I just saw my favorite Coyle author agree to writing an Eddie dabble... Im the person on their knees BEGGING rn for Eddie losing his absolute mind over finding someone AFAB in the facility 🧎(PLEASEPLEASEPLEEEAAASE)
tags & content: SUGGESTIVE, implied future rape/non-con, talks of forced pregnancy, non-con kissing, talks of forced marriage, size difference, restraints, minor injuries, afab reader
“You’ll let me love you, won’t you, darling?”
The manic desperation in his voice makes your blood run icy cold. Panic claws hard at your chest, but no matter how much you jerk against your restraints, you won’t budge. Eddie’s hands are strong, far too strong, strong enough that the pressure pinning your hips against the wooden table hurts. You don’t think he’s aware, not with the way he’s nuzzling his nose into the soft flesh of your stomach, his eyes ablaze with manic affection.
Your legs are trapped thoroughly beneath him, the broad size of him making it impossible to buck him off. You knew the moment he got his hands on you it was over. The blood caked at your temple tickles the crease of your eye, an inconvenient reminder of the fuss you’d tried to put up when he discovered you.
Eddie had been livid one moment, unable to comprehend why you would want to run away from him. The next, he’d kissed your temple, cooing over you, trailing the blood with frantic kisses down your neck and all the way to your exposed stomach. Apologising and nuzzling his nose into any bit of flesh he could. His breath, slightly laboured from wrestling you into your restraints, puffed against your skin.
“Oh, darling,” he moans, a delirious smile on his face as he presses his cheek against your stomach, laying his head flat there. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for you? How lucky you are that no other vile sluts got their hands on you first?”
Your breath hitches, wrists throbbing from the biting rope. “Please, stop—”
“Shh, shh,” Eddie whispers, slow and deliberate, lifting his head from your stomach to lean up over you. You whimper, try to shrink back into the stiff wood beneath you, but you’re completely trapped. Your chin jerks in some attempt to avoid his hand, but it cups your cheek and forces your teary eyed gaze back to him. When you turn it the other way, his thumb hooks under your jaw and forcefully drags your head back to him. “You wouldn’t hide that beautiful face from me, would you? I didn’t mean to frighten you, darling. I’m awfully sorry.”
You see his eyes, shadowed by the darkness, flicker down to your lips. You feel his grip on your face twitch, tightening, and you try to press your lips together in a futile attempt to save yourself from what you know is coming. It doesn’t work, and his mouth seizes yours brutally enough to make you gasp.
It’s hardly a kiss. It completely steals the breath from your lungs, the pressure bruising and uncomfortable. His licks your teeth and your flesh with a ragged, barely contained groan, his hips twitching slightly between your legs. You feel him mutter something against your lips, like he’s scolding himself, reluctantly prying his mouth from yours and easing his hips back.
“I only want to love you,” Eddie purrs, trailing hungry kisses back to your stomach, dragging his tongue across the flesh above your panty line. His hand presses over your stomach, large and warm, slowly massaging the space there with obsessive vigour. You shiver, swallowing down a whimper. “To plant my seed—right here. Yes, soft and warm for our children.”
You eyes snap wide, shaking your head frantically. “No, no.”
Eddie’s eyes flicker to you for a moment, before he sighs against your flesh and kisses where your womb would be. “Oh, darling. I know it’s scary. But I’ll love you. I’ll look after you, as my beautiful, beautiful wife. Don’t you worry.”
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