Archive of Our Own

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Staring up at the building in the distance, you wondered why you were here. Turning the engine off, you got out of your truck, slowly walking through the woods towards the chain link fence enclosing the asylum, humming quietly to yourself as you did.

Mount Massive Asylum. Tales were spread about the place in all the nearby towns. Tales of the criminals it housed. Tales of the way the place was closely guarded, suspiciously so. Tales, gossip and make-believe mostly, of the experiments they performed here. Nobody actually knew what happened here, except that nobody who came here ever came back out.

You'd listened to the woes of drunken wives more than once at the bar, the women missing their husband's who came here for work and couldn't even call or text them a simple good night or I miss you.

At least they had husbands, was your bitter thought.

It was suspicious, no doubt about it. Sometimes you overheard the local law enforcement murmuring about it, how they weren't even allowed to patrol near the roads leading to the asylum, that hired guards sent them off. Quite rudely, in fact.

Whatever they were hiding up here, they were doing a shit job of keeping it that way. Just last night you'd felt the sudden urge to search this up, going down a rabbit hole of research, reddit threads, and YouTube videos.

Perhaps that's why you were here now, standing outside a place that reeked of something wrong.

It felt even more wrong now. Your skin prickled, the feeling of eyes on you. But not the eyes of a person. No, you know that feeling quite well. It didn't even feel like the gaze of a beast. This was… it was like when you turned the lights off behind you as you climbed the stairs, the feeling like something in the dark could grab you. It was like when you showered and closed your ears, that prickling paranoia that something else was there with you, waiting for you to open your eyes to strike.

Despite that, you walked closer, looking at the front yard, at the courtyards, and all the windows. You walked around for a while, finding something very, very odd.

It looked abandoned. Rotten. Blood was in places there really shouldn't be. Windows were broken. You could hear screams from within.

You blinked, then found a spot where you could see a courtyard. The air was foggy, yet you could see still. Reaching into your bag, you pulled out the binoculars you'd brought with, watching the inmates play a game of ball… with a decapitated head.

Oh. You thought, sniffing the air. It was damp, the smell of rot strong. Yet the metallic scent of blood was there now that you knew what to seek.

You hummed, barely bothered, and continued on.

As you walked, you put together a story. Something happened. The inmates got out. The guards were overwhelmed. And now the mentally unwell ruled like vicious animals in their prison, survival of the fittest taken to the extreme as they likely mauled one another as well.

Poor things. Something told you they hadn't received the help they needed. A few inmates going crazy when given freedom was one thing, but every single one?

You'd seen mental patients that got the help they needed before. Not all could be helped, of course, but with time and patience and care, anyone could become better. These poor souls clearly hadn't.

Sympathy filled your heart, yet you knew if any of them came at you, you'd put them down without hesitation. They deserved to rest. And you were more than used to handing out your own form of justice.

Another tour, your feet ached a bit. You took a seat on a tree stump, tilting your head curiously.

All over, you'd seen the inmates come and go wherever they pleased. Yet in front of you was a building they very obviously steered clear of. Whispers carried on the wind, and words, distorted, filled your ears.

'The Groom', 'become a bride', and 'Gluskin'.

You straightened up, intrigued. Gluskin. A name you rolled over in your mind thoughtfully. A unique name. Beautiful. With a blink, you stood, reaching into your bag again.

Getting out some bolt cutters, you walked over to the fence as if in a trance. Your own thoughts became clear and precise, focused entirely on discovering who this Gluskin fellow was.

As you made your way in, your entrance hidden by bushes, you recalled another piece of gossip you'd heard from townsfolk.

"There ain't no women up in that place. No inmates, no employees, nothing. Used to be, but no more."

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The whirring of a saw filled the air along the squelch of wet meat. The screaming of his bride also filled the air, yet Eddie studiously ignored them, face scrunched up in a look of pure fury.

The whore gave one last scream before going limp, and Eddie pulled the now pliant body higher up, spreading her legs to see if the incision he'd created was good enough. Blood fell out in a gush, mangled penis and testicles unrecognizable as he prodded at the slit.

He knew it was unusable even before he saw the whore's filth seep out, muscles growing relaxed and releasing that foulness. He grimaced with disgust and shoved the body off, growling with frustration for a moment before calming down. With a deep sigh, Eddie began dragging his would-be bride towards the gymnasium to be strung up with the rest.

"... unsightly. Why must you make me do this, darling? I only wanted to love you…!"

His mutters filled the air as he worked, Eddie genuinely confused why all these women fought him so hard, why they couldn't give him a chance. Didn't they know he'd be such a good husband? That he'd love them, change, become a new man? That he'd never let anything happen to their children?

Ungrateful sluts. The lot of them!

Exiting the gymnasium, Eddie stalked the halls of the Vocational Block, humming a tune as he searched for another girl. The place was full of them, scuttling around like rats, clad in the uniform patients were given. Which was odd, as Eddie could've sworn only men worked here. Perhaps he was wrong?

Musing on that, Eddie walked through the dark with ease. It was also odd, as he swore he'd never been able to see in the dark so well before. But then again, he felt… he… he felt…

Pausing, Eddie ran his fingers over some cloth, mind suddenly blanking. What had he been doing again?

A clutter from nearby caught his attention, and he smiled brightly.

"Darling!" He called out, hurrying towards her, eager to see his beloved again.

Yet when he found her, he was disappointed, the bitch fighting his loving embrace and hitting him. For a moment, Eddie felt small, looking up at a much taller man, felt hands grabbing his trousers and–

Back in the moment, Eddie grabbed the bastard by the back of his shirt, yanking him back roughly and slamming his fist into his nose. He punched him again, twice in a row, the inmate falling to the ground, crying out in pain. But Eddie was deaf to it.

Straddling his chest, Eddie slammed his knuckles into the dirty man's face again and again, not even feeling the pain as his knuckles ached and split.

The raw sound echoed throughout the hallways, another tale beginning to spread among the inmates as Gluskin lost himself in memories he fought to suppress, memories that– that never happened! It didn't happen, so why was he–?!

The inmate's face was little more than slush now, yet Eddie still saw him smirking down at up at him, cooing such filthy things at him.

It didn't happen. It didn't happen. It didn't happen.

Eddie abruptly stopped, blinking. Once more, the memories were buried, and he felt some approximation of calm come over him. His shoulders slumped as he sighed, closing his eyes.

For a brief, brief second, Eddie felt aware. He wasn't in That place anymore, nor was he in his cell. He was free. No hands holding him down. No shackles. No jeers. Just the sounds of his own breath.

And then, just as quick as clarity came, his mind became clouded with his own delusions once more, and he stood slowly, beginning his search for his bride once more.

"When I was a boy, my mother often said to me~..." He sang, walking near silently. Yet as he turned the corner, his singing cut off as he came face to face with you.

Eddie felt his heart stop, elation surging through his veins.

"Darling!"

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As you walked through the halls on silent feet, you found some things of interest.

A poem, morbid and macabre, speaking of Gluskin and his Bride. You shouldn't have, yet a part of you fluttered, intrigued in a way you should not be, but were.

He was desperate for a bride, you realised, hope surging within you.

As you kept exploring, you felt that desperate, hungry part of you rise to the surface. You were just a girl, after all, and like any girl, you wanted a romance for yourself. You wanted somebody to talk to and receive no judgement from, someone to joke with and have inside jokes only the two of you understood; you wanted somebody to cuddle while reading, somebody to dance with, somebody to make love with.

Loneliness had been your constant company since childhood, so it was no wonder why you were the way you were.

And there was a man here, desperate for a bride, having gone possibly years without even seeing a woman. Why wouldn't you see if he was your one and only? You'd looked all over for a possible husband, and had only been disappointed. Maybe he'd be the one you were looking for.

And if not…

Well. You were used to handling disappointments.

Finding yourself in a small office next, you decided to be nosey, finding files on some of the patients here. And then you struck gold, finding a file named Eddie Gluskin.

Bingo, you thought, opening it.

Humming as you perched on the edge of a table, you read through it, smiling slightly as you read his description. His age wasn't a problem, you'd prefer an older man honestly. Boys your age were… cruel.

At the summary of why he was convicted, you paused, lips pursed.

A lady killer, huh? 'The Misogynistic Killer'... what a title! You thought with a bit of amusement, unphased. So what if he'd killed some people? The world was full of killers. And so long as he didn't kill you… well. You could turn a blind eye.

Then you got to the part that summarized his trauma, and your smile fell.

Oh, poor baby. You thought, heart aching for this man. You couldn't describe the revulsion you felt at that moment, the sheer hatred you felt at the thought of a little boy being harmed like that. There was no mention of what happened to his father and uncle, and that was the worst part. Did Eddie kill them? Were they imprisoned? Did they get off scot-free?

Knowing how shit the justice system was, you wouldn't be surprised if so. It made you seethe.

And then you saw the photos. For the first time tonight, you genuinely felt like you were going to be sick. Not the blood, not the dead bodies, not all the naked filthy men jerking off in corners, but this– this is what made you want to throw up, to cry for him.

Baby, you thought, he was just a baby. 

You tore up the photos, wondering why the fuck they'd even have them here. This was evidence, this should be with the police or something! Did asylums usually re-traumatise their patients with the evidence of what made them into monsters? You didn't think so, and if they did, it certainly wasn't done like this.

Not with photos of a little boy, teary-eyed, being touched by people meant to protect him.

You pulled out your lighter, fumbling with it until you got a light, then set the scraps on fire, watching them burn. Hopefully, these were the only copies here.

Swallowing thickly, you shoved Eddie's file into your bag, deciding to keep it for future reference. Even if things didn't go the way you hoped, you'd like to remember this victim-turned-monster, the hurt boy that became a violent man. Somebody needed to remember him.

He deserved it. Victims shouldn't be forgotten, especially after being failed by the system.

As you exited the office, you were quiet, withdrawn. Now you had more reason to seek this man out. You didn't just want to find a companion anymore, you also wanted to help. Because while your own experiences weren't the same, you still understood fear, still knew what it was like to fear those meant to protect you. You wanted to…

A sound filled the air, echoing through the halls. A man's voice singing an old sounding song. Speeding up a bit, you followed it, heart beginning to speed up. Was this Eddie? He sounded so good. You could imagine such a voice speaking sweetly to you at night as you both cuddled in bed, sharing secrets and random thoughts until you were lulled off to sleep.

His voice was louder now, closer.

You turned the corner immediately, only to stumble back as you nearly ran into a broad chest.

"Darling!"

You looked up, lips parting in surprise as he realised just how big he was. You were hardly small yourself– you were actually taller than most men in your hometown– but Eddie was a giant. Standing before him, your head only reached his chin. And he was big everywhere else, broad shoulders and strong arms and thick thighs–

Snapped out of your shock by hands cupping your face (also large), you found Eddie looking down at you with a besotted look, stepping closer until there was little space between you two.

With a soft blink, you responded with, "Hi."

He let out a small chuckle, stroking your cheek. "Is that all you can say to me after all this time, darling? 'Hi'?" He crooned teasingly, tilting your head back a bit, fingers splayed along both sides of your face.

You drank him in greedily, enjoying what you saw. "Sorry, baby," you murmured, soft, the pet name slipping out, "I was just surprised to run into you like that."

For a moment, he looked surprised. His grip tightened, almost harsh, before it eased up, gentle again.

"Oh, did I frighten you, darling? I'm awfully sorry. I didn't mean to." He said, giving you an apologetic look. Something about it felt almost fake.

"It's fine." You say, still taking him in. His sclera was red. You forget the name of the condition, but you believed it had to do with blood vessels bursting. Poor dear. "Are you alright? You look hurt." You say whilst cupping his cheek, tilting his head to the side so a bit of light coming in through the windows can shine on it.

"Me? Oh, I've never been better, darling!" He says with a soft laugh, waving off your concern. His eyes were glued to yours. "But enough about me. We're going to be late!"

You raised a brow. "Late?" You repeat. For what?

"Why, our wedding, of course! Don't tell me you forgot?" He asked, a growl to his words.

Your eyes widened in disbelief.

"You…"

You swallowed thickly, eyes stinging.

"You actually want to… marry me?" You asked, feeling over the moon, tears sprouting from your eyes.

Eddie just stared at you in confusion as you began to cry, finally having found your one and only.

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When Eddie found his bride, he hadn't expected, well… this.

Usually, his brides fought him. Cussed and cursed and called him insane, said all sorts of silly things like I'm a guy! and I'm not gay!

What was just rude. They should be very gay! What wasn't there to be happy about? It was their wedding day, after all!

It always became a struggle. He'd have to force them to settle down, to tie them up so he could fix them, yet they always bled out after afterwards, spending the entire time bleating like lambs at the slaughterhouse as he spent his precious time trying to fix that vulgar thing between their legs into something suitable to house his children in.

And then there was you.

Aside from that quick step back in surprise, you hadn't run from him. And you hadn't hit him either! Your hand was so soft on his cheek, so warm. Did you moisturize, he wondered, hoping you did. He could almost imagine it, you fresh from a bath or shower, rubbing moisturizer all over your skin to keep your skin soft and healthy…

He liked the smell of moisturizer. Not that he'd smelt in in decades.

You'd even been concerned for him! Oh, Eddie was truly lucky to have such a caring bride. Finally, he thought, caressing your face. I'll have my wife.

But then when he told you what today was, you began to cry.

At first, Eddie was confused. Then he was angry, thinking you didn't want this, didn't want him. But then you asked a question in that sweet, shaky voice of yours, and all his anger bled away.

Oh, oh, you poor dear. Did you believe Eddie didn't want to marry you anymore? That he'd set aside his perfect bride for some harlot who tried to seduce him away from you? Perish the thought! Clearly, his darling was an insecure little thing, and needed his assurances.

"Of course, I do!" He said, tugging you close until your chests pressed together. He felt a stirring in his loin as he felt your warmth and curves against him. He hugged you tight, a large hand stroking up and down your back. "Oh, my darling, my silly little bride, why wouldn't I want to marry you?" He asked with a lighthearted scoff, shaking his head fondly. Women, always fretting.

"B-because no man ever stays." You whimper into his chest, sniffling as you turn shiny eyes his way. "I've always wanted to get married, to have a lover, a friend, a constant companion… but something about me always scares men away!"

You hug him back.

"... what if I scare you away too?"

Eddie has mixed thoughts about that. Obviously, his first is: this whore has known other men? Followed by: what fools! What man wouldn't want such a sweet thing as his wife? And then: my poor darling, so hurt… so lonely… I'll need to fix that.

Which wasn't a problem for Eddie. He liked fixing things. And you clearly needed some fixing.

"Now, now, darling." He guided your chin up, making you look at him. Gently, he tapped your nose. "You're being ridiculous! You couldn't scare me away in a million years!"

He let out a sigh, still smiling in that creepy-yet-loving way of his. "I quite assure you, my dear, I'm not like those bastards you've known before. I'm loyal and committed to only one woman: you. Now… we are going to get married and you will never mention other men again, understand?" He asks, a look of warning in his eyes.

Thankfully, you nodded, sniffling once more as you tried to calm down. "I do, Eddie."

He smiled brightly, a sense of accomplishment filling him. Oh, he'd never gotten this far before! He was quite excited. Maybe he'd even be able to dress you up before things turn rotten like they usually do!

"Good, now… ah." He paused, an almost bashful look on his face. "Forgive me, darling, it seems I've forgotten your name! P-perhaps it's this place that makes me so forgetful…" He murmured, searching his memory for your name but… he should… why doesn't he…

"Ah, it's okay." You say, wiping your face with your sleeves. You beam at him. "It's Y/N. I suppose my last name is unimportant since I'm about to become Mrs. Gluskin."

Eddie stares at you.

He thinks he just fell more in love with you.

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Eddie's heart was about to beat out of his chest. He couldn't help it, hands feeling sweaty, knees weak as he barely stood still, jittery with nerves and excitement.

In the other room, he could see your form through the murky glass as you put on the wedding dress he painstakingly made. He'd spent quite a while searching for the fabric before finally finding white silk curtains in an office.

Eddie had always liked sewing, had always liked creating.

Now his bride would be wedded to him in something he made. He felt lightheaded with how happy he was.

As he waited, quietly reciting his vows so he would not forget and make a fool of himself, a moment of clarity hit him, and Eddie felt… Why, he could not describe. To describe how he felt required him to be aware of how he usually was, and since he thought the way he usually acted was normal, there was no way for him to describe it.

But if he could, it would be a bit like this:

The ever present anger he felt washed away, the hurt part of him that lashed out with gnashing teeth and clawed nails settling down like a wild dog finally given a warm meal and a place to sleep; he felt like he was on the precipice of something grand, something new. With his marriage, Eddie would get a clean start, all his sins set aside. Any dirtiness he'd partaken in would cease to matter. Just as he was making an honest woman of you, you'd be making an honest man of him. He'd be free from the stench of his past, the black stain on his soul. He'd have a wife, children, and what had happened to him would never happen again. He'd be Father, and his sons and daughters would remain pure and untouched unlike him.

Eddie would not be like the monsters he'd feared at night, he'd be the father he never had. Eddie would do better, be better.

He vowed it.

And yes, while Eddie didn't have the awareness or clarity to think all this himself, perhaps, at least subconsciously, he thought it. Perhaps a small part of him that was aware swore it over and over again, wanting to finally escape what he'd become in the aftermath of splitting pains and his uncle's laughter and his father's wandering hands and his mother's avoidant gaze.

Maybe.

Maybe maybe maybe.

It didn't matter at the moment, though, as you soon stepped out of the other room and Eddie felt his breath be taken away.

You were a vision.

Clad in off-white silk, you looked pure, an angel come to be his bride. Your hair was still tied back and out of your face, but that was fine. He'd have plenty of time to play with it later.

In Eddie's mind, this dilapidated room was a proper church, and the photo of a priest was a real one, sharing in Eddie's joy as he witnessed true love about to be solidified in God's eyes.

"Darling… oh, how I yearn to…" He bit his lip, groaning low in his throat. He beckoned you over, grabbing your wrists to yank you close. His excitement was palpable, he was almost shaking with it.

Releasing your wrists, he instead grabbed your hands, kissing your knuckles. It was as close to an apology as you'd get from him at the moment for his rough-ish treatment.

Eddie began to speak, taking on the role of a priest for even though he was stuck in his delusions, there was still a part of him that was grounded in reality enough to understand you didn't see what he did.

For you, despite the setting, despite the smell of carcasses in the air, you were happy. It didn't matter how it happened or where, just so long as you weren't alone anymore. You hated being alone.

But now you wouldn't be. Now you'd have a husband.

“Do you, Y/N, take me, Eddie Gluskin, to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold? To love in sickness and in health?”

“I do.” You whisper, fighting back tears. God, you were so emotional today! You weren't usually so emotional, but you supposed it was to be expected. After all, you were finally getting married!

Eddie continued speaking, asking himself if he'd take you as his bride, saying I do immediately, words almost slurred together.

And then finally, “I may now kiss my bride~.” Eddie purred, his role as priest over as he leaned in eagerly.

But you beat him to the punch, grabbing him by the face and kissing him deeply, wrapping an arm around his neck. He responded with a surprised sound before dipping you, continuing to kiss you until both of you were out of breath, breaking apart with a gasp.

Lips and face flushed, you smile up at him.

Eddie just stares down at you, panting. Something crosses over his face, expression distorting for a moment, but it's quickly calmed when you lean in, pecking him on the lips again.

"Husband." You say excitedly, testing the word out on your lips; you love it.

"Wife." He also says, seemingly stunned that he'd made it here after all this time. Eddie ran a hand through his hair, letting out a weak laugh. "Wife. I have a wife…"

He sobered up quickly though, and stared at you, eyes icy and prying. It felt as though he was trying to see into your soul, and you welcomed it, holding his gaze without blinking, inviting him in to see all of you.

Whatever he saw in your gaze made him confused, but it wasn't outright rejection like you were used to. Unlike the others you'd tried to bond with, Eddie saw the obsession, the desire, the desperate need for a companion and didn't retreat.

Instead, it was like looking into a mirror for him. And Eddie didn't know how to feel about that.

Would you run now, he wondered, staring at you, not knowing what to do now. He'd never reached this point before, never been… a married man– oh, heavens help him, he was a married man!

It truly sunk in for him then and there, and Eddie– Eddie felt–

Free. Clean. Safe. Changed–

He… he… Eddie felt both different and the same. He felt like there were new paths open to him now, yet everything behind him was still there; his past, forced under lock and key and forgotten in the cellar of his mind, was still there.

Eddie was still–

"Hey." Your soft voice pulled him from his thoughts, and he blinked, realising you were stroking the side of his face. You gave him an understanding look. Why? How could you possibly understand anything? Eddie himself didn't understand half the time! "Are you still with me, baby?" You ask, gently, ever so gently, pulling him closer by the waist; your arms wrap around him, and he can't help but lean forward, resting his weight against you.

One hand runs through his hair, and a shudder runs through him; your nails are light and painless as they glide across his scalp. He feels a touch embarrassed, both at his reaction and because he knows he isn't as clean as he'd prefer to be. The personnel here never let them shower for long.

Your other hand meanwhile rubs up and down his spine, long smooth presses gliding up and down, up and down, grounding him.

Eddie feels… calm. So, so calm. Has he ever felt this calm before? He can't recall.

He swallows, hands gripping on tight as he clings to you. Despite being bigger than you, you're the one with all the power here. You're the one protecting him.

He blinks, confused by his own thoughts. From what? He thinks, not even realising you were lightly swaying with him, humming under your breath. His throat felt tight, suddenly, a prickling in his eyes.

Was he ill? Why was he feeling so– so…?

It must be because it's our first dance! He rationalizes, nodding to himself, resting his chin on your head. Yes, that's why. No other reason.

Certainly not because this is the kindest touch he's experienced in decades.

Certainly not because you are the only woman who's ever stayed; the only person who's looked into his eyes and not been scared by the obsessive hunger in them.

No, and certainly not because all the noise in his mind fades away, replaced by the sound of your humming.

In the small room turned wedding venue, The Groom and his Bride shared their first dance, hearts beating as one as your loneliness began to ebb away and his turbulent mind began to calm.

(Eddie still felt that itch to kill, fingers itching for a blade, but… maybe for once, he could be… better.

He was a new man, after all.)

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After a wedding comes a wedding night, and with a wedding night, comes the consummation. An act of love where husband and wife become one, where a child might be made.

You've eagerly waited for this day. You wouldn't necessarily say you believed in no sex before marriage, but you did believe that a person shouldn't have sex until they were in a loving, committed relationship with somebody; and marriage was a commitment, and Eddie… well, you weren't fully in love with him yet… but you did like him. Immensely. He was handsome, charming, adoring… even that look in his eye, the promise of something violent and horrific at a moment's notice enticed you; it was normal, of course, to feel comfort in what was familiar.

And Eddie was familiar to you, just not in the way people usually claimed others to be.

You'd only known him today, so he didn't bring the comfort, the knowing, of someone you'd spent years with. Instead, Eddie was familiar in the sense his loneliness slotted perfectly with your own, his rage matching your own, his issues reflecting your own.

So… you didn't love him yet. But you could. And you loved the idea of him immensely. Enough that you'd hike up your skirts and pull him close, let him sink into that place only you have ever touched before.

What was yours, was his, after all. You hoped he matched your sentiment, otherwise you'd have to put your foot down. An equal marriage was your goal, after all. And Eddie would give it to you. You know he will. It'll just… take a bit of work.

Not that you mind. Nobody's perfect after all. Just look at you and the trail of dead men who could never give you what you wanted, needed.

The wedding ceremony over with, Eddie Gluskin picks you up and carries you to his room in a bridal carry. He hums that tune he so loves under his breath, occasionally glancing down at you with that gleam in his eye, like he was trying to figure out a complex puzzle.

You smiled up at him, head leaned against him so you could listen to his heartbeat. 

He takes you towards a room he's made his own. In the centre of the room are a stack of mattresses covered in a simple quilt, the surrounding furniture littered with candles and dead flower petals. You wondered when he had the time to do this, then mused that he must've prepared this before he met you and decided you were his bride.

Kicking the door shut, Eddie sets you down on the 'bed'. Hands now free, he locks the door, the click echoing ominously. Though you hardly noticed, busy taking your shoes off.

Pale blues watched you, Eddie's gaze tracking up and down your figure with interest and puzzlement. There was something about you that beguiled him. At the first sight of your flesh, he felt his heart skip a beat, realising how close he was to… to…

In a daze, he walked closer, kneeling at the end of the bed, gripping the back of your ankle in his hand. Holding your leg still, his other hand pushed up, gathering the skirts of your dress and guiding the silk up, up, up…–

The sight of smooth skin makes his mouth dry, and Eddie feels unmoored, lost in the sea of his desire. His fingers tremble as he runs his fingers up your thighs.

"So smooth… precious, soft; like a little girl again!" He says, making you raise a brow at his choice of words.

"I like to wax." You explain, resting a foot on his thigh, all dainty-like despite you not considering your feet that way. It makes him swallow, gaze suddenly snapping to your foot.

He hums faintly, squeezing your pliant flesh. Meaty yet soft; strong yet squishy. He gives your leg a pat, pushing up, leaning over you as he guides you onto your back.

You smile up at him, so welcoming and sweet; cupping his cheek, you close the small distance between you, kissing him deeply. It starts off chaste, but soon Eddie loses whatever self control he had, his hunger taking over.

He tries to deepen the kiss, teeth clacking against yours uncomfortably, eliciting a gasp from you; for a split second, his heart stops, and Eddie expects reprimand, a slap, something. A deep rooted fear that he'd forgotten about rises to the surface, and he's about to beg I'm sorry, daddy, I didn't mean to–!

But then you tilt your head, slot your lips against his more comfortably, and that fear retreats immediately. He's almost dizzy with how fast it leaves him, and now he's just confused, wondering what he was scared of. Eddie genuinely can't recall, the memories he'd nearly been assaulted with once more buried deep in his psyche.

Eddie mentally shoves the issue aside. It didn't matter. What did matter was his blushing bride beneath him, soft lips moving against his lovingly. He can tell you have as much experience as he does, which is to say none, but you clearly have a better idea on what to do than he does; or at least more confidence in what you're doing.

He refuses to be shown up on his wedding night though, so Eddie gently licks at your bottom lip, giving it a nibble to encourage your welcome; he wants in, and receives it after you playfully nip at his own lip.

Lips parting, his tongue surges forth, and Eddie wonders if your joining will be as blissful as this kiss, wet and warm and arousing, his tongue mapping out the inside of your mouth with harried desire before he slows down, your own coaxing his into a gentle game, twisting and sliding together, filling the air with soft clicks and breathy sighs and moans.

Eddie finds himself on top of you, rutting lazily, needy; he can feel himself ache down below, harder than he's ever been when he'd taken himself in hand before. He wants you. God, how he wants you!

Breaking the kiss finally, the sound of panting fills the room as you both struggle to catch your breaths. Eddie sits up a bit, hands quickly going to his vest. His fingers prepare to pop out the first button when he freezes.

All at once, his arousal is replaced with a confusing icy dose of fear.

His mind is a mess, split in two– no, three, no four; his mental state is in chaos, mitosis occurring as different parts of him split apart into other, smaller parts, all with differing opinions and desires.

There's the part of him that's small and traumatized, not wanting anyone to touch down there (dirty dirty dirty); then there's the part of him that wants this with all his being, the Husband in him wanting to make love to his wife, to create a child; a more clinical version of that self says he must do this if he wants a child– no matter how vulgar or disgusting he finds the act.

Eddie finds himself lost, frozen, unsure of what to do. His hands are still on the buttons of his vest as he leans over you, staring down at the swell of your bosom with both desire and mortification; terror and disgust and embarrassment at his own inability to do his husbandly duty has him feeling cold and lost, a little boy again wondering why his mother won't soothe this kind of boo-boo.

He can't move. He can barely breathe. He certainly doesn't blink as he struggles to wrangle himself under control. Why… why is he scared? What is he so afraid of? It's another puzzle, his own mind scrambling the pieces every time he tries to make a picture of them. Why? Why, why, why?

Eddie is frozen, unable to understand what's wrong with him, why he's so broken.

But you understand, darling creature that you are. Later, when he was more aware, more grounded, Eddie would think about how lucky he truly was to have you.

Your hand slowly reaches for him, letting him see your movements before you cup his cheek. All at once, his tumultuous thoughts begin to grow distant. He thinks you might be a witch.

“Eddie? Hey, baby. Are you alright? Can you tell me how you're feeling?”

He wants to bristle. He's your husband, not your child. But then the anger is washed away by the other emotions, and it's so tiring holding it all in all the time. Eddie never spoke honestly about how he felt with anyone before, but…

You were his wife.

“I am… Afraid to admit I'm feeling some post-wedding jitters!” He tries to laugh it off, but it falls flat; he leans into your touch, clearing his throat. “I… I have never… My darling, I'll admit, I've never… been with a woman before, and I worry I will not…”

He searches for the right word, a croak leaving his throat as he comes up empty, but you take over for him.

“It's okay. I understand. It's my first time too, remember? We'll figure it out together by talking. All the relationship advice I've heard boils down to communication, after all, so it must have some merit.” You smile, kissing the tip of his nose. “Let's start with something simple: do you want to take turns undressing? I take something off, then you? That way, we won't feel embarrassed.”

I married an angel, he thought, giving you a soft look before nodding. Then he watches as you scoot back a bit for some space, hands reaching back to undo the zipper. Slowly, you push off your sleeves, then push the bodice of the dress down to your hips, uncovering your top half, now only clad in a bra.

Eddie feels… less on the spot now. With a blink and a swallow, he strokes your arm, glancing from your face to your chest, to your cotton clad breasts. They look so soft…

With your encouragement, he reaches for his vest again, deftly undoing the buttons. It's only fair, he thinks, for him to be topless too. You're his wife. You're allowed to see him bare, supposed to, in fact. So it's fine.

With that thought in his head, it's easier to undress. He almost forgets his earlier fear as his clothes are carefully set aside, and your palm meets his heated skin. His chest expands as he inhales, shaking slightly as your nimble fingers trace his scars and musculature, his body lean yet strong. He preens under your wowed gaze, practically purring as you touch him more and more.

Feeling much more at ease, Eddie let his own hands wander, stroking up your arms and giving your shoulders a gentle squeeze before lowering, palming at your soft breasts. He squeezes them a couple times, then jiggles them to watch the flesh wobble enticingly; oddly, he has the urge to laugh like a giddy child.

"You're very soft, my dear." He murmurs, leaning in to kiss at your jaw. "Like silk.” He hisses, squeezing them again, pulling a groan from your throat.

“Thank you.” You whisper, brushing your face against his in a gentle nuzzle, kissing him back lightly.

Reaching behind you, Eddie deftly unhooks your bra, throwing it aside and staring at your breasts as they hang free, soft and heavy and an utter delight as he leans down, kissing across your bosom and then wrapping his lips around a hard nipple, sucking gently, listening to your breath hitch and feeling pride.

“Eddie–”

“Darling–”

He suckles harder, feeling your nails drag down your his back. His tongue swirls around the pebbled bud before he lets it go, giving the other some attention as well. It makes your breath hitch, skin pebbling and thighs rubbing together as your back arches, pushing your breasts further into his face. As he lays you down again, he reaches for the bunched up fabric at your waist, tugging at it harsh, quick, until it slides past your hips and down your legs smoothly.

With a soft sigh against his temple, one of your hands reach down to pop the buttons of his pants, undoing them with sensual slowness as the other one runs through his hair, nails dragging across his scalp blissfully; oh, how he adores the feeling. When had he last felt such a gentle touch? And so sweetly intimate, too…

Both your hands push down his trousers, giving his ass a squeeze in the process.

“Cheeky!” He reprimands lightly, swatting your inner thighs and listening to you squeal; it's a cute sound, pleasant to his ears. He hopes to bring out all sorts of noises from you.

Grinning, you give his backside another squeeze. “How can I resist? You're very shapely, husband.”

He playfully growls, nipping at your neck. “What a… salacious wife, I have. Should I expect more obscene actions from you in the future, dear?” He asks, sucking bruises onto your soft flesh, leaving his mark on you, marks he planned to renew as often as necessary. Anything to ensure his claim on you was never forgotten.

Legs moving, heels sliding across the sheet as you tried shifting under him; then you wrapped a leg around his hip, shrugging as you kissed along his hairline. “Perhaps.” You murmur, rolling your hips upwards, feeling the heavy bulge of his desire drag against your clothed cunt. “Would that be bad, Eddie?”

He considered it, or tried to, at least, but the delicious friction between you had his eyes rolling back and words faltering. With a low grunt, he pushed up, sitting on his knees. He was ready to rip your underwear off at this point, unable to wait any longer.

“So long as you don't act like a tramp outside of the bedroom… I see no problem. After all, it will all be for your husband, won't it?” He slips his fingers under the band of your knickers, tugging them down your legs nice and slow until your sweet flower was bared to him.

“Of course. Who else would I be so vulnerable with?” You murmur, shivering under his hungry gaze, watching his eyes darken, pupil swallowing his sclera up; it made him appear almost demonic, especially with the wounds on his face.

It just made him look hotter.

Eddie didn't respond, busy with drinking you in. He spread those thick lips, covered in fine, almost soft hair; he preferred his women hairless, yet… there was something so womanly about a furry muff, something so… maternal even. Soon you'd be heavy with his seed, tits leaking and belly round. You wouldn't exactly be able to shave properly then, would you? No, it would become quite the wiry forest down there before long.

The thought had his cock flexing, balls tight with the imagery.

As he spread you open, he took in your dewy entrance, folds plump with need and clit throbbing on top. He cannot resist caressing it with his thumb, lowering himself to breathe you in.

He shudders. Oh, he adores this scent! It ignites some primal part of his brain, cock left aching so fiercely he swore it would burst. He palmed himself, eyeing your soft hole, the bit of arousal dripping out.

You wanted him. You needed him.

He kissed you down there, right on your little pearl. Your thighs flinched at the sensation before going lax and spreading even more. Eddie moaned into you, licking up your soft split to taste the nectar that would lube his shaft as he plunged into you over and over until he spilled into your womb.

He loved it, the taste infinitely unique yet sweet in its own way, or perhaps because of the knowledge of what it could do.

“Eddie…” You whispered above him, fingers in his hair. He hummed in response, trailing a finger down to your opening, pressing in.

Soft and gummy and warm; his finger curled, brushing against that part of a woman's anatomy he'd heard so much about but had never touched himself; it felt vaguely different, though at the moment his mind couldn't supply what the sensation reminded him of. He pulls his finger out and licks it clean, shoving it back in without hesitation, beginning to open you up.

While Eddie knew a woman's body was full of mysteries, he also knew many a fact about it as well, things gleamed by men over the centuries.

One was that a woman needed to pliant to be made love to, that she needed to be overflowing with need so a man's member might sink as deep as possible and kiss her cervix, the gateway to her womb.

He'd once read that centuries ago, it was believed a woman could only become pregnant if she'd had an orgasm. True or not, the answer didn't matter in Eddie's mind, as it seemed sound enough. After all, if a man had his needs, then a woman surely had them too, yes? Even if not as vulgar, child making should be filled with bliss.

If there were flaws in Gluskin’s logic or he contradicted himself at any point, he wouldn't care nor notice, the mind of a madman as jumbled as a drawer full of loose strings. But that was neither here nor there.

A second finger was slipped into you, then a third, fingers stretching you apart for his bulging manhood, your harried breathing and needy whines filling the room, muddying his senses until all Eddie could think about was you, you, you.

Finally, he pulled away, unable to stand it anymore, to wait to be one with you any longer. He wiped your slick from his lips and shoved his drawers down, dick bobbing free before hanging low under its own weight.

So lost in the haze of pleasure, it took you a moment to focus, and when you did your jaw dropped as you took in the thing between his legs.

Stammering, you glanced from it to him. “E-Eddie, I'm not sure that's gonna–”

“Hush, my dear,” he quieted you, notching the fat head to your entrance, rubbing it through your folds, making them kiss. “It's quite alright. You're made for this. Just take a deep breath–!”

He pushed in, tip popping into you dully; the sound your bodies made as he slipped into you was downright sinful, wet and slimy even.

“There!” He gasped, shuddering as you gaped silently under him. “Was that so bad, my darling? A perfect fit!” He said, pressing a hand to your belly, a slight bulge there.

You just gulped, having an out of body experience. You… you didn't even know if you were alive anymore, not with all your nerves tuned into what was happening between your legs, not with how he was filling you, stretching you open in ways you'd never felt or even conceived of before.

Jesus. You thought for lack of anything else to think.

Eddie basked in the feeling for a long moment before he looked down, frowning as he took in your still form, the far away look in your eyes.

His heart dropped.

“Darling? Did I… did I hurt you?” He asks, feeling sick at the thought. He… no, he'd never– not like his father and uncle– he'd never– not to his wife–!

You blinked, taking a deep breath. “I… I just need…” You swallow, mouth thick with saliva. Fuck, you can barely string two thoughts together. “Eddie, kiss me?”

Immediately, he relaxes, relieved, sinking down onto his elbows to be laying above you, head ducking down to press his mouth to yours in a soft kiss.

You return it, feeling grounded as you focus on the feeling of his lips against yours, rough and a little cracked; his soft exhales through his nose hit your upper lip, another thing to focus on as you tugged on his bottom lip, licking across it, familiarizing yourself with its shape and texture.

You feel more centred as you do, no longer all-focused on the sheer mass filling you. No longer occupied only with the stretch and heat of something far deeper in your cunt than you've ever reached before. Muscles and nerves that have never been touched before had been overwhelmed, and this small distraction took some attention off of it, allowing your vagina muscles to relax, clenching occasionally as he shifted his weight, getting used to the new occupant it would be seeing often.

“Oh, darling. Are you feeling alright? Better?” Eddie croons above you, kissing the corner of your mouth, barely pulling away an inch. “Oh, heavens, you feel so– mmmhmm!” His eyes rolled, fluttered; his cock gave a jerk within you, pre dripping into you like honey, warm and sticky.

“Yu– you can move now, Eddie.” You whisper, catching your breath. Slowly closing your eyes, you moved your hips, seeking out what would work best. There– a slight back and forth motion. You repeat it a few times, finding a rhythm that suits you.

Eddie watches, eyes still bloodshot and full of insanity brought on by the twisted experiments of this place. But there was hunger too, awe at the beautiful goddess under him.

Was this how Adam had felt, in the Garden of Eden? When god had blessed his creation with a bride, the first bride? Surely, amongst the fruits of paradise, Adam had discovered another, even sweeter paradise?

Eddie could picture it perfectly. How the first man had spread open his bride and tasted the sweetness of her flower, had pushed into her soft flesh– flesh made just for him…

Gripping your thigh, Eddie made sure you were holding onto him, wrapped tight around him. Then, with a slow drag outward, he snapped back in, feeling your sweet pussy gush around him, staining his sinful flesh with the slick of your pleasure, walls rippling around him. He did not stop, pumping in and out, energy unfaltering as he fucked into you like a madman, listening to your gasps and whines and hitched noises, watched your face as your brow creased and your lips parted.

Eddie himself was lost, gone, swept away by the mind breaking pleasure of your woman's flesh. Oh, how he'd missed such sweet pleasure! When had he last even touched himself? Far too long, he knew, the last time being far beyond before he'd been brought here at least.

The internal hug was better than he could've ever imagined, hotter and wetter than he ever believed it could be; it must be because you're his bride, his beautiful, perfect wife. Why else would he be glimpsing heaven each time he thrusted in deep, tip kissing that crease within you– that small turn that prevented him from reaching your womb?

A long, low groan escaped him as he thought about it, about your womb. Oh, his seed would quicken in it without a doubt, growing into a beautiful child, all for him. He could just imagine it, your belly rounding out, heavy with life, all while your tits leaked and your ankles swell, forcing you to be barefoot.

Mmm, my wife. He thought, biting his lip as his eyes rolled back, hips stuttering. Fat and pregnant and soft. You'd be so beautiful with his baby in you, all soft and motherly, a goddess in your own home.

And your tits wouldn't be the only thing leaking. He'd heard that pregnancy increased a woman's sexual appetites, which just made him harder if possible to think about. The idea of his wife pleading for him to bed her– ooohhhh, fuck!

Teeth clenched, Eddie pulled away, forcing your legs up and over his shoulders. It made you wheeze as he laid atop your limp form, sweat glistening in the candlelight.

You cried his name in a broken tone, and he hushed you, murmuring sweet, mindless nothings as he went back to pounding your soft, drippy pussy.

He reached down, rubbing your clit, making you tighten around him. He cooed at that, noting it for future references. He'd have to know all the ways to pleasure you when you were pregnant, after all; what man didn't make his wife feel good while she carried his child?

Maybe pregnancy would make an animal out of you, he thought, mouth open as he panted in your ear. Maybe you'd mount him as he sat or laid down. Perhaps you'd tug him under your skirts, pleading for some relief. How delicious your cunny would be when it had a baby in it.

Like a mantra, it repeated in his mind.

Baby baby baby–

Over and over, he could not escape it. It was all he wanted after all, something he'd yearned since he was but a boy and wanted to care and protect something smaller than him, do all for it that which hadn't been done for him.

Baby, he thought deliriously, barely noticing the way your walls suckled at his cock, clenching and rippling in climax as you came, open mouthed and hiccuping with sheer pleasure. His pelvis was drenched as he kept thrusting, the slick plaps echoing in the room.

“Eddie– please–!”

He clung to you, fucking harder into your sweet depths, forcing another orgasm from you as his cock grinded against every nerve within you and his pelvis nudged your pudgy clit back and forth. Your second orgasm was shrill, hands clawing at his back.

Too much. Too much!

You nearly lost your mind then, Eddie seemingly inhuman as he didn't stop or slow. Your only saving grace was when he finally got sloppy, muttering loudly about babies and getting you pregnant before he stilled in you, cock pulsing and balls drawing up against your ass as he came.

It was a long, drawn out affair as you gasped for air, staring at the ceiling blearily, heart racing in your ear. It flooded out of you, you felt it; sticky and sloppy and heavy, his seed sliding down the crease of your ass and onto the bedsheets.

Done, you thought, finally, it's done.

But then Eddie pulled away, taking a deep breath, sweeping his hair back. He looked you over, cheeks flushed. His gaze was intimately soft.

“There we go, darling.” He lays a palm on your belly, stroking gently. “One down.”

You blinked weakly. “… what?”

He hummed, reaching between his legs to stroke the heavy, limp worm of his cock. “Oh, a while back, I read this most interesting book about pregnancy. See, apparently, with each act of intercourse, the chances of pregnancy are around 15-20%.” He says, tone light despite the utterly filthy way he'd just fucked you. “So if we want a baby, we'll have to try at least three more times if we want you to get pregnant soon.”

His words washed over you, making goosebumps break out across your skin. Your heart skipped a beat.

“Meaning…?”

He notched the tip at your entrance again.

“That we're far from done, darling.”

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Soreness didn't even begin to describe the feeling between your legs. A mixture of numb and aching, as impossible as that sounds.

Slowly, you sat up a bit, wincing. At your side, Eddie slept soundly, clinging to you. His hold tightened as you moved, face scrunching up a bit in displeasure before he relaxed once more.

Staring at him, you gently began stroking his hair, combing the errant strands back into place.

After the eighth round, Eddie had all but collapsed on top of you, pressing lazy, barely-felt kisses against your face, murmuring unintelligibly. It was nice, if you ignored the numbness between your thighs, pussy more than overstimulated by his eager attentions.

You don't think you've ever came that much before. Not even as an overly horny teenager who'd just discovered masturbating did you ever have so many orgasms back to back.

At least I don't have to worry about that, you thought dully, staring blankly ahead. No, any worries about teaching Eddie how to pleasure you were definitely unnecessary now.

Looking down at Eddie again, you felt him stir, watching his pupils move beneath his eyelids before they fluttered open.

“Darling?” He questioned, looking up at you. His fingers dug into your skin as he took in your upright form. “What's the matter?”

“Nothing,” your voice is soft as you speak, soothing. “I was just thinking. We need to leave soon. Before anyone finds us.”

Your husband stilled, gaze distant as different emotions played on his face for a moment. Finally, he settled on confusion. "Leave? Why would we leave, darling? This place–”

“Is dangerous.” You cut him off, cupping his cheek, gazes held as you shift your weight, turning to face him better. “There are criminals here, Eddie. Dangerous men. How could we stay here? Me? A baby?”

That does it, Eddie immediately sitting up. His hand landed on your belly next, stroking it as though you were already pregnant. His face was filled with worry, eyes darting around as though seeking out any nearby danger, muscles coiled with tension.

“You– you are right, my dear. We must… oh, but where…?” His brows furrow in thought, your husband trying to think of somewhere to take you; it was his duty to protect you, after all.

Humming, you hugged him, head on his shoulder; gently, you ran your fingertips down his spine. “How about my home?”

He blinked.

“Your house?”

“Mmm-hmm.” You nod, kissing his cheek– god, you couldn't believe you had a husband to kiss!– before pulling away, searching for your clothes. “It's a nice house. You'll love it. It's on the outskirts of a small town, there's tall fences so nobody can watch us or get in easily, and I have a large yard.” You tell him, finding your underwear at last.

Eddie sat still and watched you, drinking in your form as you dressed. Slowly, he copied you, getting dressed as well.

“… typically, a woman moves in with her husband.” He said, quiet.

Glancing over your shoulder, you offered him a reassuring smile. “Oh, but it's the 21st century, Eddie! Plus, what's mine is yours, so it's your house too. Don't think of it like some… charity or anything. What, if a woman owns a car before she gets married, it's wrong because her husband was supposed to buy her one after getting married?”

It's not the best example, but it seems to work, Eddie mulling it over as he dresses.

“… I suppose you're right, my darling.” Pausing, he stared out the window. “Do you own a car?”

“A truck, yes.”

He frowned at your confirmation. “Then what can I offer you, my dear? You have a house and a car already. What kind of husband am I that I can't even provide for you?”

His words make you frown in turn.

“Eddie...” You huff, pulling on your pants before padding over to him. Looking up at this giant of a man that was all yours, you couldn't help but smile. “Don't say that. You're my husband. That means more to me than anything. You'll make me happy! Keep me company! What more could I want?”

For such a fearsome man, Gluskin currently looked a lot like a soaked cat, all pouty and pathetically cute, leaning in closer to you, hands settling on your waist.

“Now c'mon. Let's go home.”

Hand in hand, you led Eddie out through the way you'd entered, flashing him a reassuring smile every few seconds, feeling the tension coming off of him.

Once he was past the property line of the asylum, stepping onto forest floor and no longer surrounded by chain link fences, he froze, shuddering as he took a long, deep breath in before exhaling. The release of breath also carried with it the release of tension and fear; after years of being trapped in that place, of being experimented on and mistreated by the people meant to help him, he was free. He was safe.

Eddie breathed in the fresh scent of mulch and pine. His shoulders fell, a weight falling off of them.

He looked around, taking in the view of the expansive forest, moon hanging high above with stars slightly visible through the treetops. An owl screeched somewhere in the distance.

Mind quiet, Eddie followed as you led him to your vehicle, getting in the passenger seat and getting comfortable; the car smelt like fresh washing, a soothing smell that took him back to days sitting with his mother as she washed clothes, humming a tune he could never quite remember.

You started the truck, slowly turning before driving back the way you came. The car was silent aside from the rumble of the engine, though that too began to fade into the background as Eddie stared out the window, taking in a view he'd been deprived of for far too long.

After a while, his eyelids began to grow heavy, and before he knew it, he was asleep, lulled by the purr of an engine and the fresh scents of home.

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You've been driving for nearly an hour when you begin to see signs of civilization. One of the first buildings you see, in fact, is one of those places that do express weddings and the like with little to no fuss or information required.

It makes something in the back of your mind itch, and you glance over at Eddie, dozing off in his seat, completely at ease around you as you drive him somewhere you promised was safe.

You feel a moment of regret as you reach over, squeezing his hand a few times to bring him back to earth.

"Eddie? Hey, Eddie sweetheart, I wanna ask you something." You say to him, voice gentle as he hums, blinking the sleep from his eyes; there's an awareness there that wasn't there before. "I know we already had our own wedding, but there's a place up ahead that does it all official-like; certificates and everything. Do you wanna get married again?"

That wakes him up completely. Eddie gives you a bright, if slightly tired, smile.

"Oh, darling, so thoughtful! I'd love nothing more than to make you my wife again, and again, and again~..." He whispers, voice turning husky as he leaned over. It was clear in which manner he'd prefer to make you his again.

With a smile, you slow the car and pull up to the side of the building. Despite the late, or early, time, it was still open.

"Come on. Let's go make it double-official."

The officiant had taken one look at the two of you before starting the (minimal) preparations. He didn't even question why your husband was wearing patchworked clothes or why you both looked like you'd been through hell.

Eddie looked around with some interest, probably fascinated by the different scenery after all those years locked up in the same building with little to no changes in surroundings. Just those same rooms, same halls, and same view.

You're handed a pen and some papers, which both you and Eddie sign– Eddie a touch slower than you. It had been a while since he'd signed anything, most like.

The officiant, dressed somewhere between a government official and a priest, didn't recognise Eddie's name, thank fuck, nor did he raise a brow at how possesive your husband was, standing slightly between you and the other man; then again, if he'd been working here a while, he'd probably seen all sorts of couples come in to have a rushed marriage for one reason or another.

That, or he was just tired and didn't want to ask unnecessary questions.

The papers signed, the words are said next, Eddie staring into your eyes, unblinking, until he's told "You may kiss the bride", and then like a dog let off its leash, he's on you, mouth trying to devour yours with growing proficiency.

There. It's done. Eddie Gluskin is your husband two-times over. You're Mrs. Gluskin twice over, by law this time.

You snag the marriage certificate from the man, waving goodbye as Eddie drags you back to your car; whatever exhaustion he'd felt earlier was gone, replaced by a new energy as he gets you into the back seat for a quick yet loving romp. His kisses are messy yet soft, matching his hips' rhythm as he consummates his marriage anew.

"My darling, oh, darling," he crooned, back bowed and brow resting on your shoulder. "I'm blessed to have such a wonderful bride." He panted, breath hot against your glistening skin; your eyelids felt heavy as the pleasure thrummed between you, the wet slap of your joining echoing in your ears.

Any soreness you were feeling took backseat to the pleasure he was giving you. Slick and soft, he'd slipped in gentle enough to cover up any lingering aches.

The windows were foggy, you saw, gaze lazy and unfocused as your head lolled back, and you felt the sudden urge to press your hand there, to leave a mark, a sign of the passion you share with your husband.

My husband. The thought makes you delirious with joy and contentment, a warmth settling in your heart, only to bloom downwards, flowing out from your lower belly and between your thighs. The slick sounds gain another layer, and Eddie, your beloved, soon loses control, grip bruising as he feels your insides suck and cling to him.

You want this, he thinks, once more overjoyed by that fact. You need me. My wife needs–

His soft Ah, ah, ah's turn into a sudden, throaty groan, and Eddie stills, pulsing within you, spilling his seed.

Take, take, take. His mind chants. Get pregnant, give us a child!

Once more, he covers you, the warmth of his body seeping into yours and leaving you flushed, cheeks and ears burning and eyes squeezed shut from the overwhelming heat.

Minutes tick by before Eddie pulls away, looking at you with besotted look. Glancing around, he spots a bag of wipes and pulls one out, quietly wiping the excess from your thighs. Then he pulls your underwear up for you, ignoring your cringe as you feel cum seep into your panties.

“There we go, darling. Shall we continue on home, then? I certainly wouldn't mind a meal and a wash soon. All our lovemaking has built up an appetite!”

“And a sweat.” You say, feeling your clothes stick to you. Ew. “Yep, lemme just…”

He stepped out, and you headed back into the driver's seat, Eddie holding the door open for you. Thanking him, you smile, flattered.

He was such a gentleman. You could get used to it.

He got back into his seat as well, and once more, you were back on the road, heading to the town you'd called home for most of your life.

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When you get home, the sun is rising.

Eddie wakes up and just… stares. The building you called home was… wondrous.

Three stories, a wrap around porch and small balconies dotting the outside, likely where bedrooms were. The house itself was white, a little bleached from the sun, but the doors, windows, and banisters were all a dark wood that contrasted wonderfully. And that was without mentioning the splashes of colour here and there.

Pastel flowerpots outside a window. A stained glass oval window in the attic. Bright curtains visible through the downstairs windows.

And there was so much green. The fences were tall, iron, with spikes on top– if the house’s architecture wasn't enough, then those fences alone were enough to speak of how old this property was– and half-wild bushes grew along them all, vines curling up the thin bars.

The pathway up to the house was stone, moss growing within the cracks; the driveway that led up to a small garage was sun-bleached as well, grass growing onto it from the side, just grazing the asphalt ground.

As the car parks and turns off, Eddie feels frozen in place as he realises how far he is from what he's known. He's… free. Somewhere new. He can just… walk out and you wouldn't stop him.

… he isn't sure he likes it anymore.

Frowning, he looked around, gripping the seatbelt. Eyeing him as you prepared to get out, you reached for him.

“Hey, Eddie, it's okay.” You murmur, tired and wanting nothing more than to nap, but… later. Get your husband settled, first, then you can rest.

(And make sure he won't run away.)

He makes a noncommittal sound, wincing a bit as he stares at the sky for a moment.

When had he last seen the sky unobstructed? Based on how his eyes watered, it must've been some time.

He couldn't even remember.

Looking down as you squeeze his leg, Eddie’s eyes rise to meet yours. You give him a reassuring look before opening your door.

“Come on. I'll show you around and then we can eat something.” You offer, figuring he needed order, routine. Laying out what the two of you would do next should make this easier for him. At least you hoped so.

But thankfully it seems to work, Eddie’s shoulders lowering from their tense position. He nods, grimacing briefly before he opens the door and steps out.

Out in the open, he goes still, just… feeling it. The heat on his skin. The fresh air filling his lungs. The distant birdsong reaching his ears.

But then you're there, pulling him along. He comes with, following easily as you walk up to the house and unlocking the door. Walking inside, Eddie looks around, taking in the warm tones and colours.

What a splendid home! He thinks, feeling at ease already here. It was so… cozy. Homey. It would be the perfect place to raise their children in!

Glancing at you, Eddie startled before quickly taking his shoes off as you were. He smiled warmly at you, beginning to follow you around, practically glued to your back.

The hallway had doors on either side of it, a door at the very end leading to the backyard; the stairway led up to the second floor, the back of the stairs having a door leading down to the basement.

“It's clean,” you tell him. “Pretty cozy. When I moved in, the last thing I wanted was some creepy horror basement.”

The rooms on the first floor were as follows: a living room connected to a library/office combination through an oval doorway, very old and appealing to look at. Eddie couldn't help but run his finger along the inside. It was like a… oh, what was it called… a hobbit hole! Yes, that. The smell of books was rich in the air, and Eddie couldn't help himself, running his hands over the antique desk. A quick perusal under your fond gaze found drawing and writing supplies filling the many drawers.

On the other side of the house was the dining room and kitchen combo, another circular doorway connecting them; the best part about them may have been the fact Eddie didn't have to duck through them like he commonly had to do with normal doors. Looking around, he idly explored at his own pace, listening as you told him where things were as he perused your kitchen, loving how… colourful it was! It reminded him of the old kitchen in his parents home. Mother had all those colourful appliances common to that era. As a child, it had made the kitchen a magical place, warm and colourful and always smelling delicious.

As you stepped closer to begin preparing a meal for them both, Eddie watched, smile still on his face. He fiddled with a knife, eyeing you closely.

His wife. Oh, he still couldn't comprehend how he'd gotten so lucky…

So pretty, so warm… so silken tight…

His fingers tightened around the knife handle as he stared at you, contemplating.

Just as he began wondering how pretty your blood would look, you hold your hand out.

“Pass me a knife, Eddie-teddy?”

He froze.

“Pardon?” He said, handing the knife over with a jolt. His cheeks began to redden.

“The– oh, I just…” You give him an awkward little grin, shrugging as you chop up vegetables. “Couples have nicknames for each other. And you've been calling me ‘darling’ a lot, so…”

Shrugging again, you focus on prepping a meal. “If you don't like it, I can come up with something else.” You offer.

Eddie quickly shook his head. “N-no,” he cleared his throat. “No. I quite like it. It's… endearing.” He smiled, cupping your cheek and sweeping his fingers along your hairline. Leaning in, he kisses the side of your nose, standing close to you, addicted to the warmth and kindness you offer him.

He listens to you slice through vegetables for a moment, each slice spritzing its scent into the air. He breathes it in, greedy; when had he last smelt something so fresh? Tasted it? Oh, he was eager for this meal, especially after the arduous lovemaking they had indulged in. And you had to eat, for the baby!

Eddie could've smacked himself over the head for forgetting that, quickly beginning to help you– as much as he could when he barely knew where anything was. But he managed under your direction, grabbing a pot and filling it with water and setting it on the stove top before rummaging through your spice cabinet, humming merrily to himself as he did.

Now, typically speaking, cooking was a woman's job, but Eddie wasn't that old school! Ladies liked a man that could cook, too! He could be a little flexible in his beliefs, especially for you, his darling little wife.

Before long, a steaming pot of vegetable soup was cooking. While that happened, you sliced some bread and cut some cheese– hellim, perfectly salty, especially when you fried it in a pan. Once cooked, they were laid on a plate with the bread and then some slices of cucumber and tomato.

Eddie found butter in the fridge, setting it along with some utensils on the dining table. God, he was about to have his first meal with you! He was truly lucky, he knew. No more of that gruel the kitchens at the asylum prepared. But a proper, home cooked meal made with love and care.

And delicious spices.

Once the soup was fully cooked, you served him and yourself a bowl before sitting down. Staring across at you, Eddie wasn't sure what to focus on more: his first proper meal in decades, or the goddess across from him.

… but then his stomach rumbled and his choice was made for him.

Eddie tucked in immediately, barely holding back from acting like an animal as he quietly slurped on soup and crunched on cool cucumber slices; the bread was delicious and heavy in his belly as he soaked it in his bowl, and the cheese’s flavour burst on his tongue, a shock to his system that had his eyes fluttering.

The food may as well have been an aphrodisiac with how he was feeling as he finished. He felt energized, alive, cock twitching in his pants once more as he gazed over at you, so demure as you ate, eyelids heavy and movements quiet.

He had half a mind to drag you upstairs and ravish you.

But… no. Eddie refrained. You needed your rest, he knew. You'd already done so much. The least he could do is let you rest.

As you continued to eat, he refilled his bowl, savouring this one and taking his time with it.

“Come on, I'll show you upstairs now.” You say later on after you both finished and putting the dishes in the sink to soak.

He follows you up the stairs, a hand on your back.

The upstairs includes your– and now his– bedroom, an extra bedroom, an unfurnished room filled with a few boxes, and a bathroom. At the end of the hall was another stairway, heading to the attic.

“There's two rooms up there, but just more boxes and little else.” You explain sleepily, nearly dragging your feet as you enter the bedroom. You point to a door on the side. “That’s a bathroom too, but just a toilet, sink, and shower; the other one has a tub. Use whichever you want, Eddie.”

Observing you as you began to undress, Eddie nodded silently, thinking that yes, a shower would be good. He felt so… grimy.

Had he really made love to you like this?

Leaving you be, Eddie went for the shower, eagerly stripping and stepping in. The blast of water, even if just lukewarm, felt heavenly on his skin. As it warmed up, he stepped further under it, singing quietly as he used some of your toiletries to wash up. He particularly liked the citrus shampoo. Very refreshing.

Afterwards, he stepped out, grabbing a towel from the cabinet and drying off. Peering into the mirror, he wiped the steam off of it, humming thoughtfully.

Slowly, he touched the side of his face. The redness had begun to disappear, his eyes clearing up. He eyed his clearing skin a moment longer before moving on.

Brushing his hair and then teeth with an extra toothbrush he found in the cupboard, still in its packaging, Eddie finally felt clean.

Clean. New. Untouched.

You'd given him a brand new start.

Stepping out, Eddie stopped upon seeing the room was dark, windows shut. Looking at the bed, he saw you lying in it, and something in him warmed at the sight.

You looked so… small. Delicate. Vulnerable.

Oh, my darling wife.

Padding over silently, Eddie carefully got into bed beside you, dropping the towel as he did. He'd look for clothes later, but they were unnecessary for now. After all, what was wrong with a man lying naked in bed with his wife?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

Wrapping his arms around you, a gentle shudder ran through him. Eddie sighed, breathed you in, and relaxed.

Eddie was home.