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Sleepy Mary
Bed time with Mary was always surprising in one way or another. Despite his rough exterior, once he was behind closed doors alone with you his demeanor changed completely. No longer was he the crass gritty punk you saw at the bar, well he was always a little crass, but he was sweet and caring. Rainy days in we're always your favorite because that meant Mary was most likely going to spend the entire day tucked away in bed or burritoed on the couch watching endless horror movies he has seen a thousand times before. Lucky for you you loved most of the same movies he did, even the bad ones he claimed were gold.
You usually woke up right before mary as he tended to stir and cling onto you, making sure there was as little space as possible between you both. If he woke up before you, you’d be woken up with endless sweet nothings being whispered in your ear, and some times very, very dirty thoughts.
"Wake up babes, my beautiful little meatloaf" was one of his favorites to wake you up with. See, while Mary was sweet in private he was still Mary, and his pet names were often, creative. Meatloaf, beautiful bone bag, and flesh pie were some you weren't too bothered by and actually found them kind of sweet and very unique. It's when you were falling asleep or during sexy times is when Mary's imagination... wandered. One rainy night in particular early on in your relationship is what really solidified his trust in you.
You were in bed waiting for Mary to finish up in the bathroom, wearing nothing but one of his ripped up band tees. He always loved it when you wore his shirts, especially the crop tops and the /very/ ripped ones.
"You about done Mare?" You yelled towards the bathroom attached to your bedroom.
"Yeah babes I'll be right out"
This was your nightly routine. You made him take a shower if he needed it and made sure he brushed his teeth as he often forgot, and you don't want to be kissing that mouth after a night out at the bar.
Mary emerged from the bathroom with a plume of steam. Donning a lightning McQueen beach towel piled high atop his head and a normal bath towel around his waist he walked towards you. He claims he likes the McQueen towel because the blood from his stage makeup stained the other ones and it blended in better. Definitely not because one of his guilty pleasure movies was cars.
"Hey loaf, scoot over its fucking freezing in here, heh, feels kinda like a morgue ya know?"
”No mary, i wouldn't know.”
You chuckled knowing Mary's sense of humor tended to be dark, but it was kind of endearing. You lifted the fuzzy sheets for him as he rid himself of his towels. He crawled in and scooted his slightly damp naked body against you and buried is face into your neck, wrapping around you like a koala.
"You are so fucking MMM baby, you know, I think I love you so much that if you died I'd crawl in the coffin with ya."
Mary cut himself off not knowing how comfortable you were with his, special interests.
"Oh? And do what?" You asked cocking an eyebrow up at him as he looked up at you.
"Well, take ya for one last ride probably, I'd definitely wanna be buried with ya tho, dead or alive. Alive would be a sick way to go."
He searched your eyes to see if the statement put you off but you thought it was a cute sentiment.
"Aww Mary," you reached a hand up to his cold cheek "That's actually very sweet, but, you mean 'take a last ride as innnn" you trailed off.
"Well, I mean yeah, I'd fuck a stiffie, but only yours, remember that babes" he slid himself more to your side to get a better look at you, bringing his hand up to your face giving you a gentle kiss. "I still prefer you warm tho, cold can be harsh on the pickle"
You burst out into laughter at his nickname for his dick and gave him a small smooch on the forehead.
"Well it's good you prefer me alive Mary, but, you would really fuck a corpse?"
"I mean yeah, shits hot, well cold, but it's always been a huge turn on for me I just don't have the balls or means to do it, but if you died on me, could I, ya know?"
"Fuck it, why not, my ghost can watch"
Mary's face lit up as he propped himself up on his hands leaning over you a bit, his wet hair tickling your nose.
"REALLY BABES?? I mean, like you are really ok with that?"
"I mean yeah, whatever makes you happy, just don't fucking kill me just because you wanna fuck a corpse."
"I would never!!!! Then I’d only be able to talk to your gravestone and that's not really that fun at all. I definitely always want to see you alive, my little meatloaf"
He bent down and rubbed his nose against yours as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss. Pulling back after a few slightly heated moments you looked him straight in the eyes.
"So Mar, if you are into necro shit you must be hiding some other, darker, desires right?"
Mary kept eye contact with you and with an almost ashamed expression shook his head yes.
"It's alright baby, I know you would never hurt me, and fuck I'm so in love with you I don't think there's anything you could say that would turn me away. You can tell me"
Mary collapsed onto you with a deep huff, mindlessly drawing patterns over your abdomen.
"Well, I've always wondered what a gut fuck would be like, organs are so hot and squishy I bet it would feel amazing." Mary glanced up to you checking if you were still ok, but your eyes were closed, head tilted back completely relaxed. Mary leaned in close to your ear blowing a hot breath causing you to shiver in excitement. "You know, I've thought about what it would feel like to be inside you, slicing open a small hole and just fucking the shit out of your guts, shame I'll never get to know…"
He took your earlobe in between his teeth and pulled a bit, earning a satisfied moan from you. It was an extreme confession but you knew it took guts, (hah guts) he had complete trust in you now.
"I bet you would be beautiful covered in blood, mine or yours, fuck, imagine us fucking each other, our blood mixing and smearing together as I send you to another dimension-"
"You know Goore, that actually sounds incredibly hot." you replied as he let out a small moan in your ear. "Tell me what else" He rested his head on your chest to listen to your heart beat and closed his eyes, letting his imagination wander.
"Hmm, I can imagine you, still and limp laying there, just the thought of being able to do anything to you really gets me goin." he says as he ruts into your thigh.
"Well, if you want me pious and still we can arrange that"
You turned to face him and slid your leg between his giving him something to grind against. He did this nearly every night, he knew you weren't 'on' all the time like he was and you were both content with him using your leg to get off. Mary's face went bright red at your comment and moaned as you pressed into him.
"Wait- baby, what do you mean?"
"Well, we could role play, that's always a sure fire way. You could also ya know, if you are REALLY feeling in the corpse fucking mood while I'm sleeping. Ya know." You hand motion jerking off as he understood your sleep fuck plans. He keened into your thigh harder than before and another hot breath escaped. You could tell he was really getting off on this so you leaned in and took his head in your hands leaning close into his ear.
"Imagine you coming home all worked up, I'm here in bed fast asleep. Perfectly oblivious to my surroundings, you could take me right then and there Mary, I could pretend to still be asleep and I could stay as limp and quiet for you as possible. Who knows you could even pop an ice cube up there for extra effect, turn the ac on high so my skin is nice and cold to the touch, what do you think about that my little corpse fucker"
Mary about lost it as you finished your thought. His thrusts against your thigh becoming more irrational with his breath.
"Fu-ck babe keep talkin"
"You could do anything you want, fuck my face, ass, any hole you please. Fuck you could even pour some of your fake blood on me, I know much the sight of blood gets you excited, you don't think I haven't caught you jerking it to saw before, because I have and I enjoyed it"
Mary's mouth was hanging open and his eyes were squeezed shut as he reached nearer his climax.
"I'd let you defile me in so many ways Mary Goore, you are my everything and i am yours to take"
Suddenly Mary bit into your shoulder, hard enough it would definitely bruise but not enough to break skin as he jerked against you and climaxed, covering your thigh in cum. Mary stilled and panted as he relaxed. You cooed into his ear and patted his head knowing that was world breaking for him.
"Good boy"
You sat in silence as he recollected himself as you continued to pat his hair, brushing the still wet mop back as he looked up at you with an expression you could only describe as pure adoration.
"Baby I- I don't know what to say but, I fucking knew you were the one for me, and I fuckin' promise I'll never do anything to actually hurt you, I know you know that"
"Shhhhhh, I know mare I know"
"You mean it tho right? What you said?"
"Every word baby, but if you do wanna get messy at least give me a heads up and get the mess proof sheets"
"Hah alright, that sounds like a fuckin' great plan to me... I love you meatloaf, I love you so much"
"I love you too Mary"
That was the day it was decided you would help Mary out with his fantasies. The first night you were jostled awake by a horny, bloodied up post show Mary was exciting to say the least. You stayed limp and stifled your moans as much as possible and allowed him to use you, your mouth however was the hardest to not react to as he got a little over zealous. The entire time horrible descriptions of what he actually wanted to do spilled from his mouth but it was so much more passionate than what you normally heard despite the crudeness of it all, and it was fucking h o t.
Once he has finished his demeanor changed immediately, he gently gripped your shoulders shaking you a bit making sure you were awake and ok. When your eyes fluttered open you could see tears begin to well in his eyes. "Oh my god babes I- that was- are you ok? You were fucking amazing" you simply smiled back at him relaxed from your own climaxes. "I'm more than fine Mary, oh my god are you crying, baby are you ok?"
Mary hadn't realized how emotional he had gotten. The whole scene felt so real to him when he got caught up in the moment, he actually thought he lost you for a second. "Oh thank god baby, you had me so convinced I thought you were really gone..."
You wrapped your arms around him pulling him into a confident and sweet kiss just to prove to him you really were alive and well and he collapsed on top of you, practically squeezing the life out of you with the tightest hug he has ever given you.
"Fuckin, thank you baby, thank you so much," Mary was so overwhelmed with emotion all you did was allow him to let it out. You however were totally blissed out knowing how good you could make him feel, you felt you could really get used to playing the corpse bride every now and then. That wouldn't be the last 'corpse' role play, but Mary reserved the occasions, just to keep it special.
Each time you and Mary had a scene you could fee yourselves growing closer and you wouldn't trade that closeness for the world