#eddie gluskin x reader smut

[letternotekisses]

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mauga nsfw drabble 

cassidy nsfw hcs

nsfw mauga imagine

reaper nsfw hcs

hanzo with dragon shifter reader

nsfw cassidy drabble

OUTLAST / WHISTLEBLOWER / TRIALS

franco barbi nsfw hcs

leland coyle nsfw hcs

coyle + big grunt threesome hcs

mother gooseberry hcs

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[naerwenia]

The Perfect Bride - Eddie Gluskin x f!listener audio smut

May I interest you in some Outlast audio smut with the perfect (yandere) gentleman Eddie Gluskin? Graphic in many ways, very non-con, please proceed with caution. The script is great, and the voice actor really commits to the role, so it's really fun too. All credit goes to u/tacoboutthat for script and u/feliksthepirat for his voice acting.

Link to the reddit post (give the man a thanks):

https://www.reddit.com/r/DarkSidePlayground/comments/z4flng/m4f_the_perfect_bride_script_filled_rape_outlast/

and straight to audio: https://soundgasm.net/u/FeliksthePirat/The-Perfect-Bride

[pinkbewwy-milk]

based on starsandskies' prompt list.

Day 2: Against a Wall ft. Eddie Gluskin.

warnings: dom/sub dynamics, mild hardcore.

Eddie hadn't been with a woman for so long that it was hard to contain his impulses every time he found himself alone with you. Ever since that afternoon when you gave yourself to him, the man couldn't get enough of you. You were so attractive, so perfect, that he felt like a fucking animal in heat just looking at you.

Oh, and being buried inside you to the balls was the best fucking experience of his fucking life. You were always so submissive to him, so malleable and willing to do anything. Even though to everyone else in this fucking hellhole it was you who had managed to tame the beast, in the safety of any place without cameras it was he who was in charge. He took you harder and more shamelessly each time, the trust between patient and nurse growing. By then he had fucked you in his bed, and in the showers, and even in the lift. He had been on top of you, and behind you, and under you too. He knew your body even better than his own. He knew where and how to touch you to make you finish again and again. Eddie knew you liked feeling trapped. For some reason (maybe just because you were as crazy as he was), you were turned on by him imprisoning you in some way. Whether it was locking yourselves in the bathrooms, or pressing the emergency button on the lifts, or simply putting you on your back and against the nearest wall.

The latter was the favourite of both of you. If you liked giving him control, he loved taking it. And nothing better to demonstrate that than pushing you, lifting your skirt, and sticking his fingers up to the knuckles to prepare you. You squealed and moaned, pleased by the treatment you received, your cunt getting wet at an impressive speed. Eddie was considerate of you, always taking the time to get you ready and avoid pain —The difference in sizes was considerable, after all.

You did your part, releasing fluids in cascades, while letting yourself be fingered without further ado.

That morning you were in the female block C, the one that had been burned and forgotten by Murkoff since they no longer had female prisoners anyway. You often walked around there, even before your first time, and even more so now. It gave you the space you needed, the freedom to be as loud and do as you pleased. Eddie had had a bad night, plagued by unpleasant dreams, so he wanted to get even as soon as you set foot in the area.

Without exchanging a single word, the man enclosed you in his arms, pulling your shirt open, your bra receiving the same fate. He was soon kneading you lovely tits, thumbs teasing your perky nipples as his firm thigh pressed against your sex. You began to moan and gasp instantly, soon leaving a stain on the prisoner's pants. Eddie arched his back to kiss you, tongues tangling, cold hands pushing his head into your face, temperature rising even higher than before.

Soon Eddie pulled away, grabbing your hips and turning you around. He pushed his body against yours, crushing you against the cold wood, and pulled back a little to get you into the right position. You bent over on your own, presenting your ass to the man, legs closed because, although a little painful, you liked it better that way. Eddie bit his lip, lifting the short skirt and looking at that beautiful body. Your stockings were wet, obviously, but your panties were soaked. The man pulled the former ones down, opting to just move the latter ones aside. You stood still, waiting patiently as Eddie got rid of the damn uniform. The orange suit fell to his ankles, and the man was quick to pull out his erection, stroking himself a little before bringing his fingers to you.

You stopped him, though. A shake of your head, not a word needed for him to understand. He put his hands on your hips then, and in a movement almost caused by muscle memory, entered you. It felt glorious, as always, and at the same time as never before. The lack of preparation made you stretch with his cock, stealing your breath, and Eddie's as well. You stood still for a moment, a small moment to enjoy the burning of his size against your cunt.

And then, the whole world disappeared for you. There was only pleasure as Eddie pounded into you, as you held on to the wood with all your strength. Your breasts were pressed against the wall, the movement stimulating your nipples, adding up to the pleasure of your entire nether region. You moaned and begged for more, Eddie obliging your requests, and nothing but that wall witnessed all the pleasure, perhaps more, in which you immersed yourselves that morning.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

I have two ideas I can't get out of my head !!

1: Eddie Gulskin with a hypersexual darling !

2: Sitting on eddies face like omggg

😳😳😳

Thank you for the request/ideas dear anon. I just continued to explore the two things a little further and see what comes of it. I still hope you like it ;)

warning : smut (nothing graphical but still)

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1. Eddie gluskin with a hypersexual darling i think initially it wouldn't really stand out in the relationship. Not something because Eddie is too busy building a cot, finishing the room or furnishing. No, because you two are sleeping together so much right now, he would hardly notice. But the more you catch yourself moaning his name and just can't get enough. He is blown away. ,,Oh darling...I had no idea your love for me was so lustfull" he purred as he found his partner lying naked on the bed. At first he had only heard a few rustling sounds of fabric before he had gone into the room for fear that she would have hurt herself, as he couldn't make out the sounds at first. But when he saw his darling lying there moaning, cheeks flushed, murmuring his name. He loves it because not only does it fit that his darling feels the same love so often, but they could also start a family very quickly. He clearly loves it. In his eyes, there is no such sickness in his darling and any self-doubt or problems that might arise he would simply smother with love. His love and care for his darling was the most important thing besides starting a family. He would definitely tell you during any sexual activity how beautiful you are, how proud he is that you share the same love for him. It would only excite him more to imagine what else he could catch his darling doing.

2. Sitting on eddie's face he would love it. I think this is where his loving parent side shines. When his Darling has looked after the house, looked after the children and cooked, he loves to spoil his Darling. Just grabbing his beloved by the hips and pulling him towards the bedroom or the couch. ,,My beautiful wife deserves a reward" he purred as he lay down on the soft ground and pulled you on top of him. First he put you down on his upper body before he saw the embarrassed look on his darling's face. ,,Now all of a sudden shy? Oh darling let me spoil you" he purred before he simply lifted his lover up by the hips and put him on his face. He knew exactly what to do to make his darling moan. While his tongue worked wonders, his hands would only pull you tighter. Holding you by your hips and giving you the reward you deserved. It is one of many ways he shows you his love.

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[animeandhorrorgirl]

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

[madamedestler]

So if anyone is as into Eddie Gluskin as I am, I spent my Saturday busting this bad boi out 👉👈

[nastyatticman]

okay but Eddie x his darling and gentle but passionate pregnancy sex

[p0rnd3aler]

DO YOU HAVE AN OBSCURE FAV THAT DOESNT HAVE ENOUGH FANFIC WRITTEN ABOUT THEM?

bc same. I take writing requests. I encourage requesting any fandom/characters you want!

Here are some fandoms I write for:

-Outlast

-My Hero Academia

-Demon Slayer

-Jujutsu Kaisen

-Death Note

-Obey Me!

-Haikyuu

-Five Nights at Freddie’s

-Hunter x Hunter

-trigun stampede

That’s all that I can think of off the top of my head, but feel free to request whoever you want! Just make sure to list what they’re from so I can make sure I do enough research about their character!

THINGS I WILL WRITE

-nsfw/smut

-sfw/fluff

-angst

-head cannons

-fem reader

-male reader

-nb reader

THINGS I WONT WRITE

-scat

-underage bs

-character match ups (like, I won’t tell you which character I think you belong with)

-gun play

-no heavy gore (light is okay)

I def forgot some stuff but if you’re confused about anything pls just ask!

MINORS DNI

[whimsyvixen]

“I don’t think that I can wait until our wedding night.”

😩😩 I'M FUCKING SCREECHINGGG!!! 🥵🥵

@h-cake

Hi! Love your stuff and I've been binging it a lottt!! Saw that requests were open so I wanted to send one.

I've been having a brainrot over Eddie Gluskin meeting a virgin!reader that has always wanted to be a wife (and a mother 😳).

┊ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — one-shot.

┊ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒) ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — eddie gluskin x afab!reader.

┊ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — SMUT/18+! abduction, dubious consent, virgin!reader, eddie is his own warning lmao, descriptions of gore, breeding kink, choking, dirty talk, slight degradation, vaginal sex/rough sex, biting. not a nice character.

┊ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 5,020.

┊ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — thank you so much for your request & I apologize that I took awhile! I actually went back and played some of whistleblower for this lmao ,, I remember when I was obsessed with this character (you have reinvigorated the outlast spark, anon !!! ❣️) if you aren’t familiar with outlast (taglist) that’s totally fine! I hope y’all enjoy! ❤️

┊ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — @peachygothgirl ; @mrs-heelshire ; @slasherfantasy ; @loraxlola ; @the-wordis-bird ; @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better ; @iamcautiouslyoptimistic ; @dootys ; @mehidktbh ; @darklylucid ; @lttlegore ; @the-anxious-youth ; @callmemeelah ; @comicalrage ; @horrorstories123 ; @krakersy ; @bloodwithpeachmilk ; @suguruswife

“Did I frighten you? I’m awfully sorry, darling. I didn’t mean to.”

Pinned between a table and the splintered, dilapidated hardwood, you were biting into your palm to keep from making any noise. Perspiration built up upon your back, sending cold shivers up your spine as echoed footfalls began to stalk closer and closer, weaving their way through the numerous shelves and sewing units. You could hear your heart, hear your blood pumping, ringing within your ears.

Mount Massive Asylum had become your personal hell — your own dimension bent on tormenting you. You were only there for what seemed like less than an hour, desperately hoping to visit your brother, a patient at the facility, but the carnage began with you inside of the building.

You’d been beaten and thrown, chased and maimed, but you were far more resilient than you’d ever let on. Your brother was the only remaining family you had left, and you had a sick feeling that he might not have lived through whatever disturbed carnival this place had turned into. There was gore everywhere you turned, countless corpses, maniacs running everywhere.

If your brother was alive, you prayed that he wasn’t like them, that he hadn’t succumbed to whatever nightmares these people dreamed. You weren’t going to be allowed to see him whatsoever until you threatened to slam them with a lawsuit, but of course, something terrible always intercepted something good.

There was a stranger prowling around within this room, you were locked in with a murderer. One of the patients that had chased you down here called him Mr. Gluskin. To your complete bewilderment, he spoke with a clarity that many others in the facility lacked, a suave, debonair charm that almost coaxed you out from underneath the table, at first.

And then you saw the bloody knife and the corpses — the absolute strength of the man, dressed as if he’d come straight from a vintage bridal magazine, a groom complete with a bow tie and a patchwork vest. He was moving about the tables, humming to himself as if this were commonplace for him.

His appearance happened to remind you of your own engagement, called off a few weeks ago. You were keen on being a wife and finding your happy ending, so to speak, but after you found out about the vast amount of lies fed to you by your fiancé, you backed out. Even then, you were young — early twenties with plenty of time to try again.

It all hinged upon whether or not you would survive, of course. There was the mounting possibility that you would die here, and this would be your final resting place, some hellscape of an asylum crawling with horrors beyond your wildest imagination. Your chest tightened, and you swallowed hard, fighting back the onslaught of anguished tears.

As the bulky man crouched down to inspect the table across the room from you, you could barely make out your disheveled, terrified expression within the reflection of his knife. Your breath hitched, and you fought hard to stay quiet, pushing any and all thoughts aside, shoving lamenting to the recesses of your brain.

“Hm, quite a recluse, aren’t we?” He sighed, exaggerated and exasperated, growing tired with your state of hiding. He knew that you were close, that you were here in the room with him. One of the shelving units happened to obscure you from sight, but not for much longer.

The man clicked his tongue, tapping the blade of his knife against the top of the table. His movements were akin to a seasoned predator, searching for his prey, eerie-blue eyes fluttering over his surroundings. You couldn’t stay hidden forever, and as much as he thought about waiting you out, he was growing impatient.

He stalked forward, standing only a few inches away from the shelving unit and table you were huddled underneath, and it allowed you a closer look at him, even if it was dark. Moonlight pooled inside of the room, pale slivers dancing across his pale skin, one side of his face marred and riddled with scars.

You almost let out a squeak of terror, shoving yourself as far back into the table as you could go, your legs beginning to shake. He was so close, and if you were to reach out, you might’ve been able to touch him with enough straining. Your teeth were sinking into the flesh of your palm to keep from making noise, no matter how much it might’ve hurt.

“Where could you be, darling?” He hummed, gaze flickering toward the shelves and tables on his left. There was something terrifying about his glower, laced with sinister intent, intermingled with a misplaced adoration. Placing the knife back into his belt for now, he walked forward, giving you the illusion that he was searching elsewhere.

With an indomitable amount of strength, he wrenched backwards, gripping the table you were hiding underneath, and practically tossed it to one side, watching it fly across the splintered floorboards. He heard you scream, paralyzed and trembling where you sat, clad in the jumpsuit of a patient.

“There you are, my love.” He purred, standing tall above you, clasping his hands together. There was nowhere for you to go — you were trapped, pinned within the jaws of this man. “Not such a recluse now, I see.” The man grabbed you by the back of the jumpsuit, hauling you forward.

“P—Please don’t kill me!” You wailed, whimpering when he jerked you forward with an inhuman amount of strength. He dragged you from the darkness and into the vast stretch of moonlight upon the floor, and it hurt to feel some of the splinters catching upon your skin. “Please!” You begged.

The man was quick to crouch down on top of you, so much bigger and much, much stronger. In such close proximity, he was more human than the rest of them in appearance, save for that tangled web of livid scars on the right side of his face. His eyes were bloodshot, a sea of red around cerulean irises. A snarl left him when you wriggled underneath him, hands tangled into the front of your jumpsuit.

You were no patient — not at all, he realized.

You were clever enough to disguise yourself as one, for whatever purpose, but he wasn’t blind, and he wasn’t stupid. There were no female patients at Mount Massive Asylum — at least, none that he hadn’t created himself. Wherever you were from, whatever you were doing in this place, he took it as a sign that you were placed here just for him.

Why else would you be here?

Grasping your chin within his hand, he inspected you, your pretty face and doe-like stare, the small cut you’d endured along your jaw — nothing that he couldn’t fix for you before the wedding. You became quiet, letting out the occasional whimper, and you didn’t struggle nearly as much as he thought you would. The pad of his thumb stroked across your skin, brows furrowing together.

“So beautiful,” He uttered, lips curling into a lovesick grin. “It seems that I won’t have to do any sort of alterations this time.” You were perfect — at last, had he found his true love? Confusion permeated your gaze, accompanied by a furrowed brow yourself as you were completely still underneath him. No use in fighting to make it worse, you figured. “Marvelous.”

Alterations? You were baffled — this man was caught within his own nightmarish fantasy, just like the rest of the patients. You shivered when he caressed your cheek, your chest rising and falling with your quick, labored breathing. He terrified you, but not nearly as much as some of the patients you’d encountered here.

“So very quiet, aren’t we?” His thumb trailed across your lower lip, head cocked to one side. “You do speak, don’t you darling? It would be a shame if I couldn’t hear you,” His sigh was exaggerated, dramatic. He clicked his tongue, reveling in your softness. You were the silkiest thing he’d touched in ages. “Especially on our wedding night.”

Trapped underneath him, you didn’t even know what to say — words coagulated within the back of your throat, unable to force themselves out. Your breathing was sporadic and panicked; you were a canary caught within the jaws of a cat. He held your face with a strong grip, one that was demanding and not entirely gentle, commanding your attention.

“Wh—What are you going to do to me?” You gushed, swallowing hard as the man released your face, gloved hand falling to your sternum. The way he towered over you and enveloped you was wholly intimidating, and you wouldn’t dare try and fight this man, no matter how he presented himself. You ogled the knife on his belt, instead.

“What you were made for,” He uttered, palm finally coming to rest across your belly. “To be my beloved bride,” He leaned in toward your face, inhaling a gust of your saccharine scent. “To bear my children.” You couldn’t tell if he was serious, but his tone indicated that this was what he planned to do to you.

It sounded insane, but it was ultimately better than dying. Your head told you to run, to scream and flee, but you were fighting against all rationale. If you could subdue him, maybe it would be easier to get away. You couldn’t tell if he was toying with you, but it didn’t seem that way. You remembered the hand-stitched wedding dresses you saw when you’d first escaped downstairs.

You said nothing — maybe it was shock, the words coagulating within the back of your throat, or maybe you were unwilling to speak. Your chest rose and fell at a panicked pace, heart hammering so hard that it rang out within your ears. This man was glowering down upon you with a twisted smile, trapped within fantasy and not reality.

“Use your words, darling. I would hate to pry that mouth of yours open,” His words took on some frightening edge, dark and dangerous as he squeezed your chin so hard that you whimpered, and you opened your mouth right then. “Such beauty.” He sighed, petting your side with his other hand.

Tears pricked your eyes, and you reluctantly spoke, your tone kept sickeningly sweet in an attempt to subdue him. “Marriage?” You breathed, swallowing hard as you put on some sort of facade. “Ar—Aren’t you going to propose?” You inquired, and that seemed to delight your future “husband”.

He hummed, hastily removing something from one of the breast pockets of his crudely-made vest. “Of course,” He purred, and sure enough, he presented you with a tarnished, silver ring, topped in tiny diamonds and crusted crimson. You wondered whose finger he cut off to obtain the trinket. “There we are.”

Snatching ahold of your hand, he practically jammed it onto your left ring finger, no matter how ill-fitted it happened to be. You gulped, hand trembling throughout the whole ordeal as he managed to get it onto your hand. The ring would’ve been pretty if it weren’t for the environment, the dingy blood, or the man forcing it onto your hand.

“Now it’s official.” You squeaked, your finger throbbing with pain as you let your palm settle next to you. There was a tremulous tremor within the bottom of your throat, making your voice quiver whenever you spoke. It was some conscious response to fear, to the amount of stress you were feeling in that very moment.

Sweeping you off of your feet, your newfound groom held you like a blushing bride, squeezing you against his wide chest. His countenance was contorted into a lovesick grin, glittering eyes glowering down at you, but there was some unhinged malevolence behind it, lingering beneath the surface.

He carried you through his labyrinth of sewing machines and wreckage, humming to himself as he made his way toward the torture table. You almost gasped when you saw one of the patients bound and wailing on the wooden surface, completely stripped bare. His skin was mottled and strange, like the rest of the patients here.

You looked away, breath hitching within your throat, and your new companion seemed to notice your immediate discomfort. “If his screams bother you, darling, I will get rid of the little whore.” He murmured, and you shook your head. You weren’t about to have anymore blood on your hands.

You had no idea where he was hauling you off to — you could barely remember the way out, if there was any getting out at all. This man seemed far more cunning and more intelligent than most of the patients here, just as brutal and crazed as the rest of them. You intended on playing the long game, making him as docile as possible first.

“Oh, my love,” He sighed, pressing his lips against the top of your head, “I am so fortunate to have found you. I certainly hope that none of those filthy creatures have laid their hands upon you.” It was all said with such sincerity that you knew, for him, it was completely real — but delusional, all the same. “I will take such good care of you, I swear it.”

This was insanity — you should’ve run when you had the chance, try to find your way out of this hellish labyrinth, but it was too late now, wasn’t it? Tears pricked at your eyes, but you worked swiftly to blink them away, pressing your tongue against the inside of your cheek. You didn’t know what to say or how to respond to whatever left this man’s mouth.

Even if it all sounded outlandish and strange, you needed to keep up the facade, you needed to subdue him, get him to trust you. Playing along was the only way that you knew how. “Thank you,” Your voice seemed much steadier than you thought it would. “For taking care of me, Mr. Gluskin.” Despite the anxiousness wrought within your tone, he paid it no mind.

This was a maze — a horrible, bloody maze. The more this man winded through corridors, marked by crimson stains and the stench of decay, the more your heart sank into the pit of your stomach. You were involuntarily clutching onto him out of fear, attempting to suppress your shudder as he passed by a set of doors — you swore you saw hanging bodies.

“How formal,” He uttered, lifting an eyebrow before shaking his head. “It’s Eddie, darling.” Eddie Gluskin — the man downstairs. You nodded several times over, terrified of upsetting the man. As Gluskin took you deeper into the depraved clutches of his own personal hell, you subtly searched for exits, for windows, any shred of potential escape.

At last, he arrived at a room at the very end of a corridor — a dead-end, of course. Wherever you were, it looked like a wing for a handful of patients. Moonlight pooled within the confines of Gluskin’s quarters, windows barred by wrought-iron bars, the pounding of rain reverberating against bulletproof glass. He locked the door behind him, unceremoniously depositing you onto his unkempt bed.

Scrambling to gather yourself, your gaze tore away from the macabre scenery of his room and toward the crazed man himself, eyes glistening like pinpoints of bright light. Gluskin only stood a few feet away from you, but the distance seemed so thin, as if he were pressed against you, weighing you down with his indomitable presence.

The sinful, hungry sheen within his stare only solidified why he’d brought you here — your stomach sloshed with a turbulent worry, goosebumps collecting themselves at the base of your spine. An equivocal tension built between the both of you, marked with your mounting awareness and Eddie’s violent lust. The gleam of the knife caught upon silvery rays — you knew you needed to tread carefully.

“Irresistible you,” Eddie crooned, his voice emerging as that familiar husky lull he’d used with you upon your first encounter. “I must admit to my vulgarities, darling.” He hesitated, breathing uneven and tight with excitement as he stalked closer, akin to that of a fearsome predator. “I don’t think that I can wait until our wedding night.”

Swallowing hard, you felt the knot within your gut, words coagulating within the bottom of your throat, unable to emerge to the surface. Your digits wrenched themselves into the sheets beneath you, heart hammering so hard that it threatened to burst from your chest. You were afraid, you were nervous — but you knew better.

Rejecting Gluskin would only spell your doom, and so you played along, played right into his hand, into his maddening delusions of lust and of eternal matrimony. Your lips parted, and only a stuttering breath emerged, your eyes fluttering between his grinning visage and the bloodstained knife hanging from his hip.

“You know how a man gets when he wants a woman.”

Eddie’s voice was nothing more than some seductive purr, and admittedly, you found it alluring, deep down. It was vile to come to the conclusion that you were getting some sliver of enjoyment out of this, and you wanted to vomit, but you steeled yourself instead. The closer he stepped, the more you crumbled underneath the lascivious ogling he gave you.

You’ve never done this before — you’ve never been in this situation. It certainly wasn’t playing out how you expected it to be within your mind, but that's besides the point. “I’ve — I’ve never …” You left your sentence vague, but your implications ignited something dark and deadly within Gluskin.

“Oh?”

At last, there was nowhere left to go, the Groom looming directly in front of you, a malignant shadow that refused to depart. You caught the pearlescent sheen of his teeth through the caliginous room, feeling unnerved at the sight of his countenance. His grin was wolfish, chilling — it sank right into your bones, making you shiver.

“Saving yourself for me,” Eddie hummed, gaze raking across your form before he motioned toward your threadbare, bloodied garments. “Remove your clothes.” He stepped back enough to allow you proper room, but he wanted to watch for his own enjoyment, watch you unwrap before his very eyes.

Your hands trembled as you sheepishly unfastened the buttons at the top of the patient’s jumpsuit, attempting to suppress your nervousness. Your obedience was enthralling to Gluskin, whose hands tightened into fists in order to restrain himself, knuckles white underneath his gloves. He watched you like a predator would watch prey — obsessed, ravenous.

Sucking in a sharp breath, tears pricked at your eyes, but you fought against them, quivering as you peeled off the top of your jumpsuit, letting the tarnished fabric collect around your hips. Sheepishly, you adjusted yourself enough to wriggle the jumpsuit past your thighs, discarding it in a pile onto the splintered floorboards.

Instinct told you to shield yourself from this man’s grotesque stare, but you didn’t, sitting in your undergarments with skin so hot that you felt completely feverish. Laid bare before your newfound ‘husband’, his breath hitched, surveying your flesh, the canvas of perfection set before him.

“You must lack proper hearing, darling,” Eddie rasped, taking one step forward, “I didn’t say to stop, did I? It would be unwise to keep your beloved waiting.” He reveled in your doe-eyed stare, throat tensing, jaw tightening as you nodded, fingers clamoring toward the metal hooks at the center of your back.

Shrinking underneath his stare, you hastily removed your brassiere, terrified of the consequences if you went any slower. However, your mind bristled with an idea — your mouth began to move before you could make a rational decision. “Maybe you could remove the last piece?” You asked, bewildered by the sultriness that permeated your tone.

Christ, you were so fucked — you’ve never been looked at in the way that Gluskin stared at you, as if you were the incarnation of perfection, living and breathing, placed before him. You despised yourself, hated that you reveled in the way he worshipped you through eyes alone.

Foaming at the mouth, Eddie swarmed forward, brazenly stepping in between your legs, absentmindedly licking at his lower lip. “You’ve found your voice,” He purred, inhaling a gust of your saccharine scent. “Such a little whore, aren’t you? I find myself unsurprised,” Those strong hands curled into the waistband of your panties. “Always the quiet ones.”

You nearly choked, hands flying toward his biceps, thick and taut underneath the dirtied fabric of his dress shirt. You hoped that you weren’t thinking straight, prepared to excuse this all away by means of fear and intimidation, but you couldn’t — desire crept into your mind, poisoning all sense of coherency.

He kissed you then and there, devouring your mouth with a sloppy passion, if one could call it that. It was domineering, hellbent on making you fully succumb, but to your chagrin, you were reciprocating his kiss, clutching onto him for dear life. You were cursing yourself tenfold for this — maybe it didn’t matter now.

A sonorous groan fell upon your lips, and Gluskin didn’t remain static for very long. Wandering hands wrenched your panties aside, just enough for his fingers to deftly stroke at your slit. You gasped, hips involuntarily jolting into the sensation of his hand. It ignited a fire within the pit of your belly, a fire that now demanded to be extinguished.

“Darling,” Eddie hummed, brazenly licking at the corner of your mouth, “So soft, so …” He kissed you again, famished and in desperate need of your embrace, rutting his fingers into your clit. A grunt ripped past his throat when you ground yourself into his hand again. “So very needy, aren’t we? I’d like to remedy that.”

You wanted to beg so bad — you couldn’t. It would leave you stranded with nothing but regret if you did, but he touched you with such want that it sent you spiraling. You were going to surrender your virtue to this man — this monster, this deranged killer.

So be it, then. You were tossing caution to the wind.

After he stroked at your soaked cunt, he brought his fingers to his mouth, greedily sucking on glistening digits before he let out some strangled noise. “You taste divine,” He panted, clicking his tongue. “If you behave, perhaps your husband will reward you.” Gluskin growled, pressing a palm into your chest as he pushed you down.

Squirming and writhing atop the mattress, you listened to the unbuckling of his belt, watching him wrench his vest open, buttons ripping from their sockets. He was deliciously toned, some bulky mass of musculature, some of the scarring having made its way down his collarbone. You wanted to hate him, and you couldn’t.

You couldn’t.

“You are going to make an excellent mother,” Gluskin husked, hunching over you, animalistic and tangled up within his own fervor and fantasies. He spread your legs apart, teeth gnashing together as he freed his cock, unbearably hard and slathered with precum. “Swollen with my seed,” He groaned, guiding himself to your cunt. “A gift to be savored.”

He was going to break you in half — you had no idea of what to expect, but your lovesick paramour was very well-endowed. Gluskin was cunning enough to pick up upon the momentary terror that settled within your gaze, and he grunted, callously pushing his cock inside of you without much warning at all.

You whimpered, crying out in both shock and uncertainty, but after pain, came pleasure. It was all rushed — it lacked tact, it lacked any shred of romanticism, all falsified within the twisted mind of Gluskin. He set an uneven, sporadic pace from the very beginning, pent-up and needing you.

“Let me,” Each word was enunciated with the brutal thrust of his hips, cock driving into your tight cunt with no amount of gentleness. “Let me fill you up.” Eddie snarled, growing somewhat impatient as he attempted to find some sort of rhythm. One hand settled against the swell of your hips, thumb caressing along the side of your stomach.

A wanton moan tore past your lips as you held onto him for dear life, eyes squeezed shut, your stomach flooding with a rush of relief. Warmth pooled between your thighs, and the more your arousal grew, the easier it became for Gluskin to fuck you without much hindrance. It wasn’t perfect — it was a little uncomfortable, his pace, but you didn’t care.

Grunts and snarls emerged from the man above you, voice strained with exertion as he let his other hand tangle around your throat. His grasp wasn’t exactly suffocating, but it was far from tender, thumb pressing just above your pulse point. Wisps of air were stolen from your lungs, but not enough to draw concern.

Gluskin rutted into you like a man possessed, groaning all the while, wanting to cum inside of you so very terribly. He fantasized about what you might look like, doting and full with his child, providing him with the family he’d always craved. Lacking the proper upbringing, he would replace such neglect with you — with a new life, with his aspirations.

His mind turned salacious very quickly, beginning to focus on now — on stuffing you with his seed, fucking you until every shred of energy was expended. Your cunt clenched around his cock, and you sang to him with your symphony of needy whimpers and mewls, panting his name as if it were the only word you knew.

“You like this, don’t you?” Eddie rumbled, pervious to your arousal — your subdued demeanor had only given way to the festering desire inside of you as he destroyed your walls. “Oh, you whorish madonna,” An amorous chuckle escaped him, followed by a breathy growl. He didn’t pause, no stopping him as his cock battered your poor, abused cunt. “I want to hear you say it.” He snapped.

Gluskin had flipped a switch inside of you — you wanted this so badly. The life you desired had been stolen from you when your engagement broke into a thousand pieces, and now, he was giving you everything. Albeit, he went about it in such horrible ways, but you couldn’t keep lying. You loved this.

“I—I want you so bad,” You whimpered, unable to stop yourself, now. “Please,” Doing the one thing you wouldn’t do — beg. “Eddie, please, please,” He was filling you up, cock pumping inside of you over and over again, pulsating with heat, fucking you ragged. “Cum inside of me.” The rational side of you cried out in dismay, in disappointment — you elected to ignore it entirely.

The noise that Gluskin made sent shockwaves right into the pit of your stomach, soaked slit giving way to the brutality of his thrusts. He stooped down, capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss, biting at the thin flesh, tasting a swarm of copper during the exchange. Eddie was frenzied, face burying itself into your neck, sinking his teeth into your skin, marking what now belonged to him.

With a strangled moan, you rolled your hips into his, feeling his cock pound into you until it could go no further, stretching your cunt with his size. Stinging bruises and bloodied marks were littered across both neck and collarbone, accompanying your myriad of injuries received from the rest of the Asylum. His hand held your throat, pressing underneath your jaw.

“Darling,” Eddie nearly moaned, using whatever wave of strength he had left to obliterate you, fucking you so hard that you swore you saw stars. His cock lewdly slapped into your womb, aiming to fill you up, carrying out his goal of breeding you. “Such a sin, you filthy,” He panted, sticking two fingers into your mouth, “Filthy little slut.” He rasped.

Sputtering and choking around his fingers, you felt them press toward the back of your throat, and you wanted to fly off the edge. Gluskin’s cock didn’t stop, not for a second, fucking you into oblivion, pulsating with heat, making sure each thrust reached for your insides. The tension was climbing, the coil threatening to burst for the both of you.

The sight of you gagging and sucking on his fingers was what really did it — Gluskin saw right through you like a thin, threadbare veil. You were just as desperate as he was, and his lips curled into some devilish grin, throwing you off-guard. “You’ll be perfect,” He grunted, purring next to the shell of your ear, “I am going to make you perfect.” Eddie snarled, and that’s when you came undone.

You felt weightless, floating — you made a mess all over his cock, tendrils of drool leaking from the corners of your mouth as he kept his fingers lodged into your mouth. Tears stung at your eyes, and instead of fighting them off as you had for so long, you let yourself sob from the pleasure.

Eddie’s hips finally lost their unyielding brutality, stuttering as he came inside of you, buried so deep that you thought he’d snap you into two. Rope after rope of hot, virile seed pumped inside of you, coating your insides, leaving you unbelievably full. He rasped and grunted, hunched in above you as he bred you.

He was staring at you again, slowly drawing his fingers out of your mouth before wrenching his hand around your chin. The suddenness of his gesture took you by surprise, but this hold wasn’t nearly as painful as the one he’d executed earlier.

Gluskin kept himself inside of you, ensuring that his attempt at a legacy be sealed, thumb tracing across your bloodied lower lip. His countenance contorted into one of pure delusions, an unrestrained obsession, the swell of possessiveness that threatened to swallow you whole. He wrapped an arm underneath you, pressing you close to his chest, lips lingering next to the shell of your ear.

“In sickness and in health.”

[bombsquad9]

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝗼 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞

Hello! I am Ro, and I am 18-21 year old trans man. I write for many fandoms (which shall be listed below). This is indeed my second account, I deleted my last one because I needed to refresh everything (feed, posts, etc). I will try to post frequently, and if I do not then please be patient with me, because it probably means burn out or poor mental health. I also have a new Wattpad account, which the username is also bombsquad09 (it will also be linked below, along with a tag list). Every fandom and character within will be in alphabetical order. Some of the fandoms I do write for will not be listed, and that is due to me not taking requests for those specific fandoms. Thank you!

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝗼𝗺𝐬:

✞Apex Legends

—> Character(s): Catalyst, Caustic, Fuse, Horizon, Loba, Mirage, Octane, Revenant, Seer, Valkyrie, Wattson.

✞Call of Duty

—> Character(s): John ‘Soap’ MacTavish, John Price, König, Nikto, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley.

✞Fallout 4

—> Character(s): Cait, Codsworth, Deacon, John Hancock, Nick Valentine, Porter Gage, Preston Garvey, Robert MacCready.

✞House of Ashes

—> Character(s): Eric King, Jason Kolchek, Joey Gomez, Nick Kay, Rachel King, Salim Othman.

✞Just Ignore Them

—> Character(s): Brea, Mark, The Sheriff.

✞Mortal Kombat

—> Character(s): Johnny Cage, Kung Lao, Liu Kang, Noob Saibot.

✞Outlast

—> Character(s): Chris Walker, Eddie Gluskin, Jeremy Blaire, Miles Upshur, Richard Trager.

✞Resident Evil

—> Character(s): Ada Wong, Alcina Dimitrescu, Albert Wesker, Ashley Graham, Carlos Oliveira, Chris Redfield, Claire Redfield, Ethan Winters, Finn Macauley, Jake Muller, Jill Valentine, Leon Kennedy, Lucas Baker, Luis Sera, Nikolai Zinoviev, Piers Nivans, Sherry Birkin.

✞Subnautica

—> Character(s): AL-AN.

✞The Quarry

—> Character(s): Abigail Blyg, Dylan Lenivy, Emma Mountebank, Jacob Custos, Kaitlyn Ka, Max Brinly, Nick Furcillo, Ryan Erzahler.

✞Tomb Raider

—> Character(s): Lara Croft

✞Until Dawn

—> Character(s): Ashley Brown, Christopher Hartley, Emily Davis, Jessica Riley, Joshua Washington, Matthew Taylor, Michael Monroe, Samantha Giddings.

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✞Transphobia, Homophobia, Racism, Sexism, Fetishizing, etc will not be tolerated. If you do anything related to any of those topics you will be blocked from my account.

✞Do NOT request things such as pedophilia, rape, zoophilia, etc . If anything you are requesting is like that you will be blocked from my account.

✞If you send hate in my anonymous inbox then you shall be ignored, and your message will be deleted. If you're going to be hatefully, don't be a pussy and hide behind an anon.

✞Minor shall interact with anything that is not labeled 18+/MDNI/smut. I can't stop you, nor am I going to carry out an investigation to find out if you're 18+. If you're a minor and you interact and see something you don't like; THATS NOT MY FAULT.

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝗺:

⚠︎︎Requests are currently open⚠︎︎

✞If you are requesting please be specific about what you want. This includes characters, setting, whether it's ship/xreader/headcanons, and other criteria you want. I can't make it what you want if you don't tell me.

✞I will write smut, fluff, and angst. Headcanons, ships, x readers, preferences, etc are all acceptable within reason.

—> When it comes to smut I will write quite a bit, even somewhat darker themes (Again; I draw the line at things like rape). I may not be good due to having lack of practice from where I didn't write for awhile, my apologies.

—> When it comes to angst, I will write almost anything. I will write (TW) suicide, alcoholism and other addictions, etc. Though, I won't write EDs or self-harm. Similarly to smut, it may not be good due to lack of practice, my apologies.

—> Anything out of reason would be minor x adult in a pedophilic/romantic way, human x animal (no, this does not include monsters) in a zoophilic/romantic way, etc.

✞Be patient, I will want to take my time on requests for various reasons. Sometimes I need breaks, sometimes I don't have any ideas, sometimes I will have writing sprees. It depends on the minute, so again, be patient. If you complain about how long it takes your request will be deleted and ignored.

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✞I will mostly write m!reader (AMAB and AFAB), but if you do want f!reader or gn!reader just let me know in your request, and I will do. If you do not specify I will either do m!reader or gn!reader by default. The only exception to this is if it is a lesbian/sapphic character.

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⚠︎︎This post was last updated: 10/27/24⚠︎︎

[beardothebard]

The bard introduces himself

*background metal noises*

Welcome to my blog :D

I use this blog mainly to post the oneshots, prompts, etc. you requested me or some stuff (fanfics, memes, etc.) I just want to share with you guys.

Which leads us to the next part: Requests! I'd be delighted to get some! :D

In the following, you can find the fandoms, pairings, etc. I write about.

Fandoms:

Supernatural

Tatort Münster

Lord of the Rings

Outlast

Alice in Wonderland (Tim Burton's movies)

Pirates of the Caribbean

Pairings:

Spn: Destiel, Sabriel, Benny x Dean, Dean x OC/reader, Sam x OC/reader, Bobby x Crowley, Bobby x OC/reader, Charlie x OC/reader, Ellen x OC/reader

Tatort Münster: Boerne x Thiel

Lord of the Rings: Aragorn x Legolas, Legolas x Gimli, Aragorn x Haldir, Aragorn x Boromir, Faramir x OC/reader, Elrond x Gandalf, Eowyn x OC/reader

Outlast: Eddie Gluskin x OC/reader, Chris Walker x OC/reader (only before the riots)

Alice in Wonderland: Tarrant x OC/reader, Tarrant x Time, Alice x OC/reader

Pirates of the Caribbean: Jack Sparrow x Norrington, Jack Sparrow x Barbossa, Jack Sparrow x Gibbs, Jack Sparrow x William Turner, Jack Sparrow x reader/OC, William Turner x reader/OC Tia Dalma x OC/reader, Elizabeth Swan x OC/reader

What I write:

oneshots

prompts

only boyslove and girlslove (sorry, not sorry), please let me know what you want :)

dark themes (coping and struggling with mental health, PSTD, depression, drugs& addictions, etc.)

horror, hurt/comfort, fluff, minor smut, angst,

if you wish me to write an OC of yours, please give me a detailed description, so I can do my best and write them as authentic as possible :) I need to know how they look, what their character is like, what they like and don't like, the most important info on their past, their occupation and some hobbies :)

platonic and romantic stuff

What I don't write:

plain porn

straight pairings

toxic relationships (well, Outlast is the only exception here...)

smut including characters who are still minors (nope, just nope)

dub!con/non!con stuff

I've never done requests before so please be patient with me in case it takes longer until I've finished the work :) I have a busy private life and it's important to me that you're happy with what I come up with :) In case I'm not sure I got everything right or if I need some more information, I'll send you a message.

In case you have an idea for a request and it's not listed under what I don't write- feel free to send me an Ask :)

[whimsyvixen]

I adore your Placer Venenoso artfic! ❤️‍🩹 Do you think you’ll be writing for Eddie Gluskin again? I too, as you said, “have a soft spot for this sick fucker” LOL.

Ya know, I really want to.

I've already had like several scenarios played in my head about what he'd do to ensure you got pregnant. Like tying your limbs to the bed posts and spreading you wide so he can have access to you 24/7. Putting a pillow under your ass to make sure his spend stays rooted inside you. Abusing your tiny clit, forcing orgasm after orgasm after telling you that it will help his seed travel to your womb easier. Maybe making his own makeshift dildo to keep his cum inside, keeping you plugged and preventing it from escaping your pussy.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

~ My Darling ~ Eddie Gluskin ~

warning +18, minors don't interact please don't, smut , angst, hurt, emotional, dark theme , obsession, knife play, breeding kink

Summary : Waking up from the darkness, she has to admit to herself that she would not get out of here so quickly. Eddie, however, already had the next surprise for her. From dry rose petals to a big threat, Eddie has it all. He is the first husband

Info : Beware dear reader this fanfiction was writen by me two years ago. So the msut might be not the best. I hope you still like it

next chapter, masterlist

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Slowly she woke up again and filled the dull aching pain in her head. Black spots stretched through her vision and only made the room seem darker. Slowly her body came out of its stupor. She hissed as her fingers lightly ran over her aching head. 

It took her a moment to realize that she was not in her bed. That she wasn't in her home. That she wasn't having her morning coffee and hearing the meow of her cat. There was only silence and a dim light from a naked incandescent fixture hanging from the ceiling like a hanged man.

Slowly she straightened up and her vision was still slightly blurred from the collision with Micheal. When she looked down, she found the wedding dress still on her. A reassuring fact and she listened to herself. After a brief moment of silence, she breathed a sigh of relief, as far as she could tell, the eleven had not yet taken advantage of her.

At least she hoped they hadn't, although she would rather be unconscious than conscious when it happened. She looked around but it was the room she had woken up in since her first fainting spell. But the knife, her gift from Michael, was nowhere to be found.

The knife was gone. Where is it? I had it with me, she thought, remembering that she had dropped it. She cursed softly and slowly got out of bed. The blanket was pushed aside before she slowly put her feet on the cold floor. Goosebumps covered her body because of the few clothes.

She listened, but she was not aware of any of her tormentors. But she wasn't sure about Freddy and Pennywise, who could have been anywhere. She was especially surprised that Freddy had not tormented her in her dream. When she looked at her ankle

she was relieved to see that there was no chain. But whether this was good or bad she did not know.

On the one hand, it meant that she could walk around freely, which was good. But it also meant that she would probably have to go to her killers. Humiliating. But if she were chained here, the chance that they would all jump her after one would probably be greater.

Slowly she went to the door and to her great surprise it opened. Is it a trap? she asked herself, but still she ventured further. Her feet touched something soft and cold and she looked down. It was rose petals. The flowers, however, were no longer fresh and collapsed when she touched them and lifted them up. Next to them lay a letter written in beautiful script. She opened it and read, 

Darling come to me I have a surprise for you.

Your loving husband Eddie Gluskin.

A shiver ran down her spine as she repeated the words over and over as if it would change anything. But it didn't and what she knew was. She probably wouldn't survive another swearing session. Her body would not withstand it and even Micheal was not gentle with her. Instead of slamming her against the car, he could have just grabbed her. He was strong enough for that, he had the muscles.

She shook her head and only then did she remember her car keys. I have to find the key first and then get out of here she said to herself and she knew that she could not escape her slightly changed fate.

How bad would it get before the sex that might be good if they were merciful to her. Was there still the option that they would kill her at the latest when Eddie found out that she couldn't have children?

She briefly put a hand on her stomach before gripping the letter tighter and following the rose petals. She knew that they would most likely lead her to Eddie's room, but she hoped that none of the others would. Because she could not judge Eddie's reaction to her escape.

Slowly the roses came to an end and she stood in front of Eddie's door. Her hands trembled slightly as she knocked on it and received an Come in. Her eyes went to the floor as she closed the door and took a step into the room. ,,Darling, there you are at last, look at everything for you," Eddie said happily and she lifted her head.

The room reminded her of one from the sixties, thrown together with what they had and pictures of families hanging everywhere. There was a sewing machine in one corner and a doll next to it on which he must have made the dress. Light, pleasant classical music played in the background and if you left out Eddie, the room had a reasonably pleasant atmosphere.

Had it not been for the large marital bed that seemed to be his pride and joy. And Eddie himself who was now standing in front of her. ,,It's...pretty," she said hesitantly, avoiding his gaze. ,,Yes, it's wonderful, I built it especially for us. Our home. Our children's home," he purred, taking the letter from her hand and placing it on the table with the sewing machine. Suddenly he knelt down in front of her and put his hands in hers.

He kissed her gently and seemed to want to end the trembling. ,,Darling my Y/N don't be afraid. I will be good to you not like...my father and uncle to me. I promise I will take care of our children. Even if you are not a virgin. The demon didn't take the wonderful thing from you," he murmured, looking hopefully into her fearful, uncertain expression. ,,Or is there something you want to tell me? What is the reason you ran away, darling?" he asked several times and stood up abruptly before pushing her against the door, his hands gripping hers tighter. ,,My Rose lies are not good in a relationship you know?" he whispered and she felt his hot breath on her ear.

She jerked away but Eddie wrapped her hands even tighter so that she was afraid they would break. ,,You're hurting me Eddie" she said and the fear got a grip on her again.

He looked at her, his bright eyes wandering over her form, lingering briefly on her breast. ,,No, my love, you are hurting me. I'm not lying to you look I'm telling you a secret and you're telling me mhh how does that sound?" he said and his hands slackened a bit to show her that he was serious.

Hesitantly and uncertainly she nodded in agreement and Eddie seemed relieved. ,,I'll start, I have to admit you're not my first wife. There were many...very many before you. But none could even come close to you, my darling. Can you forgive me, I promise I will love only you" he said and she heard the slight break in his voice as if he was about to cry. ,, It's okay. I forgive you" Y/N said and gave him a small smile hoping he would let go of her. ,,I'm glad you're so kind, now why did you run away?" he asked and his eyes fixed on hers. She couldn't escape his gaze and yet her head was spinning desperately trying to find an excuse.

,,I-I guess there was no particular reason I was afraid. I-I wanted to spend the night with you first, I was afraid one of the others would be," she stammered, but found it wasn't such a bad lie.

Eddie checked her out and she saw herself dead on the floor, but instead he brushed a strand of hair out of her face and gave her a kiss on the forehead. ,,Darling, that's just wonderful of you. You are so incredibly good to me. So good for me," he murmured to her, causing an unwanted blush to appear on her cheeks. ,,But that's not why you hesitated. I saw it in your eyes. Is there something you don't want to see our children grow up?" he asked, and his expression seemed to change to a mixture of madness and anger.

She flinched and startled when he showed her his knife. Slowly and gently, he drew the tip across her skin, leaving red strokes on her arm. Before he went further up and arrived at her neck. She could feel the cold metal against her throat. The heartbeat underneath it was captivating. She whimpered as she felt the point right in front of her right eye.

One sting, one sting would be enough and she would be blind. ,,Say it, honey. Come on, it's not that hard, I'm not going to kill you yet, honey," Eddie continued to purr and his fingers stroked her neck. ,,So excited...so aroused" he purred as he felt the heartbeat. The knife came a little closer and it took one more and then he would poke her eye out. ,,I-I can't have children...it's a genetic defect," she said in defeat, still fixing the knife.

Eddie pulled out and Y/N squinted her eyes before crying out. But the pain or blindness did not come. Instead, the knife was stuck in the door next to her head, moving slightly. Tears had come to her eyes and panic gripped her body when she saw the look on Eddie's face. He looked like he was going to rip her head off or worse at any moment.

Then his arms wrapped around her body before he lifted her bridal style and carried her to the bed.  Y/N tried to push away from him but she only met tense muscles and two strong arms holding her.

She cried out when he threw her onto the bed with a jerk and she got a short veil again. ,,You stay there!" he hissed and

Y/N stopped trying to escape before she pushed herself backwards as best she could.

Her eyes did not leave Eddie's face, but they did not linger long on his face, but continued downward. Her husband had unbuttoned his shirt and taken off his suit vest so that his abdominal muscles were visible. She stopped for a moment at his midsection as her eyes fixed on the bulge in his pants. 

Oh fuck was the only thing she thought before the bed creaked and Eddie came towards her. ,,Please don't, I can't give you children" she tried as Eddie grabbed her by her ankles and pulled her towards him, which was met with a startled noise from her.

Her breath was fast and frightened by the danger around her. While his was deep and rather excited. A mixture of two feelings that collided. His hand grabbed the dress at her breast and with a strong jerk it was torn from her body. Startled by the cold, she got goose bumps and tried to hide her exposed parts with her hands.

Her pleading and fearful gaze met his fierce one. ,,Please, I beg you, don't," she pleaded, but when he came closer, she just jerked away. She could feel his warm breath on her ear. It reminded her of a wild animal. Of a hunter who was about to kill his prey. ,,Do not be ashamed, my wife. It may be that you think you can't have children. But our love is stronger than that" he whispered and started to kiss her neck.

Despite his crazy two-faced nature, he was surprisingly velvety. A Gentelman, she thought, and under other circumstances she might have thought of him as a one. She wanted to push him away, but when he grabbed both her wrists and tied them to the bed rail with his tie, he gave her a dreamy look. He could just bend her like a doll as he wanted, she was his toy. His pretty lustful toy.

She admitted that with the partners she had she had done bondage but it was consensual and not forced. This was something completely different, Eddie had been holding her far too tightly as if he was afraid of losing her. ,,So beautiful my pretty wife you are so lovely" he purred and his hands clasped her bared breasts.

Despite that they were rough, his touches were almost tender. He seemed to know what to do and she admitted it was pleasant. She gasped as his tongue ran over her nipples and she noticed how her attempt to escape became less.

He sucked on the sensitive spots while his other hand played with her other one and tweaked it slightly.

It wasn't long before she felt the tingle on her breasts. Redness spread over her cheeks she didn't have to look at them to know that they had hardened. ,,I bet you taste fantastic" he purred and started sucking on her sensitive nipples. Reluctantly, her body took over and surrendered to the pleasure.

She pressed her thighs together and whimpered. Her hips pressed lightly against his thigh, trying to get more of the arousing sensation. ,,So impatient" he commented, but let go of her breasts. He kissed his way up her décolleté to her neck where he began sucking on her carotid artery.

Eddie was rewarded with sweet sounds and she knew he was intentionally leaving the marks in the visible places. When he was done, he surveyed his work and smiled dreamily. He ran his thumb over it and stopped for a moment at her neck. He felt her rapid pulse and she looked at him uncertainly but with dilated pupils. ,,You are mine. My wife. My family. My property. My obsession" he murmured to her before his lips laid on hers and his tongue drove into her mouth.

It was clear that he was going to dominate, his whole presence was dominance. It was clear that she would adapt from the survival aspect. But she shamefully admitted here in this moment she submitted voluntarily.

She wanted it. She wanted him. She wanted the arousing feeling. She wanted the pleasure. She wanted the sex.

,,E-Eddie please," she whimpered as he finished his kiss and looked at her. His thumb brushed her lips and he seemed to consider. ,,So you have accepted it. I am proud of you my wife" he announced proudly and kissed his way down her body. ,,Let's give you your reward good girl" he praised and his hands went between her slightly opened thighs. He roamed along the soft flesh of her thighs before spreading kisses on the skin and starting to suck on it. ,,So gentle," he murmured and continued to praise her with sweet words. She moaned in shame as she let Eddie bite her in the soft flesh.

,,My wife verything about you is mine" he told her and the two pairs of eyes met. They were both driven by lust and gave in to their desire. Although it was not enough to bleed, the marking would probably remain for the time being. Her hips moved towards him as he stroked her clitoris with his cold fingers. ,,So sensitive and wet," he murmured as he let his fingers wander further.

But it was true during the whole process she could feel the wetness between her thighs. It was embarrassing, but Eddie seemed to see it as just another incentive.

His two fingers alone filled her up a lot, they were nothing to her or her toys she had at home. It was completely different to have someone completely unknown on and inside of her. She shuddered but reached out to meet Eddie's fingers.

For a few more moments he pleasured her with his fingers and tongue before he noticed the slight trembling of her legs. ,,What's wrong my dear?" he asked softly and she saw the grin on his lips.

But she just shook her head and tried to suppress her mumbling noises. ,,You just have to tell me," he tried, kissing his way down her body again before biting into her sensitive nipples. ,,Ah Eddie please...fuck me" she blushed and turned away in embarrassment.

,,Good girl" he praised her before she heard him open his pants and take them off. Her eyes stayed for a moment on his hardened cock which he stroked lightly.

" This is not going to fit" she thought and was now more unsure of her entire situation.

However, Eddie seemed to be able to think of only one thing.

,,Just enjoy it" he mumbled hastily before she felt his cock inside her. They both moaned with her having a hard time getting used to the big one.

But the other took no notice of that. Before she could even ask him to slow down he had already picked up his pace. ,,Eddie sto-stop too much" she gasped and tried to get used to the feeling.

She felt his hands on her hips as he gripped tightly and set the pace. She knew it would leave a mark. ,,So good for me. So tight my darlin so fucking good for me" it came breathlessly over his lips and he bent over to seal her lips. The moaning and gasping sounds of the two died down and they gave themselves to the kiss.

When he pulled away and suddenly put her thigh over his shoulder and thrust too she moaned loudly. Eddie paused for a moment watching her excited expression and seemed to know what he had done. His thrusts became wilder and after a few moments she was only fixated on the sensation.

While he thrust wildly and held onto her hips with one hand, he kept running the other over her pulsating clit. She felt her insides gradually tighten and the tingling sensation in her belly increase. ,,Eddie I'm about to cum" she told him and she felt the sensation increase. ,,Oh, so good for me, you're going to look wonderful as a mother. Your belly when it swells and your breasts fuck so good" he murmured to her and she felt the thrusting of his cock.

But what surprised her was that it was just these words that made her insides tighten.

With a few more thrusts and the sweet enticing words of Eddie she came moaning his name. Only a few moments later Eddie came as well, putting his hand on her belly and murmuring something to himself. 

Exhausted, she lay on the bed, but after Eddie had untied her, he did not move away from her. Her wrists hurt but she didn't complain for what she got. Exhausted but slightly surprised, she looked at him.

,,I will get you pregnant, my darling, just a little more" he said and gave her a kiss on the head.

In fact, after a few more minutes he withdrew and put the white blanket over her form. She wanted to ask him for a towel, but when she saw Eddie's warning look, she stumped. He lay down next to her and hugged her from behind. ,,You are my beautiful wife," he whispered before she fell asleep from exhaustion.

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[alphbetomeg]

Alpha! Eddie x Omega! Reader.

Warning: Stalking, violence, obsession, typical Eddie. Anyone can read this, but Eddie will refer to you as female as he usually does.

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“Darling!” He called, voice light and playful. Masking the malice and irritation that hid just beneath the surface, “don’t run from me! I only want to help!”

You didn’t heed his demand. As crippled and desperate as you were in your state of heat, you would never willingly bend to the will of an Alpha so renowned for hurting others. In ways so vulgar and psychotic that thinking of it made your stomach toss and turn.

While you still had your sanity in tact, unclouded by the need to be taken and filled, you’d evade him. And if luck was on your side, then maybe, just maybe, you would actually escape.

Fifteen minutes later, and you had found yourself in the upper levels of the ward. A flight of stairs had taken you to an area you had never seen before and you would have considered yourself lucky. Had the door into the room the steps led to not been barricaded closed. You had tugged and yanked as violently as you could without making too much noise at the doorknob; tears welling in your eyes in desperation. Every passing minute had your heat growing deeper, and your ability to deny a domineering Alpha what he wanted was wearing thin. It would only be a matter of time until he trailed your ever strengthening scent again, and when that happened, you were surely done for.

It was a pathetic last resort, but in an attempt to hide yourself from the infamous groom, you tucked yourself away behind a bundle of crates that were stacked just behind the staircase. And not a moment later, you heard the pressing weight of someone ascending the steps.

You didn’t need to look to know it was him. You knew his scent. The time and pattern of his footfalls, the low rumbling of his voice as he hummed. Your heart began to race in your chest, adrenaline burning hot through your body, making everything around you feel slowed down, and muffled. You could barely breathe. Even if you wanted to run now, you couldn’t. Instincts torn between hiding to survive and wanting to serve the approaching Alpha, having you rooted to the spot.

He was coming closer. You knew he knew you were there, all you could do now was hope that whatever the punishment he was sure to give you would be swift. And as minimally painful as possible.

You whimpered as you caught sight of his eyes peering over the boxes at you, head inclined at a tilt as he leered down at you. “Darling,” his seethed, all traces of forced pleasantness completely gone now, “you really gave me a run around, didn’t you, you little minx?”

You could only squeak in reply as he heaved a box out of the way, and took a step towards you. He hauled you to your feet, and not a second after, had you roughly shoved up against the wall behind you.

His breath was hot against your face, and you tilted your chin to the side to evade his burning gaze. His hands were intrusive and tight holding you in place at your waist, before on ascended to grab your cheeks, and force your eyes to meet his.

“What do you have to say?” He demanded, face set in a glower.

“I-I’m sorry, Alpha.” You rasped out in reply.

He smirked then, a strong leg pressing insistently between your thighs, and grinding up against your core. A guttural sound of pleasure crawling from the back of his throat as you gasped and squirmed, Omega instincts now in full control of your mind.

“Good girl.”

[whiskehorange]

Your Horror Mother’s (NEWLY PRICED) Writing Commissions

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Irresistible

Eddie Gluskin x Reader drabble

Eddie can’t wait till your wedding night, he knows you’ll find him irresistible.

Reader is gender neutral, has a vulva.

Warnings: canon typical violence, non con / consensual non consent, breeding kink

He knew you’d be perfect for him. You just didn’t know it yet, but he did.

Eddie knew all about you, and he was so glad he’d found you. You were spread eagle on his operating table right now, hands and feet bound, but you were out cold. The gas tended to do that to people.

As eager as he was, Eddie Gluskin was still a gentleman. As much as he wanted to take you then and there he’d wait… until your wedding night, at least.

Oh, you’d be glorious.

You must be deprived, sexually, as much as he was. With all the chaos and uncertainty around there was surely no way for you to relieve yourself. He bet you’d be ravenous the second he gave you the chance.

You’d pounce on him the second he crawled into bed with you, wouldn’t you?

Eddie adjusted his pants, suddenly too tight. Maybe he’d take this… somewhere private. It would be unseemly for you to catch your groom palming himself to the thought of you two together, even if it was inevitable. He moved to another room and closed and locked the door behind him. Not that anyone would dare barge in on him during such a private moment.

The night of your union… you’d beg him to ravish you. He wouldn’t want to deny you, but if he did - you’d fight for it, wouldn’t you?

He could see it, himself all worn out from the wedding, laying back on the bed as you pleaded him.

Come on, please, just the tip, you’d try to convince him. Your clothes already gone, you were pressing your plush thighs together for friction. But no matter how good you looked in the lacy little number he’d sewn for you, he’d say no.

But you wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Oh, you’d pin him down and take it from him. Strip him bare just as he had done to you earlier. Take his cock in your hand - a smug smile on your face seeing he was already half hard for you - and stroke him until he grew hard enough for you.

Then, oh, then you’d be in too much of a hurry to consider his pleasure, or to take off the panties he made for you. No, you’d just push them to the side slightly and sit on his cock, fully taking him in. Even if you were taking him like this he’d be worried, he knew it would be so hard for someone like you to take someone so big on their first time, even if he was your husband.

You’d fall forward into his chest, pinning him down, as you eased yourself onto his cock. So wet and tight around him. You’d take a moment to sit there, get used to the stretch, before you started to fuck yourself on him. Head falling back with your little moans, half coherent ramblings about how good he is, how big, how he fills you up to the brim. Like any good husband does.

He could see it in his mind’s eye- pinned back on the bed while you pleasured yourself on his cock, nothing he could do. The suddenness - he’d come inside you for sure. And you’d keep going, keep at it, chasing your pleasure until you came as well.

Sure, he’d be shaking with overstimulation, but it would help his seed take.

And if it didn’t, well… you could always try again.