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Baker!Eddie Gluskin decides to use the money he has collected from unlawful means over the years to open up his own bakery. It’s a perfect front and operates as a walkway revolving door of women coming to taste his baked goods, and it shows off themselves, their delectable bodies and adorable attitudes for Eddie to take when he wants.
Baker!Eddie has his own separate tailoring business on the side; it sits at the back of his bakery when the lights dim and the doors close after dark. A needle and thread pricks his fingers when he isn’t concentrating well enough and at first he’s not sure when he’s making.
He lets the fabric tell its own story.
Baker!Eddie loses sleep over his newest piece, his fingers twitch in his lulled dreams seemingly tailoring fabric that isn’t there. Something is amiss. It all happens around the same time you wander into his bakery. At first he is certain that you will be his next victim. His focus is disrupted over the rosiness of your cheeks and full lips, the way you say your order as if rehearsed just for him.
He memorises it quickly.
You are perfect. Love at first sight. It’s what Baker!Eddie believes anyway. Love at first sight despite arguing with himself over the next few hours after your departure. You are the perfect candidate to die at his hands in a pair of handmade gloves just for the occasion, yet when he sees you again the next day and the day after that, he isn’t so convinced you would look better with strangulation marks across your neck.
Baker!Eddie keeps making and sewing his new garment, wondering whether you are worthy of the mutilation he wants to inflict. It’s aggression and raw power that no one else can beat. He’s tried to have his victims overpower him, but he’s far too easily bored when all of them want to run away from his affections instead of face them head on.
Did you want to run from him?
Just like all the other sluts.
No, you aren’t like them, are you?
Then, Baker!Eddie finally knows what he’s making. A wedding dress, pinned to the mannequin he scrounged from a thrift shop refuse. He loves it, matching it to your specific measurements just off of an eye measurement.
Baker!Eddie waits one day until you are on your own to ask you out to dinner. He battles with his impulses. If he kills you, he can still look at you as your corpse decomposes. But if he waits a little while, he can enjoy the rosiness of your cheeks, kiss those full lips and hear your order over and over again until it changes to his name, to moans in his ear as he lulls himself to sleep.
When you say yes to a date, Baker!Eddie Gluskin dresses in his best suit and buys flowers from the florist down the street. The biggest bouquet he asks for, excitedly tapping his foot to calm his intrusive thoughts. He fiddles with the cellophane to get it just right even though he has already corrected it twice.
Red roses for romance, for love.
Like blood.
Kill her before she leaves just like the others, and move on to the next one.
Baker!Eddie ignores the intrusiveness to the best of his ability, and enjoys what is positively the most romantic date with his future wife he ever could dream of. He is a hopeless romantic, and when you stay, he knows you are the woman for him. You don’t run, you don’t look at him like the others do, you just remain.
Baker!Eddie fights the urge to propose right then and there when he walks you to your doorstep and bids you farewell. Sweet dreams and a lingering glance before he berates himself for even thinking of suggesting he accompany you upstairs. It’s vulgar and he is a gentleman first and foremost. That comes in time despite how much he wants it, to become one with you and remain in each other’s arms for the rest of his life.
Soon enough, Baker!Eddie’s impulses seem to melt away most days. You come back day after day just to see him, to listen to his songs, music and voice as he rocks his foot back and forth on the vintage sewing machine once the doors to the bakery are closed. He even bakes with you just to touch the tip of your nose with flour and eke a chuckle from your lips. He loves to hear your moans of enjoyment at each bite of a recipe he’s perfected just for you, and imagines them as they would be in ecstasy under his body entwined with love.
Baker!Eddie finally kisses you. His hands roam, as do yours, sweetly at first until it is not. He knows he should marry you first, he should make you his wife and do it right. But for now, he’d give you his seed and then make an honest woman of you. His urges get the better of him and the bakery is the best place to do it.
Baker!Eddie lays you on the kitchen island in the back room instead of taking you upstairs to his little apartment overlooking the street. It’s more spacious here, the cookie batter is ready for the morning, chocolate chips still scattered along the counter top in his haste to pack away when you walk into the bakery in such a revealing dress. Only a husband should see it, hidden under your long coat.
Though you show him anyway.
It was an invite. Baker!Eddie knows it was a way to show you’re ready to become his wife. And when he has you laid on the counter, he buries his face between your legs, tasting you with one question on his tongue.
Marry me?
Marry me?
Marry me?
You don’t answer because you don’t hear him, but instead say Baker!Eddie’s name over and over just like a wife should. You tremble, he makes you quiver under his touch, carefully running his fingertips over your plush thighs to prepare you. He wants to give you a baby. You haven’t outright stated, but if you are going to be his wife, he needs to give you a baby like a dutiful husband should.
Baker!Eddie knows you’ll make a wonderful mother. He wants multiple children and you will look beautiful, so full of his seed, round and swollen with his children as much he possibly can. Yes, if he has his way, you’ll never not be pregnant. He can hear the pitter patter of tiny feet already on the bakery floor.
Baker!Eddie eats you out until you come, groaning so deep his mouth it vibrates with you. Your thighs squeeze his head and sucks his fingers in between them. It’s vulgar, but you taste so good, like sin, like a nourished flower enriched with the best soil money can buy.
It’s not long before you pull Baker!Eddie towards you, to take you right there on the kitchen island. He climbs on without issue and rolls your dress up to your waist, your legs are already trying to wrap themselves around him.
“I’m on birth control.” You say in his ear. It’s meant to be enticing, an invite to fill you up, but Baker!Eddie only sees it as a hindrance. He nods anyway and pushes the multiple ways of ruining your birth control aside. That is an issue for later. But his dick is throbbing and waiting to empty inside you. He doesn’t even pull your underwear off, only to the side while you're so wet, he slips inside you without issue.
Baker!Eddie inhales deeply so as to not ejaculate immediately. You’re so tight, so tantalising. For a minute, you think he’s frozen stiff, but the only thing that’s stiff is his cock threatening to empty right away. When he does start making love to you, it’s slow, sensual, still making you moan in the way he always dreams of. Eventually he goes faster, mewling your name on his lips until he’s close.
You’re close again too, Baker!Eddie is already learning all of your tells just like your bakery order every morning. He’s impressed with himself he’s making you come again before he does, the concept of your legs shaking excites him. His name on your lips encourages him to keep going until he finishes. You do, then he does.
Baker!Eddie comes inside you and waits there until you decide it’s time. Part of him wants to wait in case there’s a chance his seed will take despite your birth control, part of him hopes it fails. It makes things much easier that way.
Unfortunately, it doesn’t take, and it is a few more times before you invite Baker!Eddie inside your own apartment. But as soon as he’s inside, it all changes. He sleeps over and that is his chance to tamper with everything he can to give you a baby he knows you deserve. You’ll crave a baby when he puts one inside you, he just knows it.
And with time, Baker!Eddie succeeds. A positive pregnancy test not a month after. You’re at his bakery after hours, in tears and trembling in the rain with that test in your hand. You’re upset, but he doesn’t correct your behaviour. Once you hold your baby, everything will be alright. He ensures that, and he knows everything will be okay because you have him now. The best father ever, nothing like the one he had growing up, and you’ll be nothing like his mother.
A perfect match.
Soon enough, Baker!Eddie watches your belly swell with his child. You move in with him after three months of his insistence and even start working in the bakery until he decides you stop because of the baby. A mother should not be working, she looks after the baby. The husband works. And right before the baby is due, he finally convinces you to marry him.
Baker!Eddie’s frustrations make it difficult sometimes, but he promised himself now that you were pregnant with his child, that the impulses to kill you will never return no matter how much you might try to deny him. It isn’t betrayal, she’s just in need of more convincing he tells himself. And it definitely helps to curb his urges.
But if that mantra doesn’t convince Baker!Eddie, he will excuse himself and find an unsuspecting woman to mutilate-it’s not cheating or infidelity. It’s just getting his urges under control before he comes home to you, and he’ll definitely stop after the baby is here. It’s just that sometimes you make him so mad when you don’t agree with him. You’ll understand as soon as you hold the baby, as soon as that ring is on your finger.
Once both occurrences happen, Baker!Eddie watches you contently with his son in your arms. A boy, a baby to grow up strong just like his father. You are beautiful, glowing and sweaty, conceding to his pleas for a home birth, lying in the marital bed like a queen.
Baker!Eddie counts down the days the doctor suggests before you and he can make love. He hopes to start the wonderful cycle of life again, and misses you pregnant already. You look so natural, beautiful, barefoot and round with his child while he brings home the bacon just below the tiny apartment.
And when his son is almost two months old, Baker!Eddie makes love to you and ensures your birth control-you specifically requested from the doctor-is destroyed. It’s easy, too easy in fact that just another month goes by and you’re pregnant again.
Baker!Eddie is triumphant. He’s proud of his little family, beautiful wife and baby on the way. Two-under-two, it’s a lot, but he knows you’ll be great just like last time. And now, his life is fulfilled, all because you decided to step through his bakery one day.
You were either going to die, or be in his life forever.
Baker!Eddie is so thankful you are the latter. He can’t say the same for the other four women he murdered since welcoming his second child into the world, but who’s counting?