Sims 2-4 (Yes you read right, I will write townie x reader or townie x townie fanfic)
Cod. (I have never played the games but masked man makes head go brr)
I may add more to this list during hyperfixations. Though don't be shy,if you are in a fandom and want me to write something for it,just ask! The worst I can say is "No"
I am willing to write about nsfw stuff but be warned, ya girl is ace and has never had sex in her life. All my knowledge comes from early 2000's Fanfic,YouTube,Google and tik tok.
Things I will not write about:
Incest,pedophilia,scat,watersports/piss kink,gore of any kind,diapers/Diaper usage or forced diaper use.
warnings: consensual choking, aggressive behaviour, mentally ill!reader, eddie gluskin x fem!reader
word count: 4,305
work - here comes the bride
There wasn’t much to do in the way of decorating considering your supplies, but you made do. It did looked cozy, it felt cozy, feeling pleased with yourself. It wouldn’t do outside Mount Massive, but that was worlds away, turning to eye the locker with narrowed eyes. Maybe not there, maybe closer to the door, you paused listening to a scream. It was ragged, thick, feeling your heart race with excitement Eddie would be home soon.
Don’t look too closely at that bit of knowledge, don’t think on why you were able to know the screams were the final crescendo before the close of an act.
It suddenly seemed less ready, less cozy, needing everything to be perfect. Actually you needed to make dinner, the stack of clothing in your hands falling onto the floor in front of the locker. And he was going to be dirty, you need warm water, and soap, and- What if tore his vest again? That wasn’t yours to fix, but he was always more irritable when it got damaged.
You kept moving in short aborted paths, coming to a stop and staring down at a thick red puddle at your feet. One blink, then another, a ringing noise in your ears as you carefully shuffled backwards. But it was spilling outwards now, towards you, feeling your heart thudding just under the high pitch that hurt. Your back found the wall and you let out a startled squeak, unable to look away from the crimson trickling your way across a level floor. You knew it was because you’d checked, going up on tiptoe to try and create just a bit more distance.
Hard to breathe, hard to think, a low gurgling noise reaching your ears, the thudding of your heart sounded wetter. A meaty thick sound, bile rushing up your throat as the creeping red got closer to your toes. You almost wanted to get it over with, to just be done with it, but that would mean having it touch you. You didn’t want it touching you, didn’t want it on your skin, didn’t want-
“Darling?’
Fingers gripped your chin, blinking as you stared at the fabric that circled Eddie’s waist, slowly lifting to see him staring down at you curiously. As if realizing concern bloomed, though there was still something off about his expression even as you grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand higher. Nuzzling into his palm, you let out a shaky breath as he pulled you in close. You’d missed him, wrapping your arms around him, cuddling as close as you could, hearing a low grunt as you squeezed tighter after hearing a brief ringing in your ears.
“What were you staring at?’
Hm? Your fingers toyed with the little strap of fabric with its decorative buckle at his lower back. Staring at… Oh right, the locker! It really did need to be moved, but you didn’t want to unpack it only to put everything back. Tilting your head back, you smiled sweetly, all but batting your eyelashes.
“The locker, it needs to be over there instead.’
When he didn’t move, you leaned in, really putting your weight into it and he barely shifted at all. If you had to you could just empty it you supposed, head tilting to the side as he continued to stare down at you. But he said nothing before taking a step back from the wall and pulling you along with him. Panic, sharp, immediate, your heels grinding down against the concrete floor.
And then it was gone, blinking in confusion, feeling light headed. Your wrists hurt, fingers flexing before realizing there was something binding them. Shifting your attention to the ache you saw fingers cuffing them, another slow blink. There was a flush to his cheek, trying to reach out in order to touch it, a low concerned coo escaping you.
“Did you see it?’
His voice was so low you almost didn’t hear it, shaking your head before the words had even properly translated. He’d mentioned an “it” before, though he didn’t describe it well, had been almost frustratingly vague. A sharp shake as he repeated the question, your gaze unintentionally shifting to the floor as his frustration became more clear. Fingers gripped your chin, digging in until you struggled to pull away before you realized who you were trying to get away from.
“I didn’t see it, Eddie. The blood…’
Why he calmed down when you mentioned the blood you didn’t understand, you could taste the panic on your tongue like too ripe fruit, stomach churning. Your wrists throbbed as he let go, not catching the muttered words as he stepped back, turning to look at the locker before letting out a sigh. Back pressed to the wall, you watched the fabric stretch as the muscles in his back shifted, the metal scraping along the concrete.
Nodding when he paused, you wrapped your arms around yourself and squeezed. You were being silly, there wasn’t any blood on the floor, and you’d upset Eddie. Slowly shuffling closer as he adjusted the locker until it was flush to the wall, you gently slid your fingers under the hem of his shirt and hooked a finger in a belt loop.
“I’m sorry.’
Not that you had a firm grasp on what it was you were apologizing for, just that you felt it was necessary. His shoulders shifted, spine straightening, before turning towards you with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. But that was alright, it was bright enough that didn’t matter, finally noticing the blood that speckled him along the right side from chest to cheekbone. Crimson freckles that didn’t belong there.
He’d been freckled then too, fingers lightly skimming his cheek. The orderly had been too slow with the restraints, photos spread across a table. They never should have shown him the photos before he was properly secured to the chair. Poor dear was filthy, brushing the freckles and smearing them like a liquid rouge that needed to be rubbed in.
“You can’t eat dinner like this.’ You murmured, playfully chiding, tucking the bad things away. “I’ll get dinner ready and you get cleaned up.’
“Yes, dear.’
Didn’t like the hint of mockery in his tone, as if you were being unreasonable but he decided to accommodate you regardless. And it was the wrong endearment. Those things that scuttled about in the dark, those intruders, they could be dear. They could be sweetheart. That wasn’t who you were, unmoving as he turned to make his way to the kitchen, jerking to a halt as your arm reached full extension.
“What is it now?’
“I’m not your dear.’
That confused him, exasperation slowly creeping across his expression, looking between yours and the arm that was shaking lightly from trying to restrain him. You both knew if he wanted to he could just go, or make you let go. But you stayed locked in that stand off for longer than was probably wise, hurt and angry. There were others, you knew that, tears filling your eyes. Why else stay gone so long?
“Then what are you?’ He finally asked, voice low and tight.
“I’m your darling!’
His expression shifted so many times, so swiftly, that you couldn’t keep track. Anger settled comfortably only to be rousted by a too bright smile and eyes that gleamed. There could be others, that was fine, but there was only one darling and that was you. You were his bride, you made him dinners, and bathed him, and took him to bed at the end of the day. They could take the left over crumbs, those hollow terms of endearment other men offered like confetti to confuse the eye.
But Eddie’s only darling was you.
Surprise wilted the ends of the smile, his eyes widening slightly as you pulled sharply. Another tug did goad him closer, curiosity getting the better of an old tom cat, head jerking slightly when you cupped his chin. But he didn’t pull away, didn’t push your hand away, he seemed confused by your anger. It wasn’t something he saw, you tucked it away to make his life easier as you were meant to. But the demeaning term…
“I am your darling.’ You repeated, chest rising and falling as you struggled to breathe around your outrage. “Say it.’
“Of course you are,’ crooning, he tried to touch you, and a noise that belonged to an animal escaped you.
Sharp, dangerous, and he flinched, eyes flicking back and forth between yours. Weight against your palm as he rested his head, something you couldn’t quite understand passing across his face.
“Say. It.’
“My darling, of course you are.’
Slowly, he lifted his hands to wrap around your forearm, light as lace, pressing slightly until your hand cupped his cheek. Untangling your finger from the belt loop, you lifted your other hand to carefully stroke the errant strands back into place, shifting closer and nudging your nose against his. Yes, yes you were. His fingers tightened, your flesh bulging between his fingers, bones aching.
“Say it again, Eddie. Please.’
And he did, cheek rubbing against your palm, the rough skin scraping, vibrations sending goosebumps racing up your arm as you traced over the grease slicked hair. Again, and again, leaning closer to kiss him, his lips moving against yours as he kept saying it. You’d never get tired of hearing it, tucking closer, fingers skimming along the curve of his skull to curl around the nape of his neck.
Reluctantly, you let him pull your hand from his face, splaying it over his chest feeling his heart thumping. Your fingers ached as you gripped the fabric, twisting it to keep him close though he hadn’t tried to pull back, lips tingling the hum of your name on his. Darling, yes, yes you were, peppering the line of his lower lip with kisses, the corner of his mouth, gasping as his arms wrapped around you and squeezed.
Tight enough to hurt, tight enough it was hard to breathe, your arm crushed between you both protesting. But what were you supposed to do? Let go? Move to alleviate the ache when you could feel how your heart was racing to meet his, as if it was possible to breach the obstruction of flesh and bone. The percussion on either side of your arm as he kept saying it, past the point it should have lost meaning, but it didn’t. It meant everything to you.
A soft jerk, a minor inconvenience easily ignored, his hands undoing the buttons along the back of your dress as he continued saying that lovely word. Yours, it was meant for you, like he was, hearing a tearing sound even as the tissue over your ribs ached. He would have to fix it later, the air cool and damp against your back, soothed by hands that played over the skin.
“Dinner?’
You asked like you cared. The only thing you cared about was the feel of his jaw brushing along your cheek, his fingers digging into the soft places between your ribs as he pulled you closer. The way your body arched under him as he curled over you, face tucked into your neck leaving a trail of fire as his teeth nipped. The romantic, sharp tugs at fabric exposing your flank, nails dragging over your hip, thigh, leg lifting.
Not hungry, at least not for food, the word whispered into the crook of your neck, nose bumping the lobe of your ear. Breath hot, making you shiver, the word purred as he guided your leg over his thigh, feeling a flush of embarrassment at how wet you were. Fingers digging, at your waist, into the curve of your buttocks guiding your hips to move, a gentle roll of motion that sent a riptide to try and steal your footing.
“Later, darling. Later.’
Good, good, because you were pretty sure if you attempted to cook right now it would burn. Either from your inattention, or the heat he stoked in you, felt like it spilled from your pores and still offered no relief, grinding shamelessly as he groaned as if you’d gutted him? Did that mean he could feel it? Breathing in short gasps, exhaling soft whimpers, the ache of his fingertips burying themselves into your flesh.
You shivered at the delicate pop of pleasure that spilled through you, eyes squeezed shut tight feeling the way it spilled out of your, dripping down your thigh as his lips kissed along your hairline, the hinge of your jaw. A sparkler at best, pretty, contained, sparks sizzling out before they could do much harm. The insistent press of his groin against your hip finally translating, core clenching around just the promise of it.
Stomach dropping as you were picked up, tossed towards the bed, watching his finger impatiently tug at the bow tie’s knot. The fabric tossed aside, a pulse of pressure as if he’d already started, pale in comparison but it stole your breath as he stalked towards the bed. The vicious twists of his fingers on the buttons of his vest, shrugging it off one shoulder, then the other as knelt at the foot and leaned forward.
A wife was demure, a wife was meant to let her husband lead. But how were you supposed to practice any of that when he was looking at you like that, gaze intense, heavy. The rapture when his gaze caught the garter exposed by the skirt that had rucked up high on your thighs, the barest sliver of decency left to you as your thighs pressed and rubbed together.
A wife was giving, sweet, understanding. Not the feral animal you felt like as he skimmed fingers from your knee to that band of fabric, the way he slowly eased it down running a finger underneath it and tugging gently. Of course you knew how you were supposed to act, but he made it so hard sometimes, feeling a kiss to the inside of your knee as you lifted your leg to assist.
What were you supposed to do when he crawled on top of you like that, as if there were muscles where there weren’t supposed to be. Fluid as ink spilling over a page, blocking the light overhead, your hands resting on his chest. Hard to breathe, like he stole the air away even as he pressed that delicious weight onto you, your legs parting at the press of his hips.
Maybe you should apologize? For the way you grabbed handfuls of his shirt to pull him down, fingers frantically undoing buttons the moment his lips touched yours. It wasn’t chaste, it wasn’t gentle, but it tasted sweeter than sugar cane, shamelessly opening your mouth at just the hint of the tip of his tongue against your lower lip.
There was nothing submissive about the way you shoved his shirt open to get to his skin, the way you molded the firm flesh under your palms. Feeling him press into the touch, the vibration of sound before it reached your ears, shifting restlessly beneath him. The need to feel his skin against yours outweighed precaution, or courtesy, fumbling with the clasps of his suspenders, half sobbing as you failed at what should have been a simple task.
“I can’t get them!’
The words tumbling out even as your fingers hooked the waistband of his pants to tug, tears of frustration dotting your lashes. Eyes rolling up to meet his, you gave another tug as if that could fix it, as if that would cause the stubborn things to come undone. He was staring at you, another soft tug before removing your hands. Too much, you weren’t supposed to do things like that, covering your face with your hands as you tried to calm yourself down.
An arm under your lower back, pulled tight against him, your hands flying towards his shoulders as the world shifted. Heart racing, rabbit quick but twice as clumsy, you stared down at him, fingernails digging in like a startled cat. You expected a smile, or perhaps a tease, but it was must more of that intense stare as though he were trying to puzzle something out.
Palm pressing down your spine, fingers splaying wide. Without a thought your spine curved, hips moving, trying to give him access to the part of you that was methodically corrupting all of your best intentions. Did he want your mouth there? Of course, what had you been thinking, ignoring the damned clasps and focusing on the fastening for his pants, working the zipper down and trying to scoot down. Chin to chest you could see the tip peeking out from the fabric of your skirt, pre cum seeping from the sli as you trailed your fingers along his length.
“I can’t.’
Couldn’t move lower, his hand and the delicious dull ache of his grip stopped you. Couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t let you. Were you doing it wrong, but then why? Frustrated and confused, you tried again, reprimanded by a slap against your left cheek that hurt despite the fabric cushioning. Startled, scooting farther up the bed, up his hips, feeling lust slick labia frame the line of his cock. You didn’t mean to rock your hips, but feel of him hot and hard and so close…
The press of his hand guiding the rhythm, his other taking hold of first one hand then the other to place on his chest. The thud of his heart under your fingertips, the swell of his cock so close and not close enough. But he didn’t like this position, you were meant to think of the children not sordid pleasure. That didn’t stop you from moving, finally getting a sample of the what you wanted, a nibble at the meal that could satisfy the hunger that gnawed at you.
“Go on, darling.’
It didn’t help, you weren’t close, not close enough by half, shifting a bit higher and gasping as you dragged your clit back and forth along his glans. A little further, a little more, fingertips digging at the slick glide of firm flesh over the eclectic pulse. His hand at your wrist, pushing at it until you moved it towards the junction of your thighs. Of course, you were being so selfish, using your poor husband who adored you. For shame.
The way he jumped feeling you cradle the cock head with your middle fingers before straddling it and squeezing as you ground down with your fingertips. The sound that pulled from him, the cherubim could never make heaven sound half as sweet. Eager to try and coax another one, you braced your weight on the hand pressed against his chest, and adjusted your hips.
“Darling…’ You opened your eyes, pleased to see the flush on his face, the bright gleam in his eyes. “Lovely as you are just like this, I may actually perish before you manage to rub together the brain cells needed.’
Were you not thrumming with pleasure, you might have had the ability to be upset he was calling you stupid. But you felt stupid, not a single thought that wasn’t immediately concerning the places where your body touched yours. And he wasn’t telling you what he needed, if he’d just tell you… You’d do anything he asked, hadn’t you proved that in the past?
“A little higher, darling.’ Scoot, breath hitching as your body lamented how close he was, clenching around nothing. “A little more.’
No, surely not. Any time you’d been more prurient than was acceptable, he’d been quick to remedy it. Besides, you liked when you were the one pressed to the bed, it was warm, safe, and it let him do whatever needed to be done. … For the children, of course. Lifting your hips, you guided the head of his cock to your entrance and started to lower yourself slowly.
Had to go slow, there was so much of him, a low whimper as he filled you, stretched you, wriggling as you forced each inch inside you, eyes locked on his. You couldn’t look away, watching his eyelids flutter, jaw tensing. It was so much with nothing more than your need trying to ease the way, thighs shaking when you stopped halfway, the familiar ache of your walls struggling to accommodate.
You nodded as he coaxed you, his pretty darling, you could do this, taking in another inch that felt so good it hurt, hips shifting, rocking, a whimper tangled in your larynx as you forced another. When you felt his hips nestled against yours your stopped, shivering, feeling your body clenching, caught between trying to pull him impossibly deeper and needing it out. Too much, it was too much, his hands moving to your hips as he lifted his own. Oh..
“Just like that, my precious darling.’
As if you could do anything but breathe, holding yourself up as he lowered his hips, pressing down again and letting out a soft cry as he slid in so easy. You could do this, hands on his ribs, feeling the way his breath caught as you began lifting and impaling yourself. That’s what it was, slowly picking up speed as his cock grew slick with the shameless production of fluids.
Each good he murmured as his fingers gripped your hips felt like a kiss, somewhere deep and dark, a thrum of pleasure that vibrated your bones. Who were you to deny him anything, he was so good to you, the soft fabric of your dress caressing your legs as you rode him. He was right, just like this, feeling your walls drag up along his length as you lifted yourself. The relentless pressure of his cock making room as you lowered yourself back down.
There was the firework you’d been wanting, the fuse lit and hissing like static in your ears as the pleasure sparked and left burns on your nerves. Close, you were so close, your movements hurried, hips falling before they’d truly lifted the way they had before. His praise stealing your breath like a hand wrapped around your throat, blindly pawing at one of the hands on your hip.
A gasp as he finally understood what you were seeking, palm pressing against your windpipe until your breath rattled past desperately trying to suck in oxygen. Spine arching, hips shamelessly grinding your clit against his groin as you came. Had to keep going, couldn’t disappoint him, couldn’t leave him aching when he was purring those pretty words for you.
“Yours, yours, Eddie.’ You whined, hips rolling even as the orgasm made the feel of him impossibly large. “Your darling, always.’
Shameless the way you moaned as his hips slammed up into yours as you dropped, feeling the fabric of his shirt catching under your nails. You lied, oh god you lied, feeling your body shudder as he fucked into you, your breathing shallow, trying to ignore the scream through your body of enough. He hadn’t said it was enough, and you were his good darling, his pretty wife who listened, did as she was told.
A shade of the orgasm that had left you shaking strolled along excited nerves, incited a riot that started as a low roar, clenching around him again. Legs shifting as you tried to get off, his thighs pinning your ankles, hands cruel as they gripped your hips and kept you moving. Of course, you couldn’t be selfish, but you wanted to be, holding your hips up longer than he liked, feeling him yank you back down until you began to keen into each thrust.
“Are you close, darling?’
To going mad? Yes. To choking on the pleasure that just kept pouring into a cup already full? Yes. But you kept going, because he wanted you to, because you wanted him happy. You wanted to feel him nestled deep inside and filling you as he came. You just also wanted that to happen sooner as you were caught on a razor’s edge that just kept cutting, and cutting, slamming your hips down and tightening your thighs around his hips as you came again.
Oh but the reward was worth it, feeling the scalding heat low in your belly as he came, the way he scrambled to pull you closer, the bite of his fingers around your throat. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see, mouth gaping open as if that would help open your throat to take in more oxygen. Even without his hand collaring the column of your throat it was hard to breathe, the flesh swollen, flush with blood. That was every part of you, collapsing on his chest, tucking your arms on either side of him as you cuddled close.
A low displeased noise when he shifted, a more insistently annoyed sound when he rolled onto his side crushing your leg beneath him. Not that you’d ask for him to move for anything in the world, feeling your core flutter around him as he finally pulled out. Something murmured in your ear as he finally had mercy and continued rolling until you were beneath him, squirming happily under the warm weight.
“Did you enjoy yourself, darling?’
Later the too sweet tone would filter through as you replayed the moment, but if he’d thought you brainless before…
“If you did, Eddie.’
The low hum in response felt like it vibrated through his chest into your own, nestling there. A token protest at best feeling his hand on your thigh, lightly tugging, the nudge of his cock against your center making you blink. Again? The press was insistent as his cock thickened, regaining the hardness that had flagged a moment ago.
I’m not sure if you do headcannons for multiple characters, but if you do maybe Franco, Eddie, and Trager with a creepy but sweet male reader? Like he always has a crazed expression or has weird tendencies, but is really sweet to them? I just think it would be an interesting dynamic to see them with a guy that’s big and scary, but is a complete sweetie with them.
Sorry for the length, have a great day/night!!!
FRANCO, EDDIE, AND TRAGER X LOVESICK (?) READER
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Romantic ♥️
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Warnings: mentions of blood, gore, death, psychopathic tendencies bc it's outlast.
FRANCO
-he thinks it's a little creepy at first, but eventually, he sees you as a non threat, despite your...tendencies.
-was it a little weird that you'd maim a reagent, then run up to him like an excited puppy?
-...Yeah a little. But nevertheless, he found it...sweet?
-"loyalty, I'd call it. Yeah, Reaaaal Fuckin' hard to find it these days" he'd said to you
-Sometimes, he'd catch one of the reagents and bring them to you, so he could watch you tear them apart.
-and every time, you'd offer their heart to him.
-Overall, he finds you perfect in that way. At least he knows you're DEFINITELY sticking with him!
-"You's like my own little bloodhound. Yeah...A good one too."
EDDIE
(for the sake of all of us, let's pretend he doesn't sterilize you, yeah???) ((unless ur into that ig. . .))
-The second he lays eyes on you, he not only decided you'd be the perfect partner.
-No, you'd be perfect no matter HOW he had you.
-he enjoys your sense of devotion, knowing he'd most definitely kill for you, and you'd do the same.
-God, seeing you as a whole different person with anyone but him just got him going in a way he couldn't even BEGIN to describe...
-He'd often scold you if you get your clothes dirty when "disposing" of someone who could be a threat to your relationship. He finds it sweet though.
-Every once in a while, you'd go on little "outings". Dates of sorts, little walks around the asylum.
-More or less it was Eddie's little warning to stay away, because if he wasn't going to do something about a problem, you were MORE than ready to
TRAGER
-he was originally going to use you in his little experiments...but after seeing you and your...uhm...EVERYTHING-
-"God, why do you look like that? What is with that face?!"
-yeah no, he lets you go out of both slight fear for himself, and pity.
-but...you kept coming back. Again and again, even when he could see you, you came back.
-you were more like a stalker, and admirerer. And he didn't totally hate it.
-oh, but he LOVED it one day. He had just found another subject, who had inconsequentially escaped his grasp. And he watched as you grabbed them by the arms.
-he watched as you sent a glass shard, deep, within their vital veins and arteries, with absolute precision. Almost as good as him!
-And from that day forth, you were his little psychopathic thing. His love, his muse, his...Well, whatever it was you were.
-"ah, my little ball of murder and affection...That sounds nice, hm, dear?"
warnings: gore, mild violence, female slurs, mentally ill!reader, eddie gluskin x fem!reader, domestic fluff bet y'all didn't see that coming
word count: 3,478
work - here comes the bride
a/n - sometimes you just have to out crazy the crazy . truly the only fair thing to do
There were three rules you learned to live by married to Eddie. One, you did not leave your room without Eddie. An easy one to remember, the discipline you’d received last time had definitely left the intended mark. Two, you smiled and thanked him for what he brought you to eat. Which wasn’t always easy, sometimes unsure as to what exactly it was he’d brought.
The third was one you came up with yourself, you hated Dennis but didn’t talk about him. To be fair Eddie didn’t like you talking about anyone other than himself, which made it easier to remember. Dennis and his family were the reason that Eddie left as often as he did.
Sending people down to bother them, to bother Eddie and make a mess of things. He was always very… upset when he came back from one of Dennis’ trespassers. Which made sense, as Eddie had explained when you’d stared at the blood staining him on more than one occasion, it was a man’s duty to defend his home.
And wife. Of course also his wife who was very well behaved and grateful for his protection. Obviously you were, the thing that had been on the saw blade’s table stayed fresh in your mind. You saw it sometimes when you were awake, freezing in place and rubbing at your eyes until it went away. It did, it always did.
But then it always came back too.
Thankfully he didn’t bring you to that room, or many of the others that made up the lower level he’d claimed for himself. The temptation to peek prickled under your skin when he tugged you past a door left ajar, but he was always so excited to show you the new thing he’d gotten for you.
There was, more or less, a functioning kitchen now, and hot water. The last one was a particular favourite as it meant being able to get clean. Properly clean, not using a rag pulled from a bucket to wipe at your skin. Only so much could be done using that method.
Settling very comfortably into rule number three, hearing the sound of someone shouting obscenities, you could feel yourself sulking and there wasn’t a lot that you could do about it. Eddie was going to come home in a temper, and you weren’t going to be able to have a hot bath like he promised. Getting all that blood out of his clothes was going to take most of the water, and the rest was most likely going to be used for dinner.
“Leave me alone!’
The terrified voice sounded close, which was the only thing outside of Eddie that could pull you out of your spiteful sulk. Not just the echo of it, the pitch clear, scooting off the bed to slide beneath it. No one had actually found you before, they were sent away or died. Either was acceptable, too many noises made your nerves jangle even with Eddie there to soothe them.
“Don’t! Just don’t!’
You could feel the vibration of heavy tread pounding closer, eyes locked on the door as you forced yourself to breathe. In, two, three. Out, two, three. When it flew open you stared wide eyed at the bare feet and tattered pants legs. The way the bare skin slapped against the floor made your nose wrinkle, disgusted when whoever it was ran across the room.
Eddie wouldn’t like it.
But he would do something about it, you had no doubt that whoever this was was absolutely going to regret coming into your room. It was while you were taking comfort in that thought that you realized two things very quickly. One, Eddie was not in the room yet. Somehow he’d lost the interloper and had yet to track him down.
And two, a bit more important, you could hear Eddie running towards the room but there was only one place in the room to hide. Even as you thought this, whoever it was that was fouling the air with sobs and whimpers, making poor use of the air they were stealing, realized it too. A body lurched under the bed like it had been thrown there, its shoulder skidding into yours.
“Who’s there?’
Bile burned your throat as hot breath washed over your face, feeling thicker than it should and smelling worse than the corpses. Not that they gave you a chance to answer, hand slapping over your mouth as Eddie barreled through the door. Their soft shushing made you angry, but not enough to want to bite down on the palm that was blocking your air. It smelled rank, dried blood scraping against your skin and an acrid scent you didn’t want to place.
“Where are you?’
A shiver rolled along your spine hearing the low growl so different from the sweet tweet that he offered you. You could practically dance with the way he talked, but this was different. It should have scared you, but all you could feel was a vicious glee knowing the thing under the bed with you was going to go away. Forcing a deep breath through the limited space allowed to your nostrils, you screamed.
Well attempted to scream, the sound muffled, cheeks aching as desperate fingers dug in trying to properly seal your mouth from making sound. Far too late, Eddie’s feet stopping, your hands shoving at the things chest and kicking. The bed being lifted didn’t surprise you, as it did the thing that was desperately trying to get you to stop. But the sudden starlight in front of your eyes as the tip of a shoe glanced your skull did.
“Got you!’
The guttural snarl did things that you filed away to look closer at later, rolling away as the thing scrambled to its feet trying to leave. Standing was not an option, your ears ringing like church bells as you crawled towards the door. Do not go outside the room without Eddie. An abrupt turn, curling into the corner behind it instead, trying to make yourself as small as possible.
Screams bounced off the walls, your hands lifting to cover your ears even as you stared at Eddie’s back as his arms swung. In, two, three. Out, two, three. Trying to block out the sound, you hummed a song that matched your count. A waltz. A waltz would be lovely, held close and feeling the song in Eddie’s chest as he hummed too.
Gurgling now, the soft thud of flesh on flesh, Eddie’s arms still swinging despite the fact there wasn’t anything to hit anymore. Even you could tell that without being able to see the thing that had disrupted your peaceful home. Finally there was only the sound of Eddie’s heavy breathing, and a slow dripping sound that reminded you of an IV. Drip… drip… drip…
“Eddie?’
For a large man he moved surprisingly quickly, and you watched fascinated as he spun and leapt at you in a fluid motion that made your breath catch in your throat. But instead of cradling you close, which is what you wanted, his fingers caught your jaw and gripped. You could feel his fingerprints like embossments on the bone, staring up at him wide eyed.
“What did you say to him? What did you say to that thing to make him paw at you like that?’
Nothing, your head jerking with your effort to shake it, held in place by slick fingertips that somehow were managing not to slip. He was mad the dress he’d made you had gotten dirty, eyes filling with tears as he glared down at you. You’d only been doing what you were told, struggling to rebalance onto your knees as he began to stand.
“Slut.’
Oh. Oh, he thought that you’d coaxed that thing into an assignation. A part of you wanted to look at it, to try and puzzle out why he’d think that, but his grip didn’t even let you speak. So you tried shaking your head again, your feet desperately moving beneath you trying to get onto them. If you could just touch him it would be easier, but he was practically vibrating with outrage. A bad idea.
“Don’t give me those crocodile tears, you must have called to him.’ Another aborted shake of your head, that only seemed to infuriate him. “How else could he have found you?!’
But he hadn’t, not really. It had just been an accident, a terrified creature running through the dim lighting and seeking refuge in one of the few dark places. You could feel the way pieces of your dress were sticking to your skin. Something on the floor must have gotten on to it, hands moving to the fabric the moment your feet were steady beneath you.
“My dress is dirty.’
The words were soft, sad, and you saw his right eye twitch, the thin disapproving line of his mouth easing slightly. His gaze lowered to where you were pinching at the fabric, pulling the clammy sensation away from your skin, then back to your face. A soft whimper escaped you when his fingers tightened, not that you’d thought it possible. But you couldn’t argue when there was a fresh twinge of pain among the dull ache his grip was causing.
“The stupid thing pushed me into muck and got my dress dirty.’
Stubbornly insistent on his outrage being properly redirected, you gripped his wrist and tugged. You needed a new dress now, one that was pretty for him. And to go kick what was left of the thing on the floor for upsetting Eddie. And he was upset, again. Hearing vague whispers carried down from above, or maybe you only thought you did, you could see out of the corner of your eye Eddie’s free hand clenching and unclenching.
Rule number three.
The release of your jaw was almost as painful as his grip had been, blood rushing into those areas that had been pressed tightly to bone. Except he still looked as angry as he had before, chest rising and falling in smooth waves. You could see the splatters of blood on his vest, and his bow tie was askew. That you could fix right away, reaching out to tug at the fabric until it sat right, giving it a satisfied little pat.
“Are you hungry, Eddie?’
Slowly, you used the back of your finger to flick something off his cheek. The brief, sharp movement made him go still, watching as you carefully cleaned his face with gentle swipes of your thumb. Not that the red didn’t make his eyes seem to glow, but you could hear his stomach rumbling, and his jaw was clenched so tightly. When he finally nodded, the movement stiff and forced, you smiled.
Threading your fingers with his blood slick ones, you backed out of the room and began walking towards the kitchen. It wasn’t easy making your way there blind, heel guided instead of toes, but the only person who knew the workshop better than you was the man currently stalking towards you. When you turned the wrong way, he tugged sharply to correct you, gaze colder than you’d have preferred but not nearly as angry.
He’d feel better once he ate, the silly man probably hadn’t eaten all day. Not that you were entirely sure what Eddie did when he wasn’t with you. Not that you wanted to know. There was a vague idea that sometimes scratched at the back of your mind, but it was easily ignored. Like a solicitor at the door. Flicking the light on as you backed into the kitchen, you watched his eyes narrow as they adjusted to the brightness.
Despite the pain, your eyes stayed open, wide open, enjoying the ability to be able to actually see him. He still hadn’t pulled his hand from yours, and that made it a little difficult to do things. But the fact he wanted to stay close to you made you giddy, feeling his eyes boring into you. Lifting the lid off the pan you’d used to make stew, a thankfully easy meal, you plucked a chunk out and turned to hold it out to him. He eyed it for a moment before leaning closer and taking it with his teeth.
“I found salt.’
Very pleased with yourself, you stared at his face waiting for his approval, hoping he wouldn’t disapprove. You’d found quite a few things the last time he’d brought you to the kitchen he was piecing together. Some of it had been in the box he’d tossed onto the floor, and others had been in the cupboards or cabinets. He was still slowly chewing, though you were sure that it was perfectly safe to swallow by now, staring at you with his head tilted slightly to the side.
“Did I put too much?’
A slow shake of his head, the ends of his lips twitching when you beamed at him. Good, good, if the food tasted terrible he wouldn’t eat and then what would happen? His fingers went slack in yours at the soft insistent tugging, patting his chest with both hands to slowly guide him to sit in the chair. The refrigerator hummed when you tugged it open, reaching in for the bowl covered plate as you tried to contain your excitement.
“I did find other things as well.’ You eyed the crossed arms when you turned, then his face again. “I know your stomach must be grumbling or you wouldn’t be so grumpy.’
The fingers resting on his biceps dug in, eyes narrowing at you though he didn’t stop you from settling on his knee. His jaw was working, which meant he was grinding his teeth, poor dear. He must be very hungry or he would have started talking by now. He liked to listen to you explain the things you’d found, and what you were going to do with them. Called it woman’s chatter, and it seemed to both amuse him and irritate him at the same time.
“That man-’
He stopped when the bowl broke as it hit the floor, eyeing it and then your too pleasant expression. Before he could continue that line of thought, you pinched off a piece of the spongey square on the plate and tapped his lower lip. You didn’t want to talk about that thing that got your dress dirty. And once he had a full belly he’d be far sweeter to you, as he was meant to be as your husband.
“It’s not quite applesauce cake,’ you despaired, watching as the bite slowly slid between his lips, feeling the pressure of his teeth against your thumb and forefinger tips. “I couldn’t find any baking soda, or cloves…’
But he hadn’t spit it out immediately so that was promising, pinching off a small bite for yourself. It was definitely an attempt, dense, and somehow still a little too moist, but overall it wasn’t terrible given your minimal supplies. Pleased, you pinched off another piece and held it out for him to take. There was a considering look in his eyes as he took it, and the next bite, and the one after that.
“You can’t stay in that room any longer.’
Stomach dropping, the plate wobbled on your hand as you struggled not to drop it as well. You didn’t want to be sent away, staring down at your attempt and fighting tears.
“I can clean it, I promise. It’ll be so clean you won’t even know something happened.’ His expression didn’t change, and your stomach twisted. “And my dress! I’ll get rid of the muck, you don’t have to worry. It won’t be easy but I can do it!’
Panic gnawed at you, ruthless, relentless. You didn’t need doctors if you had him, he was so much better than the medicine they’d give you. The world wavered and wobbled as you stared down at the “cake” on the plate through your tears. A finger pressing under your chin forced you to lift your head, feeling tears rolling over your cheeks.
“You will come with me and we will find a better room.’ Oh? Oh. Yes good, eagerly nodding your head as a smile curled your lips. “Something for you to decorate to your heart’s content. That’s something you’d like, isn’t it?’
Not getting sent away then. The relief that flooded your system left you weak, relieving the tension that had been steeling your muscles forcing them taut as you’d struggled against falling apart. You would make a good home for him, mind already listing the chores it would take before you’d even seen the room. A place for the dresses that he made you, and even a little washing area for when he came back… dirty.
“Yes.’
The word was practically sighed as you rested your head against his arm, another piece of the cake worked free from the mass and held to his mouth as you stared up at him. The look on your face must have chased away the rest of his anger because the smile that curled his lips was so sweet it warmed your chest like a sip of hot cocoa.
He nodded, taking the plate from you to eat himself, and you hopped off his lap to use the bowl you’d found to fill it with stew. You could feel his gaze on you as you filled the bowl, sorting through the remaining bread to find a piece without mold to tuck to one side. Not being sent away, that was good, a new place was even better. You were going to make him so happy he’d sing while he worked, as he should.
“My poor little wife had such a hard day.’ He murmured, and you turned to assure him that was not true.
The little… distasteful moment didn’t mean anything to you at all. Nothing mattered but his happiness, and he did look happier, setting the half empty plate on the ground beside him. When he held his hand out to you, there wasn’t a moment’s hesitation, eagerly settling yourself on his lap and tucking close as he draped his arm across your lower back.
“She needs a good soak to make it better, don’t you think?’
Your head was nodding before he’d finished speaking, gaze falling down to the stained fabric with a slight wobble of your lower lip. It was a shame that you were dirty, Eddie liked you clean. Liked being able to see the possessive marks he’d left littered across your skin like dark constellations. When you were dirty they were half hidden like clouds blotting out the sky.
It took you a moment to realize he meant now, the bowl taken from your hand, fingers lightly digging into your hip in a silent prod to move. When you moved towards the small screen that had been set up to offer some privacy to the bather he tsked softly. Picking at your forefinger, you looked over your shoulder and then back to the screen.
“Leave the clothes, and wipe down before you get in the bath.’ Despite the cheerful tone, his eyes were hard, the curve of his lips sharp. “Goodness knows what’s on you, you don’t want to sit in that muck, do you?’
No… No, you didn’t. Teeth worrying at your lower lip, you walked back towards him and knelt after you turned. The fastenings were difficult to get on your own, though you’d tried before. The growing anxiety dissipated like mist in the rising sun when he pressed a kiss to your shoulder as he undid them for you. Peeling the dress away from your chest, you stood and wiggled out of it, feeling the ghost touch of his fingertips skim over your skin.
The scraping sound of metal over concrete captured your attention, looking down to see a cloth in a bucket half full with water. Wringing it out carefully, you wiped the cloth over your skin watching the water in the bucket darken with each rinse. But when you looked down at your skin, you could see it properly again, a smile tugging your lips as you looked yourself over.
“Good girl.’ Your knees threatened to give out at the low croon, attention shifting to him and smiling. “Don’t forget to turn on the light for Daddy, hm?’
Nodding, you hurried towards the tub tucked behind the screen, turning on the water faucet to begin filling it with hot water. Before he had to remind you, you turned on the lamp set up behind the tub, adding heat as the high powered light brightened. You could soak, but it was important you also made sure every inch of you was clean.
The fact that the light cast your silhouette onto the privacy screen was not important.
just as a lil treat let me know if y'all want a side quest of the reader killing Dennis in a jealous fit
I'd like your thoughts on Eddie Gluskin with a shy s/o, please. 💖
DELUSIONAL. DELUSIONAL. DELUSIONAL. and did i forget something.... oh yea- DELUSIONAL!!!
we've seen eddie's lines just from his chase dialogue alone, so I think we all know he'll relish and love a shy darling so much! Would give playful and flirty comments such as asking if they're all shy just because of him? he's honored
sum hcs:
(cw: yandere (it's eddie gluskin we're talkin about lol), slight nsfw)
It's perfect for him if you're shy because now he doesn't have to discourage you from seeing other people, you're doing that on your own <3
Takes you being shy as a sign to double- no... TRIPLE the amount of affection for you. Maybe if you see how much he loves you, you'll come out of your shell? like how you go pspspsp to a stray cat to show you have good intentions; of which eddie holds nothing but only the best and loveliest intentions for his sweetheart!
You being shy gives him so much cuteness aggression it's insane. So much cuteness aggression. Get ready for him hugging you so tight to the point you can't actually breathe for a few seconds; or him picking you up by the underarms, lifting you in the air for a moment... before just shaking you like a snowglobe. Cuteness aggression might get too much though, where he has to go out and shake off the excess energy by stabbing and carving a buncha people.
Ah, ah, ah! But don't be getting too shy on him. He still needs his daily (hourly, minutely) dose of affection from you as well. Being shy to the point of completely avoiding him and refusing to make eye contact or to speak with him will make him slightly... agitated.
Might even confront you upfront about it. Why does his darling hide from him?... AVOID him? Is he that unbearable to you? What does a man have to do to get the love of his life to just spare ONE measly GLANCE at him, since apparently he's not deserving of such affection?
If the avoidance seriously gets too serious and long for his liking... you might notice he comes back a little more on edge, a little more bloody, and a little more messy from his kills. He'll assure you he is fine with that cheery smile, but you can see his shaky hands clenching and unclenching.
Don't worry though, the remedy literally costs almost nothing for this man. Just sigh and give him... maybe one small hug, and he is BACK to normal. Better even. He is back to having heart eyes, and singing from the top of his lungs about how his darling loves him! they love him! and he loves them so as well <3 Afterall, there is a saying that the greatest thing you'll ever learn, is to love and be loved back! <33
nsfw:
Your shyness turns him on actually lol. He gets so hard.
Will toy with and relish on your shyness. Finds the way you try to stifle and quiet down you moans or avoid eye contact with him cute and unbearably endearing.
Besides, he can always just hold your hands down and pick up the pace if he wants to hear you loud and clear <3
Will do mirror sex and hold your chin in place so that you have nowhere to look but at the reflection of him taking you. Will absolutely not break eye contact with you. Ever.
The day when you're under him, and you look up at him and hold eye contact willingly, WILLINGLY looking at your dear husband with pleasure.... he might actually start tearing up. Will make the both of you cum the hardest than ever before.
Might keep a diary entry about it LMAOO. Along with all your other milestones with him <3 oh diary he's so excited!!!! maybe he can expect you to start initiating hand holding next? Maybe have you start hounding your dear ol' eddie now?? Oh he truly has found the one <3
Eddie but he eats your pussy please PLEASE 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
Eddie Gluskin Giving Head
As soon as Eddie saw you were the slightest bit feminine already, he chased you down through the asylum, scaring the living daylights out of you. You yelped and cried, running as fast as the obstacles around the old rooms would let you, hopping over desks, sewing equipment, bodies…
Just as you thought you found the exit to this hellhole, two strong arms yanked you back roughly, pulling a terrified scream from your throat.
“Don’t leave me. I can’t be alone!”
You thrashed and cried as he dragged you back to his operating table, slamming you down onto it hard. His icy blue eyes were fuel to the dread as he stared down at your body with crazed awe, his big hands almost shaky as they ran down your sides.
“Hold still now, darling.” Eddie flashed his perfect white teeth as he felt your waist and hips, looking you over as if you were a used toy. “You’re perfect as you are, darling. This here?” He set his hand on your crotch. “Is a warm place to welcome my seed. To grow our family.”
Your teary eyes widened and you shook your head quickly, about to thrash again but his strong hands immediately stilled you, and it was then you knew you were trapped under him. He was too strong…
You were fucked.
Eddie ripped your pants off in one quick tear, earning a squeal from you. With a soft grunt, he tore your panties off next and dumped the rags to the floor.
“Let me fill you up.”
Before you could protest, the man’s head shot down between your thighs. Your eyes nearly popped out of your skull when you felt a thick, hot tongue shove its way inside your pussy.
“Ah! Oh!”
You jolted up in surprise, only to be slammed back down roughly with a single big hand splayed on your belly, Eddie’s tongue gyrating and wiggling in your hole like it was the best ice cream cone he’d ever tasted.
Your eyes fluttered and you let out a shaky moan, not being able to fight it anymore. It felt good. Really good.
“Mmmh, ah… hah…”
You rose your hips up against Eddie’s mouth, rocking a little as he lapped, suckled and tongued your soaked pussy. He knew what to do; abusing the folds at the top where your clit was hiding, swirling his tongue as two fingers entered you. The intrusion made you moan like a porn star, throwing your head back as you grind against his tongue.
“Mmm… darling, you are a delicacy.”
Eddie murmured constant little ‘darlings’ and moans, the vibrations of his sounds adding to the undeniable pleasure you endured.
Hi hi!!! Love your writing so much 🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶 Could I please request more of Eddie and his bride? I’m not picky but if you need something more for inspiration then maybe something revolving around the bride getting pregnant? Since Eddie is so eager for it, hehe
warnings: pregnancy mention, mentally ill!reader, eddie gluskin x fem!reader
word count: 1,047
work - Here Comes the Bride side quest
a/n - here you go darling xoxo, nothing insinuated or anything like that considering this is mount massive, i have no future plans that may be heart wrenching what do you mean?
Your dress didn’t fit.
At first you thought it was because you’d been too hasty in pulling it on, after all Eddie said you could go for a walk and while he loved you dearly sometimes his patience wore very thin. But after smoothing the fabric, twice, thrice, frice? No that wasn’t right, but unimportant in the scope of somehow shrinking the pretty thing that he’d made you.
He had recently gone through your wardrobe to add little accents here and there, you’d spent an entire day standing on a chair, or table, while he worked. This one hadn’t been worked on though, it hadn’t been clean and he couldn’t sully himself with your dirty things. Tears pricking your eyes, you yanked the it over your head, glaring down at the dress and felt your forearms shake as you pulled.
Wait, no stop, hold on, moving the dress away you stared downwards. …. No… Yes? Rule one barely a gossamer thought as you rushed out of the room looking to the kitchen. Outside of his workshop it had the best lighting, and that mirror by the tub. The slap of your bare feet was loud, counting the doors and shouldering through the one that led to the kitchen to turn on the lamp.
Okay, taking a deep breath you held it for a moment, hands held out low with your fingers spread as you took another. Correcting your posture, you took one more breath before turning your head to look at your reflection in the mirror.
It could be just a bit of bloating, tucking the arm closest to the mirror behind you as you stared. Your woman’s woe was due any day now surely. The last one was… You blinked owlishly at your reflection’s confused expression, then looked back down to the curve that you did not recognize. It’s not like that could happen overnight, how had you not noticed.
Well it wasn’t a soccer ball or anything, you argued back just as fiercely as you chided yourself, twisting a bit, fingers lightly prodding. Was this why he’d been so eager to made changes to your dresses? Had he noticed even if you hadn’t? Did that make you a bad mother, oh he’d be so disappointed if you were. Pouting, your fingers traced the curve trying to figure out if it was low enough to be what you thought or… Were they low? Maybe it was meant to be higher?
“Darling?’
Oh! Eddie, a smile curled your cheeks, spinning away from the mirror. He sounded close, hovering on waiting for him to find you, he really liked that game, or running to him. He did like how eager you were to see him, called it puppy love and just as adorable. How had you managed to find such a devoted and loving husband.
“Why aren’t you dressed?’
His tone startled you out of the warm thoughts you’d been lost in, not angry, though it simmered beneath the confusion. You couldn’t tell him, but sometimes you liked the nip of his temper, the way it made him just a little too rough. It was exhilarating. Now was not the time, your hands dropping to your stomach as you remembered why you’d run mad dash through the halls.
Oh no, what if he’d heard the slap of your feet and thought you were in danger? You really needed to be more mindful, it was poor taste to make him worried, closing the distance in a rush and wrapping your arms around his waist.
“I’m okay, the dress didn’t fit.’
Well that was a very short hand version, mushing two thoughts together as the third swelled like a hot air balloon taking up far too much space. What if? A hand settled low on your back, the other on the back of your head as he stayed silent. To be fair that didn’t really answer the question, there were other dresses you could have put on.
Tilting your head back, his expression was blank, as if still trying to figure out if he wanted to be concerned, or upset, or furious, or… Eddie had a lot emotions, obviously you liked happy the best, but he was a very complex creature. Like a switch had been flicked the lines of his face shifted, the hand cradling your head moved to cup your cheek.
“Tell me? What is it, darling?’
“I don’t know for sure,’ you started slowly, nuzzling against his palm, something slicking your cheek as you did. “But I think we did it.’
“Did what?’
Why wasn’t he getting excited? What did he mean by what? Your fingers briefly dug in before you forced yourself to relax. It wasn’t his fault, you weren’t explaining things properly, taking a step backwards. You waited til he mirrored it before taking another, pulling him towards the mirror as a puzzled smile curled his lips.
“Look.’
Wiggling out of his hold, you turned and tucked your arm behind you again, staring at the curve that had not gone anywhere. You could see his confusion only getting worse, so you trailed your fingers over it again, before letting out a huff and taking hold of his wrist to place his hand there. Men were such silly things, they needed guidance and that’s what good wives were for.
Absolutely worth it watching the confusion shift, several emotions playing across his face as you watched his thought process play out like a silent film. A couple weren’t what you were expecting, but even as you attempted to understand he spun you around and knelt down. Awe, joy, yes good, those were acceptable. You liked those, carefully petting his hair as he kissed the little bump.
All warm and happy, you couldn’t help the feeling of something cold, like it was tapping on your shoulder, glancing over your shoulder and finding nothing behind you. Maybe it would be real this time, Eddie would love that. When he beamed up at you it shoved the past further into the back of your mind, where it belonged, closing a door on the screaming that had been softly ringing in your ears like tinnitus.
The past had no place here when you were building a future with the best husband.
warnings: gore, mild violence, female slurs, mentally ill!reader, breeding kink, overstim, use of Daddy (by Gluskin), eddie gluskin x fem!reader
word count: 2,669
work - here comes the bride
Staring up at the ceiling as Eddie pulled you along, you tripped over a thick cord, making it TWANG loudly in the silence. The look he sent over your shoulder was less than amused, but he didn’t snap at you as he followed your gaze upwards.
“Low hanging fruit,’ he joked, before his expression darkened, voice going low with anger. “Loose moraled women, all of them. Not a single one of them would have known faithfulness if it bit them! They all tried to leave me. Or refused to try and survive a bit of surgery for our children.’
Eyes wide, your fingers ached from where his own squeezed your hand too tightly. The set of his jaw, the half snarl on his lips, Eddie was still handsome but now he looked dangerous. You watched him as you very carefully walked over cords to move closer to him. When he looked back to you, your wide eyes, the anger melted away.
“Oh… oh no, they’ve frightened you haven’t they, darling.’ The low croon was soothing, even though it hadn’t been the bodies at all. “I’m a fool, of course your delicate sensibilities would be horrified to the core at such obscenity.’
That wasn’t it, you weren’t horrified at all. Yes it was grotesque, but they were dead, carefully stepping over the rest of the thick cords. Wrapping your arms around his chest, you could feel his chuckle against your cheek rumbling.
“I don’t like heights.’ You finally whispered, looking up at the bodies hanging above.
“Ah, well then it’s very good I will always catch you should you fall.’ He paused as if considering. “From a ledge or somesuch. If you turn into some sort of fallen woman I’ll have to gut you, obviously. As it would gut me to find out my darling would betray me.’
His voice was so conversational, calm as if discussing what should or shouldn’t be bought at the store. Humming under his breath, he caught your hand again and gently placed a hand at your lower back to waltz out of the room. The cheerful mood was contagious, listening to him begin singing a song you didn’t recognize.
I don’t know much about her, and yet I know I love her…
You were all spun around, didn’t know which way you were going, but it didn’t matter with his voice ringing out in the dark.
Does she go la da da da I don’t care? I’ll say she does.
There was a brief jerk through his torso as his shoulders slammed back into a door to open it, his hand pressing you closer and turning to dip you low with a broad smile. Your fingers threaded with his, the others curled over his shoulder gripped tightly in surprise feeling the stitchwork as the fabric bunched. Light headed as he pulled you upright again, Eddie spun the two of you into the room.
And does she crave a wedding and everything? I’ll say she does!
You kept missing parts, you could tell, the words fading in and out of your mind and then greedily grasping at others. A gasp escaped you when he gave you a sharp shove, his grip tight on your wrist as you half spun before being yanked sharply back to his chest, held tightly as he lifted his other hand to skin his fingers along your cheek as he twisted your arm behind you to secure you.
Was she happy to get the ring? You bet she was.
Shoulder aching, you could feel his chest rising and falling as he stared down at you. He forced you backwards, the music in the air growing louder and at first you were confused. Eddie wasn’t singing, not anymore, but you could still hear the song. Unable to look away from him, you jumped when the backs of your calves hit something.
“You are happy, aren’t you darling? It is my top priority, your happiness.’
Voice a low croon, he finally released your arm and you fell backwards with a gasp only to find your fall arrested by a few thin pallets on a metal frame. Resting on your elbows, you watched as he leaned down, expression glowing with delight, possessive joy. A large hand moved to your waist, guiding you to scoot farther back onto the makeshift bed, sliding to spread his hand low on your belly.
“Well, I must admit it may not be my first priority,’ his fingers curled, the tips digging into you as his breathing shortened before he forced himself to calm. “But it is important that you’re happy, poor mood can affect a baby, you know? And we wouldn’t want a miserable child.’
“I’m…’ you paused, trying to sort through what you were feeling, staring up at his silhouette in the dark.
“I know! I know, I find myself struggling with words too. So hard to describe the joy I feel having found you.’ He leaned down to kiss you, his weight rested against your stomach, pressing, forcing you to lay back as he murmured against your lips. “But we will be so happy. I’ll fill you up until the joy simply spills out of you to make room for more.’
Your head landed on something firm, hands moving to Eddie’s shoulders as your brow furrowed in confusion. But he didn’t seem to notice, humming under his breath as he skimmed his lips along your cheek, to your ear. His hips pressed down, grinding himself above the thigh he’d straddled with a low groan that sent a wash of warmth down your body. As if the hot breath against your ear was able to reach further a few inches.
“I can already see you,’ his fingers spread wide before curling again, making your writhe before his hand relaxed and moved upwards to cup your breast. “Swollen with my child, glowing as all mothers do. You’re going to be so beautiful…’
When he pulled back, you were surprised by the cold expression on his face, squirming in an attempt to move away but the thing behind you rocked awkwardly. Sitting up, you looked behind you and found a torso, one of the pectorals sawed open and stuffed with what looked like cloth. One blink, and then another before feeling an arm wrap around you, fingers taking hold of your chin to turn your head.
The smile on his lips didn’t reach his eyes, though they crinkled at the edges. But now you’d seen it, knew what it was. Now you noticed other things, things that hadn’t filtered through before. The blanket under your hand was stiff with dried blood, there was a hand wearing a carefully stitched lace glove near your hip. You couldn’t unsee it, but you didn’t have to look at it, hands lifting to slide over his shoulders, twining your arms around his neck.
He seemed surprised, his expression cracking at the edges. Apparently he’d expected you to start screaming, or run away? But why would you? He loved you, had called you his darling, pulling yourself to press a kiss to his lips. And then another, chaste things that made him shiver, the hand on your breast squeezing until you gasped at the ache.
“My darling… You… you really are happy, aren’t you?’
When you nodded, he grinned broadly, hand moving to give a hard yank at the fabric covering your chest and you felt it tear. The collar left a burning line against the back of your neck, his fingers skimming along your collarbone, up to lightly grasp your throat as he kissed you. It was a hard kiss, your mouth opening to avoid your teeth cutting into your lips, and his tongue slid inside your mouth to playfully stroke along yours.
Your hips lifted as he tugged at the waistband of the thin fabric pants you wore, your legs pinned as he shifted, kneeling on them before finally managing to get them to your ankles. Fingers tugging at the bow tie at his throat, you fumbled at undoing it only to have your hands lightly slapped away.
“Oh no, darling. This is about you.’ A hand rested lightly on your thigh, sliding upwards making you shiver as his lips brushed yours when he spoke. “I want you eager for my seed, to make your body crave it so your womb can be its most fertile.’
You agreed, not fully understanding what that meant, his fingers dipping between your thighs and pressing two slowly inside. Knees bent, you fell back as he stroked, curling his fingers so the tips dragged over a bundle of nerves that sent waves of electric heat shooting through your body. He was humming again, blue eyes staring down at you as you writhed, your hands clutching at his shoulders trying to pull him down to you. But he was adamant, unmoving except for the thrusting of his fingers, his thumb slowly gliding back and forth over your clit.
“No need to be quiet darling, I want to hear you. Those delicate little whimpers, sweet whines… your… screams.’ A particularly rough grind of his thumb caused your whole body to jerk. “Scream for Daddy, darling.’
The pleasure coiled low in your belly, sparks racing through your veins, body shifting restlessly until the pleasure ignited, spine arching as your hips shamelessly rolled against his hand. It didn’t stop, and you felt the scream he’d requested building in your lungs, trapped there as your body went taut as a wire caught with an electric current. But then his fingers stilled inside you, pressing against that spot and grinding, his thumb harshly rubbing against your clit until you did. You screamed because it hurt, but it felt good to hurt, or was a good hurt, you couldn’t think, your legs kicking as you tried to move away.
“Now, now, no need to fuss, darling…’ you couldn’t breathe until he pulled his hand away, thighs trying to close. “That was wonderful, you… you looked so wonderful. The way you let me bring you to such reckless abandon against your better nature…’
His hand lifted to his mouth, licking his finger tips, chasing the wetness that had been forced under the fingerless gloves. You expected him to undress, watching him peel off first one glove, and then the other, but he didn’t. Tossing them aside, he maneuvered between your legs, hands rubbing along your thighs as he continued crooning how beautiful you looked. Where his fingertips were rough, his palms were soft, smoothing up your thighs to cup your hips. Squeezing, he dragged his nails down, a whine escaping you even as he slid his hand between your legs again his other hand forcing your thighs apart.
“Darling please, I know that a good girl like you is disgusted by this sort of depravity, but think of the children.’
He was relentless, bringing you again and again, until your throat was raw from screaming. And still he continued, raining kisses along your throat, his teeth savaging the skin when you clenched around his fingers. Your skin became slick, the dried blood sticking to your back as you shoved and clawed at him even as he crooned platitudes in your ear.
When he finally stopped, you sobbed with relief, staring up at him through wet eyelashes as he beamed down at you. Watched as he slowly finished pulling the tie from his throat, unfastened his vest, then unbuttoned his shirt to carefully set aside before reaching down to undo his slacks. Feeling the head of his cock pressing against you, you couldn’t help trying to scoot back, shoulders knocking against the torso behind you. His hips pressed, and you felt your already abused flesh slowly give way.
“I’ll need to ask for your forgiveness for putting you through this, but Daddy knows best.’ He purred through clenched teeth, shivers running down your spine as he forced each inch into you. “Finally finding you, someone worthy of bearing my children? I can’t believe how lucky I-’
It was too much, your entire body clenched, thighs rubbing against the fabric of his slacks. You lost track of what he was saying, it was just noise to you as he forced your body to take him to the hilt. His jaw scraped against yours, the beginnings of a five o’clock shadow as he let out a low groan when your inner walls pulsed around him.
But that was the end of his patience, that tired flutter of protest, his hips pulling back to thrust forward again drawing a harsh croak from your throat. You were wet, yes, but not enough, but he didn’t seem to notice slowly levering himself up on one arm, his elbow resting on the cot by your neck to drape his forearm over it making it hard to breathe.
“-wait to see our children, darling. I hope they have your eyes, and when you give me a son I’ll teach him-’
Distantly you could hear that he was still speaking, fading in and out like an old radio station. The hurt was slowly shifting into something else, your body reluctantly attempting to rally one last time. There was an ache spreading, even as Eddie’s cock slid easier. You couldn’t help wondering if the increasingly violent thrust of his hips had torn something, your hands scrambling to hold on to him as an orgasm carved its way through your body leaving you seeing white before everything went dark.
When you finally managed to open your eyes again, your head ached, realizing he’d tangled his fingers in your hair to angle your head back. His teeth had left several bites on your throat, his words sounding muffled. Hands weakly shoving at his shoulders, he lifted his head to grin at you, hints of red between his teeth, a smear of blood on his chin.
“You’re too good to Daddy, darling.’ He crooned, kissing you, and you could taste the blood on his tongue when it thrust into your mouth.
The pace shifted, you felt it, his teeth catching your lower lip as he panted. They were shorter, harder, your body screaming as it rocked with the power of them. Hands grasping at him, your nails dragged furrows down his back, his teeth biting down on your shoulder as he came. You’d thought you couldn’t feel anything, but the hot spurts trickled through the aches and throbbing, shifting beneath him even as his hips ground against yours as if trying to thrust in deeper.
“Golly…’ he rasped, weight slowly lowering as if he couldn’t keep his own weight supported.
Unable to speak yourself, you instead hid your face in the crook of his neck. Minor complaints from every inch of your body were making themselves known, and you knew that later it would be so much worse. The bite marks along your neck and upper chest throbbed, your abdomen felt like it was try to cramp but couldn’t muster the energy. And between your legs… You ached fiercely already, but still managed to wrap one of your legs around his, loathe to let him pull out of you.
“Just give me a moment, darling.’ His hand lazily stroked along your side, pressing a kiss to your ear. “I’m sorry I… spent myself so quickly, I’ll do better next time.’
Your heart stuttered in your chest. Quickly? When he rolled on to his side, he took you with him, nuzzling your throat, an arm tight around your waist. Even then he seemed to make sure that he didn’t pull out, his arm moving, hand sliding along your ass to pull you other leg to his hip.
“Give me… a moment to catch my breath.’ Another kiss, this time to your cheek. “I know the act is distasteful for you, such a good, darling girl. But we simply must endeavor.’
You felt him smile when you hesitated for a moment before nodding. It was, after all, your honeymoon.
a/n - The song is another Al Jolson song “I’ll say she does” because no one can convince me Eddie doesn’t know every single one of Jolson’s songs
Put a finger down if you have hundreds of hours on a video game from 2011 that’s objectively (story wise) weaker than its predecessors but it’s still your special interest and has been for the past 5 years and it used to be just that one game but now the special interest has evolved to the entire series becoming an integral part of your personality and its probably going to stay that way forever.
Drip drip drip drip. The sounds of water falling to the ground echoed in the small chamber called Beggar's Row. A thin, nervous woman known as Rot sat on her dirty bedroll, playing with her Doll she had lovingly named Fungus. The dolls hair was matted and stained,it's dress nothing but a red scrap of cloth.
The sound of the door to Beggar's Row opened with a creek,Snilf and Edda having returned from a day of begging in the market.
Snilf:“Managed to get enough for supper tonight,Rot.”he said,a smile on his tired face. “The meat vendor even gave me some of her Horker meat that's only a couple days away from going bad.”
Rot: Looking up from her doll,she smiled up at the elderly beggar. “We have potatoes and cabbage too,and I still have that fat from the bacon the temple gave us a few months back,we could chop the meat and make a hash.”she said,setting her dolly down and crawling to the fire.
Pulling out a small jar full of bacon drippings from the small alcove Snilf had made into the wall,and grabbing the small knife that was next to the pan,Rot began to chop up a cabbage while Edda peeled a couple of potatoes. Snilf made sure to cut the meat into equal cubes as well. Once everything was cut and diced,the pan was hot enough to cook on. The bit of bacon drippings that Rot had put in the pan sizzled loudly as she put the meat, potatoes and chopped cabbage into it.
While the food cooked,Snilf began to speak,his voice gentle and steady.
Snilf: “Rot,how would you feel about helping out at the temple? I spoke to Maramal today and he mentioned he needed someone to help him clean the temple grounds after the last wedding that happened. He said he'd be willing to pay in gold and in food.”
Rot looked up at him with wide doe-like eyes. Helping at the temple,food,coin. She could be helpful. She could be good. She could bring food back to the others,maybe even get them some new clothes,or maybe get a night at the Inn.
Rot: “Rot will do it! Rot will help at the temple!”she said excitedly. Her eyes sparkling like lightning bugs as she spoke.
Snilf just smiled and nodded his head. His hand going to ruffle her hair.
Snilf: “We will have to get you a bath at the inn, after supper tonight then.”he said gently. Rots face was covered in dirt,her hair was wild,tangled,and full of bits. Baths, especially ones with soap,were a bit hard to come by for Beggar's. However today had been a good day, 50 gold coins were in Snilf’s pocket. Enough to pay for a bath,soap,and for a knit comb.
A few hours passed and Rot and Snilf have just returned from the Inn. Rot was clean,smelling softly of lavender flowers,and her once wild and matted hair was clean and in two neat braids. While they were away,Edda had cleaned up the cooking supplies and had even put down some fresh bedding for Rot down. Unknown to Snilf and Rot,Edda had gone out and stolen a bit of fresh straw,a sheet that had been left on someone's clothes line,and a blanket and pillow from a hunter's camp site. Rot would be comfortable and clean for her big day tomorrow.
Rot: “Rot thinks Snilf and Edda should sleep in clean bed. They help Rot out so much and must be sore.”she said softly. Rot had grown close to the two beggars that had taken care of her,and she wanted them to be comfortable too.
Both only shook their heads.
Snilf: “You have a big day tomorrow,you must be well rested for it. We'll be comfortable in our bedrolls”Snilf said,his town tired and gentle.
After getting into bed,they all said good night and went to sleep. Rot having been tucked in by Snilf and going right to sleep with her dolly in her arms.
Imagining Taliesin realizing just how clueless Marie really is about danger. Like girl has NO sense of it. Dark cave in the middle of markarth hold? Must be full of so many ingredients for potions! In stormcloak territory?Let's pop into Windhelm for food! Locked in a cage after being kidnapped by bandits? Maybe they're just having a bad day!
My mans thought he had anxiety before hand. Then the gods tossed this fucking thing at him and he wonders how the hell she survived this long!
La Mode, Pl. 312, 6 juillet 1833, Paris. Chapeau de paille d'Italie orné de plumes de Me. Beauvais, Rue Ste. Anne. Robe de mousseline brodée façon de Mle. Victorine. Capote de mousseline brodée doublée de soie. Robe de chalys magasins de Gagelin. Echarpe de blond. Digital Collections of the Los Angeles Public Library
The woman on the left is wearing a white dress with gigot sleeves and a tippet. She is wearing white gloves and is holding a parasol in her hands. She is wearing a white bonnet decorated with feathers. The woman on the right is wearing a yellow dress with floral print, gigot sleeves, a tippet, and a black shawl around her neck. She is wearing gloves and is holding a parasol in her hands. She is wearing a blue capote decorated with bows.
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