(pwp or something idk. just got horny in the tags of my last post about eddie not looking anywhere else but at his wife and only his wife while doing his husbandly duties.)
cw: female reader, sex, eddie's orbs, overuse of the word staring because I want you to start feeling annoyed and maim this man, slight yandere (maybe if you squint?) cheesy and unfunny frank valli reference at the end.
———
he's staring at you again.
Eyes fogged with a love sick haze in them at the absolute sight of you, his wife, all warm, soft, and pliant under him. You try to close your eyes from time to time, but even when you open them again— it just comes back to the first thing you see which is this man on top of you, mouth switching between grinning and gasping, and eyes wide open.
"...Eddie?"
He hums tenderly. "What is it, dear?"
"I-I.. can you just-"
It's so hard to talk when his hips don't stop moving despite his concern. The weight and absolute mass of him on top of you and grounding you into the bed with each thrust makes it all the more harder to think straight.
Thoughts on how to sound out your request begin to blur and buzz out with him fucking into you like this. In and out, in and out, inside of you. over and over again as he buries himself deep within your cunt. your pubic bone practically connecting with his, and sending sparks of heat inside your belly with each time he ruts himself into you.
"Just what? What does my darling wife want?" He starts searching your face for any indication or answer to complete it for you what you want him to do now. Still looking at you intensely.
Looking. He keeps looking. Which is, sort of the thing you wanted to point out in the first place.
"You're... o-oh- oh-"
"I...?" he acts as if he's not quite catching on. Pondering for a second with the sounds of your moans and wanton sighs, and the creaking of the worn out bed acting as background noise to aid his thinking.
"Oh! I'm doing a swell job is that it? Is that what you're trying to say, dearest?" he lets out a content loving sigh, and your breathe stutters as he picks up his pace. "You and your words never fail to make me blush, my love."
Another particularly good thrust has you arching your back, of which he's making sure his eyes connect with yours once more while you writhe and wiggle underneath. But your wriggling quickly eases from bodily pleasure, to slowly morphing into a sense of discomfort now.
Because he's staring at you.
Again.
Which should be good isn't it? Eye contact during sex is a sign after all of a good partner paying attention to your needs. And with someone like Eddie, him paying attention to your needs is the tiniest sliver of hope you cling onto to make sure his reason for keeping you alive is a bit more... cemented, substantial even. Gives you a little bit more reason (or delusion) to believe he'd be inclined to make this relationship, make you, last longer.
(Compared to the alternative route of him using your body for his own sick dispositions, and casually stringing you all up when he's done.)
Though you're sure that this is not the type of bedroom eye contact many normally wish for.
"Y-you... you're.." you try to murmur out again.
Not that you should talk about having anything normal with this man. You might as well find the solution to world hunger long before you find anything even remotely "normal" in this place.
It's not that you're expecting him to do things normally, but can't he... can't he just... do something else maybe?
Look anywhere but you for just a split second, maybe bury himself into your neck, or close his own eyes to focus on the feeling of his cock getting squeezed, or look at any other part of your body that could possibly entrance him; mouth, chest, stomach... hell, you could even hope that he tries to glance down at your clit? Maybe marvel at the sight of where the two of you connect, since that's all his fucked up baby fever mind thinks about anyways?
You'll take anything really, just one small thing to act as a reminder that you guys are indeed having... sex— and not engaging in some sort of impromptu staring contest out of nowhere.
Because his eyes are doing absolutely nothing but looking into your own and as they continue staring at you.
and staring at you...
and staring...
and staring...
and staring...
Jesus fucking christ you don't think he's even blinked in the past few seconds anymore.
You let out a mix of a whine and a groan, opting to shut your eyelids close and try to shield your face away from his unmoving eyeballs by trying to wiggle your hands free out of his grasp (him and his damn insistence to hold hands while making love as he calls it.).
"What is it my love? Must I pay you a penny for your thoughts perhaps?"
"You keep staring... "
You try to wiggle free again, inadvertently adding onto the delightful friction between your parts and his— to which he gets a small shiver of his own at the roll of your hips. A light laugh escapes him at your captivating and somewhat fruitless display. He finally gives reprieve to your brain's rising fear of being uncannily perceived at, and blinks.
"Ohhh, my darling."
He lets go of one of your hands so that he can cradle your face, tilting it so he can capture your mouth into a kiss. humming into your mouth, but the humming isn't just the usual sighs of pleasure, as you can pick up the movement of him saying some words.
He pulls apart from his half kissing-half speaking into your mouth, as he slowly begins to playfully laugh again.
"You can't blame a man for looking at his wife when she's like this; all breathless and beautiful, now can you? I sure can't!"
Said wife that he just knows for certain was sent down by god all-mighty himself into the 7th circle of hell named "mount massive asylums".
When Eddie sees you, he can't help but imagine your rotting carcass somewhere else. An alternate place where those filthy bastards could have gotten their hands on you, torn you limb from limb (if they didn't have the patience to pull your teeth and your eyes out first), then have their way with using your dead body as a urinal afterwards.
You must have been scared to not have your dear husband around to protect you from all the nasty violence around the asylum, weren't you darling?
No, no. No meed to fret now and get your panties in a twist! None of that here. Not when your dear ol' Eddie is here now.
You are very much alive and perfect, preserved by your own sheer dumb luck or maybe by fate itself to be kept alive long enough for him. Just him.
And under his care, your body is experiencing the furthest thing from excruciating physical pain right now, isn't it darling? Feels good, yes? To have your husband make love to you like the passionate man he is. Lest he's supposed to take in the sight of you rolling your eyes back and your legs hooking around his waist, pulling him in for more as something otherwise?
Oh goodness him... It's almost too good to be true.
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I'd like your thoughts on Eddie Gluskin with a shy s/o, please. 💖
DELUSIONAL. DELUSIONAL. DELUSIONAL. and did i forget something.... oh yea- DELUSIONAL!!!
we've seen eddie's lines just from his chase dialogue alone, so I think we all know he'll relish and love a shy darling so much! Would give playful and flirty comments such as asking if they're all shy just because of him? he's honored
sum hcs:
(cw: yandere (it's eddie gluskin we're talkin about lol), slight nsfw)
It's perfect for him if you're shy because now he doesn't have to discourage you from seeing other people, you're doing that on your own <3
Takes you being shy as a sign to double- no... TRIPLE the amount of affection for you. Maybe if you see how much he loves you, you'll come out of your shell? like how you go pspspsp to a stray cat to show you have good intentions; of which eddie holds nothing but only the best and loveliest intentions for his sweetheart!
You being shy gives him so much cuteness aggression it's insane. So much cuteness aggression. Get ready for him hugging you so tight to the point you can't actually breathe for a few seconds; or him picking you up by the underarms, lifting you in the air for a moment... before just shaking you like a snowglobe. Cuteness aggression might get too much though, where he has to go out and shake off the excess energy by stabbing and carving a buncha people.
Ah, ah, ah! But don't be getting too shy on him. He still needs his daily (hourly, minutely) dose of affection from you as well. Being shy to the point of completely avoiding him and refusing to make eye contact or to speak with him will make him slightly... agitated.
Might even confront you upfront about it. Why does his darling hide from him?... AVOID him? Is he that unbearable to you? What does a man have to do to get the love of his life to just spare ONE measly GLANCE at him, since apparently he's not deserving of such affection?
If the avoidance seriously gets too serious and long for his liking... you might notice he comes back a little more on edge, a little more bloody, and a little more messy from his kills. He'll assure you he is fine with that cheery smile, but you can see his shaky hands clenching and unclenching.
Don't worry though, the remedy literally costs almost nothing for this man. Just sigh and give him... maybe one small hug, and he is BACK to normal. Better even. He is back to having heart eyes, and singing from the top of his lungs about how his darling loves him! they love him! and he loves them so as well <3 Afterall, there is a saying that the greatest thing you'll ever learn, is to love and be loved back! <33
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Your shyness turns him on actually lol. He gets so hard.
Will toy with and relish on your shyness. Finds the way you try to stifle and quiet down you moans or avoid eye contact with him cute and unbearably endearing.
Besides, he can always just hold your hands down and pick up the pace if he wants to hear you loud and clear <3
Will do mirror sex and hold your chin in place so that you have nowhere to look but at the reflection of him taking you. Will absolutely not break eye contact with you. Ever.
The day when you're under him, and you look up at him and hold eye contact willingly, WILLINGLY looking at your dear husband with pleasure.... he might actually start tearing up. Will make the both of you cum the hardest than ever before.
Might keep a diary entry about it LMAOO. Along with all your other milestones with him <3 oh diary he's so excited!!!! maybe he can expect you to start initiating hand holding next? Maybe have you start hounding your dear ol' eddie now?? Oh he truly has found the one <3
Thoughts on Eddie Gluskin making lingerie for his s/o? 💕
Oh nonnie!! he'd get so excited <3 might (will) get too handsy all through it. Everything from taking your measurements, the first until your final fitting, and of course the last adjustments just has him way too excited and happy.
I feel like as .. ehem, passionate, of a lover Eddie is. He will try his best to contain himself this time because this is also his work. So he'll try his best to focus on that aspect.
( You questionned him one time while he was taking your measurments if this was really, er, necessary. It seemed he truly is working so hard on this, and you didn't want him stressing himself anymore than need be. So you suggested that you can always just... go to a store and get a set if he really wanted to see you in lingerie.
he paused mid-movement. large hands circling the tape around your bust stopped, and hovered just above your chest.
he looked up at you, lips pressed into a thin line, a slight edge in his eyes and his voice when he quietly asked you.
" ...you'd wear another man's work?"
you sighed and said no. letting him continue his work and going back to humming happily. )
I think when he completes your lingerie, he actually, surprisingly, won't just ravage you immediately. He'd take the time to admire his work, maybe even make you lounge around a bit in his craft, and might even take his sketchbook out to draw you ( "like one of your french girls jack" ).
So yes, he may have gotten you, his darling, his gift, first... but that doesn't mean he still can't have the chance to wrap his gift up all nice and prettily, no?
love love LOVE all those eddie fanfics where you're next in line for the castration saw, only for him to stand shock at finding out you don't need it because it turns out you do indeed have... a pussy. and something deep within him, in the mess of all the delusion in his muddled and banged up brain, something just clicks.
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eddie with a lil ol' you, a client who came to him to tailor your wedding dress, who he creates a nice casual bond with overtime whenever you come over for your fittings, or to discuss adjustments, or when you needs to spill gossip about the wedding plans... or even about the future husband. The whole time he thinks to himself that he's made the loveliest friend! He's sure you'll just be beaming on your wedding day! You're so happily in love and goodness, it's infectious. He can't wait to see you married to your beau.
— That is until he sees you try on the final version of the wedding dress.
The dress that he made, for you. The one you worked on together, designed together,
... made together.
So what else is he supposed to do other than fuck you, and take you for himself right before your supposed wedding <33
eddie yoinking one of the wheelchairs from the asylum because with how good he fucks you, your legs are just so limp and jelly by the end of it. wheelchair bound for a whole week.
I think surviving Outlast would be possible if someone is born female and stays with Eddie; everyone else would just kill the person. /gen
I mean yeah. ur right it that it depends on where you spawn or end up during the massacre. Because if you're around.... literally anywhere else but the vocational block, and in the room where eddie is specifically at, you're dead as hell my friend. You're going into a place where they've removed all female staff, and had the female ward cleared for years now.
and then again even sticking with eddie is kind of a slow death in and of itself. your lady bits may save you from the fate of the castration table for now, but you're not exactly sure what other plans he has in store for you after that.
