how much energy they were giving off. It was not long until you noticed the guy from the bar was walking around, almost strutting with confidence oozing from him and talking to a few people who were dotted around the venue, he was making his way around the room greeting people and handing out flyers. You stood watching him, averting your gaze from the band currently giving it their all on stage. He was hot you thought to yourself, and clearly very sure of who he was. He moved on to talk to another person who was closer to you, they began talking and you could just see him over the man’s shoulder, they both stood laughing, and his face lit up when he handed the man a flyer. you kept watching with intrigue when suddenly, he spotted you looking at him and that cheeky devilish smile appeared back on his face. He finished talking to the man he was currently having a conversation with, glancing at you in-between talking, like he wanted to see if you were still checking him out and since he had now noticed where you were standing, he made his move towards you.

“Hey beautiful, you come here often?” He smiled.

You laugh out a response at the weak chat up line. “I do… But I have never seen you here before.”

“I am Mary… My bands Repugnant, we are headlining tonight’s show.” He said puffing out his chest to make himself look good. “You look good by the way, very pretty” he smiled with his eyebrows raised and your cheeks flushed red, before you knew it you were both talking about your favourite subject, music. You were both laughing at your similar tastes and how much going to these shows meant a lot to you both because you both loved the death metal scene you were both drawn to. You both stood talking for a while until Mary noticed one of his band mates gesturing to him to come over.

“I have got to go; we go on soon but are you going to be hanging around after the show? I will buy you another drink” He smiles at you with another devilish grin that leaves you wondering what was going through his mind.

“It depends on how good you are on stage… I guess.” you smile back, laughing at your own sarcasm.

“I guess, I’ll see you after my set then…” He laughs, cocky as well as headstrong. It looked good on him.

The band on stage finishes and you see the techs setting up the stage during turn around, you don’t see Mary again until his bands intro begins to play. You can feel butterflies flying around your stomach at a million miles an hour, you were intrigued to see him on stage. After all he had made his band sound awesome, He was hot as fuck too… Why wouldn’t you be?

The stage went black as the introduction played out, you could hear the rustle of the crowed as the energy began to build in the room and then suddenly, the band members appeared on stage bathed in red light. All you could hear was the sound of people cheering around you as Mary took the lead. The sound was powerful, captivating, drawing the audience in and wrapping them up in the band’s performance, Mary began letting out screams that could have summoned Satan himself. You liked their strong presence on stage, they did not stand back in the dark. Even though the lighting was dark and dull you could feel the energy ripping through your body as they played and Mary, well Mary looked like he could have been an angel in the body of the devil himself and he more than intrigued you at this point. The lights flash, the drums and guitar pounding to the beat and Mary’s voice echoed through the venue. You could feel your core getting wet as you watched him taking command of the stage, he was good at what he did, he had every right to be that cocky shit he seemed to be when you talked.

You stood at the back your gaze firmly on him, and then he let out a deafening scream... His gaze shifted upwards from his guitar, looking for yours finding you instantly as he let the scream rip through him. Again, showing you his cocky side. You bite your lip, hardly able to control his intense stare and his screams at the same time. He was making you melt, and he could see it. How could he miss it?

They played their hour-long set, and You enjoyed every moment of it, but your underwear did not enjoy it as much as you did. You were wet, you could feel the wetness forming in your panties. The excitement from the show was clear, and you knew that he could tell how excited he made you. It was written across his cocky face as he looked at you with purpose. He wanted you, and he could tell you wanted him too.

After they had finished playing you made your way to the bar and ordered another drink, you stood waiting, thinking if hanging around is the right choice. As you stood nursing your drink, you lost track of everything around you and stood in your own thoughts, but you were quickly pulled from that when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turn around to see a sweaty Mary looking at you with a smile on his face. His face paints now smeared all over his face, He looked even hotter the messier he got.

“I told you you wouldn’t leave…” he laughed. You smiled at him, nudging him. “You're so cocky Mary…” you laugh back at him.

“But you like that about me, don’t you? He grinned and without pausing he continued “Why don’t we get out of here? I have a few hours before I need to be back for the bus... We are playing some other city tomorrow.”

You look at him trying to figure him out and decided to throw caution to the wind, what did you have to lose? Nothing. It was not often you were adventurous; it was not often you let your hair down.

“Okay” you looked at him and smiled. You finished your drink and you and Mary head for the venue door. “I know a little bar around the corner we could hangout in. it’s quiet, and the jukebox is impressive.” You say to him with a smile.

As you both head out the venue door, Mary grabs your arm and pulls it into his tucking it under his arm. “So, this bar… You say its quiet, how quiet?” he askes curiously, you smile back at him wondering what he was he was planning for you both. “It’s normally pretty dead, I’m sure we could most likely grab a booth in the corner” you say to him with a little smug smile. “Great, I want you all to myself” He responds. Just him saying that sends a shock of warmth through your core. You can’t tell if he’s teasing or if he’s being truthful, your mind wonders too what you could both get up to in the next few hours alone with each other.

Arriving at the bar Mary opens the door for you, watching you intently as you smile at him as you enter the bar area. It was just as you thought, it was quiet, just a few people around. “You go grab us a booth, I’ll get us drinks. Make sure we are alone! I don’t want us to be disturbed” Mary says to you with an evil grin. You sit down in the corner booth; nobody can see you both from here and you were pretty sure that nobody would bother you. It wasn’t long until Mary appeared with drinks for you both and he slid into the booth next you and without even a thought he placed his hand on your knee. You both sat discussing the tour his band are currently on, and Mary was telling you how well it was going and that he felt like a big change was coming, like something might finally be happening for them. You smile sweetly at him, you could tell he was proud of his music, you could tell it was his passion as he told you all about it. His face glowed when he spoke about his music, and it was electric. It wasn’t long until his attention was fully turned to you, and the hand on your lap was moving closer and closer to your core. You didn’t stop him; you just went with the flow. It felt good to feel his hands on you, to feel the heat from his hands, and he looked at you with purpose every time your eyes locked. Like he was going to take you and make you his, and you would happily oblige him.

You move your leg onto his lap, and you move in closer to him, he was radiating warmth and you felt yearning for him. He felt like a warm blanket that you just wanted to wrap around you. You give him a sultry look, looking at him to close the gap between you both. He cupped your face with his free hand, leaning in to kiss you but he didn’t… he stopped right before your lips met and he just held you there... you could feel the tension building between you both as you could both feel the warm breath of the other on each other’s lips. “You’re so pretty, such a pretty girl” he whispered to you as he held your face to his... your eyes both never leaving the other. He broke the gaze with a lick, licking your soft lips instead of kissing them. All you could do was bite your lip back at him, the teasing was becoming too much for you, your flushed cheeks said it all.

“Mm... You taste good…” he whispers to you.

“Mary, stop teasing…” you smile at him.

“Tell me what you want then pretty girl?” he replied.

“You, Mary.” your confession echoing in your ears.

He closes the gap, kissing you hard and sliding his tongue into your mouth... just enough to let you taste him as your tongues intensely dance with each other. His hand moves to the back of your head, and you move your head back allowing him to kiss you deeper, harder. He pulls your hair, letting you know that you’re his tonight. It wasn’t long until that hand on your lap decides to wander closer to your core, his hands reaching your panties and he can feel your heat growing “You’re so wet for me already… Naughty girl” He hums in your ear but by this point all you wanted to do was be on top of him, under him or anyway else he wanted you. He begins to rub circles through your panties, your core instance wanting his. You kiss him harder as you use your foot on his lap to rub circles on his crotch through his jeans, he was hard, ready, primed for you and you could feel him growing harder the longer you both sat teasing one another.

“Fuck, you’re driving me insane… What am I supposed to do with this” he laughs at you, his gaze looking down at his pants. His hard cock fully formed and pressing hard against his tight jeans.

You just smile at him. “Follow me” you whisper to him cheekily. You got to your feet and adjusted your dress and walked firmly across the bar to where the bathrooms were. Mary could see where you were heading and followed you slowly behind with a look of wanting written across his face... like a pray animal stalking its victim.

You enter the bathroom and stood by the sinks looking into the mirror as Mary walked in behind you. You hear the click of the door, As Mary found the lock. He stood at the door, just watching you in the mirror. Your breathing heightened from the excitement; your gazes met through the mirror on the wall. It only took him two steps to reach you, he stood behind you while you still faced the mirror. He pushed your hair out of the way and buried himself into your neck, Kissing, biting… a moan slips from your lips, and you can tell this is going to heat up quickly, that this was going to be instance and you expected nothing less from him. He lifts your dress while his face is still buried into your neck, he slaps your ass and gives it hard squeeze, pushing you against the sink you stood in front of just so he can squeeze that bit harder. His name slips from your breathless lips, and he stops and looks at you in the mirror.

“Do you want me pretty girl? Do you want me to fuck you? You’ve made me so hard that I can promise you it will be rough. Tell me you want me?” he whispered into your ear, still biting, and nipping you as he hushed out words to you.

“Mary…. I want you Mary… please”.

That was all he needed to hear, and his hand reached around in front of you, pulling up your dress to reveal your panties, he slapped your ass again...

“Take them off…” he grunted at you.

You slowly pull down your panties, and Mary huffed, too impatient to wait and began to help you pull them down. You step out of them and return to looking in the mirror at him, he looks at you and grins and you smile back at him, your sultry eyes piercing into him.

He reaches around the front of you, finding your mound... using his two middle fingers to open you up for him “You’re so wet, So wet for me. Urgh, you’re so fucking hot… How am I supposed to leave you after this?” he whispers in your ear as he begins to circle your clit using his thumb. You moan at how responsive his fingers are, pushing yourself back into him, feeling his hard cock through his jeans on your rear... rubbing yourself onto him as he circles your clit, adding pressure, just enough for you to feel your slick becoming all too much. You stop and turn yourself around to face him, you needed him desperately and without a second thought your hands were on the button of his jeans... pulling them open as you both fall into a deep kiss. His cock sprang free, and Mary moaned against your lips at his newfound freedom. You reach between you both, finding his cock and begin to play with him... breaking your kiss to lick your hand, you put your hands around him and begin to play with him. His lips return to yours as he moans through as you begin to find a pace that keeps him on the edge of wanting you.

“Urghhh… turn around, turn around I want to fuck you” he moaned into your mouth. You turn around again, watching him in the mirror as he kisses into your neck. “Bend over pretty girl… I’m going to fuck you so hard” he instructs you. You lean onto the sink, pushing your butt into him, feeling his hard cock pushing against you. You watch him as he begins to line himself up to you, and within what felt like an eternity, he pushed into you… your eyes rolling back into your head as he stretches you out, your back arching as you finally feel the fullness of his cock inside you. “Fuck… you’re so tight, you feel so good...” He whispers to you. He begins to move, thrusting with purpose, thrusting hard… making you moan and cry out his name as his cock hits your sweet spot. All that can be heard in the bathroom is the echoing slaps as he pounds himself into you. He gathers up your hair, and pulls it, pulling your head up to meet his gaze in the mirror “Watch me, you slut... watch me fuck you”. Your eyes meet his, watching him move with purpose as he bites his lip, chasing his own orgasm. “Spread your legs, wider, play with yourself” he instructs you one more. You move your hand to your core, finding your clit and you thumb circles into yourself, getting rougher and rougher as your orgasm builds, matching Mary’s pace.

“Mary… Mary... I’m going to cum” you echo out to him. “No, No, you wait for me little slut…” He continues to move, hard and fast... and then he stops. Dropping your hair and pulling out of you, you moan at the loss of him, he turns you around to face him and kisses you deep as he picks you up, placing you onto the sink. “Spread your legs baby, wide” you oblige, not wanting to waste time, not wanting to lose the chase you were building, and he pushes back into you... your body shuddering against his as you feel him enter you deep... you could feel the heat radiating off him as your bodies press together and he begins to drill into you again... “I’m close baby, so close” he whispers into your ear. You run your hands through his hair as you hold onto him, every nerve ending in your body was reacting to him. Your orgasm so close that you didn’t think it was possible to stop yourself from letting go any more “Mary, Mary… I’m going to cum, please, can I? I don’t think I can… wait any longer Mary” you whisper to him. He looks at you, with a devilish grin, his eyes saying everything you needed him to say... He pounds faster, hitting your sweet spot over and over as your orgasm builds and you feel your whole-body shudder and as your core tightens against him as you let go... “Fuck… baby... urghhh” He whispers at you as your orgasm races through you, milking him for everything he has. You feel him stiffen against you, his body letting go, spilling himself into you as he collapses against you. You both stand there for a while, catching your breath as you can feel him coming down from his orgasm. You both saw stars, it was intense. He lifts his head up, peeling himself off your shoulder and he looks at you with a smile. “Fuck, you’re so hot” he says to you slapping your thigh, you run his hands through your hair and give him a kiss on the forehead. He pulls out of you, and you moan at the loss between your legs as you feel him spilling out of you and your eyes meet again. Another dirty smile from him. He walks into the stall and cleans himself up, putting his cock back into his ripped jeans... he retrieves wipes for you… “Open your legs for me baby…” he says to you and cleans you up, picking up your panties from the floor and returning them around you.

“Let’s go…” He looks at you. “I don’t have long until I need to be back at the bus” You look at him with a little sad smile, and he leans into hug you as you put his hair back into place. He picks you up off the side and returns you to your standing position as you pull your dress back into its place. You leave the bathroom first and return to your booth. Mary follows, stopping by the bar to get you both drinks and slides back into the booth next to you. You rest your head onto his shoulder as you both drink still catching your breath from your bathroom escapades. Mary pulls his phone from his pocket, 3 missed calls. You watch him as he texts, placing your hand on his lap as he replies to his missed messages. He throws the phone on the table with a smile and kisses you on the forehead as you both sit together in the company of the other. No words needed, just sharing the afterglow of your time together. “Look, I need to go...” He says to you, you look at him and smile... “Can I see you again?” he asks. You sit up and take his phone from the table and put in your number. “Text me later” you say to him as you hand him back his phone. He smiles at you and puts his phone back into his pocket. He leans in and gives you a deep kiss, one that was meant to cause wanting, a want that successfully achieved its purpose sending your stomach to fill you with butterflies at his touch. Breaking the kiss “I’ll text you later then” He smiled pulling himself to his feet, and taking one more look at you before walking off into the night…

#ghost fandom #ghost #ghost fanfiction #ghost bc #the band ghost #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #mary goore #band ghost #smutty fanfiction #smutty smut smut #mary goore x reader #repugnant

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aita-blorbos · 2 months

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Am I the asshole for thinking a terrorist is cute?

OKAY SO HEAR. ME. OUT.

Basically there's this terrorist group (they're not officially recognized as terrorists, more like a private military company or whatever but, y'know, same thing) and there's this one guy there who fucking hates me but also he wants to kiss me SOOOOO MUCH. I'll call him E and like, yeah he's a threat to society or whatever but he's also like a sad wet rabbit that I'd find in a cardboard box during the rain. He's legit so pathetic and it's kinda endearing. I beat his ass on a weekly basis by now and I've been thinking maybe he's into me, and a few fights back I thought I was done for bc I wasn't fighting with all I had probably bc I underestimated how well E can fight due to how pathetic (complimentary) he is, and at one point he could have for sure just killed me but he didn't. I saw he got his blades ready (not like, a sword, no, that'd be one of his coworkers, E instead just has like, chainsaws on his feet or sumthn) but he didn't kill me.

So that was when I was sure that "oh this man desires me carnally huh" and so I changed a bit. On a later fight I got a bit too ballsy and started to just flirt with him and get closer, talking about how I noticed he let me live, how I wanted to make him whimper and kick him and crush him under my feet. Y'know, normal things like that. I ended up slamming my feet against the wall E was leaning into (the wall cracked and my feet hurt like hell but, hey, I couldn't mess up my act) and told him that he was cute, and ig that was the breaking point because he blue screened (literally cuz he's a cyborg kinda). Was actually worried I might've killed him for a sec there, genuinely. But yeah in the end he just kinda fainted I think. And his coworker (THIS is the one with the sword) was apparently watching the whole time bc the dude fell from a building and was laughing his ass off, and tbh I don't blame him, it was pretty funny.

So later on I ended up talking to one of my friends abt this and they seemed pretty off put by it and yeah thinking abt it, it does sound kinda fucked up of me. But hey, for a while now he's been fighting me in civilian-free areas so no innocents are getting injured. Maaaybe a few cops here and there died bc of him but tbh the average cop probably killed more innocent civilians this past week than he did in the past two months so, eh, who cares.

So anyway, am I the asshole?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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carigm · 3 months

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We need to wrap up the Mike lip reading discourse by today. Individuals are becoming hostile because we’re not all sold on one interpretation, or because others don’t fully trust AI to read a blurry ass video.

If he’s saying that, fine.

If he’s not, we’ll know soon enough.

The AI dialogue is corny af, let’s not lie now tho.

The Duffers have a history of being corny so it wouldn’t surprise me, but let’s not act like that shit isn’t meme worthy. Just like his love monologue.

Maybe they just have issues writing mlvn scenes lol

I’m not holding my breath for anything, at the end of the day the Duffers are two (presumably) straight dudes so no one will be surprised if mlvn is endgame. Certainly not the ga audience, since that’s what they already expect.

Byler has always been a proposed plot twist/ subversion of a trope.

If the Duffers aren’t ballsy enough to do it, well that on them.

And for the people that are trying to be condescending to Bylers, we are aware of what’s going on and how disappointing these shows can be. It’s nothing new. If theorizing makes anyone lurking in the tag mad,

You can just leave the local village! 😁

#byler

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ideasarestuckinmyhead · 8 months

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Just a little idea but what about some headcanons of the listener protecting the yv boys?? :3

Protector

Boo:

Pulled a knife on a guy for trying to get ballsy with Al at the bar once.

Al has to get between the guy and Boo bc they were ready to shank him.

Boo wasn't allowed in the bar for a week before they had a conversation with the owner (is it Seth's dad? I forgot-)

We all know about the guy and shooting Derek bc who wouldn't do it?

Scout:

Almost strangled a guy bc they were trying to hit Seth while he was down.

They hopped on his back and head locked him, they were telling him how they were going to kill him for thinking he could hurt Seth.

Seth had to grab Scout. They may be smaller that that guy but shit they're lethal when needed.

Has threatened a customer with a wrench when they tried to get in Seth's face.

Casper:

When younger def pulled knives on bullies, that's how Charlie stopped being put in lockers (lil hc)

Casper I feel like is good at hand to hand, can and will break your nose.

One time they went with Charlie for a delivery and the guy tried to intimidate him bc the guy didnt have enough money.

But Casper slammed their hand with their knife in the door and said pay up.

Rook:

Lil scenario that a enemy of Auron got into the penthouse and was fighting Auron and Rook took a vase and smashed the dudes head.

They then took a piece of the vase and kept stabbing the dude. Auron had to calm them down as they held him tightly.

Has also pointed a gun at someone for threatening to take Auron away from them (HC bc why not?)

Angel:

Punched a priest when he tried to banish Lucien away, the holy water he used burnt him.

They were able to talk their way through everything and told them the priest was crazy for barging into their house.

I feel like a witch probably tried to "help"

them get ride of Lucien, but Angel didnt want that and fought the witch.

Star:

Slammed a fan on the ground for yanking Faust to them, they almost dislocated the fans shoulder while doing so.

Since they had a stalker Star took defense classes. Star also is able to use anything as a weapon (bc why not? Let the listeners be lethal I say)

Got into a other streamers face since they insulted Faust and he snapped back. Dared them to try and touch him to see what would happen. The streamer got knocked out bc they hit Star.

#yuurivoice #red writes

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Knubbler hcs (Fluff alphabet edition)

Ik I just posted a fluff list to do with CRP characters last post but I also wanna do it with Knubbler because this fucker has been on my mine for WEEKS and I gotta feed my fellow dick enjoyers

Obvious heads up on heavy hc stuff since we don't have much on this dude RAAAAAAAH + still developing my hcs

Long since its A-Z, not proof read and I wrote this in one sitting I need to be put down

Attraction-

Torn between wanting to say he has high standards but I'm a dickface shipper sooo (/lh)

I can't explain it but I feel like he'd be into the feistier people; more dominant and outspoken, that sort of thing, ballsy. Also balancing with being chill so it's not just. Constant energy

Balance, you know

Appearance wise? I'm stumped tbh so maybe I'll revisit this later some day

Bonding-

While he enjoys dragging you around and spoiling you (getting into that for D + G), he does enjoy time spent at home with you! Knubblers always been the type of person to sit by a fire reading a book with a glass of wine; in a robe of course

At least he does to me

Calm stuff like that is a must

Oh how I crave domestic life hcs with this man

Cuddling-

I don't have PDA on this list so imma let it be said, this man loves affection, giving and receiving. Absolutely adores being all over you at all times and not at all afraid to show you off

Going to the actual prompt he doesnt care if you're larger or smaller than him, if you sprawl yourself over his chest he will melt!!!! Hold each other!!!

Dates-

This man is going to pour so much money into these dates

Could just be because we saw him take Abigail out to dinner but my brain defaults to restuarant dates, but otherwise I feel he's also a museum enjoyer (historical, art, ect)

Emotion-

Of course since this for reader insert stuff I can't exactly say who's more emotional so we're relying on Knubbler

I feel like. He's moderate, based on his interactions with Dethklok

He's patient by a considerable amount but has his limits

Absolutely pours his heart and guts out to you when hes drunk, though, not that he doesnt already shower you with compliments and affirmations

Wanna put him at a 6.5/10 when sober, and solid 8/10 when drunk

Family-

He doesn't strike me as the type to want kids, honestly, not that he has anything against them though, it's simply not what he wants

I saw someone hc a while back that he would have a bunch of siblings and I'm HARD agreeing on that + adding my own thing that hes an uncle

Need to write a silly fic where he's assigned as babysitter for a day (I desperately need more solo/knubbler centered stuff)

Gift Giving-

Nearly every week or so he will buy you something from flowers to jewelry to stuffed animals to fancy chocolates to really anything

If you so much as mention vaguely wanting something hes pulling out his wallet

This dude is likely loaded (based on working for Dethklok and being successful prior judging by the newspapers at the end of episode 2) so he's not afraid to drop some cash for you

As for receiving gifts he doesn't hold you to the same standard regardless of your income but he would be thrilled with anything you give him, I feel like hes a jewelry guy but maybe that's just because I like drawing him with rings

I feel like he'd go bonkers for baked good though

Harsh-

You guys may butt heads but you guys probably wouldn't argue too much outside of the basic disagreements that happen in every relationship!! Usually apologies for lashing out (if he does that in that particular argument) but will refuse to apologize if there's an actual problem that needs to be addressed (if said problem is on your end)

King of compromises (learned trait from working with bands me thinks)

Injury-

Depends on the severity

Knows very very basic first aid (cleaning, applying pressure if it's an open bleeding wound, cool water if it's a burn, ect) but more than that he's lost

Swearing and a bit of panic if it's something more serious, this is true for if hes the one hurt as well

If you're the one hurt hes going to hover all over you. Oh nooo please dont tell him hes your savior/hero, please don't make him reel good for pampering you oh NOOOOOOO (stares)

If hes the ome hurt hes going to bask in the attention if he needs to be taken care of, hypes up splinters/j

This stuff also applies to sickness

Jealousy-

Oh this is one jealous motherfucker. He will *glare* with those red pin prick robotic eyes of his

If someone's flirting with you he will saunter over and wrap an arm around you, loudly and sharply calls you babe to get the point across

^Kinda cliche but I feel like this man is a sucker for tropes

But if you're like actively uncomfortable I think he might have to intervene

See: his criminal record and the fact he "knows people who can 'take care of someone'", whether he'd actually follow through depends

Kisses-

Recieving he loves when you kiss his face; mouth, cheeks, nose

Giving, really everything is fair game if you give the go ahead; has a particular fixation on your hands (backs and knuckles), cheeks, and neck

Love anything from quick pecks to full on make out sessions

Love Language-

Physical touch and gift giving! Sometimes the gift giving can get intense since hes so ready to treat you like royalty but he doesnt mean anything malicious by it

As for receiving he has a soft spot for affirmations

Marriage-

He goes either way I think, but leans further to no marriage

That doesn't mean hes any less committed to you, though

You guys probably get matching rings even if there isn't a ceremony or legal thing, I think

No-

A deal breaker is like. If you're genuinely a bad person or a threat to his career

Like theres a difference between the shit Dethklok gets into and what you would have to do for him to cut you off full stop

Though I'm stumped on what exactly would call for that outside of being a genuinely horrible person, maybe I'll revisit this later

Oddity-

His laugh is the first thing I can think of. While I think the original is silly and cute in its own way, I'm kinda glad they changed it in the movie

He laughs at his own jokes and has a killer hair routine he follows religiously. Shitty innuendos, too. I am not going to let this man live down the hot dog thing and I KNOW it ain't a one off thing there is no way, this man gets no bitches (using Nathan's "you're horrible with women" comment as leverage)

Outside of that I dont think there's many quirks or habits that are worth mentioning

Petnames-

By law he has to call you Baby/Babe but I can also see him saying Hon/Honey, maybe even Sweetheart

Loves being called things like Dear and Darling

Question-

Loves coming to you to ask if you wanna give a second opinion on something hes working on, work related or not! Hes more than confident in his skills regarding sound engineering, but he likes getting the attention and time from you

Risk-

Skipping this because I'm truly stumped on trying to figure out how far hes willing to go in a relationship in terms of taking risks

SHH-

Has a few secrets, ranging from personal stuff to things that ultimately don't concern you

And that's okay, as long as it's not anything that can screw you or the relationship over, privacy is necessary

Probably has a lot of secrets surrounding dumb or embarrassing stuff hes done before and during the relationship

Tunes-

Obligatory I have a funky sense of music and while I want to choose a song that fits the time period of the main show to the decades before I'm a bit lost. Also I dont generally listen to love songs/songs that can be passed off as ones if you squint. So you guys get 2 songs that give me knubbler x (reader/oc insert) vibes

youtube

And

youtube

Upset-

When Knubbler is upset he shuts himself off and tries to get over whatever funk hes in, usually a glass or two is involved

Occasionally he'll seek you out for comfort or validation

If you're the one upset he's already lending you an ear and offering a shoulder to lean on (metaphorically and literally), gets mad on your behalf if someone upset you and offers solutions if it was something else

I like to think that you guys dedicate nights for venting and unloading on drama and bullshit. Like two gossiping moms

Valentine-

He is not holding back

You wake up to breakfast and gifts. He takes you out all day for shopping, you guys come home to get ready for dinner and a movie

Things definitely get.. intimate

But this is a SFW blog so I am not going to elaborate

Wedding-

If there is a wedding you guys make sure it's straight out of a storybook; dream wedding basically

Since he's not too worried about getting married I'd assume it makes sense that he lends most the power to you when it comes to decorating

Xray-

Urges you to communicate your feelings outwardly and verbally since hes not a mind reader, but he does pick up on certain behaviors to give him a general idea of how you're feeling

He doesn't want to push too hard, though, so he tries to offer an environment where there's open communication

Yearning-

Stealing this from my friend but hc that Knubbler actually would not know how to react to someone genuinely having an interest in him, at least in the beginning

Like he knows he's not the ugliest or the most horrible person but he doesnt think hes a heartthrob

So when you come along and actually get him to sit and settle down with someone he kinda. Doesn't know how to feel about being on his own/seperated

Like he can still function but hes finding himself thinking about you a lot; from wondering how your day is to things he wants to tell you when you guys are reunited

Zzz-

As mentioned before he loves cuddling so be ready for him to hold onto you

Prefers soft and light covers compared to heavier ones

Probably yoinks the blanket while he's sleeping

Probably snores

Bonus hc I think his robo eyes can be taken out, like for charging and he has a lil case for them. Has a sleeping mask so nothing gets into his sockets + he understands how it looks to others (especially if they wake up half asleep in the dark and arent used to the empty sockets yet)

#metalocalypse x reader #knubbler x reader #dick knubbler x reader #knubbler x you #dick knubbler x you #self indulgence at its finest #dick knubbler #knubbler #Youtube

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I thought you made some posts about jujutsu kaisen but I cannot for the Life of me find them (probably a spelling mistake) you don't have to but could you link back to those posts or reiterate what you thought of it. Its no problem if not, hope you have a wonderful day!

i did! my tag for it is, for some reason, #i will hunt gojo satoru for sport

my thoughts on it are pretty mixed tbh. there's parts of the premise i really like, but i feel like it's not very good at delivering on most of its stories and a lot of the characterization is either flat, annoying, or just weirdly mean-spirited. a lot of stuff gets over-explained but then still doesn't really make sense

i did consume most of it via the manga (i got to chapter 93, which is soon after Things happen to Gojo in the Shibuya arc), but over the holiday my sibling made me watch some of the newer episodes of the anime. i actually think the later part of the shibuya arc made some really ballsy decisions that completely overturned the status quo in a way that got me sort of excited, but again i don't really trust this series to deliver on its build up. but the anime does make the fights way better even if the explanation still make no sense. (the fights are... difficult to follow in the manga. sometimes moves in the anime also don't make sense/are hard to follow, but it's more forgivable when there's music and color to distract you LOL)

i started reading it because i was in an airport and wanted to read something new, and it was jjk, demon slayer, or chainsaw man. i picked jjk because my dash is just.... incredibly thirsty for gojo LMAO. he actually annoys me a lot but i have reblogged art of him and probably will again because it looks nice.

in case you were wondering, my favorite characters are sukuna and mahito. i like sukuna because "ancient malevolent force possessing a teenager" is just a trope i enjoy, and i like mahito because i like his weird little dudes!!!!! and also the story where he befriends a rando human teen and then fucks him over for no reason was my favorite one. we love a villain

#i will hunt gojo satoru for sport #i have been informed by people who know me that of the three titles listed #i'm most likely to like chainsaw man #so i will try that next time i need to wait in a very long line or something

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Eddie Munson x AFAB Reader

Written cannibal_witchh

Contains: Vulgar language, alcohol, sexual content, and Eddie with a breeding fetish

Notes: This isn't my usual reader x character story. I've been MIA for months do to depression and life. I'm so sorry for months and months of lack of content. And I hope this will be suffient lol! I plan a Michael Myers x Reader soon so stay tuned! In the mean time enjoy some Eddie x Reader!

" Bitch, if you don't give me my jacket!", Eddie laughed wrestling you for his battle jacket. Hands shoved in eachother's faces, and obnoxious name calling passed around for a few seconds. After moments of struggling to keep the patched up denim away from Eddie, you sigh and toss it in his face. " Fine you fucking cry baby.", you teased falling on your back laying on Eddie's musty bed. Eddie was an old child hood friend, one might even say best friend with how close you two were. You cared a great amount for him, afterall, the two of you went to school together. Practically grew up together with how many years you've been in eachother's lives. Unfortunately, you graduated while Eddie repeated a few grades but it didn't stop you from spending everyday with him while you juggled a full time job to stay near him. He promised he'd make more effort this year, he promised this was going to be his year. And you couldn't help but smile at the confidence he flaunted, he seemed so sure.

" Can you grab me some alcohol, Y/N? I think your abuse hurt my feelings and I need to cope.", Eddie stuck his lower lip out sarcastically, and started to light a cigarette. " You're a dick you know?", you rolled your eyes as you saw Eddie adjusting his hair in the dresser mirror. He was in his own world, and you couldn't help but admire him. His arms lifted up smoothing the frizz down while his shirt raised revealing traces of dark abdominal hair. He had a great stomach, and you had several occasions where a shirtless drunkened Eddie playing air guitar performed infront of you. " Ugh, what do you want?", you sighed making your way to his trailer door. " You're the alcoholic, surprise me! I know you have a stash in your trailer, now be a good girl and get it.", he tried to keep a straight face and kept pointing to the direction of your trailer. You shook your head with a smirk and made your way to your trailer's fridge to grab some of your preferred drinks and brought them back over to his place.

" Are you happy, your highness?", you took a sip of your gin and water concoction. He nodded and made sounds of satisfactory while downing an IPA. " Yep, yep.", he popped off the next top of a beer. The top flew onto the ground making a loud clinking sound. "Fucking virgin.", you teased taking another sip with a red faced smile. You felt a slight buzz coming on but not enough to hinder your thoughts. You felt something sticking under your foot for a second. You moved your foot up to see what it was. A packaged condom. Eddie was usually pretty skilled at hiding these around his room. He rarely wanted you to see them. You weren't sure why but you felt ballsy enough to interrogate him this time.

"I'm not a virgin! I've had my fair share of romps. ", he gulped the beer down.

" Is that why this room is stashed with condoms and playboys? Hmm?", you pretended to poorly be shocked.

Eddie looked at you with a red face, buzzing from a few beers but also traces of embarrassment. " Shut up! I definitely have...expierence..", he paused at the last word which seemed to struggle to fall off his tongue. You began laughing and plopped back down on his bed this time pulling one of his pillow under your head. It was littered with the smell of his cologne which smelled of sandalwood. " It's not like you've ever done it! I know, Y/N, you are too picky with all the dudes here.", he tossed his other pillow at you. You smiled big and glanced over at him. His face hidden behind his hair and his eyes away from your's. " Actually...I fucked a few people. Yeah, one of them was Steve!", you joked throwing the pillow at his head. You knew that Eddie didn't care much for Steve so that caught his attention. " No you didn't! There's no way, that kid got some action with you!"

"Why? Are you jealous, Eddie the virgin?"

"No! I just - "

"Yes! Yes, yes you are!"

" Ahhhhh!!", he loudly made sounds of annoyance. You could tell he wasn't actually mad but you caught him. He was definitely clear with a face reading jealousy. You'd never seen Eddie that red in the face, it was enough he stopped downing his beer, besides there was one left on his coffee table. "Hey, it's ok...Eddie the virgin.", you rolled to your side to whispered to him sensually. He rolled his eyes and shoved you playfully. " You know, I could fuck you better.", for a moment it was silent and you couldn't help but sit with those bursts of words. He even seemed surprised with himself.

" I-...I mean-..."

"Eddie...if you have all this EXP, let's see it.", you smiled laying on your back again.

" Woah...are you sure?", he looked at your with a face caught off guard.

"Yep, I wanna see how disappointed I'll be."

After a few minutes of bullying eachother, Eddie made his attempt. He looked at you, no words were expressed, just his body climbing above you. His head lowering to your's as his chain necklace hung from down and dragged across your skin. It was hot, he was fevered from the beer. " I'm going to fuck you better than any of those other men.", he said serious, and his look seemed to grow primal. His eyes dark, his face stone like. And his hands on both sides of you, as he lowered himself down to kiss you. You were expecting this kisses to be awkward but there weren't. They were intense, he was pushing his tongue into your mouth, biting your lower lip, and planting kisses along your jaw. You couldn't help a moan from escaping. " Wanna run that by me again? What was that sound?", he confidently smiled as his large hand slide to your chest up to your neck. He gently put pressure on it while he used it to guide your head up to better kiss him. " Fuck you, Eddie.", you laughed as he continued placing kisses on your lips. You felt your body grow even hotter, your nipples growing erect, and heat was emanating from between your thighs. His hand was gripping a little tighter on your neck but you couldn't manage to focus. From that and the invasion of his kisses to the erection that he pressed against your thigh. He moved his other hand to cup your breast and squeeze it tight. Another gasp slipped from your lips. Eddie. You dared not moan his name, you refused to give him that. He eventually slid his hand under your shirt and under the cup of your bra to pinch your nipple. It grew sensitive between his fingers. "Fuck.", he kissed sloppily your neck, " your so warm.", he licked your neck. You tilted your head back as he continued to tease your nipple. "Eddie...", you whispered as he stopped to press his forehead against your's. His eyes dilating, hot breaths exchanged between the two of you, and his erection thumping against you. "Show me that you can fuck me better. I haven't been fucked in so long.", you demanded reaching down to cup his erection. A low gasp slipped from his mouth, "How long?", he asked undressing you.

"Since junior year, Eddie." A shirt flew off your shoulders.

"You're so hot...I'd be giving it to you as often as I could." His shirt was tossed off.

"Yeah? I've wanted that for awhile." He began pulling your pants and underwear off.

"Jesus.", he grabbed your panties and sniffed them as he admired your pussy.

"Hurry up.", you demanded.

Eddie didn't hesitate, he removed all the remaining clothing on both of you until you finally got to see his cock for the first time. It was a good size, and it was curved to the side slightly. "Wow..." , you giggled.

"What?!", he panted annoyed. " Your dick is small.", you teased, and he knew you were joking, and he gave your nipple a good flick. Mmm. "If my dick is so small, I wanna see you fit it all in your mouth.", he suggested as his eyes darkened over you. You felt your heart pick up the pace. All the years you'd imagine what Eddie's cock tasted like, the sensation of it throbbing and twitching on your warm tongue. It finally was happening. Excitment churned in your stomach. You looked at him and brought yourself close to his hard member, you guided his hand away from himself, and replaced it with your mouth. He let out a soft gasp and his expression softened. He savored the moment, watching you bob your mouth up and down on him. Your tongue gliding against his length as you sucked on him. Spit spilling from your lips and trickling down his shaft. His hand grabbed tufts of your hair to squeeze, his cheeks grew flush, his chest rising and falling, and moans escaping his lips. "Jesus...", he bit his lip and tightened his grip on your hair. "Eddie?", you softly whispered taking his cock out of your mouth and kissing it. "Hmmm?", he responded moving his hand to cup your cheek. "Stick it in.", you smirked.

He wanted to watch you, he wanted to see you on your back, tits bouncing, face red, and body shaking. He kissed you hungrily until you fell on your back. "Hang on...", he reached under his bed to retrieve something. "Eddie, what are you doing?". You impatiently whined. "Condom.", he sighed, patting all over the ground for one. "Eddie, relax. We've been friends since we were kids. I really don't mind.", you shyly looked at him, pulling him back towards you. "Woah...I could get you pregnant?"

"So?"

"You don't care?"

"No.", you leaned towards him and bit his lower lips. His cock twitched, and his hands launched at your breasts. His cold rings brushing against your chest as he squeezed and cupped them. You began to wrap your legs around his hips, and you felt his fevered cock brushing against your slit. He began to gently buck and without effort, he slid inside you. Both of you began to gasp. His forehead against your's as you both exchanged a deep breath. "Fuck, I've waited for this for a long ass time.", he began to thrust gently in and out of you. His hands moved away from your breasts and on to the top of the headboard. He was going at a normal rhythm to accustom to your size, and he couldn't help but want to just savor your warmth. "Eddie, me too. All the guys I fucked...I was thinking of you. I couldn't believe you never made a move. I figured you didn't feel the same.", you admitted as he began to thrust harder in you. The sound of moaning and a shaking mattress filled the trailer. "Y/N, I felt the same. Didn't think you'd like a dude like me.", he leaned in to kiss you. His tongue invading your mouth, spit was being exchanged, and dripping down both of your chins. The kiss was broken, and saliva strung from both of your tongues. "I've wanted you for a long time Eddie...", you moaned staring into his brown eyes. His face was flush, and his chest began to blush a more vibrant red.

He continued fucking you, and flipped you around into doggy position. A hand grabbing your ass and the other around your throat. " Fuck! I want to give you a baby!", he shouted tightening his grip. You felt adrenaline, and lust electrifying your body. Your pussy was drenched, and his hard cock didn't lose pace. He hit harder and harder against your G spot. His grunts growing louder and more agressive. "I'm going to make you a mommy. You like the idea?", he slapped your ass, and you yelped loudly. " Yes, Eddie!", and a finger slid into your asshole. You moaned louder, and he began curling his thumb in your ass. His cock continuing to pump your pussy. "I can't even believe I'm fucking you for the first time. You better be ready because I have a breeding fetish...mmmm...God, your fucking cunt is intoxicating.", your body began tighting more on his cock, you felt close to breaking. Was he even close? His stamina was pretty good. Maybe he wasn't a virgin after all? "Fuck, I'm going to fuck you over and over again. You're going to be pregnant with all my children. And then I'm going to watch your tits get fat with milk. And, mmm...I'm going to savor and drink from your delicious nipples.", he reached his hand from your neck down to your nipples to pinch. "Oh, Eddie!", you shouted, your hands gripping the bed sheets. " You might as well practice, baby girl. Go on, you're going to be a mommy, and I'm going to be a daddy. Go on call me Daddy.", he commaned replacing his thumb with two fingers in your asshole. His knuckles making contact with you, as your hole adjusted to his long boney fingers. "Daddy!", you yelled. Within that moment his cock throbbed, and his hips led. The sound of his hips hitting your ass echoed the room. You were confident the mattress would give or the wall would result in a hole from it. " That's it, say it again.", he grunted, pulling in and out with his fingers. "Mmmm...", you moaned, you were struggling to let words drop from your mouth. He was pleasuring you too well, all the time lost from not fucking eachother. All the time alone frustrated and touching yourself to him. Fucking other guys to the idea of Eddie. " Go on, Momma. Say it.", he began to laugh, and smacked your ass hard. You let out a cry and your knees began to shake. "Daddy! Daddy! Your cock is so good!", you whined. Fingers continuing to pump in you, and his other hand gripped the back of your neck. Forcing you face into the mattress, his hand moving to the back of your head to grab a handful of your hair. Your screams drowned inside the mattress. "God, that pussy, is unreal. I can't believe I'm going to fill it up with my cum. You ready?", he laughed again as his grip tightened around your hair. "Huh, Momma? You ready?", his voice growing shakey, his abs tightening, and beads of his sweat dripping down your back. " Oh God, yes Eddie!", you pleaded, face forced into the sheet, you body tensing up and quivering. An earth shattering wave of pleasure was rippling through you, your breaking point was near. You screamed his name as he forced another finger into your ass and pushed in and out. " Cum. Cum on my dick.", he demanded, his body lowering to press against your back. His nipple and navel piercing brushing against you. Your back involuntarily arching against him. You let out a loud moan as you felt your body break. An orgasm webbing throughout your body, scattering everywhere as your body shook. Eddie let out a moan and you felt his hot cum fill you. " Ah...Y/N.", he moaned pulling his fingers out of you and forcing his dick deeper against you. His body falling ontop of you as he began to pepper kisses against your back. " Oh God.", he panted.

Thirty minutes passed and you two were both laying on your backs staring at his cheap glow in the dark stars on his cieling. You both had freshened up in the shower together and decide to cuddle under his bedsheets. Eddie's wet waves scattering on his pillow as he looked over at you. He pecked your nose and left you smiling. " Hey,", he squeezed you close. "Yes?", you sighed, resting your head against his chest, your finger playing with his nipple ring. "Will you be my girlfriend?", you felt an overwhelming amount of joy in those words. You had spent years crushing on Edward. Years hoping he'd ask the question and tears began welling in your eyes. " Are you sober?"

"The fuck? Of course I'm sober. I want you to be my girlfriend, bitch.", he teased bringing his nose to your hair to breath it in. "Yes, Eddie. I'd love that more than anything." Eddie sprung up from the bed, throwing his head back and forth and playing air guitar. His flaccid dick flopping around and you couldn't help chuckling. He was humming some Metallica song and happily chanting how happy he was.

A knock startled him and he squeaked. After dressing eachother, you two went to the door together. " What the hell, guys? I've been waiting for like an hour?", it was Dustin. He had books under an arm and a bag of dice in his hand. " Oh shit.", his eyes widened darting at you. " I take it, no campaign planning today?", Dustin sarcastically smiled.

You blushed heavily looking the other way and Eddie palmed his face. "Nope, I got a special lady over. Let's try...tomorow..no-no, Friday!", he shouted trying to pull a random date out of his ass. "Dude, just say your going to romp, ok? I'll tell the others it'll be awhile until the next DnD night.", Dustin shook his head and turned his back to Eddie. " Love you, man!", Dustin laughed and flipped him off as he walked away. "Love you too, dude!", Eddie smiled wide and began to pull his hair up in a bun. "Sooo...Y/N, wanna go on a special campaign right now?", he brought his face to your's and began kissing you. The door shut, and he flicked the lights off. " I have a few days off from being a DM...hehe."

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #stranger things smut

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