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saturncodedstarlette · 2 months
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[In life you have two paths who you want to become]
Type A Y/N : I like to do illustrations ☺️💕
Type B Y/N : I like to dissect people, did you know I’m utterly insane ☺️💕
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rabbitblackx · 10 months
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Eddie Gluskin headcanons, please! c:
Eddie Gluskin x Reader Headcanons
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Everything else meant nothing to Eddie. You were all that mattered. His only purpose was to protect you from all the other whores out there
When Eddie was in ‘love’, he was blind to all but you. He followed you around like a lost puppy, smiling every time you glanced his way. He called you ‘darling’ nonstop. If he were to call you by your real name, you knew you were in big trouble
Eddie was gentle most of the time. He would just barely brush his fingers against your cheek, or carefully place his hands on your hips. But if he was angry or horny? Different person. He’d grab you by your throat, or thrust you hard against a desk
If Eddie accidentally hurt you when he was mad, he crumbled apart. He fell to his knees before you, tears rolling down his scarred face. He grabbed a fistful of your shirt, while pleading for your forgiveness
He was quite a hugger! When you least expected it, Eddie snagged you up in a bone crushing hug. You squealed against his chest, wheezing out that you couldn’t breath
“Oh, darling. I love you so much!”
The sincerity in his tone tugged at your heartstrings. It was hard with Eddie. He was so insane that you didn’t know if he truly did love you, or that he was kidding himself
You were always very scared, wary that variants could pop up at anytime. Because of this, you kept close by Eddie. He personally loved it. He prided himself on being your protector. He thought it was the cutest thing when you hid yourself behind him like a child
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horrorjunki3 · 10 months
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Can we have some general NSFW Eddie Gluskin Headcanons? That man is the love of my life
Eddie Gluskin General NSFW headcannons
An: I hope this is good ahah - Reader is GN
Warnings: Canon typical violence,NSFW, minors DNI!! cnc, free use kink, breeding -> discussions of pregnancy, some, Eddie feminizes you and calls you "wife, darling ect"
His cock is average length but it's thick and stretched you out so good
Loves missionaries, mating press and when his feeling more submissive he loves you riding him
Loves watching his 'wifes' tits bounce as they ride his cock like they're life depends on it (it kinda does)
Loves touching his darlings chest, regardless of size he'll caress them loves nipple play so if your sensitive he'll play with them until you cum untouched - when I say he loves it I mean he'll push you against a table and grope for hours -> please let him motor boat darling he thinks your chest is so whorish
Will playfully slap your ass
Loves fucking you in silky, revealing clothes that his made
Once a day his hands will snack into your pants as he plays with you whispering how good of 'wife' you are for him - once his made you cum he'll kiss you , lick his fingers clean get back to work
Secretly Wants a whore for a 'wife' but only for him, he wants them to be obsessed with his cock to worship it as he will them - loves coming home from work (lmao chasing other variants) to his sexy little darlings ass presented read for him to use
Will cockwarm you constantly - he loves slipping it in while your sleeping and falling asleep with it inside you -> you wake up hole trobbing and as you shift you feel amazing pleasure only to realise your husbands stuffed you full with his cock throughout the night - you'd leaking cum unable to think as lust clouds your mind you begin rocking back and forth enjoying your husbands cock
Has a breeding, pregnancy and lactation kink
his dirty talk consists of him being teling you your a beautiful 'wife' and how you deserve to be filled up, that your a filthy whore who needs to be punished, how you'll look so sexy swelling with his children, how your tits will look so sexy filled with milk -> he'll breed you daily so I hope you like creampies
There's never a minute where your not leaking cum -> sometimes he dips his hands under your dress and stuffs his cum back inside "Darling you keep wasting my seed, I know you like being filled how about we get something to plug that your whorish hole hmm?"
Your fucked so much I mean it -> your his 'wife' why can't he use you as he pleases and besides you sound so pretty getting breed - has a freeuse kink
Loves romantic cheesy sex and will caress your body as he whispers sweet nothing's ~ during this times he'll focus on you and make u cum harder then you ever have
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outlastrabbit · 5 months
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Hiiii I hope you've been well (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡
if you don't mind can you right head cannons for Eddie gluskin with a shy and timid girlfriend who is really nice and who loves to wear dresses and skirts If you want and you can change anything on this ask
I hope you have a good day don't forget to drink plenty of water and eat plenty of food (⁠灬⁠º⁠‿⁠º⁠灬⁠)⁠♡
Hope ur having a great day too! Make sure to take care of urself xoxo🥰
Eddie Gluskin with a Shy!Girly!Reader
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Eddie adored how shy you were. The way you’d advert your eyes, speak softly and blush made his cold heart melt. He purposely flirted and complimented you more, often showering you with affection or kisses. The way you blushed and shyly giggled made him swoon!
Eddie liked to sketch up dress designs for you. You timidly leaned against him while watching him draw, a small smile on his scarred face as you did so. You quietly pointed out how good he was at drawing or designing, and it made him kiss you. He also went to lengths to create these dresses in real life for you. He attentively listened to what styles you liked, leaning in extra close when your voice grew small.
A lot of the dresses and skirts you sported were actually made by Eddie. He only ever created the best for you, with perfect stitching and expensive fabrics. Sometimes you just smiled at the mirror, admiring the outfit he created for you with a big blush on your face.
Eddie was furiously overprotective of you. He strongly believed you were too good for this world, and needed to keep you cooped up and safe with him. He much preferred you to stay at home most days, almost going crazy when other men would even glance at you. Your shy and timid nature was just for him only. If he saw you blush or shy away from another person, he’d probably explode.
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lunarbreaksblog · 6 months
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Eddie x F!Reader
Note: +18 warning for smut
You felt your body quake with each thrust.
Your muscles twisted and turned, making Eddie behind you groan. You felt complete with him inside of you. Your naked spine could feel his lungs gasp for air as he rammed inside of you again, and again. It made you squeal with how sensitive you were from his roughness.
Eddie was no small man and the feeling enhanced even more as he knocked into your cervix. 
“Oh, you must’ve waited for me– for your husband to fill you” his disfigured face grinned as he felt you tighten around him from his hit to your cervix. 
He tightened his hands around your hair as you pulled you up. Your spine squeaked in protest as you were forced to arch your back. You couldn’t help but whine as the searing pain in your scalp spread out, you felt yourself become wetter at the sensation.
“Darling~ you like that? You whore” He spat out, malicious coating his voice. 
He got mad, you loved when he got mad. 
You were sick. 
You always had been, that's why you were in the asylum.
It just so happened that Eddie was in the same place.
It seemed like you were made for each other, how he completed you and how you completed him. 
He grunted as both of his hands wrapped around your fragile neck– you felt your eyes start to tear up as he started putting pressure on your windpipe. You loved when he was this rough, it made you even wetter. 
He knew that.
He was supposed to ‘train’ you out of your whorish ways but he couldn’t help himself but to indulge in your sinfulness. He smacked his hips into yours, fully seething himself in and then he stood still.
You walls convulsed around his cock as you felt the air escape your body, your lund grasping – causing your chest to ache as you tried to take in breaths, however, Eddie won’t allow that. 
Soon enough, once you started seeing black tendrils of unconsciousness around your sight, he loosened the pressure and allowed you to take in air. You were greedy in your breaths, you gulped as air flowed and started to fill your aching lungs. 
“Hmmm~ Oh, Darling! How I love how you fit around me” Eddie purred 
His hands left your neck as he put his weight on your back, trapping you on the makeshift bed. He still fully sheathed in you, starting slowly pulling out and once his head was only in, he thrusted back, lazily. He continued this pace as you felt your near your limit.
Your abdomen twisting in knots as you feel you reach your orgasm. With a screech! You came hard around him.
“I never said you could cum” Eddie growled, his teeth bared. 
You screamed as he then started ramming into you again. Your oversensitivity made every thrust from him burn you, tears fell down your flustered face.
You couldn’t do anything.
You just had to endure
But don't worry even if your body hated it, you loved it.
With each thrust and spread of pain up your body, you felt your abdomen begin twisting in a familiar way.
One hard thrust, his head speared your cervix open, you saw white as you screeched in pain from the painful sensation.
You felt his seed deep into your womb. 
“Your my wife! My beautfiul bitch! Just for me!” he growled.
You loved the man.
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lumierexfics · 5 months
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Chat Log Name : The smell of my love’s arbor
Chat Log Description : Eddie can’t seem to take his eyes off of you!
Online Users : Eddie Gluskin, Female! Reader
!! CW : Eddie being OOC, Phantom Pregnancy, Stalker-ish tendencies, Second Person POV!!
<< Ao3 link
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Eddie was never allowed to have female nurses, oh how desperately he wanted to indulge in such tender flesh that he knew always wanted him. But his heart belonged to you, his flower. You were untouched; pure, a delicacy for him to unwrap and savor. How he watched from the window whenever you entered Mount Massive, not caring what the scientists did to him in the basement since your face is what he pictured during those experiments that made him feel his flesh rotting from the inside along the pulsating, wriggling bugs that danced within the rot.
He needed this. He needed to sneak out of his room and head towards the lounge where one of the windows perfectly overlooked the park lot though he would have never let you drive since it seemed too much of a demanding task—too delicate for you. His brows furrowed while he forced himself to stay awake to watch you leave your car but the dimly lit street light glowed around your car. Eddie’s eyes widened seeing you being walked down from the steps to your car by a man. You were clearly flirting back to him, the way you smiled back.
Today was a different day, a new day for him to watch you exit your car in the same parking spot that you have always parked in. He heard the whispers of your fellow nurses how you were graciously invited to Trager’s place but he didn’t know if you had accepted it. It tugged at his heart, you betrayed him but a small piece of salvation remained but the small piece of salvation flickered out as fast when it came to existence.
He couldn’t believe it, his eyes widened, seeing your pregnant stomach. Someone touched his pearl, his soon to be wife. He—Trager polluted your tender skin, no it was his wasn’t it? Did his wishes finally get answered?
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Eddie hummed throughout the bloodied hallways.
“Rainbows day after day,” he mumbled the lyrics.
He smiled, scavenging through the bloodied rooms for clean cloth, sucking in breath and clicking his tongue in disappointment while using his knife to cut off pieces of white fabric that wasn’t coated in blood. He was near the entrance of the Mount Massive still scavenging and heard—smelled something so familiar from underneath the overwhelming aroma of metallic blood. His bloodstained black shoes walked towards a mixture pile of dismembered body parts and bodies.
“I will have to look around until.” He continued to say the lyrics while he knelt down and smelled a familiar perfume, moving organs till I reached it. “The right one I have found.”
He finally found you, nestled underneath the corpses; how the dried blood clung to your skin. You weren’t dead, he made sure that you weren’t dead. Clearly, you were happy to see him because you immediately wept out of excitement while desperately trying to escape; surely you wanted to get a view of your new home.
His back was turned, hearing the running water of the communal showers. He couldn’t have his new bride dirty and covered with the blood of other repulsive men. Dressing you in his homemade wedding dress that clung to your shaking wet skin with the homemade veil that he stuck to your head.
Eddie pushed away the rotting corpse of an unworthy bride, multicolored strips of fabric were scattered down the aisle and decorated ends of the rows of chairs. His hands adjusted the bow tie. He waited and waited to see you walk down the aisle, holding the bouquet of fabric flowers. You were taking a bit longer than he expected.
“Darling?” He asked.
His voice only echoed throughout the room, hearing himself from down the hallways. Stepping down the steps, his fingertips grazed the handle of his knife, eyes darted to the discarded bouquet of fabric flowers on the dirty hallway floor.
“Darling.” He picked up the discarded bouquet, looked around. “Where are you? Tell me that you’re alright.”
No response. Only the sound of his shoes crushing the shattered glass echoed throughout the ward. You were the same. All like the ungrateful brides that ever so desperately tried to flee from his loving grasp. He only wanted to love you, why couldn’t you do something so simple.
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alliddewrites · 11 months
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Masterlist
Requests open! :3
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Favorite - Revenant x Legend!Reader (Series)
Touch - Revenant x Reader (Oneshot) 🌺
Ballistic - General Romantic Headcanons 🌺
Ballistic - General Romantic Headcanons (2) 🌺
Ballistic - NSFW Headcanons 🔥
Ballistic - First Date Headcanons 🌺
Ballistic - Sick S/O Headcanons 🌺
Ballistic - General Romantic Headcanons (3) 🌺
Lifeline - General Romantic Headcanons 🌺
[Untitled] - Ballistic x Store Worker!Reader (WIP) 🌺
Precious - Revenant x Reader (WIP) 🌺
[Untitled] - Revenant x Reader x Ash (WIP) 🌺
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Staring Problem - Ghost x Reader (Oneshot) 🔥
Texting 'I love you' to TF-141 Late at Night (Text Messages) 🌺
Ghost - Breeding Kink Headcanons (FEM!READER) 🔥
Pervy!TF-141 Headcanons (FEM!READER) 🔥
Second 'B' - König x Reader 🌺
Pervy!(Colonel!)König x Reader Headcanons 🔥
Reader catching Pervy!König peeping (FEM!READER) 🔥
A Sweet Welcome Home - Ghost x Reader 🔥
Desperation - Ghost x Fem!Reader (WIP) 🔥
Down Time - Ghost x Reader (WIP) 🌺
Orange Peel Theory - Ghost x Reader 🌺
Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Harley Quinn!Reader x König (FEM!READER) 🌺
Neighbor!Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader 🔥
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Leland Coyle - General Romantic Headcanons 🌺
Richard Trager x Timid!Reader Headcanons 🌺
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samalong1 · 11 months
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How to survive being Gluskin's brids
Tw mentions of childhood sa,abuse,nsfw,and gluskin being gluskin
Ima write fluff for him after
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-he's in control period he needs to be if he's in control nothing can hurt him or you
-dont challenge this doing something small will send him into a rage with thrown furniture and smashen plates and if you did something really bad in his eyes your face
-laughs at any mention of truama he may have "oh darling you and your worry" he'd coo brushing it off denying it but his first of rage of his power being slightly taken down and the sobbing he'd do in the locked bathroom not wanting you to see him "be so womenly" as he'd say and deny him ever doing so
-never bring up therapy not after murkoff not if you want your neck to be bruise freed and not having things like whore shouted I'm your face he already escaped he isn't going back even if its healthy therapy he so desperately needs
-just be a good lil house wife wearing his 50's themed dresses with a tight chinched waist and bright heels
-if you want his comfort his hugs and praises to be wrapped up in his arms safe from his rage on his lap as be absently plays with your hair on the couch while he sings that dreaded song you'll just gave to submit to be his helpless lil wife
-he's constantly ogling you he loves his darling wife figure every curve and bump on her skin but really being able to grab and grope you makes him feel so strong and powerful able to bend you to his will
-he'll love dressing you like your his 1950's house wife prancing over in your low neckline tight waist dress with the cute patten sleeves and the long hem that twirls so gracefully with you as you take off his work jacket as you kiss his cheek so happy to have your protector and provider back home as your proudly tell him what roast or casserole you made so lovingly after dinner
-whats his job oh he'll just laugh "oh it isn't a woman's place to worry just know it gives us enough" he'll say proudly proud to provide for his family
-outside of work when he isn't constantly hovering over you singing songs and making sexist remarks as he rubs your waist while telling you how much he loves your child bearing hips he'll be in his office making you more dresses with bright colours and playful patterns his favorite being fruit ones of your lucky you can catch a glimpse of him making a lovely button up dress with a flowing skirt covered in a lemon pattern under the bright yellow ribbon while your cherry patterned dress hung off you while you wipe your hands off on your apron from doing the dishes
-only a peak though as he open the doors briefly he'll see you trying to Leer in and would chuckle and pat your head "such a impatient minx so excited for your husband spoils" but he'll always keep the door closed he hates being watched as he works that's what would lead to him being preyed on as a child when he was coloring or doing homework on the dinner table
-though sometimes he'll grow frustrated saying be can't get the shape and design to elevate but not overpower his wife's beauty but your starting to believe it's more sadistic from how his eyes gleam with how you jumped or yelp when pricked with a needle or how hungry his eyes were when there was a prick of blood as he comforts you scolding his big clumsy hands he loves the comforting you even if it's from his own mistakes or abuse it made him feel big
-also the possessiveness he has scared of the life he always dreamed of and daydreamed of his darkness moments scared some animal undeserving of the wife he sculpted to be perfection would be torn away
-because of that all his dresses will have his name sewn inside the hem to determine any dirty dogs who managed to lift it
-not like you ever manage to go out alone he'll say something sly like "what husband will I be letting a vulnerable minx like you put you need your husband to protect you" its somewhat true but he'll also be giving any man who glances at you the dirtiest angriest glare while his arm wrapped around your waist tightened so scary that the poor teenage cashier didn't dare make eye contact
-though sometimes when he's out at work you'll go out not wanting to wait till the evening to go out and to likely be turned down eith how tired he is from work and how he just needs his wife's cooking and a good foot massage
-one time you got caught when his work let him out early and he was wager to drive home and enter his wife's embrace
-you can't escape his yelling and insults and grip so tight on your wrist it'll bruise but if you simply look down and flutter your eyelashes even after his smack and being called a whore and just tell him that you wanted to get something for dinner and it couldn't wait he'll ease up and blame your woman drive to care for him to overlook your saftey
-if you want to Amp it up just whine and nuzzle into his hand that just hit you and say that you felt nauseous and thought that you finally may be pregnant and you coudnt wait for him to get a pregnancy test and that you also wanted to suprise him it'll quickly put you in his tight embrace and his cooes forgiving you as he goes to clean your wounds
-speaking of kids app sex will have some breeding undertones saying how he'll fill you with his seed and how goof of a mother you'll be
-it's not just cause he so desperately wants a family or a breeding kink but to him it gives the filthy whoreish act meaning and makes it a beautiful step to creating his legacy unlike past acts as a child
-also constantly being called a whore one time you wanted extra good wife points you dressed up in lingeri and the whole time he was slamming into you he was calling you a whore for seducing such a good man like him
-but after he'll grumbled under his breath about you never doing it again
-after sex he'll do his best for aftercare gently wiping you clean and kissing you softly and praising how good of a wife and hopefully if it takes a good mother but you need to praise him
-tell him how good he did and how good of a husband he is and how happy you are to have him and how you love his loyalty just praise sex is vulnerable even more to him and he needs to feel safe after and during
-because of this never try to be a top or play a more dominant role any ask will get you a dangerous glare and a flat out no and if you do something that he sees as you trying to take a lead like riding him and other things it'll instantly stop and he'll get up and go to the kitchen to open some wine accident or not give him space and apologize for acting so whorish and praising him even more
-don't ever try and take the lead without him knowing in a drastic way (not just cause of lack of consent on his part) but as soon as his arms or tied or blindfolded he freaks like in the beginning of whistle-blower screaming and kicking till the restraint is off and the moment your in his line of sight his hands are suffocating you and things hit the walls shattering if you survive you'll forever be labeled a ungrateful whore in his eyes and if he manages to control his urge to string you up to the ceiling like in the gym you'll be locked outside without a word
-short case don't
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iguessigotta · 1 year
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Eddie gluskin with a pregnant darling maybe
you know what's funny about Eddie Gluskin being one of my faves? i am terrified of pregnancy just headcanons for now - this ended up being more an exploration of the inherent horror of this situation than anything shippy, whoops. also kind of an au where Waylon does not survive his encounter with Eddie 18+ just in case CW: injuries, noncon, hostage, pregnancy, suicide mention cannibalism(?) probably more i missed. (no r*** - it is alluded to tho) i mean it's Eddie. the man is a walking billboard for "dead dove do not eat" ok lmao
being Eddie’s darling wife was a living nightmare
you’d been one of the few employees allowed near Eddie, and he’d developed a….thing…for you. well, not you, really, more the idea of you
and when the Mount Massive asylum fell into chaos, you were one of the unlucky people trapped inside
when Eddie found you he was quick to make his image of you your new reality
whether you wanted it or not
you’d initially fought him at every turn. unfortunately, Eddie had a temper, and was prone to snapping with no warning
you’d learned that lesson the hard way - your forearm was still in a makeshift splint, a dull ache where he’d fractured the bone in a fit of anger. or had he broken it? you weren’t sure. all you knew is it hurt like hell and made it nearly impossible for you to fight back
after that incident, you thought keeping your head down and quietly obeying him was the smart choice. that you’d be safe enough to ride out this mess until someone arrived to help
you had to believe that someone was coming. you told yourself you’d be rescued within the week, that there was no way a facility as large as Mount Massive could go down in flames like this without someone noticing
days turned into weeks, weeks into months (how many had it been? 3? 4?)
every night you sat, ankles bound to your chair at the end of some wobbly, bloodstained table, Eddie at the opposite end, a makeshift dinner spread between the two of you
occasionally there would be some sort of meat among the sawdust-flavored rations - Eddie was always vague when you asked him what kind of meat it was 
you resisted for the first month, but your resolve broke a week into the second, the hunger pains driving you to tears and forcing you to make a choice
so you ate. and you tried not to think about where he got it from
it was like the two of you playing some sick game of house
Eddie kept a close eye on you when he was around, restraining you when he wasn’t
you’d be tied to a chair. strapped down on your back atop some bloodstained hospital mattress. arms bound behind you, tied to a support beam and forced to sit on the cold concrete floor
all of it was miserable
Eddie said it was for your safety, but you knew better. especially after he’d found you with a knife you’d managed to get your hands on. he’d stopped you from trying to slash your own throat, spewing some bullshit about his darling preferring death over a blissful life as the proud mother of his many, many children 
 he wasn’t going to let you leave him in any way
some part of you thought about pleading with Eddie to “think of the baby” and untie you - but that only reminded you that you were, in fact, pregnant
and it was starting to show
whatever mental energy you could spare went to trying (and failing) to block that fact out of your mind
you felt like you were trapped in two horror stories simultaneously - one, enduring whatever Eddie decided to do to you on a daily basis, and two, the unwanted life growing inside you against your will
not to mention the mental anguish of what to do after the…birth. would you even survive that? would you want to? 
should  you try to raise and protect it? or would it be more merciful if you…
it was a horrifying decision to make, one that you flinched away from whenever you found yourself thinking about it
every day you wondered if it would be better to piss him off, have him kill you in a fit of rage. it wouldn't be hard to do, but for some reason the knowledge that you were pregnant stopped you
well, you told yourself, at least you got to skip Eddie’s “operation table”. all the men who came before you weren’t so lucky, if the video on that camera you found was to be believed….
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heretyc · 5 months
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I love the work u do it's sooo good <333
May I request hc and/or fic on how Eddie would react to a partner that plays love songs that are about men named Eddie (Ex:"I love you Eddie" by The Crystals or "Eddie my love" etc)
<3
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He'd be so confused at first lol. "Is...this about me??"
Despite the confusion, he'd be so flattered and think it was meant to be. You love songs about him, so that must mean you love him, right??
He would love nothing more than to dance with you to them, and he'd feel pride in him. He sings about you all the time, so it's such a treat to hear songs about him for once! He'd love to have you teach him the lyrics. You'll have to teach him a couple of times, because the first time you try to teach him, he'll be too enamoured. He adores your voice.
He feels kind of like a celebrity, though! All of these people singing about him?? He must be famous, and he doesn't know! When he leaves the asylum, he MUST dress nicely and greet his adoring fans! Oh, he'll be so happy to show you off. You're the one who taught him the lyrics to those songs, after all!
The first time he heard you sing, he was convinced you were a siren there to lead him to his demise. But he did not care; with his knife lowered and hemorrhaged eyes wide, he was in love.
"Oh, darling," he whispered to himself, approaching slowly with nothing but gentleness intended, he smiled, "I love you, too."
[Thank you lovey <3]
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rubyafton · 1 year
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animeandhorrorgirl · 1 year
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I just got in to Outlast and now I can't stop thinking about eddie gluskin and the others with a brash, loud reader who is pretty much the opposite of lady like in every way. I'm talking someone who has the mouth that puts sailers to shame, pretty much yells all the time and that wears things that can't even be considered cloths like insanely short shorts, micro skirts, crop tops that leave almost nothing to the imagination I need someone to write that and tag me in it please
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rabbitblackx · 11 months
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Hello, can I request any Leland Coyle headcannons 💕 I think there is a severe lack of content for this man
Leland Coyle x Reader Headcanons
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In Leland’s insane eyes, you were a criminal. He just loved criminals, and he was gonna love you hard enough to do the kinda damage the body didn’t recover from
When you first met on trial, he told you if you licked his boot, he just might’ve let you up. To his surprise, you actually did… and boy, did he fall in love?
You were no longer a reagent, but one of Leland’s prisoners. When one of your old friends tried to break you out, they were met with an electric baton right to the face
“This is my little piece of heaven.” Leland snarled to the reagent crying before him. “My rules!” He pointed back at you
Coyle was dangerously possessive over you. Other prisoners were killed on sight for just looking at you funny. He had married three times before, but he knew that youse was the one!
Very, very rough with you. Leland loved to manhandle you, in many ways than just one. But if you tried hard enough, you could break through that tough exterior and find a damaged man underneath. It was rare, but sometimes he may of broken down and become putty in your hands
If Coyle genuinely cared for you, he could be quite clingy and follow you around the police station. He sometimes liked to just watch you, observe you do your own little thing all cute and stuff
Leland’s nicknames for you included: sweetness, boy/girl, pinky, honey, songbird, etc.
When kissing you, he liked to hoist you up onto his desk and get in between your thighs. His beard scraped horrendously against your cheeks as he kissed you hard, holding onto you tight. There was no way you could wiggle away
Coyle loved to give you a little jolt of electricity here and there. Not enough to cause any real damage. Just enough to make you squeal or cry out. Your cute little noises drove him wild
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horrorjunki3 · 11 months
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Hurt/comfort with Eddie x reader, please? c:
Hurt and comfort with Eddie Gluskin
AN: This is my first time writing for Eddie and the first time I've written something hurt/comfort, so please be nice! I’m so excited to start writing for this fandom please feel free to request Outlast or slasher content – I wanna write some NSFW stuff!
Warnings: Hints of abuse and fighting, misology, Eddie using the word 'whore' and feminises reader (they/them), Nsfw kinda
Eddie is the one that initially causes the pain this can be physical or emotional -> this more likely occurs at the start of your “marriage” when he doesn’t trust you – he often mistreats you, when it comes to not being a perfect ‘wife.’
So when you try to escape, do something he deems as ‘whoreish’, or some other trigger he’ll lose it and snap at you – overtime again this does dwindler as he generally falls in love with his darling
When Eddie wants his words are like honey, his so sweet and charming and he touches you so tenderly but opposite to that his words are venom and touches are brutal.
When you panicked he tend to sing to you and whisper sweet nothings about how much he loves you!
Hell sits you in his lap while he curses you and tells you how he feel in love with you at first sight, how cute and perfect you are, you’re the ‘wife’ his dreamed of
“oh, you fairer sex always get so hung up on the little things, of course I didn’t mean what I said earlier darling, your my wife, my soulmate beloved I’m dearly sorry”
He’ll take you on a date and press you in something pretty and will be cheesy romantic until you crack a smile.
If your ever physically hurt, he’ll bandage you up while kissing you with crocodile tears – don’t get him wrong he does feel sorry for hurting his ‘wife’ but his unable to feel bad when their covered in his marks.
Of a night if you’re crying, he will hold you in his arms and tell baby names he has for your future kids.
“Hello, my beloved wife shall we have a treat in bed while we cuddle”
The next morning you wake up to his lips on you as he is loving caresses as he apologizes and begs for your forgiveness “your my goddess baby please forgive me, I will do anything my loving wife shall I fill you up?”
Overall, a loving doting ‘husband’ to his darling and will comfort you however he can!!
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outlastrabbit · 4 months
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May i request reader coaxing a crying Eddie from a nightmare? (Love ur writing c:)
Thank you!☺️💖
Reader Comforts Eddie Gluskin After a Nightmare
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Eddie jolted awake from your bed. You stirred out of your slumber too, feeling his heavy, strong weight shifting quickly next to you.
“Eddie…?” You croaked, eyes cracking open groggily as you sat up.
Eddie was wide eyed and gasping for air. You stared at him worriedly in the dark, unsure of what to do. You wanted to touch and comfort him, but he was just too unpredictable. You didn’t want to accidentally set him off in his terrified state, making him hurt or scare you.
“Eddie, hey…” you spoke gently as he sat next to you with a fearful expression. “It’s alright, Eddie. I’m here. What’s wrong?” You asked quietly.
“Before I woke up… a dream…” Eddie stammered.
You hesitantly lifted a hand and gently placed it on his broad shoulder. You fought back the urge to flinch as his blue eyes snapped to it quickly, but he relaxed under your touch.
“You had a nightmare?”
Eddie’s gaze turned to your face in the dark as his expression grew gloomy. He offered the tiniest nod as tears threatened to spill. Judging by the horrified and panicked state of the large man, you had a pretty good idea of what the nightmare was about. Who it was about…
“It’s okay, Eddie. It was just a dream. It’s not real. Not anymore. Nothing’s gonna hurt you now.”
Eddie adverted his eyes as tears began to spill down his scarred cheeks. He didn’t want you to see him this way. You frowned and rubbed his shoulder tenderly.
“Oh, Eddie. Come here.”
You wrapped your arms around the man’s massive frame, gripping him tight and resting your chin on his shoulder. He clung to the back of your shirt desperately, although still trying to be as gentle as possible.
“It’s okay, Eddie. It’s okay.”
Eddie cried softly against you, and it made your heart break. It was a genuine, sad and soft cry. The kind you couldn’t believe actually came from such a man.
“It’s alright now, Eddie. I’m here. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”
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lunarbreaksblog · 9 months
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WARNING: Eddie being Eddie and implied castration
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Monster // Eddie Gluskin x Male!Reader
You felt your body shiver as a gust of cold wind blew over you, making you even more cold. Your body was drenched in sweat, your blood fueled on adrenaline. Your legs moved on their own, as you ran, your feet smacking across the concrete floor. The only noise in the empty hallway.
The mismatched wedding dress clung to your sweaty body, seemingly transparent. Its clinginess made you cringe and uncomfortable, you hated this fabric. How it scratched at you, how it stung you with its very existence.
“Oh, Darling!”
You heard him call after you, his voice seemed far fetched. Your heart is racing, maybe you’d make it to the elevator to escape. It peered ahead of you, a beacon of hope. You could do this. You could make this.
You didn’t
You felt your lanky wrist get taken ahold of, causing you to fall forwards at the sudden stop. You fell on the ground as the hand released yours, you instantly turned around. Face to face with your ‘groom’.
Bright blue eyes met yours, the blood in his sclera made his anger more terrifying. More horrible your punishment was going to be. 
“Darling, you shouldn’t have run” He sweetly as he stalked around you, eyeing you up.
You felt dread racing up your spine, as he stopped behind you.
A rough hand clasped itself in your hair, pulling at your scalp, It burned. You looked up towards him as your neck bent backwards. 
He was being playful with you, he must've not found your escape a threat. You felt relief.
He must’ve noticed your relaxation and next thing you knew.
You felt pain spark throughout your face, it stung so badly that as a reaction your eyes began to water.
“Oh, you minx, I’m never letting you go” 
Love was evident in his eyes as the hand that slapped you, started caressing the side of your face, lovingly. 
“Don’t cry, we haven’t had the wedding yet” Eddie smiled at you.
You choked on a sob. 
Soon his hand went lower, to your neck. Where he found your problem. He felt your Adam's apple. 
His eyes darkened.
“First, we must fix your vulgarity, Darling, then you’ll be perfect”
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