#Richard Trager x reader

[heretyc]

Outlast Characters On Your Birthday

It's my 23rd birthday today so I thought I'd release something for everybody! Enjoy 🥳🎂🍰 Have a slice on me! [Also, a debate: best flavour of cake? Tuxedo and strawberry shortcake always take the cake for me, wink wink]

Miles and Waylon both throw you a party; the only difference is Miles includes alcohol [assuming you're of age] and Waylon prefers there be sweets and milkshakes. Miles will throw you a surprise party whereas Waylon will ask you what you'd like at your party. Guests, decorations...all up to you.

Miles gives you something comedic or something useful, like a harmonica or a comb with a blade in it. Never know when you have to comb and jab, y'know?

Waylon prefers wholesome things. You know how he is. Or self defense gear.

Jeremy, the bastard, goes all out for it; if you want, he'll bring you to Murkoff and the entire staff can celebrate. Hell, the variants, too! How funny would it be to experiment on variants wearing party hats?? [Not...very funny, but Jeremy has an odd sense of humour.] Because Richard and Jeremy are close, Richard gets you a present. What's inside is up to you. [It may be phallic or just a new wallet or something.]

Trager's not a party kind of feller, so he'll throw you a small party in his office and tell you "me not cutting your fingers off is a gift, sweetheart".

Just kidding, he buys you anything you ask for. He's not fond of surprises, so he'll straight up just go to you and ask you, outright, what you'd like. He gets you two shirts: his says "I love to finger paint" and your shirt says "I'm paint".

He thinks he's funny, please just laugh and get it over with.

Chris is a total sweetiepie and he makes the cake himself [if he's able]. He remembers the subtle details of your interests and he'll know exactly what to get you. One of which being matching sweaters with cats and dogs on them.

Eddie is a master of party throwing and this is a hill I'll die on; he'll buy wine, cheese, gifts and toss in some handmade works of his. He loves to bake, and despite a few failures - and a hole in the wall - he's more than happy to celebrate your day of birth by making you a homemade cake!

Walrider steals a guy, steals a car, drives to Walmart and brings you just about any expensive gift he can grab. You didn't NEED an airfryer, but...the effort he put into his theft was too much to ignore. He purrs when you put chicken strips inside of your new airfryer.

Knoth gives you a bible about himself and tells you stories about how big his penis is. That's...that's as much as you're going to get. I see why Val left. He'll also ask you to convert, seeing as how "God is your birthday gift". No thanks.

Marta's fond of flowers, so expect a bouquet as well as a rosary. She's not as forceful as Knoth is [unless directly told to be], so the rosary is moreso a suggestion to convert.

Val surprises you with heretics, fire, bodies and sex. And more sex. And sex 24/7 7 days a week, no holiday breaks. Jokes aside - or are they jokes? - they'll ask a Heretic to steal something from Knoth to give to you. That, or they'll deceive a delivery boy into getting you something from the outside world. It might be just a small Snickers bar or a bottle of penicillin, but it still means a lot. Val can't really bake considering their circumstances, but they'll try and get you something sweet if all else fails. Coyle thinks his loyalty and his protection of you is a gift, there's no party necessary. That's all you can ask for, right? But he'll grumble about how "greed like yours is what collapses a respectful nation" and try to get you something. Expect something like a necklace or handcuffs. Maybe he'll even set up a few mannequins in a circle to celebrate your special day with cop hats in place of party hats.

Gooseberry is obsessed with gift giving and party throwing, so the entire theme park is completely yours to enjoy for one trial. No ex-pops, just her, you and Dr Futterman. Futterman is just glad you're not ruining his daughter's time as she works away in the Root Canal. Franco loves parties, especially if he throws them! Mainly because his parties are full of sex, booze, drugs and murder. But for you, doll? He'll make an exception...he'll ask the staff to make you a cake and serve it to you himself. Easterman makes sure you're given a day to yourself. Cake, gifts and naps. What more can you ask for? He can't show favouritism, letting you out would be unfair to the other patients, but this is enough.

[letternotekisses]

my masterlist! 📌 about me

OVERWATCH

MAUGA 

CASSIDY 

HANZO

REAPER 

DOOMFIST 

LUCIO 

RAMATTRA 

ROADHOG 

REINHARDT 

GENJI 

JUNKRAT 

BAPTISTE 

LIFEWEAVER 

SIGMA 

JUNKER QUEEN 

MOIRA 

ASHE 

HAZARD

SOMBRA

OUTLAST / WHISTLEBLOWER / TRIALS

FRANCO BARBI 

LELAND COYLE 

MOTHER GOOSEBERRY 

BIG GRUNT 

SLASHERS / DEAD BY DAYLIGHT

THE TRAPPER

CALL OF DUTY

GHOST 

GAZ 

SOAP 

[alliddewrites]

If you write for Richard Trager, could you do some hcs for him with a quiet or timid s/o?

Richard Trager x Timid!Reader Headcanons

Content disclaimer:

Toxic relationship (but not as much as it realistically would be), Mention of small injuries, Very slight sexual content, Gender neutral reader

Masterlist

Oh, I feel sorry for you. No matter how much he likes you, you're not going to get away from his sadism that easily.

He'll figure out ways to get you out of your shell. Annoying you until you speak up? Yes. Scaring you to get a loud reaction out of you? Definitely. Putting you in frightening situations on purpose? No doubt.

The asylum is already terrifying as it is, but he'll intentionally lose you to freak you out. However, there is no need to worry, this sadist makes sure you're safe while he gives you a panic attack.

Rick is willing to go as far as cutting you. It's never anything serious or lethal, just nicks and scratches, to see how you react. Your little squeals and yelps greatly amuse him.

He is also quite touchy-feely. A hand on your hip here, a brush of his fingers on your chest there. He gets major enjoyment out of your flustered self.

It's also common for him to try to get a reaction out of you by verbal means. Dirty comments about your body, teasing jabs regarding your timidness.

These things don't mean he doesn't like you the way you are, he just wants to push you as much as he can, it's the doctor in him.

He quite enjoys your quiet personality, actually. You're his little piece of heaven in this insanity, the only thing to make him calm.

No idea why this made me wanna write it so fast lol

sorry if it's short

[outlastrabbit]

hi hi sorry if this is odd but could i perhaps get a trager x reader where rick is eating reader out and they get too excited and piss on his face

thank you im weird. so sorry you had to read this

I CANT WRITE THAT PART IM SORRY😭💀

Warning: NSFW

Richard Trager Goes Down on Reader

You were out of breath from Trager chasing you. You ran down the rotten halls of the asylum, all the while he chased you with those giant shears. He inevitably caught up to you though, grabbing you by the back of the neck and throwing you down onto a hospital bed.

“Well! Aren’t you a quick little buddy?”

You grunted and struggled under him, beating at his bare chest. You could see Trager’s evil grin from under his torn surgical mask, his lips mangled. He pushed you down onto the bed by your shoulders, pressing his hips down onto yours.

“Let me go!”

Rick’s grin only grew wider at your pleas. He grabbed your chin roughly, squeezing your face as he stared intently at it.

“Oh, come on, buddy. We’re not done yet.”

He placed his free hand on your belly, slowly running his hand over it before it slid under your shirt. Your chest heaved as you breathed hard, not struggling as much and just watching him fearfully. Trager grabbed the top of your pants and slowly pulled them down, gazing longingly down at your underwear.

“How many fingers?” He asked.

You stared up at him with wide eyes. He didn’t acknowledge your fear and slipped your underwear down, smiling at the pretty sight between your thighs.

“Wha…? What?” You squeaked. Trager thrusted a finger inside you, the suddenness of it giving you a small jolt of pain. “Ah!” You threw your head back against the pillow and arched your spine.

He slid his bony finger fully in, and you clenched wetly around it. He almost purred in delight at the heat of your walls, sliding another finger in. You panted and moaned desperately as the fingers inside you moved faster.

“Buddy…” Trager groaned.

He looked down at his fingers pumping into you, lovestruck at how soaked and hot you felt. As your moans grew louder, he slowly slipped them out of you. You looked up at him lustfully, silently begging for something more.

“You want a little more attention? Perfectly understandable.” Trager grabbed your bare legs and spread them out. You offered a gasp when his face went between your thighs. “Well, I’m here for you. I’ll give you very special attention.”

You threw your head back again, seeing stars when you felt a hungry mouth lap up your wetness. You let out a moan as he finally got to taste you, trying to take his time and lick up every bit of you. Your sweet little mewls of pleasure were making it hard to hold back though.

“Trager, yes! Fuck…”

Trager smiled as he lapped you up, his name on your lips like music to his ears. He kept a firm grip on the back of your thighs, keeping your legs apart so he could eat out every bit of what was between them.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dating Yandere Trager Would Include:

He was fiercely protective and obsessive, constantly checking in on you and becoming suspicious if you even looked at another person. He demanded your attention all the time and would get violent if you even attempted to leave him, or if someone else came near you. He was also manipulative, making you feel guilty for even thinking about leaving him. He made sure to isolate you from any loved ones, forcing you to rely on him.

He was also possessive and jealous, getting furious if you even breathed in the direction of another man, or if you even spoke to another person. He would constantly try to isolate you and control every aspect of your life. He wasn't afraid to use physical force to get what he wanted and was always monitoring you to make sure you weren't trying to escape his grasp. He would often use guilt and emotional manipulation to make sure you would never leave him.

He would frequently display his obsession by keeping tabs on you at all times, like installing surveillance cameras in your room, as well as tracking your location on your phone.

He would use love bombing to try to make you forget how terrible he was, then use guilt and emotional manipulation to make sure you would never leave. He would belittle you and make you feel like nothing so you would have no confidence on your own, making you think you were weak and needed him.

He was always paranoid and had a short temper. Anytime you did something that he deemed as wrong, like speaking to someone else or even just looking in another direction, he would explode in anger and take it out on you. He was also extremely controlling and demanding, making sure you did everything he wanted you to do. If you even attempted to disagree with him or go against his wishes, he would become furious and use emotional manipulation to make you submit to his will.

He was also paranoid and untrusting, always believing that others were trying to take you away from him or that you were cheating on him. He would often fly into fits of jealousy and anger if he thought you weren't paying enough attention to him.

He was extremely clingy, always wanting to be near you and needing constant affection. He was obsessed with your attention and would constantly need reassurance that you loved him.

He was also very controlling of your wardrobe and appearance, insisting you wear specific clothes or makeup that he liked. He'd often make cruel comments about your body, making you feel insecure about yourself.

He would often reassure you that he loved and cared for you and that you were the most important person in his life. However, this reassurance always came with strings attached, as he would remind you that you belonged to him and that you couldn't leave him. At times, his reassurances could also be manipulative, as he would try to make you feel like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.

He would often give you rewards to keep you happy and in line. Sometimes it would be small gestures, like buying you gifts or taking you out on dates. However, these rewards would usually come with strings attached - like having to do things for him or being expected to be grateful. He might also withhold rewards to punish you or to make you do what he wanted - basically rewarding good behavior and enforcing his dominance.

His punishments could range from mild to severe, depending on the situation. Sometimes he would simply withhold affection and attention, making you feel guilty for whatever you did wrong. But other times, especially if he felt threatened or thought you were disrespecting him, he could become aggressive and resort to physical violence. He would also use verbal abuse and manipulation to make you feel worse and remind you of your position

He would often start fights with you over seemingly small things, like if you spoke to another person or did something he didn't like. He would fly into a rage and start yelling and screaming, accusing you of not caring about him or not loving him. He would also use these fights to manipulate you into doing things you didn't want to do, bringing up how you had "disrespected" him or not given him enough attention.

Despite his possessive and abusive tendencies, he would still try to show you affection. He'd often say that he loved you and would make empty promises to take care of you and make you happy. But the problem was that his affection was always conditional, and he could take it away if he felt like you weren't doing enough. He'd often use affection as a way to manipulate you and keep you under his control.

He would often make a big show of taking you on dates to expensive restaurants or doing other romantic things to impress you. However, these dates always came with a caveat - he would expect you to be grateful and pay him back by doing things he wanted, or by showing your appreciation in some other way. He also could become very possessive and jealous if he thought someone else was looking at you during these dates, and would often lash out at you afterwards.

He would absolutely have a shrine dedicated to you. He would collect items that reminded him of you, like photos, clothing, or other personal items. He would probably have them laid out in his bedroom or another private place, where he could spend time admiring them and thinking about you. He might also do other things to honor you, like pray to your shrine or leave offerings at it. He would definitely see it as a symbol of his devotion and love for you.

He would definitely kill for you, especially if he felt like you were threatened or he would probably try to keep it a secret since he wouldn't want to worry or upset you. But he would also use it to remind you how far he was willing to go to protect you.

He would definitely want to get married to you, but not for the traditional reasons. For him, marriage would be a way to solidify his ownership and control over you. He would expect you to be completely obedient and submissive to him and would use the marriage as a way to keep you under his thumb. He would also see it as a symbol of his power and domination over you.

He would definitely want to have children with you, but not because he wanted to start a family. For him, having children would be a way to make you even more dependent on him. He would expect you to take care of the children and do everything he wanted and would use the children to make you feel even more guilty about leaving him. He might even become possessive and jealous of the time you spent with the children, seeing them as a threat to his control over you.

He would likely be very disappointed and may even become angry if you couldn't have children. He would probably try to pressure you into trying to conceive, even if it wasn't possible. If you had absolutely no interest in having children, he would see it as a threat to his control over you. He would try to convince you to change your mind, or might even try to sabotage birth control or other methods you used to prevent pregnancy.

"You are mine! You are nothing without me. I control your every thought, your every move. You will do as I say, or you will suffer the consequences. No one else can make you feel the way I can. You are mine, and I refuse to let anyone else have you. You belong to me, and you will never escape my control."

Erotic photography - The thought of being photographed in various states of undress or even engaged in sexual activities is incredibly arousing. Knowing that others will see these images later only enhances the experience.

Sleep sex - Engaging in sexual activities while both parties are asleep, often without conscious awareness, adds an element of mystery and unpredictability to the act.

Medical play - Using medical equipment or pretending to perform medical procedures on you can create a unique blend of fear, and arousal for me.

Sensory deprivation - Experiencing intimacy in complete darkness or silence, relying solely on touch and intuition to navigate the encounter...it's a thrilling sensory adventure.

Edge play - Exploring the darker side of BDSM, including activities that could potentially cause harm or push the boundaries of pain tolerance, is a risky but tantalizing prospect for him.

[sixx-writes]

                                                                                    Walk In Visit

Richard Trager x Reader

Word Count: 2,009

cw: noncon, cunnilingus, forced orgasm, creampie, shitty doctor/patient rp, trager is a dickhead, there is no plot just enjoy it or something idk it’s something I shit out cause I couldn’t sleep

AO3 Version | Masterlist

Summary: Reader visited the asylum on the wrong day and ends up in the tender care of a certain “doctor”.

18+ ONLY NSFW BELOW THE CUT

"I'm so sorry about the mess, babe. I wasn't expecting any female patients today. You surprised me," the man wheels you into a room that smells like an entire football team ate shit and died all at once. There's guts and blood everywhere painting the walls and pooled on the floor while this maniac is rambling like nothing is wrong. Pretty typical of your experience as a guest at the asylum so far.

Not a whole hell of a lot of anything is making sense in this endless nightmare and you would be about as surprised as the piece of beef jerky that's talking your leg off if that changed any time soon. A name from a manila folder jumps out at you, some douche that played at being a doctor, called.. what was it? Trey? Trager? That was it. Judging by his disturbingly coherent and stick up the ass way of speaking it was safe to assume he wasn't a patient.

At least not in the same way as the others were 'patients'. He must have been an employee here once upon a time.

"Alright. There we go. Are you comfortable enough?" You offer nothing more than a dead eyed stare that only reflected the numbness you were feeling. Somehow that was an affirmative to the processed meat in front of you. You catch a glimpse of how his lower lip is torn off beneath his makeshift doctor's mask when he leans over you adjusting the straps so you can't escape whatever he has in mind. "Good. That's good. Listen, I have a confession to make. Gynecology isn't exactly my ah, forte, as the French put it. This is gonna be a learning experience for the both of us."

Somehow, through that numb blanket that you've managed to wrap around yourself to shield your mind from the horrors, you feel panic surfacing. The fate of being raped was something you had avoided up until now. The same could not be said for some of the other unfortunates you had encountered during your descent into hell. Trager was already gone rattling instruments on the table next to your bed.

"Dammit, where did I put those things. Oh yeah. Wait here, babe. I'll just be a second."

For the first time you were actually well and truly fucked - trapped like a rat. You pulled desperately at the straps holding your wrists and ankles trying to free yourself in the precious few seconds you were alone. It was hard not to cry if you were being honest but if you started then you were afraid that you would break down under the weight of it all. You couldn't afford that when you were so close to being free. So you bit into the inside of your cheek hard enough that you tasted metal until the fucker returned.

When he did it was with the biggest pair of scissors you had ever seen, coated in blood, some stains fresh, and others already dried and flaking off.  "Jesus Christ," you muttered, not wanting to speak too loudly and agitate him.  Your skin crawled when he purposefully snipped the giant scissors, some type of bone shears maybe, a few times over your helpless body, the sound grating on your ears.

"Okie dokie. First is the breast exam. Hold still for me."

That was a funny thing to say when you felt the bottom blade sliding across your tucked stomach you forgot how to breathe you were concentrating so hard on not moving a muscle. You tried to keep as much skin away from the blade as you could while he cut away your top. Fuck you for not wearing a bra today and making it easier on him.

"Awh, does that hurt?" he gave some approximation of a frown, hard to tell with the gnarled gash of his mouth, upon seeing the cut over your ribs you'd gotten climbing through a broken window.

No shit.

Trager's concern is brief, already forgotten, as soon as he peels back the shorn halves of your ruined shirt exposing your breasts. Through the delusion of whatever horror he's dreaming you see a glint of lust from the disgusting little man that had worked here before he went to sleep one day and never woke up. You don't want to resist and piss him off but it's impossible once you feel the first careless squeeze of tender flesh. His skin is rough against yours and you twist trying to get away from his touch but there's nowhere to go.

"It's okay, babe," he soothed you, not at all angry, his attention never leaving your heaving chest and hardening nipples, "I understand most girls are shy on their first visit. I'll make it easy on you, okay? Try not to worry your pretty little head." His treatment is anything but easy, pinching your nipple and watching how the fat falls back into place from how he lifts it up into a barely recognizable shape, pulling it taut. He does this until you're squirming and silently pleading for the strength to make it through.

You think you're going to be sick at the first gummy drag of his tongue over your skin, telling yourself that this wasn't the worst that could be happening right now. A sob that could have been mistaken for a moan slips out and he eyes your reaction, curiously. "Any pain? Soreness? Over-sensitivity?" He simpers up at you and there are equal parts madness and lucidity that terrify you behind those eyes.

Trager doesn't seem to give a single shit that his conversation is entirely one sided and resumes his assault of your breast. He can no longer suck so he bites instead, over and over, making your toes curl from the pain. This goes on until your skin is painted with marks in the shape of his teeth and your nipples are red and raw. Each time you try to sink deeper into yourself a particularly harsh twinge brings you back out. There is no escape.

He's moving lower, his tongue dipping into your navel while he takes up those massive fuck off scissors again and slides one side up your pant leg. It doesn't take long until your pants meet the same fate as your shirt on the floor, lost forever amidst the blood and shit of the doctor's other patients.

"Oh no, " he said, "This doesn't look good at all." His fingers circle over your still covered mound, your panties the last barrier of defense before the fucker sees everything you have to offer. Unceremoniously, he pushes them to the side and in one brief instant the last of your dignity is gone.

"You have alot of discharge and swelling down here. I'm going to need a closer look under the hood, I'm afraid."

With just those words you're ready to die. It's one thing to be attacked and have no control over it and entirely something else to become aroused by it. This disgusting bald freak who looks like an eighty year old's ball sack has somehow made you wet. Deeply profound shame washes over you only amplified by how hard it is not to let out a desperate cry when he prods at your clit. The rough treatment of your already abused body and mind has finally pushed you over the edge.

Maybe you were insane too, now.

Trager isn't examining your pussy anymore, he's watching your face and clearly enjoying how hard you're fighting against showing your reactions. It's the most lucid you've seen him so far and the most sadistic. He doesn't break eye contact when he spreads you with two fingers and drools over your pussy in the most disgusting way making your stomach drop in horror. You're repulsed and let out a pitiful noise making the ragged remains of his mouth twist into a smirk moments before his tongue is buried in your inflamed pussy eager to clean up his mess.

Finally, finally, it's all too fucking much and you howl joining into the chorus of the others' screams of pain and insanity unable to hold it in anymore. It's not because you're being raped or because you're probably going to die here but because you enjoy it. This horrible place has reduced you to nothing more than an animal that wants to tangle your fingers into Trager's greasy hair and ride his face harder because you need it.

It's the scrape of his exposed teeth over nerves that feel like they're burning you alive that does you in. He's like a fucking dog eating you out, so hungry for every bit of your come that he can lap up, until pleasure turns to pain and you're sobbing for real. He stops licking you after what felt like an eternity, his pupils blown out big and black, breathing hard like he's just ran a mile.

"Well, I'm learning a lot here I don't know about you. I still need to do an-an internal examination," he's undoing the cuffs at your ankles, you realize, too tired to do anything when he spreads your legs wide, "Keep your knees up. Just like that. That's a girl." You're dragged roughly to the end of the bed, as much as your shackles would allow, and you see how the front of his apron is tented. You're a little surprised Trager has anything to work with given the mutilation you'd seen up until now.

You don't get to see his cock but feel it tapping against your pussy before he drags it up and down your slit collecting any remaining wetness and spit. The head feels wide and thick and you can tell it's going to be bad already.

"Gonna need you to relax for this part, babe. My instrument is a little big for you but I think we can work something out."

You fantasize about putting the blade of his scissors through his eye when he penetrates you stretching you to the absolute limit of what your tense, scared muscles would allow. A soundless cry is all you can manage when he brutally presses onwards not giving you any time to adjust.

"Goddamn you're tight. Shit," he said, breaking character for the first time, "Ease up a little would ya. Gonna rip all the skin off my dick here.."

You try, you really do, to relax but it's no use. When he starts to move it drags awful soreness from your stomach deep rooted and nauseating. However, like before, eventually that pain melts into sickening pleasure and you begin getting wet again turning the sound of his thrusts sloppy. Trager moans loudly, shamelessly, his rhythm turning rougher as he uses you. You're moaning too, nearing a second orgasm, the textured skin near the base of his shaft stimulates you so well each time he slams into your cervix.

"You like that, baby? Huh? No need to be shy. I can tell, you know. You're gonna come again aren't you? It's okay."

You want to tell him to kill himself. Everything certainly wasn't okay and he was a piece of shit not worth so much as looking in your direction under any other circumstances. Unfortunately, you came instead, harder than before, your eyes rolling back helplessly as the fake doctor kept fucking you through it. "Ah, God. Fuck," he whined, his pace slowing. You'd come to hate the sound of his voice so much in your brief time together. You especially despised how his moaning at the feeling of your pussy clenching around his cock only heightened your orgasm even more.

It was hard to say how much longer it went on for until he finally lost it inside you, leaving you dirty and defiled by his come, your pussy tender and over-stimulated. The only thing worse was the emptiness left behind when he pulled out of you and the slow leak of fluids that dripped down your ass.

"Well," Trager panted, "I think I'm gonna need a follow-up on that."

[nightmarewritings]

I'm not really back to taking requests, but I finished a fic and figured this would be a good place to share it too! It's for the game Outlast, and is a Richard Trager/reader f/m fic.

This fic is NOT Worksafe and contains mild blood, dubious consent, and sex.

The People Pleaser

It was dark, you had lost track of everything; your phone, your flashlight, even your glasses had become lost not long ago. Hell, the only other safe person you had met in this hellhole, an equally terrified man clutching a camera, had no choice but to leave you while the two of you were chased down opposite hallways, though he promised to come back and find you, that was before you got lost, before you passed through the twisting corridors and blocked off staircases.

You couldn’t see anything in the darkness, your hand tapped along the wall beside you, hoping to not somehow wind up more lost than you already were. It had been a while since you last heard anyone near you, as if the danger had passed, but you remained vigilant.

It would only take the tiniest slip up to be caught, to be tortured and gutted and eaten or any manner of other horrible fates. But that wasn’t going to be you. As terrified as you were, you were a survivor, you told yourself. You would live. You would live. You would live. You repeated it over and over, hoping to steel your nerves and fill yourself with determination. You weren’t quite sure it was working, but you didn’t exactly have any other options.

Light slowly began to appear as you continued on, you paused for a moment when you noticed movement ahead, but a strange sense of relief passed over you. They were strapped to beds, squirming in pain and agony, but a part of you was just glad they weren’t trying to rip you apart too. You had to get out of the asylum, being chased for as long as you had been was having a clear effect.

Taking a deep breath, steeling your nerves, you walked past them, keeping your eyes locked dead ahead. Some struggled, some screamed, some could do nothing but scream. Pain was starting to stab its way into your brain, an unfortunate side effect of your eyes straining to see without your glasses. A promise was made; when you got home, you would order a spare pair.

Home. The thought made you smile. Though you had only been in the asylum for likely a few hours at the most, it felt like it had been days. In hindsight, agreeing to pick up a friend from his security job was a bad idea, but you had always been somewhat of a pushover and a people pleaser. No use in dwelling on it. Now, the only thing on your mind was survival. You even briefly considered picking up a weapon, but most things that seemed as if they could work were all either too heavy or already in use.

A sound clattered forth from somewhere to your right and you jumped, clutching your, now sadly ripped and stained, cardigan tightly in your grasp. It appeared as if one of the unfortunate patients had managed to kick over a metal tray. You breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that you were still safe.

“I swear, you can’t get any peace and quiet around here, if it’s not one thing, it’s another!”

A voice, surprisingly calm despite the circumstances, came from behind you, right as a hand grabbed your shoulder, spinning you around to face him. You couldn’t get a good look at him, he was just a tall blur, but from the way he paused, you had a feeling he was getting a very good look at you.

Despite the circumstances, you could feel your racing heartbeat slow somewhat. He didn’t sound dangerous, though you knew that was hardy an indicator of safety, and he wasn’t instantly trying to rip your guts out.

“When I heard someone running around here, I didn’t think it’d be a pretty thing like yourself. C’mon, it’s dangerous out there, you stick with me and you might keep your head on your shoulders.” He released his grip and his hand migrated down to your back, continuing lower until it stopped right on the small of your back. He pushed gently, guiding you along. “Though, you’ve been wandering around like it’s already been cut off, what’s the deal with that?”

True, you didn’t exactly feel safe around him, but it was beginning to sink in that you really had no choice but to go along with him. A sniffle pushed its way out of you as you tried to speak, your voice hoarse from earlier screams. “M-My glasses… I dropped them somewhere up here, but it’s just so… so dark.”

“Lemme guess, can’t see without ‘em? What a shame, you’re really missing out on the scenery here, believe me.”

His joke wasn’t all that funny, but you laughed politely anyway. You walked with him, fully aware that every step would only result in your becoming even more lost in the labyrinthine halls, and you didn’t exactly expect him to show you the way out.

Soon, the two of you reached a room, more brightly lit than the ones you had passed through, though the light held no comfort as it illuminated the copious amount of blood splattered throughout.

“You tired? Just hop up on that bed, take a rest.” He didn’t even bother letting you try to climb up, not that you would have if you had a choice, instead he leaned down and scooped you up, placing you exactly where he wanted you to go. Before you could even begin to protest, your legs were strapped down. “Just a little insurance, can’t have you running off again or bumbling around and knocking shit over.”

“Wait, what? That’s not fair!” You knew something wasn’t right, that it was a stupid idea to trust him, your optimism had always been as much a curse as it was a blessing.

“Relax, I’m not gonna hurt you. Well, maybe a little, we’ll see how the night goes. Truth is, I’m a bit rusty, it’s been a while since I last got to wine and dine, and this isn’t exactly Dorsia, but old habits die hard, and it's been too long since I last saw a pretty face.” As he continued muttering, mostly to himself, he turned away from you and headed towards a table, where he lifted something up. You weren’t sure what it was, but your heart began to race as every possible, horrible, painful option passed through your mind. You closed your eyes, if he was going to cause you pain, you didn’t want to watch.

Instead, you felt something very familiar, the feeling of your glasses being slid on. Your eyes snapped back open. Aside from slight smudges, your vision was restored, the persistent blur was gone, and now you saw the man in front of you. You liked him much better with your glasses off.

“There we go, with your glasses on you look almost too cute for surgery, maybe you could be my little nurse instead? Or maybe, maybe you could be something a bit more.” His voice was low, barely above a whisper, and his hands closed around your thighs, clamping them down to the table. “I’ve had all sorts of girls in all sorts of places, but you’d be my first in here.” His grip tightened, and you knew it would be best to go along with whatever he said. You would live.

You gave him a nod, and he removed his hands from you, quickly turning around back towards the table. Good lord, was the whole asylum allergic to clothes? The question left your mind quickly, when you saw him raise a pair of rusty shears. "Lemme help you out of those clothes, buddy."

“Wait! I can just take it off, okay? Let me keep my clothes intact, and I'll.. do what you want.” You tilted your face up towards his, batting your eyelashes and playing at everything you could think of to help you live through the night with all your limbs intact.

“You drive a hard bargain, shredding that shirt would do the world a favor, but alright. Let’s see what you’ve got.” Though he didn’t place the shears down immediately, he did cross his arms and take a step away from you, giving you room.

The cardigan fell away first. Your fingers trembled as you undid each button, slowly revealing more of yourself to the man in front of you. The shirt fell to the side softly, barely hanging on the rusty, blood-stained bed and leaving you vulnerable. His eyes didn't leave your body for a second.

"You shouldn't be shaking, come on, buddy! I could've just left you out there alone with all those wackos, feeling around in the dark like a helpless little bunny. Don't you think you're much better off here?"

"Mister, I-I wouldn't feel safe in here even with a bazooka." Honestly, he didn't make you feel safe in the slightest. You had absolutely no doubt that he was responsible for the mutilated patients you passed in the hall, and his friendly demeanor only put you more on edge.

He laughed, it sounded as warm as everything that came out of his mouth. "That's a good point! Oh, and don't call me 'mister', makes me sound old. Call me 'Doctor Trager', or 'Rick'. 'Mister Trager' was my father." Another small chuckle came out, as if he was an actual licensed medical professional, you didn't believe that man had ever been to medical school.

The rest of your clothing soon went the way of your shirt, the release of your ankles from the straps helped, each discarded item of clothing only brought more interest, and increasingly lewd comments, from ‘Doctor’ Trager, making you wonder why he was taking his time. Did he really like the sound of his own voice that much?

“Not normally a leg guy, but you’ve got some grade A gams on you. I need a closer look, you understand, doctor’s orders.”

He climbed up on the bed, straddling your body. Your hands shot up to his chest, trying to push him back, but it was no use, he was stronger than he looked. Trager was close enough that you could see his face in all its torn ‘glory’, you hadn’t even noticed before that his lip had been partially torn off, the scars criss-crossing his head, or how deeply that lens was embedded in his eye. Before you could say anything, however, you were met with a very unwelcome intrusion, his fingers pushed their way past your lips and into your mouth. You could feel his nails scratching as he felt around, paying particular attention to your tongue. There was a copper taste in your mouth, and it dawned on you that Trager had not washed any of the old blood from his hands. It took all your willpower to not gag.

“That’s a good girl, warm and wet. Let’s get those legs of yours up and- nice, nice.” Your legs were wrapped around his waist, with only his stained apron between your bodies. His skin felt unusual, textured in a way unfamiliar to you. It was almost a blessing when he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and replaced them with his tongue, even despite the unpleasant scraping of his teeth against your skin, it beat hearing him chatter on.

You couldn’t help but feel your body respond to his touch as his hands roamed every bit of your exposed flesh, he did indeed seem to know his way around a body very well. Still, the thought that you were doing something wrong lingered in your brain, that you were taking your people pleasing, passive nature too far, that you needed to fight your way out of Mount Massive with a merciless fury or die trying.

But what you were doing seemed safer, easier, and it had kept you alive. If you had to let him have his way with you to survive, why not try and enjoy it? At least that way you would get something out of it beyond a good reason to see a therapist.

Like it or not, you were getting wet. Your body wanted him, and not just for his surprisingly skilled fingers moving over your skin. Maybe you could let yourself go, to give yourself over to him and forget about the horrors that surrounded you. His hands went to your hips, you could feel his fingernails dig into your skin. The kiss broke, and you were left with no choice but to hear the satisfied groan leave his ragged lips as he pushed his cock inside you.

"It's been too fucking long..." He muttered. Trager didn't even wait until he was fully inside you before he began to speed up, his hip bones slammed painfully against you, but he barely seemed phased.

His mouth moved down your neck, his teeth sank into your skin as he bit down, though he stopped before he drew blood, it still caused you to yelp. The friction of his movements against your insides sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body. He seemed to perfectly hit that bundle of nerves inside of you that your fingers couldn't reach, knocking little gasps out of your lips every time. You could feel his hot, wet breath on your neck and his heart pounding in his chest.

One of his hands left your hip and gripped your hair, forcing your head to tilt back. He stared into your eyes, watching them dart around as you tried to avoid making eye contact with him. "You look me in the eyes when you cum, got that?" You nodded, and he gave you a quick smile. "I can bet it won't be long now, not with how you're clamping down on me. You want this."

You wouldn't say it out loud, couldn't say it, but he was right. You did want it. Trager was making your body feel too good, better than it had any right to in the situation you were in. Your legs rubbed against his waist, pulling him closer despite the rational part of your brain still telling you it was wrong, he was dangerous, you shouldn't enjoy yourself with him. Perhaps you could rationalize it away as adrenaline? You had been chased around for hours prior, your body needed some release.

"Atta girl, nobody likes a cold fish." He teased you, and released your hair from his grasp. Instead, he maneuvered you around once more, bringing your legs up to his shoulders. You could feel his thrusts even deeper than before. The sensation was so intense, you wondered if you would be able to handle it, if you would break if he kept going.

Your breaths were coming faster and faster, your fingernails dug into your palms as you tried to keep yourself from cumming. That would only make it worse, make it harder, but you were desperate for it. "Let me help you there, buddy..." Trager said, and you felt his fingers against your clit. Like it or not, you knew he would make you cum.

You were right.

With a few quick circles of his finger, he sent you over the edge, your resolve shattering into a million pieces as waves of pleasure rolled through you. You kept your eyes open as best you could, locked on his like he wanted. He kept up his frantic thrusting, holding you tight as he worked your body through it, he could feel how tightly your cunt gripped him. "That's it, that's it!" Before you could even finish your own orgasm, he pushed himself as far inside you as he could, filling you with his own release.

He pulled out and watched his semen ooze from you and puddle underneath your body. "You're on the pill, right?" He asked, though it was much too late for that question. You gave a noncommittal shrug.

"Can you… help me get out of here now… please?" Your voice was barely a squeak. Your legs were sore and wobbly, but you were certain you’d make it out safely with his help.

Trager climbed off of you and brushed his hands against his apron. "Well who said I was going to do that? I told you already, you're staying with me, I could use an assistant. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get some decent help around here? I ask for forceps, they give me clamps, it's a whole thing. Now-"

He began to ramble on again, but you had already tuned him out. He wasn’t going to help you out, and with how long it had been since you last saw that cameraman, you had a feeling no one would. Maybe staying with Doctor Trager wouldn’t be so bad after all? At least, until you could find another way out. You were a survivor, you would live, no matter what.

[lumierexfics]

⇨ THE OUTLAST SERIES MASTERLIST

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OUTLAST

I’ll give you very special attention / Richard Trager

DELIVERED ORDER / Richard Trager

OUTLAST WHISTLEBLOWER

The smell of my love’s arbor / Eddie Gluskin

OUTLAST TRIALS

I know why society had no use for you / Doctor Hendrick Joliet Easterman

Silly Rabbit! / Franco Barbi

There’s my melancholy, baby! / Danny, Big Grunt

18 + EXCLUSIVE LIVESTREAM : There was supposed to be no other way out ! / Clyde Perry

[slashers-and-chill]

[nicktremblaywayfu]

Good day, Reagents. Valentine's Day is coming in less than a week, so

Valentine Letter Request is now open!

I did this last year, so I'd like to do it again this year! The request will be closed on 13th February!

How to send the request: Just tell me from whom you'd like to receive the letter and who will be the recipient. I could use "you" as well. And what would you like the letter to be about!

I do write all Outlast characters (all Outlast, including the comic), and it could be:

NSFW

x Reader

x OC

Romantic

Platonic / Friendship

I don't write:

Danny (brown-haired grunt) x OC, sorry :( (Danny x Reader is more than welcome, tho)

Loutermilch

All letters will be posted on 14th February in my timezone

Feel free to hit my inbox with a Valentine's letter request. 💖

PS: While I understand this is an exclusively fictional roleplay/fanfiction thing, I am not comfortable writing romantic stuff for minors, especially since the majority of the characters are adults. However, I can do platonic letters, like familial or friendship letters, from the characters (anything that is not romantic)!

[loveipromiseimnotinsane]

After playing some of outlast trials, I am begging on my knees for the eddie glusken and trager simps not to turn their gaze to evil cop and make him the new outlast sexy man

[heretyc]

What do you think it'd be like being an Outlast character's favorite person, like Trager's favorite patient? ♡

Being Trager's favourite patient would get you the best care possible; he doesn't care if someone's finger has fallen off. If you have a headache, he is THERE to assist. He'll crack some inside jokes you and him have made. He's low-key the best mfer at Murkoff.

Val's favourite Heretic has special privileges; their personal attention. Val disposes of Heretics like a sick person disposes of tissues, so keeping their attention on you is something special indeed.

Franco Barbi's favourite reagent has so many benefits. No pressure during trials, free items, and a potential escape from that shithole. When he finds their weak spot, he'll break free from Murkoff and take you to Cuba to work for him. Maybe you'll establish something...special.

Coyle's favourite reagent is pretty much similar, except he makes you his "co-worker". You work in the name of justice TOGETHER.

[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!

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝����𝗺𝐬:

✞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.

✞ Castlevania

—> Character(s): Adrian ‘Alucard’ Tepes, Drolta, Hector, Isaac, Mizrak, Olrox, Richter Belmont, Sypha Belnades, Trevor Belmont, Vlad ‘Dracula’ Tepes

✞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, Jack Krauser, 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.

𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬:

✞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.

✞If you want to be tagged for any specific character(s), then put your username in an orderly fashion on the Google doc that I will have linked below.

✞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.

✞ Any requested content will be Tumblr exclusives! Anything that is requested on my Wattpad will be Wattpad exclusive. (Excluding alphabets)

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭/𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭/𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝:

✞ Wattpad

✞ Masterlists

✞ Tag List

✞ Upcoming Works

⚠︎︎This post was last updated: 1/13/25⚠︎︎

[alliddewrites]

Masterlist

Requests closed! :c

Rules for Requesting

Fluff - 🌺

Smut/Spicy -🔥

Angst -⚡

Dark - 🌑🌒🌓🌔

Italics - Work In Progress

Reader is Gender Neutral, unless said otherwise.

Support me on Patreon or Ko-fi! c:

Favorite - Revenant x Legend!Reader (Series)

Touch - Revenant x Reader (Oneshot) 🌺

Ballistic - General Romantic Headcanons 🌺

Ballistic - General Romantic Headcanons (2) 🌺

Ballistic - NSFW Headcanons 🔥

Ballistic - First Date Headcanons 🌺

Ballistic - Sick S/O Headcanons 🌺

Ballistic - General Romantic Headcanons (3) 🌺

Lifeline - General Romantic Headcanons 🌺

[Untitled] - Ballistic x Store Worker!Reader (WIP) 🌺

Precious - Revenant x Reader (WIP) 🌺

[Untitled] - Revenant x Reader x Ash (WIP) 🌺

Staring Problem - Ghost x Reader (Oneshot) 🔥

Texting 'I love you' to TF-141 Late at Night (Text Messages) 🌺

Ghost - Breeding Kink Headcanons (FEM!READER) 🔥

Pervy!TF-141 Headcanons (FEM!READER) 🔥🌓

Second 'B' - König x Reader 🌺

Pervy!(Colonel!)König x Reader Headcanons 🔥🌓

Reader catching Pervy!König peeping (FEM!READER) 🔥

A Sweet Welcome Home - Ghost x Reader 🔥

Desperation - Ghost x Fem!Reader (WIP) 🔥

Down Time - Ghost x Reader (WIP) 🌺

Orange Peel Theory - Ghost x Reader 🌺

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Harley Quinn!Reader x König (FEM!READER) 🌺

Neighbor!Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader 🔥

The Sweet Sweet Shop - Ghost x Reader 🌺

Leland Coyle - General Romantic Headcanons 🌺

Richard Trager x Timid!Reader Headcanons 🌺🌔

Alastor x Reader x Vox 🌔

[outlastrabbit]

Could I request rick taking care of his favourite patient? Like the ways he’d treat them (sfw or not 👀)

Richard Trager With a Patient!Reader

SFW💕

You were Richard’s favourite patient by far. In fact, you were the only one he actually liked! Oh, you were so cute. He could’ve stared and talked to you for hours. You may not have been as talkative to him as he was, but that was okay! Rick got off just by hearing himself talk anyway.

He kept you tied to your bed most of the time. He couldn’t have you running off, right? Because that meant he would have to cut off your pretty legs, and that would just hurt him more than it would hurt you.

Richard loomed over you as you laid stiff in bed. You recoiled as his bony fingers ran through your hair, then slowly trailed down your forehead to your cheek. His thumb ran over it affectionately, a sinister smile forming behind his torn surgical mask. Any tears or blood you shed were quickly kissed away.

When Richard wasn’t sitting by your bed with you all day, he pushed you around the asylum in a wheelchair. He blabbered on to you for hours, not giving you much time to rest. He only ever liked you sleeping in his arms.

If your head began to bow or your body slumped against the wheelchair, he pushed you back to your bed. Richard laid you down in the grimy sheets and crawled right in next to you. You were too tired and weak to care as his arms wrapped tightly around you.

You could hear the eerily gentle smile in Rick’s voice as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. His fingers tangled into your hair as your head laid against his bare chest. What would he have done without you? Surely he would have gone a little bit… crazy.

NSFW💕

Richard tied you to your bed so you could barely move. He grinned evilly down at you, sputtering out an excited laugh as you laid helpless before him. He wanted to take care of it all. He didn’t want you to move a muscle. This was his time.

Richard got right between your bare thighs and thrusted in. His only eye was locked on your face that twisted with hesitant pleasure. He was close enough to kiss, taking in your beauty and gawking at how good you felt.

His thrusts grew faster, and it surprised you how gently he brushed some sweaty hair from your face. Richard’s undying lust for you thickened as his hips rocked harshly into yours. You cried out in pleasure and tugged at your restraints, legs trembling. He moaned back, closing his eye while slamming into you.

“Tra—ger…!” You gasped between thrusts.

You moaning Richard’s name was all the encouragement he needed. He gripped your waist painfully tight and fucked you hard into the old bed. Its rusty headboard banged loudly against the wall as it squeaked in agony.

“Let me…” Richard grunted as his hips moved faster and rougher with yours. “Take care… of you.” He gasped in pleasure. “You’re my patient.” He sighed in bliss as your eyes rolled back, mouth agape while you moaned uncontrollably. “I’ll give you very special attention…”

[darling-i-read-it]

Current To-Write List:

Laugh Part 2

Homelander request

Gilderoy Lockhart request headcanons (finally getting married)

STARS Office Part 3

Things I currently also want to write!

Lucius Malfoy x fem!reader (Reader in her 20s and Draco's ex gf, gets with Lucius to get back at him, has an accidental romantic relationship)

Trevor Philips x fem!reader (idk besties I just wanna see him again)

Richard Trager x fem!reader (preengine Rick x fem!executive reader)