so many gross thoughts about eddie... so here's one.... for now.....
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tags: fem!virgin!reader (has vag and boobs), porn with only a little plot, little bit of erotic asphyxiation, breeding kink, bit dubcon, sir kink, getting married yay, lots of talk of getting u pregnant just forewarning, also wrote this with a hand down my pants so its probably awful
You tried to take in breaths, but they were shallow and inadequate. He cocked his head to the side, smiling softly at you.
"Eddie-…" you tried to pull in a breath after, but were mostly unsuccessful. He gave your throat a small squeeze, making it feel like your eyes could pop out. He hummed, "Uh-uh. My real name."
You swallowed before speaking, throat pushing against his palm, "Mr… Gluskin-" He takes a deep breath in as he smiles, letting go of your airways. You gasp, hands still bound and unable to grasp at your neck, no matter how much you try. He lightly taps your cheek with the tips of his fingers, "And soon-to-be Mrs. Gluskin." Before turning his back to you, fiddling with something on his desk.
There are spots in your vision for a few seconds, chest rising and falling rapidly as your body sucks in the much-needed oxygen. Your head lulls in the process, dirty hair falling over your face. You hear him continue to tinker, until he makes a happy sort of sound, and turns back to you.
"Oh My Dear, let me see that beautiful face.", his hand firmly grabs your chin to angle it up towards him. He stands close like before, closer than he needed too be. He brings his other hand from behind his back, showing you a veil hair peice. "I made this, just for my bride." Before letting you answer, he's flicking the long veil over your shoulder so he can secure it to your head. In your seated position most of the veil rests on the ground, in it's unnecessarily long nature. You feel as the prongs of the hair clip scratch against your scalp.
Pulling it over your shoulders lightly, he steps back and smiles once again, a sort-of smile that you'd get from receiving a sentimental gift. Half smile half frown. He shakes his head before removing it, "God himself will faint when he sees you, my love."
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Later, he lets your wrists free and pulls you to stand, not without a gentle warning first. It was necessary for the dress fitting.
When he told you to remove your clothes you almost gasped, "Don't be shy my dear, I will see you again on our wedding night..." Your face flushed as you nodded, prompting you to turn your back to him to remove your shirt and pants. Your hands rested over your naked breasts, body tense in the cold room and under his piercing gaze. He chuckled before grabbing the dress off it's mannequin in the corner. Despite the run-down nature of the rest of the place, the dress was surprisingly clean, and clearly hand altered. He holds the dress out for you to step into, "You may use me for stability love." You caught the tone underneath his words, and shivered at them.
Once the dress is finally high enough to cover you fully, you allow your hands to rest at your sides as he slides them into the lace sleeves. He picks your hand up to slide the small elastic over your middle finger, pulling the lace over your hand, before bringing the hand to his lips and kissing your knuckles. He repeats the same thing on the other hand, looking into your eyes as he does.
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Your big day finally comes, after weeks of preparation and turmoil. It's finally here. It was all so confusing, your feelings regarding him. There was an obvious hatred and fear, but something else was there, lingering underneath, waiting to boil over.
You not sure why you didn't just run out. He let you walk down the aisle all by yourself. God-knows how far you would've gotten but at least it would be something. Anything. Not just compliance through shy nods. And yet forward you walked. Hands holding a sad bouquet infront of you as you marched along to the record playing.
Words were exchanged. Many from him, and an "I do" from you. You hadn't remembered any details, too lost in the fog of your mind to listen. He excitedly picked you up bridal-style and carried you from the small indoor chapel to a room you'd never seen before.
You hadn't realized your head was rested against his chest until he set you down on the soft bed, all of his warmth now gone. He shrugged off his suit jacket and loosened his bow tie, regaining the look you recognized. He took the veil from your head before pushing you down. You took small breaths, his face a few inches from yours as he arched over you. He only looked for a moment before grabbing your face to kiss you passionately. It pulled a gasp from your lips that made him hum.
He continued to make out with you as you laid there, not reciprocating his affection, but also not denying it. He finally broke from your lips to breathe, only to move to your neck to press kisses and suck bruises into it. As you felt his tongue gently lap at a vein, you also felt his other hand that was preoccupied with bunching up the ballgown skirt he'd made for you.
He was gentle at first, lightly petting your thighs before evening thinking of touching your cunt, let alone pulling your panties aside to push himself inside.
But he could only be so patient. And soon his fingers found your clit through your panties. It made you let out a small moan, causing him to smile into your neck. Somehow, it only took a few minutes of his circling to get you embarrassingly wet. And after that, he couldn't be patient.
With his freakishly strong arms, he flipped you on your stomach, legs hanging off the end of the bed. You felt him rip your panties off in one quick tug, while his other hand unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants open and down just enough to let him spring out onto your back. The size made you gasp, and you're not sure why, but you felt the sudden need to let him know "I'm.. a virgin." He leaned over you, kissing your spine through the fabric, "Of course you are, my perfect little wife. But tonight we change that. And who knows ? Maybe if we're lucky you might get pregnant tonight too~"
The thought made your shiver with both fear and need. And embarrassingly enough, it also made you clench around nothing right infront of him. He groaned, watching your hole tighten before his eyes. Swallowing, he held himself at the base and held your hip with his other hand. He slowly eased inside, inch by inch stretching you more and more. And that was truly the difficult part. He was a bit longer than average but the most noticeable thing (even without looking) was the girth, the weight of it.
You let out a long, breathy groan as he sunk deeper and deeper, the feeling almost overwhelming. He let himself fall over you, moaning into your neck as he bottoms out inside your tight hole. He stills there for a moment, breathing heavily, before you feel his balls clench against your clit as he paints your insides white. "I'm sorry, honey. You just feel so good." You feel the warmth of his chest leave your back, his hand holding your hips firmer as his free hand pushes your chest down into the bed.
You let your head lull to the side, arms above you lazily. "But I still have more. I'll always have more for my beautiful wife, and mother of my children." His hips involuntarily buck into at his words, eliciting a small gasp from your lips. The hand that pushed you into the bed rests next to your head, and the other snakes infront of you to possessively hold your lower stomach. "You'll look so gorgeous my love, I just know it." He begins slowly rocking into you, soft moans leaving your lips as he touches your cervix again and again.
"fuck… oh god, eddie…" he tuts but doesn't stop, evening speeding up a little. You gasp before continuing, "ah, sir..", and he hums approvingly into your neck. A finger from his large hand splayed on your stomach slides down to rub at your clit, pulling louder moans from you.
He feels as you clench around him, pounding into you hard enough to fill the room with those wet shluck sounds. You moan, "uh fuck-, I'm close ed-Sir ! Sir… I'm close, please." your small mistake is punctuated by a particularly deep thrust from him, chuckling softly before continuing to groan into your neck. "God, honey…. You gonna -uh, have my babies if I let you ?" You quickly nod, mumbling some sort of affirmation. "Yes Sir, uh god-, please give it to me. Breed me." You're not even sure were it came from, your lewd words, but it all felt so right.
You clenched around him, moaning wildly as he continued to pound into you at an unrelenting pace. You felt as he got close too, "fuck baby, gonna swell for me ? Because of me ?" You can't help but loudly moan as he continues, "get this belly all round for me ? So full of me ?" he doesn't let you breath for even a moment, "Tell me honey, tell me you want my babies-" It takes you a moment to respond, but you eventually mumble a "Yes sir- oh god, give it to me.." You begin to feel the heat of his cum coat your insides, but he doesn't slow. Only moves both his arms down to hold your abdomen tightly.
"shit, uh it's- t'much…" He chuckles softly into your hair, continuing to push his load further into you. "We have't make sure it sticks baby." he moans before continuing, "Every night of our honeymoon, and every night after that until you're too swollen with my child you can't take it." Any movement, even breathing, felt like a chore but it meant he could hear how much you wanted him. He never lets up, "Then after that, I'll fill you again, and again, and again, so that you're always stuffed full of me."
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hope u guys enjoyed, pls read this post if you haven't. thanks for readin n likin 🫶
I love him so much, I can cry just by thinking of him aging like he isn't dead in canon. I always give him a few grey hairs, but I'm trying to make them more obvious
That's not the same man,, 🧍 but bear with me, please
His scars and rashes here are supposed to be partially healed, I like to think that his partner (Could be Waylon 🗣️) taking care of that by putting lotion on his face everyday even if he hates it
