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bbbugz · 4 months ago

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feeling in the mood for some eddie? of course with maximum breeding kink, but maybe also gentle daddy kink? id love some cnc (or,,,,,,,,,,, plain ol nc if you wanna lamo i mean haha its up to u😳) -🦊 anon

(i'm down bad this is super nasty and bad and i'm very sorry.

also didn't forget ur somno buddy. i just don't know how to write it.

WARNINGZ! afab!reader with lots of gendered (??? is that the word?) dirty talk from eddie so if you're not comfy with that, you might want to skip this. breeding and daddy kink. bondage. reader gets woken up with oral. but like. not nicely. very, very dubious consent. kind of mindbreak? kind of freeuse? cumplay? uhh. lots of things. also mentions of gore because eddie is fucked up and fucks you on The Table. the saw is not on, don't worry... 4k words of trashy porn dialogue i'm so sorry akhsslsmdms.)

The tender skin of your wrists was rubbed raw from the leather straps as you wriggled in your seat, panting against the cold plastic underneath you that didn't really feel like plastic. Nor metal. It was softer. Slimy. Something.

You shuddered, your eyes skimming over the wobbly figures in the room. Scientists. Doctors. You'd recognise those clothes and masks and gloves anywhere. You could almost smell the latex, the sweet anesthesia - yet you didn't. The thrumming in your lower belly was starting to make you sweat. You struggled against your restraints, trying to focus on anything in the room, but the walls were shifting and wavy and wrong and the scientists all heaved in quiet laughter as you ground your hips against whatever was beneath you, feeling soft, hot flesh against yours as you let out little gasps and whines as one of the figures surrounding you produced a syringe.

"No," you tried to say, tossing your head from side to side, your tongue dry as the man approached you, "No, please no."

You heard repetetive, rough noises. Grunts. Slurps. But the doctors had no mouths. Below you. You bent your head down and saw only chipped linoleum and your bare feet, toes curled in the surprisingly warm air. Everything was hot. Were your feet grunting?

You felt another pleasant jolt run through your spine and down to your loins and you gave a weak laugh - your feet were grunting. That couldn't be possible.

Above the knees, below the navel.

Rough, splintered wood against your bare ass and lovely wetness between your legs, lapping at you. Delightful. You stretched your back, a smile creeping to your face as you ride out wonderful little shocks against your slit. So lewd. Bucking into - something.

The walls swam again. The grunts became louder. This was not real.

Your eyes fluttered open, and the heavy stench of fresh blood and viscera filled your nose and your mouth as you took a gasp of the putrid air, blinking away the last remnants of sleep. Swallowing back bile, you groaned, your eyes adjusting to the bright light directly above you as you craned your neck towards your hands.

Thick, frayed rope snaked around your wrists, tethering you to a wooden beam to your left, your arms straining as they were bent above your head.

"What...?" you choked out, throat raw and dry as you tugged at your wrists, feeling the rope dig into your skin as you watched, but didn't feel, your numb fingers curl and uncurl.

Tied up. You were tied up. Panic made your throat constrict as you lifted your head up, narrowing your eyes at the blurry darkness of the room you were in. Slick little slurps. A dull throbbing that ran from your head to your abdomen in little waves.

It took you a few seconds to actually realise what was going on, and as you awoke fully, your vision cleared and the hazy mist inside your brain was replaced with sharp pumps of adrenaline as you lifted your head up to take a closer look at what was between your thighs.

A man. A frightfully large man, his wide, muscular shoulders supporting the weight of your thighs as the lower half of his face disappeared behind your mound. You blinked in the buzzing, flickering light. Your brain felt too heavy in your head. Cold waves of realisation and pure terror washed over your heated body as you felt him grin against your cunt, his blue eyes fixed on yours as he gave a languid lick to your folds that made you shudder involuntarily.

Images of this man flashed before your eyes. Scribbles of his name that you connected with his face. Eddie Gluskin. Creaking floorboards, your bare feet soaked in blood. His yelling echoing in the halls. Pleading. A dead end. Your lungs stinging. A thud that seemed to fold your skull against your spine like an accordeon. Ringing in your ears, your head split open and the world whirling into darkness as you saw his scarred face grinning at you from above.

Sliced and sewn on Gluskin's table.

"You!" you screeched hoarsely, "No, get off me!"

"Shh," he purred, gripping your thighs and pressing them against his shoulders as you tried to kick him off of you, "It's alright, darling - I - I just couldn't wait for you to -..."

"No!" you writhed underneath him, lifting your hips off the surface beneath you.

You distantly recognised the warm, slippery puddle underneath you. Blood. Blood that was seeping into rough, splintered wood, staining your skin as you struggled against his grip and the table below you.

Your head was throbbing. So was your cunt.

"You minx, you taste so sweet. Just - be quiet and take it," he laughed against you, hot breath fanning over your cunt. He gave a sloppy kiss to your labia, nosing at your clit as you kicked your legs against his shoulders, grunting as he fucked you with his tongue.

You tried to wiggle from his grasp. But he held your thighs in an iron grip.

"Now, now, my love," Eddie breathed out, craning his neck up to give you a stern look, "Don't struggle - I don't want to tie your legs up. Don't make this any harder than it needs to be."

"Get off of me!" you screamed, tears prickling your eyes as you tried to wriggle in his grasp, his strong fingers digging into the softness of your thighs, "Please! Please, stop - stop right now!"

Eddie gave a long, languid lick from the cleft of your ass all the way up to your clit, letting out a slight 'ah' as he craned his neck back, lifting his head up from between your legs to take a good look at your flushed face, your bared teeth. He smiled, scarred skin stretched taut as he flashed you a wolfish grin.

"Get off of me!" you squealed again, pulling against the ropes, wiggling your hips from side to side, trying to escape his strong grip, his palms splayed against your thighs that pressed you down.

He dove back between your legs, his mouth wrapping around your clit, sucking it into his hot, wet mouth as his tongue flicked against your labia. You threw your head back, moaning throatily at the searing pleasure that sliced through your cunt and sent a wave of foggy buzzes into your brain, but it felt so good. You whined and gasped, trying to gather your thoughts as you felt his tongue dip inside you, felt how his nose pressed against your clit, how his hot breath fanned against your lower lips as he continued to eat you out, determined to win you over. To devour you.

You felt your legs tremble as your back arched.

"Fuck," you swore, panting as you tried to focus your blurry vision on him, wrenching your upper body from the table beneath you so you had some semblance of power as you tried to both pull away and give into this delightfully fucked up - thing.

You saw the upper half of his face, watched as his eyes fluttered open slowly as you felt his broad tongue press against you, flicking your heated flesh in little circles as he made eye contact with you.

He gave you an obscene wink.

Anger and panic bubbled up in your chest. You lifted your torso off the table like a cobra, and in the haze of your fury, you couldn't think straight, couldn't decide what to do, you spat at him, the projectile hitting him in the left eye with a soft, disgusting splat.

"Gah!"

He pulled away, taking a step or two back, releasing his hands from your thighs and your legs flopped onto the wood of the table as his hand shot up to his eye, "You little bitch!"

Underneath the blinking light, he straightened his back, turning his eyes to you as he wiped at his face.

His chest heaved, his face twisted into a scowl, the little sores and wounds on his cheek splitting open in blooms of angry red as your pearlescent juices glistened on his swollen lips, on the tip of his nose, down on the little dip of his chin. He licked his lips, your eyes following the pinkness of his tongue as it flicked across his bottom lip.

You swallowed.

"You really shouldn't have done that, sweetheart," Eddie purred, a sharp, repressed edge in his mockingly calm voice as he snatched your ankle, holding it tight, eyes fixed on yours as you tried to kick him away, "I just want to love you. I know you're nervous, but please, love - try to behave."

With a grunt, he hopped onto the table, straddling your wriggling legs as you whimpered, struggling against your restraints as he scooted up, up, up to sit on top of your stomach, straddling your waist with his strong thighs. His hand reached up to your hair, and he gripped a fistful, twisting it into his palm, yanking, pulling.

You yelped, your screech simmering into a defiant grumble as you felt him grind his hips against your chest.

As he straddled your waist, he leaned back, and you watched his erection strain against the fabric of his trousers. You felt your blush deepen as his arousal was mere inches from your face, resting against your breasts.

He reached down to your pussy, pressing his calloused finger against the slickness of your lips, making you shudder as his index finger slid down to your hole, your legs trembling behind him as you tried to squeeze your thighs together, trapping his wrist. He kept on rubbing you, holding you by the hair. You groaned, looking up at his grin, his parted lips, the crimson blush across his cheeks as your hips wiggled against his hand, his fingers tangled in your hair.

"You want this, don't you? My sweet little darling, so wet for me," he hummed, sliding his finger against your entrance, rubbing the rim as the slick sounds made you shudder, "Begging for it. I'll make sure to breed that -..." he pushed a finger in and you mewled, "... - ooh, tight - little cunt. Just like you want to."

Eddie shoved his finger deeper, sighing at you, his lips stretched into a devilish smile as he pressed against you, fucking your hole with his finger as you bucked against him, feeling his crushing weight against your chest. You bit your lip to stifle any moans. He wouldn't win. He couldn't.

You sighed. Felt tears roll down your cheeks as you weeped openly at the burning pleasure coursing through your veins. Your treacherous cunt clenching around his thick finger. You hated it all.

His grip on your hair softened. Tight pulling melted into soft strokes on the crown of your head, his fingers massaging your tender scalp.

"Shh, shh, Daddy's going to make it all right, my darling. Don't cry," he hushed you, his tone as sickly sweet as the decomposing corpses around you. You shuddered. Daddy?

"You're insane," you sobbed, a desperate, confused laugh mingling with the tightness of your throat, pouring out of you as you licked away the saltiness of your tears, "You're fucking insane. You're fucking crazy."

Eddie was silent for a while, his hips stilling on your chest as his fingers stroked your scalp. Almost absentmindedly. You looked up at him, biting your lip, frowning, trying to blink your tears away as you watched his blue eyes twinkle in the buzzing light. His face was blank.

His hand slid from your hair to your chin, cupping it gently, lifting it up to his direction. Then his face melted into a grin.

He withdrew his hand from between your legs and it shot to his own crotch, his splayed palm rubbing the tent in the tough fabric. Your eyes moved down his body. You hadn't even noticed how fucking hard he was. The heavy bulge settled on your chest as he ground against his own hand.

You tried to wrench your body from underneath him, tears burning your eyes as you hissed, feeling how very empty you suddenly were.

"Ah, ah, ah," he tutted with a grin, licking his pearly white teeth as he looked down at you, "Don't you dare. Look at how hard you've made me - you're going nowhere now, you little tease..."

With a flick of his thick, strong wrist, he unbuckled his belt, the cool metal brushing against the skin of your chest as you tried to wiggle underneath him. His burly thighs squeezed at your sides, crushing your lungs as he unbuttoned his trousers, grunting softly, annoyed perhaps, at how you shook your head.

You felt his hand press against your neck, his palm pressing against your windpipe. You gasped.

"Be still."

You turned your eyes to him, your heart beating a thousand miles an hour as you watched him loom over you, his strong fingers digging into the sides of your neck, his other hand down the front of his trousers, tugging lazily at his own hardness straining against his white underwear. You swallowed. Felt his palm against the lump in your throat. The incredible heat of his hand. Wrapped around your neck. Seeping into you.

You squeaked pitifully, your eyes fixed on his eyes, blood red against baby blue. You swallowed again.

"Good," he gave you a small, mischievous smile, followed by a slight exhale as his hand moved up to your chin, his thumb rubbing against your bottom lip. His other hand was still inside his boxers. You could hear the slick little sounds. Could smell the musk of his precum. Felt the hardness press against your chest. So close.

Eddie pulled down his underwear. You didn't even try to struggle anymore. Your eyes moved down his heaving chest, down where he had undone the bottom two buttons, where little wisps of black hair skittered across his sweaty abdomen...

He was big. He was too big.

Your eyes followed the little twitchy movements as he let his cock bob against your chest, heated flesh slapping against the valley between your breasts with little jerks as he gripped it by the base, craning his head to the side, looking down at you with a sly grin.

"You want this cock, don't you?" he muttered, sliding his hand down from your chin to your chest, fondling your flesh roughly, his other hand fisting his erection. You shook your head, mechanically, eyes still wide, fixed on the little clear droplet at the tip of his cock.

"No?" Eddie grunted, twisting his wrist as he fucked his hand with labored little breaths, "We'll see about that..."

"N-no," you choked out, tearing your eyes from his cocks, trying to ignore the little jolts each stroke sent through your abdomen, straight to your gummy walls that clenched around nothing, "I don't - I don't want it."

Eddie smacked his lips.

"Liar," he grinned, bucking his hips against your chest, the slick tip sliding against your skin. So hot. Too hot. You gasped as you watched his hips move in little jerks as he spread his precum against you, gripping himself by the base.

"Look at you," he sighed, his voice quivering as he gave his cock a long stroke, base to tip, his eyes focused on your parted lips, your blushed face, "Can't take your eyes off it. Practically begging for it. Oh, I know what you're thinking of, darling. All of your filthy thoughts..."

His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your chest as he licked his lips, grinning at your yelp as you tried to shrink away from him.

"Daddy's going to make you scream," he whispered, lifting his hips off of you, giving your chest a playful slap as he scooted back from your chest, down your body, between your legs as you tried to wriggle in his grip.

"I don't -..." you shook your head, biting your lip as you felt his hands on the backs of your knees, lifting your legs up, spreading them.

You brain was a hazy mess. This couldn't happen. But you really, really wanted to feel all of him. But this couldn't happen.

You gave a half-hearted wriggle against the ropes as he held your legs open, nudging you to wrap them around his hips as he pumped his erection with one hand, sliding the tip against your clit. Heat. Incredible, wet heat.

"Such a pretty little cunt. All mine - to breed," he sighed, rubbing the throbbing underside of his cock up and down your slit in little thrusts, coating himself up with your slick. You moaned. Arousal and panic swirled through you as an image of yourself, round with his seed, flashed before your eyes. No, this couldn't happen. You heard the rustle of fabric as he kicked his trousers to his ankles.

"No - please, no."

To make a place to push inside.

You felt the blunt tip press against you, slipping in easier than you would have liked to admit, the quivering muscles of your entrance adjusting around his thickness as you mewled, screwing your eyes shut. He gave a long, almost whiny groan as your heat engulfed the head of his cock.

"Just the tip," Eddie sighed and gave tender little squeezes to the inside of your thighs as he held himself still, only about an inch or two inside you - it was excruciating, the way you clenched around his tip, silently begging for him to put it in, drowning in the little flutters of your sensitive hole. You whimpered, bucking your hips, trying to feel him go just a little deeper. He grunted.

"Shh - I know, I know you're nervous, darling, just let me -..." his tongue flicked out to his bottom lip as his brows furrowed, nudging his hips forward, slowly filling you, "... - ahh, there you go. Eager little bitch," he grinned as he bottomed out, his thickness spearing you as you gasped, feeling him stretch you as his hips snapped forwards, his pubic bone slapping against your clit with a wet snap. He groaned, deep and rumbly, pressing your thighs down onto the table, spreading you as you took his cock. You felt your toes curl.

His fingers flew to your clit, rubbing lazy circles, teasing you as his hips snapped against yours as he bent down to loom over you. You turned your head away from him.

You were shamefully wet. You tried to stifle your moans, tried not to cum.

"I know you want Daddy's cock," he purred against your ear, giving the lobe a playful nip, "I know you want Daddy to breed you. Make you full of his cum. Make that belly all swollen with my baby - fuck..." you felt his wide shoulders shudder as a groan spilled from his lips, "You want Daddy to fuck a baby inside you, don't you sweetheart?"

You shook your head, clenching around his cock as little jolts of pleasure racked through your tender muscles. His fingers on you didn't cease the little circles, the little flicks.

"N-no..."

"Oh yes, don't you try to deny - ahh - it. You're meant to take my seed, little whore."

He stretched you open slowly, easing into you little by little, fucking into you with sensual strokes as he rubbed your clit. He clearly enjoyed your little shudders and mewls, as his breath quickened at every little noise that spilled from your lips as you felt his thick cock hammer into your tender insides.

His touch burned against your sensitive bud, heated blood coursing through your throbbing flesh as you ground into his hand, feeling the tip of his cock brush against the upper walls of your spongy tissue.

You opened your mouth. Maybe just to convince yourself.

"No, please - I d-don't, I don't want this..."

"Yes, you do."

He rubbed faster.

You felt your jaw go slack as he hit a spot - or what felt like several spots - that made your eyes roll back behind your lids.

"Oh," you groaned, your back arching off the table, your legs trembling around his hips. You didn't even register what you were doing, how your legs were pulling him deeper, how you wrung your hands together and grunted as he fucked you, "Oh, god, right there. Fuck," you heard yourself whisper as your toes curled. He hit the spot again. And again. Rubbing. Thrusting. God.

Eddie fucked you in shallow, little pumps.

"There you go, my love. I'll make you cum - make you cum and then - oh, then I'll breed this eager little cunt. Fill you up."

You shook your head at his words but his fingers on your clit and his cock inside you felt too good. All of your thoughts were a hazy, jumbled mess as the coil inside you tightened and tightened as the sound of his heavy balls slapping against your backside filled the air and you felt little droplets of your arousal roll down your ass.

"Oh, fuck," you screwed your eyes shut, gasping for air, "I'm going to -..."

It was all very sudden. Almost painful in how quickly your muscles tensed and released and forceful jolts of ecstacy flowed through you as you came around his cock, your hips stuttering against his calloused fingers as he rubbed your clit feverishly through your aftershocks. You heard yourself groan. Yell. Gasp and cry in his hands as you squeezed his cock, trembled on his table.

He kept on thrusting.

You distantly recognised his laughter echoing in the darkness around you. He was laughing at you. Laughing.

"There you go, there you go," Eddie chuckled, adjusting himself on the table and pressing your legs wider, wider as you trembled underneath him. Without pulling out of your tightness, he changed positions, staying buried deep inside you, to the hilt to let you ride out your orgasm on his length. He pressed against you from above, lifting your legs closer to your chest and you felt your butt lift off the table.

A mating press. Your head spun.

"Let Daddy breed you."

You gave a weak nod as you felt him drag his cock out of you before he slammed it back in, leaning his upper body on top of you. He began thrusting. Deep and harsh. Desperate. Without warning.

You felt his heavy balls slap against your ass. Again and again. Wet, lewd snaps of flesh against flesh. You felt the warmth of the blood and your cum underneath your butt. Felt his throbbing cock inside you, felt him twitch against your tender walls as he began thrusting with wanton grunts.

You were still sore from your orgasm as Eddie pounded into you with bruising force, pressing you into the table so that you couldn't even breathe properly as he fucked you, his burly body crushing you underneath him as he demolished your cunt.

With every thrust, he hit a tender, swollen spot inside you with the tip of his hardness and you cried out again and again, squeezing around his length as you heard yourself yell and scream, your noises mingling with the cacophony of slick sounds, harsh slaps and his whines as he filled you - in and out, in and out of your quivering heat.

He grunted and bent down over you, pressing his lips against yours, capturing your mouth in a sloppy kiss. You let him. You just let him. Too tired and overstimulated to fight back as his chapped lips rubbed against yours and his tongue slithered to the back of your mouth as he fucked you silly.

You came again, softer, less intense as smooth waves of pleasure washed over you and you gasped and whined into his mouth, relaxing into his arms as he pounded you, bred you, as your cervix trembled against him and you clenched around him, milking him.

He pulled off of your mouth with a groan as he felt you squeeze him.

"Oh, darling," he grunted, his brows knitting together as he leaned his sweaty forehead against your cheek, "I'm going to breed you. Fill you up."

The haze of your orgasm ruined your brain. You smiled, feeling the little flutters in your abdomen, an impossible lightness filling your chest as you watched up at him, this handsome man ruining your pussy.

"Yes, daddy," you hissed, your jaw slack as he pressed another open-mouthed kiss to your lips, fucking your aftershocks away.

"Let me fill you up. Make you pregnant. Oh, fuck, darling," he grunted, peppering kisses to the corner of your mouth.

"Yes-s-s," you moaned, feeling how he throbbed inside you.

Eddie let out a throaty, guttural moan, inside your mouth, biting down on your bottom lip as his hips stuttered and stilled over yours as you felt hot, thick cum flood your cunt. He grunted and whined as he snapped his hips forward again and again, shooting his load deep inside you. You felt his sack pulse against you and you whined, losing count of how many spurts he just shot inside you. His trembling and panting seemed to go on forever before you felt the twitching stop, replaced with the dull throbbing of your own orgasm dying down. You felt droplets of sweat roll down your back as you stared at the ceiling with blurry eyes.

Eddie chuckled.

"Oh god," he sighed and in a swift motion, pulled off of you, unwrapping your legs from his hips as he pulled back, and out of you with a hiss. You felt a rush of hot, thick fluid seep out of you. You whined.

"Oh," you choked out, lifting your head up to look at your sloppy cunt. You gawked at the sight. Thick globs of cum that still decorated the tip of Eddie's softening cock, your juices glistening on your thighs. You buried your head into the crook of your arm, squeezing your eyes shut, feeling odd embarassment flood you as Eddie sighed.

"Such a pretty sight," he mumbled, "But I need to make sure..."

He shoved two fingers inside and you felt yourself clamp around him as he began pumping his cum deeper into you. Slowly. You panted and giggled and sobbed against your arm, feeling his fingers slide inside you with obscene sounds as he pushed his seed deeper and deeper inside you.

"You took me so well, my love," he purred and kissed your quivering abdomen.

Maybe - just maybe this was better than being sliced open and hung. Maybe you could deal with this. You cupped your mound, feeling his cum against your fingers, felt how he placed his hand over yours, rubbing your knuckles soothingly.

The Groom will make himself a bride.

(if you made it this far i want to congratulate you. you horny bastard. also there probably are typos but who the fuxk WHO THE FUCK would i get to proofread this???? my friends????? ru, never!!)

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bbbugz · 4 months ago

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Eddie gluskin catching afab reader enjoying a little alone time ;) (eddie reaction up to you) / alternately: eddie seeing reader touch themselves but its to prep for sexytimes with eddie cos of size/nc/etc etc

(oh christ this wasn't supposed to get this much out of hand but it did. 2k words of....... of................ yeah......

i kind of went for the latter scenario because i felt it would be..... meatier. tastier. i have no idea what i'm doing anymore lol.

warningz for implied violence and graphic masturbation and secksy times and eddie being eddie. lots of fingering. idk. eddie's dick is deadly!)

You were sitting on the bed, ankles tethered to the bedframe with thick, frayed rope. You wrung your hands together.

This is bad. This is really bad.

You knew he was pent up, he had been for days. He was really upset about something - something that he didn't care to tell you. You just had to be a good little bride and take it all. You knew he was going to take it out on you eventually. That's why he had tied you to the bed.

The kindling flame in your loins wasn't enough to convince you that it wouldn't hurt. He could be sweet - he really could, whenever he wanted. But when he was in a mood, you'd be sore for hours after.

You shuddered.

He can't help it, you thought, he's just so... big.

You bit your lip. You threw a glance behind your shoulder, eyeing the empty darkness of the room behind you, watching the dancing dust particles shimmering in the dim light, just for a moment. You anticipated his humming, his heavy, needy breaths against your neck, but you were alone. For now, you had some time to yourself. Before he'd come.

You slid your hands to your lap, fiddling with the fabric of the white dress he'd put you in, twisting the linen between your sweaty fingers.

Maybe I could do something about it. Prepping... Maybe, just maybe he wouldn't notice. Yes, this is best for the both of us.

Maybe he'd be gentler. Fuck you better.

You let out a shaky breath as you looked behind your back one last time, your fingers flying to the hem of your skirt.

He left my hands untied, after all. It's like - he knows.

You hiked your skirts up, slid your hand against your bare sex, sighed into the first touch as your fingers met the slightly swollen nub of your clit. You spread your legs as much as the ropes allowed you to. Heat, incredible heat against your fingers as imaged began to flash before your closed eyes.

Eddie beneath you, you riding him with your hands on his chest, his fingers digging into the soft meat of your hips as you bounced on him. Eddie, standing above you with his cock in your mouth, the way your jaw clicked as you took him in your mouth again and again as he trembled against you, pressing his loins to your face, stroking your hair. Eddie, behind you, with his hands on your chest as he took you from behind.

You could almost hear his animalistic grunts.

You felt heated waves inside your abdomen, moving in little jolts to your clit as you thought of him. The way he groaned when he pushed inside you, the way the thick, leaking head of his cock always stretched you to your limit, parting your folds always so, so roughly. How Eddie always came inside you, how his moans became higher in pitch as he was about to cum, how you always felt the pulsing of the underside of his cock against your abused cunt as he emptied his balls inside you - god, it was too much.

You exhaled, rubbing your clit in little circles, your hips bucking against your own touch as you thought of Eddie.

You felt wetness at your entrance. Warm, slippery liquid was seeping out of you as you rubbed at your lower lips in feverish little jerks. You licked your lips, whimpered into the air, your noises only spurring you on as you pressed your fingers against your hole. Slowly, you pushed one in. Experimentally.

The stretch burned only slightly. You thought of how big his fingers were. How good they would feel. How gentle he could be, stretching you out in preparation for his cock.

Two fingers. You curled them inside, moaning. Three. In and out. Your wrist was starting to ache as you rolled your fingers in and out. In and out. But it felt too good.

You bit the inside of your cheek before your jaw fell slack as you curled your fingers up again and again, the squelching noises driving you insane as you hit that wonderfully sensitive spot inside you over and over again. At the pace your wrist was rolling, the pace at which your thumb brushed your clit, you'd cum soon. You'd cum and be all his for the night. Sloppy and ready for his thick cock.

"Oh, fuck..."

"Darling?"

You snapped back to reality, your eyes shooting open as your gut filled with icy panic. Uh oh. You turned your head to where you heard his voice come from.

Eddie was standing there, in the doorway, warm light seeping in from behind his silhouette.

You gave a small squeak and pulled your fingers from inside you with a soft wet pop, closing your legs as you felt your whole face burn with embarassment. He'd caught you.

"E-Eddie!" you chirped, your hands flying to your lap as you tried to smooth down the hem of your dress. You could feel the searing redness on your cheeks as he walked closer to you, heavy steps echoing in the large room.

You heard the boom of his voice in the darkness, rattling inside your spine.

"What were you doing?"

"Nothing," you replied quickly. Instinctively.

He walked up to you, his thick brows knitted together as his icy gaze bore into you. You tried your best to not look guilty.

Before you could even try to discreetly wipe your fingers on the sheets, he was standing in front of you, his large hand wrapped around your wrist, wrenching it from his lap and up to his view.

"Eddie, really, I was just -..."

"Were you - touching yourself?"

His voice trembled ever so slightly. You bit your lip, remaining silent, averting your eyes from his as you rubbed your thighs together.

"Why?" he hissed, his grip on your wrist tightening. Beneath his frustration, the frustration you didn't fully understand, he sounded confused.

"Is my love not enough for you?" he loomed above you, his face taut, twisted in anger, "Slut," he hissed at you, baring his teeth.

You shook your head feverishly, half-horrified, half-turned on by the little nickname that he'd usually reserve for when he was balls deep inside you. But now, he was angry. You had some explaining to do.

"No, no, no," you gasped, "It's not that, Eddie, I swear!"

It was really hard to hold his gaze. You just wanted to crawl underneath the bed and hope he'd forget the sight before his eyes. But you were too horny to feel truly ashamed. Your abdomen thrummed and burned with need, your heartbeat way lower than it was supposed to be. You rubbed your legs together, trying to compose yourself.

"I wanted to make sure I was... I was -..." you swallowed your words, stuttered, began again with a sigh, "Wet enough. You're so big and - and I wanted to make sure... that it wouldn't tear me open or -...," you gave a weak laugh, "You know. I - I want it to be perfect."

Eddie just blinked at you for a moment, his eyes wide, handsome face blank. It looked like his brain had shut off. You didn't know if he was going to rip your head off or not.

You looked away in shame, face flushed. You felt his grip on your wrist loosen ever so slightly. His thumb rubbed at the tender skin in gentle little circles.

"Is - is that so?" you heard him huff out, his voice low and guttural. But softer. So much softer.

You looked up. Saw him lick his lips. You sighed again.

"I'm sorry, Eddie, I shouldn't ha-..."

He kneeled before you on the floor. Even now, he was almost as tall as you while you sat higher up on the bed. His face had melted into a soft smile - yet, in his eyes, something heated and sharp.

He gripped your chin with his hand, stroked your cheek, bending your head to meet his gaze.

"My sweet little darling," he cooed, "You should've told me before..."

You tried very hard not to roll your eyes.

"I've... I've tried, Eddie - believe it or not..."

He ignored you, his hand flying to your wrist once again, and he wrenched it up to your eye level, up to his own face. You felt something jolt inside you saw your fingers glistening in the pale light of the room. There was no way you were that...

"My, my," Eddie purred, "So messy..."

You opened your mouth, but no words came out. You just stared at him, feeling your face burn with embarassment and frankly, lust. This was so fucked up. But you loved it.

He lifted your fingers to his mouth. His tongue lolled out of his mouth as he swirled them around your fingers, tasting you, your cunt, your sin. He licked them with lewd, wet sounds, his blue eyes fixed on yours as he hummed at the taste. As if it was the most delicious thing he'd had in his mouth in a while. The taste of your cunt.

Your breath hitched.

"Tastes like heaven, my darling. Such an eager whore," he chuckled, rubbing your fingers against his lips as you just let it all happen, drinking in the sight of him nosing the scent of your cunt, "Can't even wait for me to come back, can't you? Insatiable."

You couldn't help but moan at his breathy, airy words. To you, they sounded like praise. You felt his breaths grow shallow against your skin and your eyes flicked down to his crotch, where the fabric of his trousers was considerably tented.

Oh.

He released your wrist and you let it fall limply to your side. He leaned towards you, captured your lips in a heated kiss. You could taste yourself. Just barely. But you could. He grunted into your mouth, moving his head back and moving down to give a chaste kiss to your neck. You moaned.

He reached down between your legs. You felt his thick finger run along your slit, parting your lips and you whimpered at the way the calloused pad of his finger slid so easily, too easily against your slick folds. He grunted against your collarbone, his teeth grazing your skin as he pushed his finger inside of your tightness, curling it upwards, drawing a keening moan out of you as you threw your head back, your cunt clenching around his finger as he fucked you with it in shallow little thrusts.

Then, as abruptly as he had filled you, he pulled his pointer finger out of you, leaving your core to quiver around emptiness as he rubbed your clit, then slowly, he lifted his hand up from beneath your dress, lifted it all the way up to your face, traced your plump bottom lip with his finger, his blue eyes fixed on yours. He wanted to see you react. Wanted you to taste your own cunt on his fingers.

You could smell your heavy, musky sweetness on his skin. Your arousal. So strong. You flicked your tongue out between your parted lips, holding his gaze obediently as you slid your tongue against his finger. Eddie let out a soft gasp as you swirled your tongue around his finger, tasting your own pussy on him.

You watched a deep, flaming blush settle on his cheeks as you sucked on his finger greedily. Just like he wanted.

Your head spun as your arousal engulfed you. Your hips bucked against the mattress in a desperate attempt to find friction against your throbbing clit.

Eddie licked his lips.

"You were thinking of me while you were fucking yourself?" he asked breathily, sliding his finger against the flat of your tongue, pushing himself deeper into your mouth. He sounded - almost impressed.

"Ye-hh," you nodded, lips wrapping around the base of his finger, fluttering your lashes at him as his gaze moved down to your mouth. He swallowed thickly.

"Do you want me to fill you up better than your fingers ever can?" he rasped out.

He pulled his finger out of your mouth, letting the weight of it rest against your bottom lip as you all but panted:

"Yes. Please."

Eddie flashed you a mischievous smirk. You were, once again, completely at his whim - but this time, you thought, he'd take his time breaking you.

"How could I ever deny my sweetheart?" he sighed, shook his head dramatically, bending down to your ankles to work on your restraints as you ground your hips against the mattress in anticipation, your cunt throbbing with intense need.

He took you by the neck, his thumb digging into the side of your jugular as he bent you onto the bed, pushing you to lay on your back in front of him. You gave a sly grin. Yes, this was great. He pressed you against the mattress and his hands flew to the insides of your thighs, forcing them open. He hiked up your skirt over your hips, the fabric pooling around your waist as he eyed your pussy. Bare. Ripe for his taking. His smile was almost wolfish. Predatory.

You mewled, covering your face with your trembling hands as you felt your sopping wetness being exposed to the cool air. Everything felt so hot. So goddamn wet. You could feel your arousal drip down the cleft of your ass, down to the sheets.

"Why don't I kiss it all better, my love?" Eddie purred, you could feel his hot breath fanning against the mound of your cunt, "I'm sure everything will go - smoother like this. The conception as well..."

You felt him trace the curves of your labia with his finger, applying pressure to the dip of your entrance - and there, he pushed in and you gasped as he pressed his lips against your clit, his tongue laving at your cunt as he curled his finger up, up against your spongy walls.

Your eyes fluttered shut as a throaty groan spilled from your lips. You tangled your hand in his hair, pushed his face against your cunt, rolling your hips against his nose and mouth as his grunts and little chuckles mingled with your wanton moans. This was going to be another long night. But you weren't complaining.

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