#Eddie gluskin x Reader

[outlastrabbit]

Has anyone requested Eddie Gluskin with a shy s/o? ♡

Eddie Gluskin with a Shy!Reader

Eddie found your shyness absolutely adorable. The way you were so quiet and timid? Ah! He just wanted to protect the hell out of you.

He was never not calling you darling. It got your cheeks so red and he lapped up every second of it. Eddie loved to hold you in his strong arms and nuzzle into your neck. He could feel the heat creeping up your flesh as you grew bashful at his advances.

“Darling.”

You timidly snaked your arms around his neck as he pulled you into his lap. He closed his eyes and hugged his arms tightly around your waist, nuzzling you like he couldn’t get close enough. He began to place gentle kisses against your neck, making his way up along your jaw.

“I want you to have my baby.”

Your eyes widened and your cheeks grew even hotter. A small grin met Eddie’s scarred lips as he kissed all over your face. He stared lovingly into your eyes for a moment. You went to advert your gaze shyly, but you couldn’t look away from that icy blue. You smiled back at him softly, bringing a gentle hand up to stroke his scars.

“Oh, Eddie…”

Your voice was but a small whisper as you hugged Eddie’s neck. You pulled him closer into a tender embrace, resting your chin on his shoulder and soaking up his warmth. He couldn’t stop smiling at the flustered look in your eye. He adored how much his loving words affected you.

“I love you, darling.”

It made your heart skip a beat every time Eddie said that. Your breath hitched as your shaky smile grew wider. You remained in his lap while stroking all the scars on his cheek, mustering up the courage to say…

“I love you too, Eddie.”

Eddie pulled you in impossibly closer, smiling against your lips as he kissed you passionately. You tensed for just a moment before melting completely into it. The way you two got each other was like ecstasy. He knew you were definitely the one…

[charliedawn]

Can the slashers meet Eddie Gluskin? I am just curious you don’t have to if you do not want to. And have a good day or night😊

Warning: MY KNOWLEDGE OF EDDIE GLUSKIN IS ALMOST NONE EXISTENT AND THIS IS AN INTERPRETATION OF WHO I THINK HE IS. PLEASE. DON’T COME AT ME.

Eddie Gluskin AKA "The Groom"

- 46 years old

- Patient with OCD and post-traumatic disorder. Obsessed with finding himself a wife. Abused physically and mentally as a child.

- Very tall and muscular man, middle-aged, with a black slicked back disconnected undercut hairstyle which is neatly combed down and light blue eyes.

- Eddie's face is covered with red scabs, skin peelings and he has a severe case of subconjunctival hemorrhage in both eyes, the right more so than left.

Face claim for him: Cillian Murphy.

VERY DANGEROUS. APPROACH WITH CARE.

Once you read his file, you frowned as you learned that Eddie Gluskin had been abused at a young age. You already felt bad for him. You knew that the first thing that man would need once entering St Louis was to have his personal space as patients with post-traumatic disorder needed to be handled with care—especially the first few days. Hence, you decided to keep his arrival a secret from the slashers at first, as to not frighten him. You were walking towards the entrance with General McCain and a couple of his men when you were made aware he had arrived.

"Be careful. He has already killed two guards in Mount Massive Asylum not a week ago. He is a tough guy."

You chuckled and shook your head.

"Don’t worry, James. I know how to handle tough guys…"

James nodded with a small smile on his face before he opened the door for you and you entered the room where a handful of policemen were waiting. They were surrounding a man who was chained down to the bench he was sitting on. The man was quiet and his eyes were facing down to the ground. You took a few steps forward before making your way through the policemen to reach the patient.

You stood before him.

"…Eddie Gluskin I presume ?"

The man remained silent for a while before he slowly raised his eyes to look at you.

"…"

He didn’t speak a word. He just started staring at you before you smiled and decided to introduce yourself.

"Y/N L/N. But, you can call me Nurse Y/N. Pleasure to meet you." You extended your hand forward and Eddie Gluskin stared at it for a moment. You chuckled awkwardly as you realised he couldn’t really shake it as he was chained up.

"Oh. Right. Sorry about that. I—" You were cut short when you felt a pressure on your knuckles and your eyes widened as you realised that Eddie Gluskin had just kissed your hand.

…

He then looked up at you with a smile and finally replied.

"Pleasure shared…"

You blinked twice in astonishment before you quickly retreated your hand and Eddie simply smiled at you. Little did you know…You had just unintentionally became Eddie Gluskin’s next 'wife'.

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First time meeting the slashers:

Freddy *appears wearing a wedding dress* : "Heard you were looking for a wife ?"

…What did you expect from the simp master himself ? Of course he would shoot his shot. Eddie is hot. In the way that he is tall, muscular and could rip Freddy to shreds…Of course Freddy would simp for him.

Eddie likes him, but only because he finds him amusing. Eddie chooses his wives upon various very strict criteria. Unfortunately, Freddy wouldn’t make the cut.

Freddy *looking at Author* : "Hey ! What’s that supposed to mean ?!"

When Brahms met Eddie, they both did not really talk much. However, after Eddie spent a little more time around Brahms, he started finding his company enjoyable…

Let’s be honest here.

Brahms would be the perfect bride for Eddie. Brahms is sweet, attentive and touch-starved. So, Eddie would surely like him.

But, I think Eddie would also see him as a child so maybe he wouldn’t try anything, but they would hit it off pretty quickly as two very distinguished gentlemen.

Alpha male standoff.

Eddie Gluskin is the same height and bulk as Michael, which means in Michael language: danger. Michael is like the daddy of the slashers. He protects them. So the first thing that would go through his head would be:

Should I be worried about that guy ?

And the answer is yes.

Eddie Gluskin also noticed the chain of power around St Louis and immediately noticed that all the slashers respected or didn’t mess with Michael. And you—his precious future wife—dared to spend a lot of time around Michael.

So, they wouldn’t really like each other.

Pennywise once pranked him by pretending to be you and Eddie kissed him. Eddie genuinely thought it was you and was so happy…until he opened his eyes and saw it was Pennywise.

…

He punched Pennywise in the face so many times that it took 6 nurses to get him off Pennywise.

Penny bit Eddie Gluskin’s arm because of what he did to his brother.

…

He liked the taste.

Jason met Eddie Gluskin when he was tending to his frogs. He was in the garden near the pond when Eddie came and sat down next to him. They started spending time together and Eddie even started helping him with his frogs.

They became friends—which is quite a feat considering Jason’s trust issues.

…Father Paul’s face after Eddie Gluskin came to him for the 11th time to ask him to officialise his marriage to you. (Give the poor man a break. 🤣)

Even though, A: You’re not aware of it.

B: Eddie Gluskin is mad.

And C: Father Paul is obviously no longer a priest.

But he still does it every time because A: He is bored, and B: Eddie doesn’t leave him alone unless he somehow convinces him that he would so…

[rabbitblackx]

Eddie Gluskin headcanons, please! c:

Eddie Gluskin x Reader Headcanons

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

[horrorjunki3]

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

[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

[rzyraffek]

Omg tysm! The last request was very cute. :3 I have ONE MORE.slashers at a pool party ★ ★ for like, summer lol lol

Also, I really luv your blog, its so cute :33

Omg yay summer themed headcanons! Sadly it's cold today but I will try to get into mood😍

Sfw, they/them

Summer(mostly pool and swiming) with slashers!!

Billy Lenz

Buy god damn SUNSCREAM he will be red after 10minutes of hanging out outsite

The sun is a deadly laser

Pretends he is a shark and attacks their legs when underwater

Also loves to splash and do waves

spooked of hairdryer and comb, he rather look like wet rat

Begs them to buy those funny shaped rubber things that you can lay on (guys I have no clue how those are called so I iwol just put photo at the end of fic if you are confused

Micheal Myers

...

Hm no

No i dont think i will

The closest he ever been to big body of water was when he was drowning somone

I doubt he can swim, so even if he would appear in pool he would just walk on bottom, hhh goofy

Hates wet cothes

And sun

And hot temperatures

Brahms Heelshire

Hhehe water

This guy won't swim, he will just lay/sit in water

Guy looks like dead body lol he just... lays there?

But when s/o gets near he will jump attack them, also.... nice outfit s/o

He is definitely type of guy who loves summer

Will forgot sunscreen and turn into tomato soup

Yautja

Purr hot weather he like

I swear s/o jumped into water for fun and this guy had the biggest heart attack of century "AAA MATE WHY DID OU JUMP!! WHO KNOWS IF ITS SAFE??? WHO KNOWS MAYBE WATER IS TOXIC?? DONT DO THAT!" he also jumped right after them lol

After making sure that, no yaujta water isn't poisonous and yes s/o can swim

Probably he can easly stand on bottom and still have (at least) his chest above water level

Also will pick s/o up while they are mid-swim like' a fish👹 and later throws them back in water ya go

Asa Emory

Will just vibe at shore, sunbathing

Yeah your doing great love, nice swimming... now lemmie just lay down and zzz

Acts like that one mom on beach that never enters water and just doest really care

Yeah yeah just dont drown and do no splash me, if you splash me im going to take your PlayStaton4 privileges

A mimir

Also while yall go next to pool he is 100% throwing them in

Jason

😰

Eeh you sure about that?? Water

He will stick to shallow part of pool

Going to be worried about s/o especially if they do some epic tricks. Yeah that's cool that you can do a flip in water but pls it's scary :(

He enjoys doing lil splashes and just picking them up

Pls hold his hand

Eddie gluskin

Oh my love nice outfit you got

Huh me? Water? Aw don't be silly honey

He will just stick to sitting on edge of pool and watching them swim, do not splash him!! His outfit is too pretty >:( grr

If s/o pushes him into water he will litteraly try to drown them (in wacky way)

Hush

He is the one inviting them! He found some random lake in middle of knowhere lol

Will probably do some dumb contest 'yo swims there the fastest gets a free kiss🤭' *points at other shore 5km away*

Will pick them up underwater and be like "haha look what cool fish I found i Will totaly make dinner out of you" drags out of lake and tickles or something idk hes weird

Also im writing this right before the most important exam of this month cuz if I wont pass it I wont pass this year🥳🤪 wish me luck, chemisty sucks

thats the billy lenz thing i was talking about.

[lunarbreaksblog]

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.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dating Yandere Eddie Gluskin would Include:

He'd be very obsessed with you, not letting you out of his sight and always following you around. He wouldn't accept rejection or take no for an answer either. he'd also get violent at a snap of the finger and would insult you for not accepting him. overall a very manipulative and possessive person. Note that he'd only be this way with you, not with other people

He'd also be very controlling. Forcing you to change your appearance to his liking and would refuse to accept anything other than this. He would also be very jealous and paranoid that you'd betray or abandon him for different people and would do anything to make you stay.

He would be very emotionally volatile and would often shift between love and rage over the slightest thing. You'd never know when the next outburst would come or what would trigger it. He'd also be emotionally manipulative and would try to make you pity him, often using his traumatic past as an excuse for his behavior.

He would be very possessive, not allowing you to leave him or the premises, and would try to control every aspect of your life, constantly trying to mold you into his ideal partner. He would also be very vindictive if he ever felt betrayed. He would try to get back at you in any way possible, including physically and emotionally hurting you, and would show no remorse for his actions. In spite of all this, he would display moments of tenderness and affection towards you, often in a twisted way which he would justify as love.

His paranoia would often result in stalking and surveillance. He would want to know all of your whereabouts and movements and would also be very protective of you, frequently physically restraining you when he felt you were in danger. He often displays possessive and controlling behaviors, wanting to limit your social interactions with other people and becoming jealous over anything.

The Groom is very much a product of his abuse and trauma, having an incredibly warped view of love and relationships as a result. He would likely project his own insecurities and self-hatred onto his partner, controlling and manipulating you in an attempt to get you to fulfill an emotional need. Despite his violence and aggression, there is a deep sense of emotional pain and loneliness within him. However, he would not be able to fully let anyone inside his walls due to his fear of rejection and abandonment. He would be in a constant cycle of self-torture and self-hate.

He's very aggressive and has no qualms about fighting back if necessary. He's very strong, as evidenced by his large muscular build, and would be able to easily overpower most people. He might also fight dirty and wouldn't be afraid to use weapons either. Overall, he's not the kind of person who would hesitate to throw punches if he feels you cross the line with him.

He would be very controlling even on dates. He'd likely be very insistent on taking you somewhere romantic and secluded where no one could see you and would insist on picking you up from your house to ensure you don't talk to anyone or try to leave. He'd also be very overprotective on dates, not wanting you to go anywhere near other men and keeping a watchful eye on you.

If he's in love with you and you do accept his advances and show affection back to him, he'd be very affectionate and clingy with you. He would be all over you physically, giving you constant hugs and kisses, and showering you with compliments and praise.

He'd reward you when you accept his affection and do what he says. He'd buy you gifts and do things for you that you want, but if you upset him or cross the line he'd punish you physically or emotionally. He'd also make sure that you would never leave him or stray by isolating you and controlling you as much as he could.

His punishments would be based on your behavior and how much you've "wronged" him. It could range from taking away your freedoms by isolating you and making you stay with him, to physically harming you, or emotionally hurting you by insulting you or making fun of you.

He'd become extremely upset and do everything in his power to prevent it. He'd likely become physically aggressive towards the person trying to get you away and would threaten and intimidate them. He would also likely isolate who's trying to help you leave completely, keeping them in his sights at all times and not letting you go outside without him. Ultimately, it would be very difficult for someone to try and get away from him, and would likely need outside help.

If you tried leaving on your own, He'd likely become extremely upset and would do everything in his power to find you and bring you back. He would use any means necessary to locate you and then physically bring you back or hold you against your will where you can't leave him. He'd become incredibly possessive over you and would not let you leave under any circumstances.

Mount Massive Asylum is a bleak and depressing place full of violence, fear, and insanity. It's a perfect breeding ground for this yandere and you. You would constantly be on guard for your own safety not even just against Eddie. You would have to constantly monitor and manipulate other's emotions to keep the fragile bond alive and stop it from imploding. It would be a place full of suspicion, lies, and manipulation, all done in the name of "love" in Eddie's eyes.

Yes, he would definitely have misogynistic tendencies when it comes to how he treats you. He would see you as a lesser being and an object that exists solely for his satisfaction, and would often degrade and insult you. He would likely constantly refer to his partner as "bitch", and other various misogynistic names and slurs, viewing you as property for his own pleasure.

Don't think you're completely safe from his ideals mutilation, you would be right there with him, seeing every bit of the action as if showing you what could happen. He'd want you to feel every moment of the fear, the pain, the desperation... It's all part of the thrill for him. And don't worry, he'd make sure you survive. A little maiming here and there, maybe some scars to remember him by, but nothing too serious. After all, he wants you around for future... fun times.

If the groom and you were to actually get married, the marriage would be very one-sided and he would maintain control over you and would become more controlling and possessive. He would make the decisions for both of you and would not be open to any input from you. He would expect you to be completely subservient and compliant, doing whatever he says without question. You would have very little say in the relationship and would have to live according to his rules and wishes.

If you were to have children with the groom, he would likely view them as extensions of himself and would raise them as per his desires and beliefs, and would likely treat them in a similar way to how he treats you. He would also be very controlling of the children as well and would expect them to obey and submit to him in the same way as his partner. He would likely instill his beliefs and worldview into them from an early age, and would not tolerate any questioning of his authority or any deviation from what he considers acceptable behavior.

The groom would likely be very upset and disappointed if you couldn't or didn't want to have children, as having children was one of his main goals for the relationship. He'd likely continue to pressure you into having children even if you were unable or not willing to, eventually resorting to physical or emotional coercion and manipulation. If you still refused to have children, he would likely become angry and resentful towards you, blaming you for not being willing to do what he wants and potentially punishing you for it.

"You're just the one my dear, the perfect specimen for my art. The perfect wife, your flaws make me love you so much more, I'll remove them all, piece by piece till you are nothing but perfection. My angel, my love, my perfection."

Facials - He loves to shoot his load directly onto his partner's face, watching as you struggle to keep up with swallowing all of his cum.

BDSM – He also appreciates the structure and rituals associated with traditional bondage scenarios. The use of restraints, blindfolds, collars…all these elements add an additional layer of excitement for him.

Teasing - Playing mind games with his partner by denying you an orgasm or touching you just enough to keep you wanting more but never giving in fully is a huge turn-on for him.

Objectification - Treating you like an object rather than a human being during sex. Forcing you to perform degrading tasks or behave like furniture because you belong to him and exist solely for his pleasure.

Degradation - Putting you down verbally or physically, making you feel worthless and insignificant in comparison to him especially when he's angry, is extremely arousing to him. He loves hearing you beg for mercy while he continues to dominate and humiliate you.

[lumierexfics]

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

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?

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.

[samalong1]

Comfort eddie gluskin x reader

He hides it but often his trauma of his childhood and Mt massive get to him

Then he'll hide himself in gew sewing room to calm himself but then he'll get angry at himself and shout or he'll be stomping around angry

You know how to calm him though

He's tooken you as his wife years ago afterall

You'll put on his 2nd favorite dress(2nd to your wedding dress of course) its classic red polka dot 50's housewife getup

Then you poke your head around the doorframe never approach him directly

Then just bat your eyelashes "dear I wanted to make us a potatoe dish but I don't want to knick my fingers" in a soft helpless tone

Oh how his once red face turns all bright and proud "oh my can't risk cuts on your delicate fingers what husband would I be" he'd hum whisking you to the kitchen

He cheers up knowing you need him and that he can help you he's your husband afterall

Step 2

If your pregnant (or if you don't want to/scared/cant/MAN) pretending to be just walk over

Usually you shoudnt approach him when mad but the waddling sounds of his wife's footsteps heavy with his child

He'll smile happily "my darling!" Admiring you glowing

"Honey the baby is acting up I think they need their daddy" in a soft maybe tired tone

Oh how his face lights up with pure joy

"Awe already being a little rascal for mommy" he'd coo leading you to his bedroom to snuggle while he rubs your belly

3rd way

Do something to make him feel stronger to show how your his weak little wife in need of him

"Honey I need you to open this please" or honey I need to move the couch but it's so heavy"

He'd feel all proud roll up his sleeves to help you maybe even flex a bit to show off

Just the sight of his wife needing him depending on him and wanting his help feeling safe with him he'll protect his family love his family he won't do any harm unlike his nasty father

He won't talk about his feelings it makes him feel weak and vulnerable like Mt massive and his family made him feel he'll grow aggressive and angry

Just be dependent on him make him feel like a good provider and husband

[jesse-cromeans-sugarbaby]

(Y/n being caused by Eddie)

Y/n: AYE HOLD ON!….I got asthma…

Eddie: Uhm…

(Y/n bent over wheezing…pulls out inhaler to use. Y/n sits down for a minute. Eddie just stared at them..utterly confused)

Y/n: phew….god anyway..where were we? Oh you were chasing me?

(Y/n start sprinting down the hallway again)

(Startled eddie immediately start chasing after them again)

[outlastrabbit]

May i request reader coaxing a crying Eddie from a nightmare? (Love ur writing c:)

Thank you!☺️💖

Reader Comforts Eddie Gluskin After a Nightmare

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.”

[charliedawn]

How would the slashers react to a nurse who’s just like Ryuzaki/ L Lawliet from Death Note? If you’re never watched death note I’ll break down his character

Ryuzaki/ L Lawliet s a detective and has also created fake names to keep his identity hidden, (including the name Ryuzaki it’s a fake name) he’s a popular and well known detective who’s always alone by himself and practically does everything by himself. He’s also a person who loves sweets and sits in weird positions . If you haven’t watched Death Note I definitely recommend it

If this request is too much feel free to ignore it, have a nice day!!

Nurse L.

Nobody came to them unless they had a problem to solve. And you had a problem to solve—a big one. You had a whole hospital filled with slashers, but you had yet to find out HOW one became a slasher. Or what it meant exactly.

You had hence asked Nurse L to help you by investigating on the slashers.

When Nurse L arrived, they immediately introduced themselves to you, but you didn’t even get to introduce yourself—they already knew you. They hence asked you to lead them to the slashers who had been warned that they would be asked questions.

Brahms:

"Brahms. Someone is here to see you." You announced and Brahms slowly looked back at Nurse L with a slight curious tilt of his head. L sat down in front of him and both of them weren’t actually sitting, just crouching and staring at each other. L had made their research beforehand and hence started.

"Are you Brahms Heelshire—son of Cole Heeshire and Maria Heelshire ? Born in 1983 ? In America ?"

Brahms didn’t answer, but he eventually nodded and L nodded before writing it down.

"According to my calculations, you stopped aging at age 33, is that correct ?"

Another nod.

"Can you tell me when you realised that you were a slasher ?"

Brahms looked up at the ceiling of his room where pictures of flowers and poneys were there to help him when he was faced with strong emotions.

"…Greta. Stabbed me." He finally said. "I…bled. The blood wouldn’t…stop." He lifted his hand to his side and looked down—as if expecting blood to come out.

Nurse L observed his reaction and hummed understandingly.

"What did you feel ? Did you feel betrayed ?"

Brahms started thinking about it before slowly nodding. Nurse L wrote it down before smiling at Brahms.

"I see…Thank you for answering my questions, Mr. Heelshire."

Your heart squeezed as you saw the sadness in his eyes before you and Nurse L left the room.

Jason Voorhees:

Jason hesitated. He didn’t like strangers asking him questions. But with enough coaxing, he was finally brought before Nurse L.

She looked through his file.

"Tell me, Jason…Why did you become a slasher ?"

Jason looked away before he forced one word out.

"Alone."

Nurse L looked up at him.

"Interesting. Could you please develop ?"

Jason started fidgeting nervously as he continued.

"Jason was…alone. Only Mama stayed. But, Mama then gone…Jason alone. And Jason kill. And be killed."

Nurse L nodded understandingly.

"And how old were you when you died ?"

Jason hesitated.

"…11."

You frowned. 11 ? Nurse L seemed to notice your puzzlement and then asked Jason.

"But, you do not look 11."

Jason tilted his head before he pointed towards his own head significantly.

"…11. Brain. Dead. 38…Body."

Suddenly, your eyes widened in shock as you realised what he meant. Jason had drowned at 11, but his body had kept growing…until his body had died at the age of 38.

…

The realisation made you sick and you quickly hugged Jason tightly. He hugged you back.

Penny:

Penny thought it would be funny to scare Nurse L and appear in front of them out of nowhere. But, Nurse L remained completely calm as they looked at him.

"Ah. Penny I presume ?" Penny blinked twice before grinning.

"Yessss."

Nurse L nodded before writing it down.

"Born Bob…Do you remember your last name ? Your place of birth ? Or anything from your life as a human ?"

Penny blinked twice and Nurse L sighed.

"I will take that as a no."

L then looked back up at Penny.

"Do you at least remember why you became a slasher ?"

Penny remained silent for a moment before he grinned once more and leant forward to look L in the eyes.

"I was starving…Do you know what starving feels like ? It has…no words. The pain has no limit."

L hummed before nodding.

"So…you were starving. But many people die of starvation in the world. Why were you any different ?"

He was silent for a moment.

"…They…trapped me. They locked me up. They didn’t want to see me anymore." Penny said—his eyes unfocused. Nurse L hummed before writing it down.

"Who…Penny ?"

Penny didn’t answer. He then giggled maniacally.

"Foolish human. I am a god. You thought you could just get the answers you seek out of me so easily…?"

L hummed once more before writing it down.

"I see…Thank you. Would you mind taking me to your brother then ?"

Pennywise:

"So…Pennywise. You are Penny’s brother. But, you were born Robert Gray, is that correct ?" Nurse L asked Pennywise who hummed and nodded.

"Yeah."

Nurse L nodded.

"And you were born in the colony of New England and had 6 brothers and one sister, correct ?"

Pennywise nodded again.

"Then…How did you become a slasher ?" Nurse L asked and Pennywise sighed.

"The turtle."

L frowned.

"The…turtle ?"

Pennywise nodded again.

"It is called Maturin. The turtle at the origin of your pathetic world. The one you owe your lives to…"

Nurse L was silent for a moment.

"And that…turtle…turned you into a slasher ?"

Pennywise nodded again and Nurse L lowered her notebook to look at Pennywise.

"Then…why ? Why were you chosen ? Your brother said you were gods. Is that how you see yourself ? And if so…then why did Maturin make you slashers ? Why did it save you ?"

Pennywise growled.

"I don’t know. The old fossile enjoys the sight of suffering or something…How the hell should I know ?"

L remained silent for a moment before proceeding.

"What was so entertaining about you and Penny’s suffering then ?"

Pennywise blinked twice in astonishment at their words before he snarled.

"Fuck off with your questions !"

And with that, Pennywise disappeared and L sighed.

"Sensitive that one…Oh well…Guess I’ll have to ask someone else."

Michael Myers:

"…So, Michael Myers." L started and Michael gave them a side glance. He remained silent and L decided to jump right away to the main question.

"Mr. Myers. Do you remember how you became a slasher ?"

Michael was silent for a moment before he started writing down on his special notebook.

My biological parents were part of a cult. I was chosen as a human vessel for an evil spirit.

Nurse L nodded understandingly.

"I see…It must have been painful, right ?"

Michael nodded before writing again.

The worst pain one could even feel…

Nurse L could tell that Michael didn’t like talking about his past and nodded.

"And can you tell me how you died exactly ?"

Michael’s knuckles turned white as he clenched his fists and wrote down.

My sister killed me.

L nodded.

"I imagine you resented her for it ?"

Michael nodded and L nodded back. But, when Nurse L wasn’t expecting was what Michael wrote down next.

Yes. I resent her for it. Because she should have made sure I wouldn’t come back.

You gasped and Nurse L stared at Michael and the sorrow in his eyes.

"I see…Thank you for your help."

Jack Torrance:

"Well…Hello there. What can I do for you ?" Jack asked and Nurse L smiled.

"Mr. Torrance. Could you tell me about the night you became a slasher ?"

Jack tilted his head before thinking about it.

"I mean…You already know everything. I was chasing my wife and my little boy in a maze when I died frozen. That’s pretty much it."

Nurse L nodded.

"And tell me…What were your last thoughts before you died ?"

Jack’s smile faltered a little as he remembered that night. He took a swing of his drink before sighing and confessing.

"…That I wish I had been a better man. For them."

Nurse L hummed understandingly before replying.

"Is that the reason you let yourself die that night ?"

Jack frowned a little in confusion.

"…Let myself die ? What are you talking about ?"

Nurse L sighed.

"Mr. Torrance. I made the calculations. There is no way you would have spent the entire night in that maze and not find the exit. At some point, you must have found an exit. There were four exits in that maze. Plus, you had an axe. And the maze was made of bushes. At any point, you could have cut down the bushes to get out. So, why didn’t you ?"

Silence settled all around before Jack huffed a small humourless laugh.

"You are pretty clever…Alright. I’ll tell you." Jack finished his drink before his smile turned to a sorrowful expression and he let out a deep sigh. "…I was a shitty man. My wife insisted on staying with me when I knew she could found so much better. And Billy…Billy deserved better. At the end, they left and I…I just let them go."

You felt a knot in your stomach at Jack’s words. The man then ran a hand on his face before he uttered in a whisper.

"Just one last attempt to…be a good man."

He then stood up and forced a smile on his face.

"…I guess I managed to do one good thing at the end."

And with that…he was gone.

Freddy:

When Freddy was asked the question, he scoffed.

"Let me see. When did I become a slasher ? Hum…I died. So…there’s that. A bunch of kids testified against me and I flee cause angry parents started running after me. They then burnt me alive and…yeah. That’s pretty much it."

Nurse L nodded before writing down the details and they then looked up at Freddy.

"…From what I recall, you were about to adopt when the case blew up, right ?"

Freddy’s smile faltered.

"Yeah."

Nurse L nodded before continuing.

"And turns out, it was your sister who had abused and killed a lot of kids ? And framed you for it ?"

Freddy’s smile dropped completely.

"Yeah."

It was strange to see Freddy replying so shortly. Him who usually lived nothing more than talking. Nurse L lowered her notebook and noticed that Freddy’s eyes were covered by the brim of his fedora.

"…It must have been quite difficult and painful to realise that…you had been betrayed by pretty much everyone around you."

Freddy gritted his teeth and tilted his head to the side.

"Are we done ?" He replied sharply and before she could add anything else, Freddy was out the door. You were about to follow him when Nurse L asked you to bring one last slasher in.

Eddie Gluskin:

Eddie sat down in front of Nurse L and they both sized each other up. Nurse L asked the usual questions until L went to the question that they had been asked to answer today.

"Ah. Eddie Gluskin. The last addition. Tell me. How did you become a slasher ?"

Eddie remained silent for a moment, staring at L until he finally replied.

"I died. A metal spike went right through my heart. I died at the age of 44 and was given a second chance."

There was a long silence before L leant back in their chair.

"Funny choice of words. A second chance ? A second chance for what ?"

Eddie’s eyes glanced at you and smiled.

"A second chance at life."

L frowned.

"Why ?"

Eddie looked back at her and his smile widened.

"To find my perfect wife. Of course. Since the last one killed me."

L sighed before nodding.

"I see…Thank you. That will be all."

After the interview:

You looked at Nurse L who sighed as she looked over her notes.

"Nurse Y/N. Did you notice anything special about the testimonies today ?"

You started thinking about it before answering her.

"Hum…They all died ?"

Nurse L nodded.

"Precisely. But, more than that…How did they die ? WHY and HOW did they die ?"

You started thinking more about it before your eyes widened at the realisation.

"Betrayal…They all became slashers after they died because they were betrayed by those they trusted the most." Nurse L mused before looking at Nurse Y/N. "They all died because they trusted someone…And then died in the most excruciating way out of trust and the weakness of their own hearts."

You looked away and Nurse L sighed before finally closing her notebook and setting it down on a table nearby.

"They were hence given a second chance. All of them. They became more than just slashers. I believe the Penny brothers are somehow right. They are gods. All of them."

You frowned.

"No. They are not gods. They are human…"

Nurse L smiled and shook their head.

"Now, understand that when I say gods…I do not mean that they are Ancient beings meant to guide and protect. I mean that they are beings that were meant for greatness, but something or someone changed their fate. And turned them into what they are now. The slashers were born with hearts, and those hearts were broken and betrayed. Hence, they became slashers—overruled by their own emotions and pain. Pain is hence something their share, a fuel that keeps them alive. So, they did not become slashers because of some outside cause…but because of something within them. You see…You and I are human because we care. But…imagine for a second that we stop caring. That pain is the only thing remaining. The only thing that matters…What would happen ?"

You were taken aback by the question before you finally replied.

"I guess…we would turn into monsters. If nothing mattered anymore and if nothing held us back then…"

Nurse L smiled.

"Precisely. We would turn into monsters. Slashers. If nothing held us back. If we simply stopped caring. If we decided that we just wanted the world to feel the same pain as us and nothing else. If we wanted the world to turn into ashes. If all that mattered was pain…pain…and more pain. Nothing else."

Your eyes widened at the realisation. The reason. The way slashers became slashers. The atrocious truth…

Nurse L smiled before standing up.

"I guess…We now have our answer. The secret behind the birth of slashers."

You also stood up and sighed before shaking L’s hand.

"I guess we do…"

L nodded before adding.

"This place. St Louis. It is…a good place for them. Keep taking care of them, and maybe their pain will heal one day."

You smiled back and nodded.

"I will…Thank you."

[blueberrypancakesworld]

I requested the sensitive nipples ask, How would Eddie react if his S/O had a lactation kink ?

Hello anon I see you're back with a new request. Have fun reading this little snippets :)

Always Darling

warning : reader is female, no use of Y/n

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°When Eddie and his darling are finally pregnant after a few attempts, he is not only overjoyed but also finally becomes the father he never had.

°Not only does he help his darling through the entire pregnancy, but also with everything else. He just wants to be there for you.

°But pregnancy is not only about having a child, it also has other problems. Not only the nausea and the different hormones, but also the milk production of the breasts.

°At first it was easy, the baby needed the milk to survive and Eddie was always full of pride and love when he watched you. But after the baby got a little older and wasn't so dependent on the mother's milk, the problem came.

°Outlast Asylum was not a hospital and even if it was, it had seen better days. There was no pumping machine for her breasts and still it became quite painful at some point.

°After several sleepless nights, she finally plucked up the courage to tell Eddie the problem and with warmth in her cheeks, he almost jumped on her when he realised what she wanted. ,,Oh my heart...what kind of husband would I be if I didn't take pain from my wife".

°As he kissed his way down her neck and undid the buttons of her nightgown before spreading small kisses on her breasts before he began to suck on the sensitive nipples and listened to the relieved and slightly excited sounds of his wife.

°Her own hand moved from his arm where she held on lightly to his hair. She gently stroked his head while praising him for his good devotion. It would not be the last time he helped his wife, for the excitement his darling felt was the greatest pleasure he could give her.

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[heretyc]

Horror [Trager, Eddie Gluskin, Val]

Horror: A collection of small fics, consisting of Outlast's most iconic antagonists [in my opinion].

The poll I started isn't over, but "canonically" is winning and I love it. Dark shit here we come lol. I will be writing for my beloved Terror-iffic Trio [aka my favourite antagonists from each game]. A party with these 3 would be lit.

Drabble ideas here.

Content Warnings: Uhhh...Outlast Antagonists lol. That is your warning.

Trager: Gore, awful jokes, his bare ass.

Eddie: Gore, murder, injury, mentions of his...lovely little display, sexual assault [minor, just a slight touch, no penetration]. [Please lord don't let him teach an art class.]

Val: Sexual assault [slight penetration w/ fingers], gore, murder, mud, Val's bare ass, mud breasts and mudgina.

I mean it, this is pretty heavy shit. It isn't too graphic, but if SA triggers you...either look away or read with caution. Trager's section is safe. Unless you're afraid of his ass...cause me too, man.

MINORS GTFO. Miners can stay as long as they're not minor miners.

Read with caution, I condone none of this. Fics underneath the cut.

You/MC take the place of the protagonist. So...you are Miles/Waylon/Blake. Yayyyyy....? Or nay? Depends on how you feel. MC is gender neutral, but is referred to with fem pronouns in Eddie's section for obvious reasons. You do not talk in Trager or Eddie's sections as Miles and Waylon were "mute". You speak in Val's section, though. You are described as having breasts in Val's section as both sexes/all genders have breasts. Tiddies for everybody!!

Enjoy.

Drabble idea: "See, this place isn't haunted!"

Sometimes, a saving grace can be your one way ticket to hell. And this had been an excellent example of that. The angelic voice over the dumbwaiter was a dream come true; after running and hiding for so long, it was like you were granted a break.

Only for your face to fall as the scarred face of a man greeted you. The air around him reeked of danger.

This was not the haven you were lead to believe was waiting for you.

"You made the right choice here, buddy," he declared before punching you in the jaw, a pained yell leaving your throat, and he was quick to take advantage of your shocked state to haul you into a wheelchair.

He must have done this a dozen times, as he was quick to lock your wrists into the cuffs attached to the chair. They were tight, and he merely chuckled at seeing your attempts of getting out of them.

He looked fucked up.

He stood in front of you, hands behind his back, and his eyes were scanning you like a wolf scans its prey before it mauls it to bits, "You're not a variant...huh. Well, buddy...you can call me...Trager. Everyone else does, anyway."

As Trager made noises looking you up and down, you looked at his face. Coated by some half-assed attempt at a mask and some strange glasses upon his face, you come to the conclusion that he was some doctor here.

He clicks his tongue and smacks you on the back, "You've got a lot of things to learn here, buddy. I am honoured to be your teacher."

Teach you about what, exactly? You didn't want to know. But he started to push you forward, and you only questioned where your hell would be.

This place was already hell, but...at the hands of some crazed madman, it was different.

Trager hummed to himself, making jokes here and there, and he once grumbled when you didn't laugh at a stupid impression, before he finally made it to an elevator. It was...somewhat cleaner up here, for some reason.

However...

You could feel a breeze upon your skin, and upon hearing the howl of wind and torrential rain, you saw an exit. Pitch black and windy, yet so much more welcoming than in here. You questioned if there would be a tornado warning or something by how violent the wind seemed to be.

The rain out there was intense, torrential, heavy and oh so divine, and Trager only chuckled.

"You want to take a quick walk, bud?" He leaned down next to you, eyes looking into yours like he was an old friend, despite also looking feral. "Run free, like Forrest Gump? Unfortunately, we're running out of time." He clicked his tongue once more, pulling you into the elevator.

This was a cruel joke. Even the Elvis impression - awful impression, mind you - wasn't as bad as this.

Standing beside you, Trager pressed a simple button on the control pad before clasping his hands together behind his back. After a moment of movement, he looked back toward you, his voice a tone that suggested jest, "Did you know they call elevators a "shaft" in other places of the world?" He chuckled, shaking his head slightly.

Looking at him, you realized his skin looked...awful. Like he was a draugr from that video game you used to play.

His scalp was scarred, and after spending an hour in this place, you realize you're lucky your scalp was untouched.

Wires upon wires were wrapped along his arm, and upon closer inspection, you were horrified to notice that they weren't wires, they were tubes.

Of his own blood.

How did he not feel that?

A man like him probably enjoys that, to be honest.

His nails were quite long as well, albeit you couldn't blame him...hygiene in a place like this was laughable. He probably had to exert his inner wildcat to defend himself in this shit hole.

You nearly sobbed when the elevator came to its destination, and he took hold of the handles once more.

It smelled of death and lost hope up here.

Choruses of screams reached your ears and you flinched. He seemed to notice, as he violently shushed the poor bastards trying to break free of their confines, "Sh. Shshshsh...you weren't putting your tongue to good use anyway!"

Tongue...??

The man shrieking had a bloodied mouth, and he soon quieted after choking on, what you assume to be, his own blood. Trager only sighed, muttering to himself, "Really, I just needed something to lick my stamps."

This...was a cruel joke. Taking someone's tongue for stamps?? You were deep in thought, only for Trager to notice and grin evilly, "You should see what I do with the balls."

...Dear god.

"Yeah, this weird...cannibalistic guy downstairs begs for them...the guy knows what he wants, I gotta give him that. He reminds me of somebody...eh, buddy?"

He poked you in the shoulder as he pushed, and it appears he was referring to you.

"I saw your camcorder. You're some sort of journalist, here to...what, expose one of the biggest experiments in history?" He laughed at the notion, shaking his head. "I admire the bravery, really. Braving through disturbed masses...I have to admit, I'm impressed."

You only gulped.

"People love to say this place is...haunted." Trager noted, pushing you into a bathroom of some sort. Bloodied, smelled of decay and looked like a paradise for bugs and bacteria.

What had scared you the most was the array of torture devices he had laid out on a tray. This man was deranged, one way or another.

He continued his one-sided conversation, focusing on the aforementioned tray as he walked over to it, "I mean, who wouldn't? People love to paint asylums as haunted. They hear a ghastly noise or a terrified scream and immediately tell the papers that a house of human suffering is haunted."

Trager's hand hovered over each instrument of torture, trying to pick which one, but he hadn't stopped talking.

"And I am more than sure that's your entire...reason for coming here. Trying to prove it was haunted. But guess what, buddy?"

He finally picked up a blade, long and serrated, and he pressed it against a finger of yours, the edges sharp against your thin flesh. He leaned in close, his dry lips forming into a smile, "This place isn't haunted."

He moved away, the blade removed from your finger, and you breathed a sigh of relief as he placed it back down onto the tray.

"No, no. It's worse."

He finally picks up a gigantic pair of scissors, much like something you'd see picking away at a shrub, and he was more than eager to shut them and open them, metallic hisses invading your senses, much like the feeling of doom.

You will die here.

"This place is an example of human cruelty, my friend," he announced, voice loud and cheerful as if he wasn't about to maim you, and he placed the blades around some of your fingers. He cared not for your horrified shrieks and begs, he only leaned in once more and whispered,

"And you will be nothing but an example of what happened here."

Slice.

...

"Oh, come on, buddy...it's not like you needed your middle finger anyway. Now open up...I have some stamps to lick."

Drabble idea: "Oh my god, are you okay?!"

"Darling, please! You act as if I've done something rancid! What have I done to you to make you so afraid of me?!"

The bloodied behemoth on your tail was quick and hurried as he chased after you, his feet slamming against the rotting floorboards. You almost couldn't hear the music that played alongside the horrific display he handmade. The smell was awful, but the sight of it was enough to make you vomit.

You would not be the victim to the Groom. Not now. Not ever.

You would not have your pelvis slit, or your chest stuffed like you were a sex doll [ironically, that's all you would be to him], and you would not let him confess his undying love for you. It was fake and corrupt like this entire asylum.

Despite the smell of mildew and death, adrenaline filled your blood and you could tolerate the disgusting scents as you breathed in, your legs not yet faltering.

You've heard what he's done. The man who so giddily chased you rambled about it as you snuck around, and you were not pleased.

This was the only way out. Sometimes you have to take risks...right?

This wasn't worth it, though.

And sometimes, luck runs out. Like right now, as you are stuck in a dead end.

There was only an elevator. And it was not on your current floor.

Shit.

You could jump and risk a broken leg...or...

The emergency ladder. Broken and rusted, but it's tetanus over death.

You could explain all of this to the news with lockjaw.

"Wait, what are you doing?! Don't, don't-!"

You had leaped, gripping onto the ladder as your bottom half slammed against it. With a hiss you tried to pull yourself up, only for the ladder to break underneath you.

The top had snapped, and you tried to grab onto what remained on the wall, only to fall, your heart stopping.

Of all things to die from, it was a rusted ladder.

Oh well.

As your body slammed onto the top of the elevator, a sharp pang began to blossom from your ankle, and you look to see shards of glass sticking out of your flesh. Now coated in blood, you cried out and ripped the shards out, piece by piece. Blood pooled around your foot as you cradled it.

"Oh my god, are you okay?!"

The behemoth above looked down at you with a horrified expression, his hands out and wanting to hold you.

"I hate to see you suffering without me! Why would you do something like that to yourself?!"

His voice was full of panic and concern, and for a moment it seemed wholesome, until the panicked silence became one of anger. There was...tension.

"You would...rather die...than be with me...?"

His tone had shifted so quickly. He was unpredictable, and that's what had made him so...scary. In general, he had looked like he crawled from a 1940s horror series. Sweeney Todd had come to mind, actually...

"You're just another whore, aren't you?" He growled out, only to sigh, like this was a normal occurrence. "It's quite alright, darling. A good man can turn a whore into a house wife...and I have faith in us. Let me just..."

The elevator roared to life, and you panicked even more, now. Your poor heart would likely kill you before he had the chance to. But as you rose, he merely hummed to himself, waiting for the elevator to rise to his floor.

You had no chance at moving or escaping, as when you reached the proper floor, he was quick to grab you before you became sandwiched between the top of the elevator and the ceiling.

He dwarfed you. Instantly. He carried you bridal style, an eerie smile on his face, "Come, now. I must make sure you look perfect for our wedding."

You had no chance, now.

He clicked his tongue, footsteps hard against the rotting boards, and his voice was quieter as he spoke, "And I need to wrap up your foot...you are a silly one, darling."

It didn't feel silly. It felt like your ankle and foot were on fire, stinging like mad.

You had accepted your death already, but if there was also one thing you could accept, it's that he wasn't actually half bad.

Minus the...anger fits and the "whore" bit, he would have been wonderful. Looking up at him, you see a man soiled by corruption.

His eyes would have been a beautiful, shiny blue if not for the pools of hemorrhage. They had looked...empty. Dead. But whenever he looked at you, they shone like his soul had been revived.

Is this what he had wanted? Love?

Everyone in this hell hole had been deprived of it.

It was sad. Really fucking sad.

But you had read about what Eddie had done, and seen it too. And he was past the point of no return. He had done too much to be redeemed.

Dread made itself a home in your stomach as you were laid upon something cold and wet, and you were strapped in. Arms and legs spread, and your clothes were ripped off.

You were now nude, and being touched by the Groom himself.

His hands were gentle as he caressed a calf, "You have such soft skin...you will look absolutely beautiful," he cooed, hand gliding itself upwards toward your knee, then your thigh, and then...

You only flinched when you felt his hand begin to caress your genitals, as gentle as could be, as if he wasn't violating you. T'was the touch of a lover.

But he was no lover, no.

His fingertips merely grazed along your private flesh, rubbing it as if he had wanted to stimulate you, and you wanted to scream.

Eddie sighed dreamily, like he was a married man and his life would be filled with nothing but happiness, and he, luckily, let his hand glide up to your navel. "You look divine already, but when I'm finished with you? Oh, darling..."

He removed his hand, thankfully, but he was quick to turn on the saw, and all you could feel was cold air from its rapid movements and doom.

He gripped the sides of the table you were on, and he was smiling like this wasn't totally fucked up, "I know this will be hard..."

You felt the table move, slowly but surely, and you began to wriggle, but he continued, "You will have to deal with this...and then the conception, which I promise, will be wonderful," he winked as the saw came closer, "Then the pregnancy...and oh, I can just imagine the birthing. You will look so beautiful, darling...like a goddess. Mothers are goddesses in their own right."

And all you could feel was the sting of the saw, and your soul fading from your body.

...

"You're just like the rest. Filthy whore."

You're lucky you weren't alive to see your mangled body, tossed with the rest.

Ready to rot.

Drabble idea: "I want to go home..."

Val, in a sense, had been an angel to you.

They did not have a halo, made of purity and gold, or have pristine, white wings to wrap you and hold you close, no. They did not bear robes of white or play a golden harp or sing a divine chorus.

But they had wanted you all to themselves. And they would not let Knoth's guard dog, or his sickly bastards he called "friends", ruin you before they had a chance to.

Because unlike Knoth, or Marta, or Laird or Nick or whoever the fuck, Val would put you back together.

They are a loving mother, dedicated to spreading love.

It had been painted in blood on your way to the mines, 'LOVE SET US FREE'. Bottles encasing candles, bodies strewn up like Christmas decorations...

What were they trying to do, exactly? Make their cause look homey? Elegant? Acceptable?

You had felt oddly welcomed. Every single enemy in your way was slain, journals and notes left in your path to urge you to come to them.

"Come to me," the red ink beckoned you on the dirtied paper, "and I will show you my love."

They had been so kind as to leave batteries and bandages. Before you had taken the small, makeshift raft, a final note had been placed in one of the small shacks, the bed made and smelling of firewood,

"I am waiting for you."

You did not want this. But you needed to find a way out.

The mines were not welcoming. You were not alone. And you had been chased into the underground, where you are now; held down by Heretics as they muttered, "mother, burn..."

Like the fallen angel ready to relieve the sinners of their pain, their martyrdom, Val had approached, coated in mud and looking like the demon of the mountains.

In their hand was a torch, raging with fire, and it made their white eyes so much more intense.

They had hummed eagerly, the hum evolving into a laugh as the torch was placed down and the Heretics were shooed away. You were too afraid to move or notice their cold, dirtied hands leaving your flesh.

Their eyes were wide, pupils tiny, and they smiled as they strutted to you, "We are creatures of appetite..."

They moaned, feeling up their body and their fake breasts, like they were a porn star and giving you a show.

"I want to feel your hunger," their voice became quiet, something only you could hear, and they leaned close, your eyes staring frantically into theirs, searching for any fragment of humanity.

There was none. And you felt saddened, knowing that the Val in those journals was not this Val.

This was something different.

"I want to know your desires...and show you what true pleasure feels like," they rasped, pushing you down and straddling your hips, grinding against your clothed stomach. Your fear had aroused them.

"I want to go home..." you whispered, tears rushing from your eyes, and they only laughed, leaning close to your face and whispering, "This is your home, my love," a muddy hand came up to caress your cheek and wipe the tears away, "and I...will be doting."

You had no chance to respond or even acknowledge the powder blown into your senses, or the tongue forcing your mouth open, and immediately, they sought dominance over your own muscle, wrestling with it. It had ventured to each nook and cranny of your mouth, like they wanted to taste everything about you, and they eventually pulled away with a moan, saliva connecting you two.

They licked their lips, humming in delight as their hands rushed to push up your shirt and reveal your chest. "Your body...is delightful," they breathed out, squeezing your breasts and rubbing your nipples with precision.

That powder did something to you. You had hated the feeling of their hands, but now you were overheating; desperate and quiet moans leaving your throat and making the cultist above you grin.

"I don't..." You couldn't even finish your sentence, as they pinched a nipple and made you shriek. It made them chuckle, and their hands moved south, ripping your zipper and breaking it. They got off for a second to completely rip your pants and undergarments off, and their naked thighs wrapped around your bare hips.

"Did you enjoy my gifts?" They questioned, hands now massaging your thighs, "You needed those batteries so badly...to document the lies of Sullivan, didn't you?" They purred, their hands tight and knowing just where to touch to get you to cry out in pleasure.

"That's why you came here. Fell from the sky, wrapped in flame..." they bit their lip, feeling aroused at the notion, "To record his bullshit."

You had even forgot about your camera, and you questioned where it was, until Val snorted, "It's gone, my love," their hands moved upwards to your genitals, "taken away...by my children. You won't need it anymore."

There was no pain when you felt their finger enter you. It was more pleasurable than anything you had ever felt, and it made you moan the loudest, and Val had revelled in this.

With precision their fingers located your pleasure spot, and sped up.

Your pleasure was their pleasure.

"God doesn't love you...not like I do."

And in time...you would know it to be true.

[nastyatticman]

concept: living in some idyllic 50s style suburb with something off about it, and you’re single and getting attention from two eligible older men in the neighborhood

Eddie Gluskin and Leland Coyle fighting to get your attention…

Eddie tries to convince you he’s marriage material by giving you flowers and showing off that he can take care of animals

meanwhile Leland is the type that thinks doing manual labor and getting dirty while shirtless is the most attractive thing a man can do for you