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executioner!gyro zeppeli needs someone to relax and disconnect, you're the only person he trusts for that ꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
cw: mdni, rough!gyro, then soft!gyro, use of safe word, p in v
executioner!gyro zeppeli who, first of all, is your friend. Probably you're his only friend, which is funny, knowing what you two do together. For you, he's just a doctor who suffers from an incredible amount of stress, you suppose he's dealing with too many patients and other duties, so you're the one who suggest blowing steam together.
executioner!gyro zeppeli who, most of the times, comes to you exhausted, begging for some lazy sex, just rubbing against each other. Sometimes he asks you to sit on his face, to use him however you want. You usually end the night with his head on your chest, him pleading you to fill the noise in his head with whatever.
executioner!gyro zeppeli who, one night, he knocks on your door louder than usually. You know it's him from the way he always knocks but you can hear his breath ragged from the other side of the door.
When you open, he's wearing a totally different robe from the ones he usually brings, there's blood on his neck and tear marks in his eyes.
"Gyro?" Your hands come up but he moves away before you can touch him.
He starts peeling his own clothes, not even looking at you. "Get naked, please." He's not even asking, he just assumes you will obey as he locks himself in the bathroom for three exact minutes.
You just wait, naked in bed, not even wet because nothing about Gyro seems attractive to you right now. He comes out naked, half hard and clean from all the blood. He get on top of you, using one of his legs to part yours, his leaking cock pressing into your cunt.
"Gyro," you call for him again, but his eyes are fixated on your chest, taking one of your boobs in his hand while his mouth sucks hard on the other. "Can we talk?"
"I don't wanna talk." His teeth scrape your nipple, making you gasp. "I need you. I need your body."
Gyro pushed into you hard without warm-up or gentle touches. He was lost in it, hips snapping forward with a desperate rhythm that made your breath catch sharp in your throat. His cock stretched you open too fast, the sting blooming hot and deep between your legs. You thought it would ease up after a minute, that your body would adjust like it usually did when he needed you, but he just kept going faster
His hands gripped your hips tight, fingers digging in so deep you knew bruises would bloom there by morning. Every thrust slammed his pelvis against yours, the dry slap of skin filling the room. One of his palms slid up to squeeze your tit roughly, pinching and kneading. It hurt, a dull ache mixing with the burn inside you, but Gyro did not notice. His eyes were half-lidded, focused only on the way your body took him, chasing his own pleasure like a man drowning.
"Gyro," you gasped, fingers clutching at his shoulders. "Slow down… it hurts."
He did not slow down. He drove deeper, breath ragged and hot against your neck, dark blond hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. The executioner who came to you broken tonight was not your soft friend right now. He was just need, raw and selfish, fucking you like your body could erase whatever blood he had washed off earlier.
"Stop," you tried again, voice tighter. Pain flared sharper with every snap of his hips, the sting refusing to fade.
He still did not hear you, lost completely in the heat of your cunt, grunting low as he chased release.
The safe word you two decided just in case escape your lips in a cry, making Gyro freeze instantly. His whole body went rigid, cock still buried deep inside you. His eyes snapped open wide, terror flooding across his face. His cock slipped out of you with a sound that made your stomach twist, the sting between your legs still burning hot.
His face… God, you'd never seen him look like that. Wide blue eyes full of pure terror, he'd just woken up from a nightmare and realized he was the monster in it. His hands hovered over your hips, shaking, not daring to touch the bruises already forming under his fingerprints.
"I'm sorry," he choked out, voice cracking. "Fuck, I'm so sorry."
You sat up slowly, wincing at the ache in your core and the tender spots on your tits where he'd gripped too hard. You don't understand what happened there, what got into him.
"Gyro," you said softly, reaching out. His hand found yours, gripping tight.
"I didn't… I wasn't there," he whispered. He kept enough distance between you so you feel comfortable. "Tell me what you need. Water? Fuck, I don't know. Don't leave."
You could see it all over him, the exhaustion that went deeper than usual. He was half-hard still, but he ignored it completely, eyes locked on your face now instead of your body. Waiting. Terrified you'd safe-word him out of your life for good.
You shifted closer, ignoring the sting for a second, and pulled his head gently toward your chest like you always did at the end of nights. "Breathe, Gyro. You stopped. That's what matters."
He let out a shaky breath against your skin, arms wrapping around your waist carefully this time, no bruising force. "I don't deserve you," he mumbled, voice muffled. "My only friend… and I treat you like that."
His body trembled a little as he clung to you. You ran your fingers through his hair, feeling the tension slowly bleed out of him. The rough need from minutes ago was gone, replaced by the tired Gyro you knew better. He nuzzled closer, lips brushing your collarbone softly now.
"What happened tonight?" you ask softly, the curiosity too loud in your head. "You came here covered in blood and, well, look what you did. Talk to me, Gyro."
He flinched at your words, for a moment, he thought about the possibility of telling you.
"I-I can't" he whispered, his eyes never leaving yours now. "I wish I could tell you, but it's not something I can share. Not with anyone."
You knew he carried heavy things, but this felt bigger. The blood on his neck earlier was not from some patient.
"Is it really that bad?" you pressed gently, brushing a strand of blond hair from his forehead. "You looked broken when you walked in. Let me help carry it."
Gyro shook his head, eyes squeezing shut for a second. He pulled you closer, careful now, resting his head against your chest
"If I say anything, it puts you in danger too. I won't do that to you."
He nuzzled closer, arms wrapping around you a little tighter, but still gentle after what happened. The terror in his face had not fully left, mixed now with guilt and exhaustion. You could feel how much it hurt him to keep it locked away, the weight of whatever he did tonight pressing down on both of you.
"Please, stay with me," he begged quietly. "I know I don't deserve it after hurting you, but... please."
You sighed and held him, fingers running through his hair. Whatever his real job was, he was still your Gyro.
