dr. easterman ramblings to match with @doodler-jpeg
word count: 347 words, unedited
warnings: mentions of male masturbation but nothing super explicit, mild perversions, infantilization ig (idk what you’d call if what a man thinks of himself as the shepard and you as the sheep), power imbalance but it’s not super fleshed out,dipping my toe into some other fandoms, i will write smth more freaky about easterman later (and possibly eddie gluskin okay byeeeee)
easterman is addicted to your vulnerability. you stumble into the chamber, right leg gingerly dipping into the water as you whimper pitifully. burns have developed in the fat of your calf, clinging to your skin and leaving you with a limp. and still, despite your pain, you gaze at the tvs in the upper corners of the room so earnestly. like a prophet seeking guidance from God. the thankful smile on your face at the A plus makes his pride grow as he whispers sweet praise into the microphone.
you’re such a fighter. he loves seeing the glint in your eyes when you grab a bottle or a brick. there’s a fury in your gaze as you bash coyle in the head that leaves easterman groaning as he palms his slacks. but even you have moments where your defenses aren’t enough.
he lingers in the observation room, watching you through the camera’s quietly. you wince whine as the nurse wraps your burn wounds, eyes screwed shut as your teeth dig into your bottom lip. your shirt is gone. discarded in the biohazard bin so the surgeons could stitch the gash that runs across your ribs. so vulnerable.
he leaves a special message for you in those moments. “you’re a phoenix rising from the ashes,” he promises, watching the way you slump in-front of the radio to listen to his voice. its soothing, the baritone of his voice fills your head and replaces any concerns with his simpering praise and ideals.
one day he even gives you the privilege of being in his office. the rough pad of his thumb brushes over your cheek gently as he blows cigarette smoke into your face. the smoke is hot and strong, lashes fluttering as you wince back instinctively. these are the most sacred moments to him. when he can see the fury and fear that boils in your eyes, the instinctive jumpiness that comes from spending hours in endless hell.
he is your salvation. he is your safety. stay with the doctor and he will make sure everything is alright.
