#shame on you suusoh. shame!

[suusoh]

(pwp or something idk. just got horny in the tags of my last post about eddie not looking anywhere else but at his wife and only his wife while doing his husbandly duties.)

cw: female reader, sex, eddie's orbs, overuse of the word staring because I want you to start feeling annoyed and maim this man, slight yandere (maybe if you squint?) cheesy and unfunny frank valli reference at the end.

———

he's staring at you again.

Eyes fogged with a love sick haze in them at the absolute sight of you, his wife, all warm, soft, and pliant under him. You try to close your eyes from time to time, but even when you open them again— it just comes back to the first thing you see which is this man on top of you, mouth switching between grinning and gasping, and eyes wide open.

"...Eddie?"

"He hums tenderly. "What is it, dear?"

"I-I.. can you just-"

It's so hard to talk when his hips don't stop moving despite his concern. The weight and absolute mass of him on top of you and grounding you into the bed with each thrust makes it all the more harder to think straight.

Thoughts on how to sound out your request begin to blur and buzz out with him fucking into you like this. In and out, in and out, inside of you. over and over again as he buries himself deep within your cunt. your pubic bone practically connecting with his, and sending sparks of heat inside your belly with each time he ruts himself into you.

"Just what? What does my darling wife want?" He starts searching your face for any indication or answer to complete it for you what you want him to do now. Still looking at you intensely.

Looking. He keeps looking. Which is, sort of the thing you wanted to point out in the first place.

"You're... o-oh- oh-"

"I...?" he acts as if he's not quite catching on. Pondering for a second with the sounds of your moans and wanton sighs, and the creaking of the worn out bed acting as background noise to aid his thinking.

"Oh! I'm doing a swell job is that it? Is that what you're trying to say, dearest?" he lets out a content loving sigh, and your breathe stutters at him him pick up his pace a bit. "You and your words never fail to make me blush, my love."

Another particularly good thrust has you arching your back, of which he's making sure his eyes connect with yours once more while you writhe and wiggle underneath. But your wriggling quickly eases from bodily pleasure, to slowly morphing into a sense of discomfort now.

Because he's staring at you.

Again.

Which should be good isn't it? Eye contact during sex is a sign after all of a good partner paying attention to your needs. And with someone like Eddie, him paying attention to your needs is the tiniest sliver of hope you cling onto to make sure his reason for keeping you alive is a bit more... cemented, substantial even. Gives you a little bit more reason (or delusion) to believe he'd be inclined to make this relationship, make you, last longer.

(Compared to the alternative route of him using your body for his own sick dispositions, and casually stringing you all up when he's done.)

Though you're sure that this is not the type of bedroom eye contact many normally wish for.

"Y-you... you're.." you try to murmur out again.

Not that you should talk about having anything normal with this man. You might as well find the solution to world hunger long before you find anything even remotely "normal" in this place.

It's not that you're expecting him to do things normally, but can't he... can't he just... do something else maybe?

Look anywhere but you for just a split second, maybe bury himself into your neck, or close his own eyes to focus on the feeling of his cock getting squeezed, or look at any other part of your body that could possibly entrance him; mouth, chest, stomach... hell, you could even hope that he tries to glance down at your clit? Maybe marvel at the sight of where the two of you connect, since that's all his fucked up baby fever mind thinks about anyways?

You'll take anything really, just one small thing to act as a reminder that you guys are indeed having... sex— and not engaging in some sort of impromptu staring contest out of nowhere.

Because his eyes are doing absolutely nothing but looking into your own and as they continue staring at you.

and staring at you...

and staring...

and staring...

and staring...

Jesus fucking christ you don't think he's even blinked in the past few seconds anymore.

You let out a mix of a whine and a groan, opting to shut your eyelids close and try to shield your face away from his unmoving eyeballs by trying to wiggle your hands free out of his grasp (him and his damn insistence to hold hands while making love as he calls it.).

"What is it my love? Must I pay you a penny for your thoughts perhaps?"

"you keep staring... "

You try to wiggle free again, inadvertently adding onto the delightful friction between your parts and his— to which he gets a small shiver of his own at the roll of your hips against him. A light laugh escapes him at your captivating and somewhat fruitless display. He finally gives reprieve to your brain's rising fear of being uncannily perceived at, and blinks.

"Ohhh, my darling."

He lets go of one of your hands so that he can cradle your face, tilting it so he can capture your mouth into a kiss. humming into your mouth, but the humming isn't just the usual sighs of pleasure, as you can pick up the movement of him saying some words.

He pulls apart from his half kissing-half speaking into your mouth, as he slowly begins to playfully laugh again.

"You can't blame a man for looking at his wife when she's like this; all breathless and beautiful, now can you? I sure can't!"

Said wife that he just knows for certain was sent down by god all-mighty himself into the 7th circle of hell named "mount massive asylums".

When Eddie sees you, he can't help but imagine your rotting carcass somewhere else. An alternate place where those filthy bastards could have gotten their hands on you, torn you limb from limb (if they didn't have the patience to pull your teeth and your eyes out first), then have their way with using your dead body as a urinal afterwards.

You must have been scared to not have your dear husband around to protect you from all the nasty violence around the asylum, weren't you darling?

No, no. No meed to fret now and get your panties in a twist! None of that here. Not when your dear ol' Eddie is here now.

You are very much alive and perfect, preserved by your own sheer dumb luck or maybe by fate itself to be kept alive long enough for him. Just him.

And under his care, your body is experiencing the furthest thing from excruciating physical pain right now, isn't it darling? Feels good, yes? To have your husband make love to you like the passionate man he is. Lest he's supposed to take in the sight of you rolling your eyes back and your legs hooking around his waist, pulling him in for more as something otherwise?

Oh goodness him... It's almost too good to be true.

And he really can't take his eyes off of you.

[suusoh]

who is freaky enough to eat darling on her period? johan or anna

you tell anna not to eat you out because you're on your period and she just replies with "hot." then proceeds to eat you out.

you tell johan not to eat you out because you're on your period and he just replies with "I know I've counted your cycle for this moment". then proceeds to eat you out.

I'd argue either Nina or Johann (name for au johan icymi). but they're just being polite and shy about it. They'll tell you they "really don't mind, your comfort comes above all else of course... " then proceeds to eat you out.

[suusoh]

just scrolled through the johan liebert x reader tag on tumblr and wow. who is this suusoh bitch she's so annoying omg. shut up.

[suusoh]

Have you ever thought about how Johan and darling might meet for the first time? With bastard pre rurenheim johan it could be anywhere honestly, but i don’t think post rurenheim johan would have the same variety of scenarios. I’ve always imagined just coming by across him while he’s depressingly contemplating life in a park or a rooftop or somewhere dramatic. Like what kind of meeting would realistically allow for “friendship” (???) to develop.

One of my fave scenarious is exactly that!! a park bench!! one of my favourite past times before was to go to the local park near me and strike random conversation with anyone who sits beside me on a bench (suusoh has no shame I fear. also elderly people give the best stories and advice!!! (if they aren't the traditionalist boomer kind lol))

so I think a lot of my meeting post rurenheim johan imaginations sparks a lot from that. Just johan listlessly going through life feeling like he's at a loss and just in npc mode, when in comes you who just strikes up random conversation with the guy! He'd legit be confused at first and might even drive you off because he's not into forming friendships, he doesn't bother with that crap. But... breaking the boring depressing cycle of monotony might be a bit entertaining for a while.

it could even just be the most simplest interaction ever. just johan depressing on a park bench and you're like "hey uh. this seat taken?", or him doing that thing where he's standing at the edge of a building and you come up for a smoke break and you're like "welp, guess i'm not the only loser on this rooftop tonight then."

[celesthysaturn]

I found it very funny and that's why I totally agree 😹.

In my mind, Johan, even if he could fuck you anyway, he would show that he completely respects your period and will never do anything to make you uncomfortable. He will subtly manipulate you with compliments and arguments, where without realizing it, he is already on top of you, drawing several orgasms and sweet moans from you.

Nina, on the other hand, she'll go easy on the triplets, she'll give you every reason and beg to fuck you just the way you are, but she won't do anything you don't really want, but until then, she He's already won and now he's eagerly treating you like a puppy that received a treat from its owner.

But now Anna... She just wouldn't care, there's no excuse you could find for her not to taste every inch of her body. And if you complain, she will eat and suck your sensitive body aggressively until she is completely satisfied.

Note: I apologize to the author of this question for republishing it, only with the version. 😿

who is freaky enough to eat darling on her period? johan or anna

you tell anna not to eat you out because you're on your period and she just replies with "hot." then proceeds to eat you out.

you tell johan not to eat you out because you're on your period and he just replies with "I know I've counted your cycle for this moment". then proceeds to eat you out.

I'd argue either Nina or Johann (name for au johan icymi). but they're just being polite and shy about it. They'll tell you they "really don't mind, your comfort comes above all else of course... " then proceeds to eat you out.