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shesinshambles · 2 years ago

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hi hi! if you still take requests i would absolutely love some soft mary comfort/smut. maybe reader is having a bad day and they show just how much you mean to them. fluff, a warm bath together (where things ensue *waggles eyebrows*), then off to bed holding each other tight. i don’t really have anything in mind for what the smut involves, exactly. i’ve just always loved the idea of soft mare consoling his partner on a bad day and a romantic bath with him. :)

Hi anon :) Yes I always take requests and hope this is what you were looking for! 18 + under the cut

Bath-time with Mary

“Hello?” You call out as you shuffle through the door, dropping your bag on the floor. It slides off your shoulder with a heavy thud and you lean back against the door, blowing your hair out of your face. You’re greeted by silence, the buzzing of your old fridge. Mary hasn’t come back yet. Good, you think, as drag your feet all the way to your bedroom and flop down face first onto the mattress. You can cry in peace.

It hadn’t started well. You forgot to set your alarm which meant you woke up late and had to skip your shower and rush to get dressed. No coffee. No solid 30 minutes of pessimistic staring at the wall as you drank said coffee and ate breakfast. Just pure chaos. And then your car wouldn’t start so you had to take the bus into work, and that reminded you you’d have to try to find a garage open on the weekend, lovely. It would have been fine, annoying, but fine, if that had been all. But it seemed that when one thing went wrong for you, everything else fell apart with it. Your boss yelled at you for being late even though you told them about the car, two people had already called in sick, like that was your problem. And then to make matters worse your friend was passively guilting you for having to back out of your weekend plans, Annnnd, you’d forgotten to eat so now you were woozy and your head was splitting. The tears started to flow and you snuffled into your pillow. What a great Friday.

The sound of a key turning in the lock startled you out of your pity party and you wiped your eyes and nose with your sleeve as Mary burst through the door, boisterous and brimming with energy.

“Babe!” The bedroom door slammed open and you buried your face a bit deeper into your pillow. The sound of heavy combat boots thundering across the room making you flinch. “It’s Friday!” Mary threw himself back on the bed, and you jostled about still clinging to your pillow as you felt your partner stretch out next to you.

“Sure is,” you mumbled.

“So here’s what I’m thinking,” Mary starts listing off all their plans for the evening but it just sounds like radio static as you swallow around the growing lump in your throat. “We hit up Katacombes, have a drink see what’s up, if the music’s shit we go to that karoke bar round the corner, some of the gang’ll be there. Doth m’lady have any objections?” All Mary gets from you is a wet sniffle. “Babe?” Mary’s voice softens and they lay a hand on your shoulder. “Everything okay?”

“Yeahh,” your voice cracks and you wince at how unconvincing it sounds.

“Hey,” Mary murmurs, rubbing your shoulder and pulling the pillow out of your grasp with his other hand. You let it slide from your fingers and when you open your eyes you find Mary’s soft green eyes regarding you with concern, face pinched.

“Hey,” you whisper, letting the tears fall down your cheeks. A rough-padded thumb wipes them away.

“Sweetheart what’s wrong?” Mary asks you softly. You shake your head, shoulders heaving with sobs as you fully crumble. Mary pulls you in and you bury your face in his ratty tee. “Hey, it’s okay,” they whisper, kissing your hair and rubbing soothing circles into your back. “Rough day?” Your grip on their shirt tightens as you nod your head. “M’kay,” Mary whispers, kissing your head again.

“I’m sorry Mare,” you choke. “I don’t want to ruin your plans, but I-I really don’t wanna go out tonight.” He squeezes you tighter.

“S’okay, we can have a night in. Do you wanna talk about it?” You shake your head.

“Not right now.”

“Okay. D’you eat anything today?” It was baffling to you how quickly Mary was able to pick up on all your bad habits. They could read you like a book now.

“Not much, I was late today.”

“Alright then, here’s what we’ll do.” Mary crawls out of the bed to kneel down on the side in front of you, a large hand tucking your messy hair behind your ears before coming to wipe the tear tracks off your cheeks. “I’m gonna draw you a hot bath, and while we wait I brought some pizza slices home, okay? We can order takeout if you’re still hungry after.” You sniffle and Mary tries not to smile at the gross wet sound.

“Okay.”

“Okay,” and he takes one of your hands in his and kisses your palm. “Go eat, I’ll fix the bath.”

Mary left the pizza slices on the your small kitchen table, and sink heavily into a chair and start devouring a slice of pepperoni pizza, chewing absent-mindedly. Your eyes are puffy and they feel heavy, your head aching from all the crying. Mary puts up a good front, snarling and growling through life in ripped up band tees and a bloody face. But then times like these, when you were really going through it always put it in perspective. They were a big softie. Especially when it came to you. You smile maybe your first genuine happy smile today. Your Mary. And as if your thoughts alone are loud enough to summon him, Mary comes out of the bathroom and flops down into the chair next to you, stuffing their face with pizza.

“Bath’s almost ready.” You nod.

“I’m done, I can change and wait for you?” Mary shook their head, cramming the last bits of their slice into their mouth.

“M’ good to go!” Mary mumbles out around a mouth full of pizza. You giggle softly and he gives you a closed-mouth grin, cheeks puffing out. You grab your robe off the hook on the bedroom door and as Mary guides you to the bathroom, your small hand resting firmly in his larger.

You’re hit by a wall of creamy, lavender steam and a wonderland of glowing candles littering the sink, shelf, and floor. When the hell did you two manage to collect so many candles? And where the hell did Mary dig them out from? When did they find the time? Mary undresses themselves first, pulling the ratty Morbid Angel tee over their head. Mary turns toward you, grabbing the hem of your sweater.

“Arms up,” he murmurs, and you raise them, letting him undress you. Mary kisses your bare shoulders as he unclasps your bra. He slides down to his knees, kissing your navel as he unbuttons your trousers and pulls them down along with your underwear. “Come on beautiful,” Mary whispers, holding your hand steady as you climb into the tub full of searing hot water. You hiss at the burn, feeling your legs prickle as you sink into the bath, sighing with a delighted shiver.

Mary slides into the tub behind you and once they’re settled you lean back, snuggling into their chest as Mary wraps their arms around you. You close your eyes and let yourself soak, basking in the moment; the smell of the bubbles, the cozy heat of the water melting away all the tensions and stress of the day. For now you can forget about the texts from your friend you left unread, or that you’d have to deal with the car tomorrow. You can just focus on Mary’s breathing, match yours too it and drift off.

You’re not sure how long you’ve been dozing but you feel boneless when you open your eyes again, sighing as you feel Mary’s hands roam up and down your torso. You tip your head back, smiling lazily as he kisses your forehead.

“Feeling better Babe?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, stretching your neck as Mary kisses down your throat, hand sliding further underneath the surface of bubbles. They trace over the swell of your hips, inching slowly towards your core before caressing the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh. You let out a shaky breath, melting further into Mary’s chest. You hear them huff in amusement behind you.

“Wanna make you feel good baby,” he murmurs, nibbling on your ear. You sigh softly, nodding into Mary’s neck as he snatches your chin in his grip and turns your face to kiss you. It’s rather tame for Mary; the teeth don’t make an appearance, but it’s more than enough to feed the fire pooling in your gut. Mary’s tongue explores your mouth lazily and he drinks up all your quiet moans as his fingers run up and down your slit, teasing you and making you squirm.

“Mary,” you keen as deft fingers explore your folds, circling your bud.

“Relax Doll, lemme take care of you,” they whisper as they draw small tight circles around your clit, sliding down to dip two fingers inside you, curling them until Mary finds your sweet spot. You let out a high-pitched whine that dies as it crawls out of your throat. Your thighs start to shake as Mary pulls out of you to rub your clit more intensely. Their other arm holds you tight against their chest, and as Mary nibbles on your lower lip, they pinche your nipple between their thumb and index finger, rolling it gently as you arch your back into the touch.

“Faster Mary” you whine into his mouth, and he breaks away, eyes heavy-lidded.

“Yeah,” he whispers, “You want it faster? Want me to fuck you harder?” You nod, burying your face into Mary’s neck as he picks up the pace. Mary knows exactly how to touch you, knows exactly what you need to send you over the edge, and your toes start to curl as the coil within you winds tighter and tighter.

“Fuck.”

“Is that good, baby? You like that?” Mary hisses into your ear, and you’re too far gone to respond. Both hands are working you now, two fingers pumping inside you while their other hand presses insistently at your bud, circling over it just the way you like. You’re contorted and twisted around, your arm around their neck and the other clawing desperately at their chest. You can’t get close enough, no matter what you do.

“Fuuuuuck, don’t stop, Mary, don’t stop.” Your eyes are squeezed shut as Mary fucks you towards your orgasm.

“You wanna cum baby?”

“Please, Mary,” you whine, your hips rocking as he circles even faster. Your toes are curling, every muscle in your body tensing up as you edge closer and closer to the crest. “Mary, f-fuck yesss, Mary!” And finally you come undone, clenching around Mary’s fingers as you shiver with your release, sighing into Mary’s neck.

When you come down from your high you slide a shaky hand under the water to Mary’s cock but they grab your wrist gently and pull you away, kissing the back of your hand. You hum in confusion and Mary pulls you into a languid kiss.

“This is for you, sweetheart,” he murmurs, kissing the top of your head. “Don’t worry about me.”

Everything afterwards is a blissful blur. You’re barely awake as Mary dries you off, wrapping you in a big fluffy towel and carrying you to bed. They pull the covers over you, and once you’ve settled, Mary pulls you close and you bury your face into their chest, feeling them rest their chin atop your head.

“Mary?”

“hmm?”

“Thanks.” Mary merely kisses the top of your head in response.

“Sleep baby.”

“I love you,” you murmur.

“I love you back.” You drift off, happy and safe. You’ll deal with everything else in the morning. Together.

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