#outlast au

[wendigoruble]

Mommy's Toy

[Self-indulgent Mary/Franco thing. 🔞 NSFW BELOW🔞 ]

Mornings used to be full of fun before Mary's hours got switched. They could sleep in and cuddle up real close. Franco could spend those early hours with his face buried in her chest, enveloped by that tender warmth. She would touch him in just the right way to get him going. Those tired moments spent grinding against one another until they couldn't hold back anymore. It was abject bliss.

And now they don't do that.

She leaves so early there's no time for a slow ease into the day like they used to do. He got nothing more than a kiss on the lips. He never pitched a fit to her about it but now waking up to an empty bed leaves him feeling a bit more than fussy. Pent up one might say, with the urge to wiggle out of his own skin to get away from the feeling. He rolls over onto her side of the bed with a frown on his lips. It's not even warm anymore. He drags his hand over the sheets before pushing himself up with a huff.

As much as he'd like to stay in bed he knows deep down that he can't. Sure his job isn't like hers, he doesn't really have a start and end time but he should get ready for the day anyways. Maybe rub one out so he isn't just frustrated until she gets back.

He slips out of bed and makes his way over to the closet and he eyes the mess of clothing as he opens the door. That's one thing they learned that they have in common very quickly once they moved in together. Organization and folding of laundry was very low on their list of priorities. His casual wear is mixed with her evening wear, his suits layered in with her Sundays best. With a soft frustrated grunt Franco kneels down and begins sorting through the pile to find one of his dress shirts. He tosses aside various outfits until his hand suddenly hits something at the bottom of the pile. It's hard, it feels like plastic, and it's covered by one of Mary's shirts. With a raised brow he pulls it up and in his fist he holds something he's never really seen before. A long white handle that ends in a soft silicone ball. The handle has three buttons that are accented in pale blue. Power, plus, minus. He cocks his head to the side.

Is this really what he thinks it is?

Franco glances back around the room before standing up. The want to find his clothes has completely melted away. He draws his hand up the smooth plastic shell of the handle and pushes the power button with his thumb. He jumps slightly when it begins to vibrate only for a smile to spread over his lips. He presses the button again to turn it off.

“Oh mama, you've been hiding toys from your baby boy.” He chuckles warmly.

There's a moment's pause before he looks down at the floor and swipes up one of her pink button ups. He holds it to his face for a moment. Feeling the soft fabric against his skin and breathing in her sweet scent of vanilla and cotton candy before he slips it on over his shoulders. It fits loosely on him and easily reaches his hips. It makes him feel small and it makes him feel like he's surrounded by Mary when she isn't here.

Franco takes himself back to the bed and he sits on the end of it with his legs propped open. He drags the end of the wand up his crotch and presses the button once more. Almost immediately his mouth falls open with a warm moan while his eyes flutter shut. His legs close then open as he rocks the wand against his limp cock. Dragging it along his length until he's heavily leaking precum into his pants. It dampens the fabric enough to where he can already see the stain forming. He feels over the wet patch with his free hand, pushing it against his thigh before putting the vibrator back over the head of his dick.

“Fuuuhhck mama, just like ‘dat.. Ohhh you make baby feel so good!” He groans deep,”Ohhh yeah!”

He lays back on the bed, working at himself with the toy until he's right up at the edge of his climax. He's quick to take it off of himself though. Huffing and puffing so he can settle before pressing it right back to his soft leaking cock. The room is soon filled with high pitched needy moans as he squirms and shifts his legs. Biting his bottom lip he can feel a few tears begin to form in the corners of his eyes.

“Mommy-! Ohh mother! Mother, mother, mother! Mary just-!! Aah keep goin’!! I'm right there Mary, please!”

Right back up at his orgasm once more he presses the plus button on the wand. It makes the vibrations even more intense and it only takes but a moment for him to finally cum. His eyes shut tight with his jaw clenched as he grips the sheets with his free hand. Squeezing his legs together to feel the wet fabric stretch tight on his thigh. He rides out the feeling of bliss as much as possible before overstimulation hits.

He turns the wand off at last and replaces it with his hand. He slips his fingers below his waistband, massaging his soft cock with a satisfied smile on his lips.

“Having fun?”

Franco's eyes pop open and he lifts his head to see Mary standing in the doorway. His face immediately flushes a deep red.

“How.. How long you been there?”

“Long enough to know my boy misses me a lot,”Mary smiles warmly,”I actually forgot my bag before I left. Make sure you clean up after yourself, okay?”

[eyelambspider]

𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫, 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧! — 𝐂𝐎𝐃/𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

Day 18 can you believe it? Here is a list of my prompts & event terms!

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : gn!doctor!reader x doctor!gaz, security!price + horangi, psychotic!soap + könig + ghost 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : you and a group of mount massive personnel have holed up in the security room as chaos erupts around the building. Then, your beloved patients find you, they decide its better that they keep you 'safe' instead. 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1.3 k 𝐚/𝐧 : i based this on my fking favorite game series outlast so-! 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : blood/gore/death, swearing, yandere/possessive traits

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐃. The sirens had blared for over an hour, each smashed to pieces by howling patients or they had simply died out...

No one was coming. No one should have been coming.

You and Doctor Garrick stared in pale horror at the panel of security cameras.

Every screen was filled with scenes straight out of a horror movie. In the halls, doctors in white coats tripped over themselves fleeing in terror as patients roared in fear, smashing in the skulls of the people who had hurt them. The common rooms were filled with more docile patients, the television screen tuned to nothing but static. A few patients wheezed in pain, bandages covering their disfigured faces, while others cried quietly into themselves, simply staring off into the static. All sitting together motionlessly, seemingly immune to the horrors now ravaging Mount Massive Asylum.

The sight was enough to make you heave and turn away. Dr. Garrick quickly caught you, rubbing your back in a soothing manner as Price and Horangi stepped up to the monitors. "Fucking hell," the brit muttered, his blue eyes roving over the screens with a grimace.

With the two officers busy, you turned your head towards Gaz, eyes wide with terror, trying so hard not to tremble under his touch. "They won't send anyone! Gaz!" you whispered frantically, trying not to draw the attention of the two security guards who had pulled you two into the safety of the locked security room.

No one knew except the doctors.

The Murkoff Corporation, the company that employed everyone here had been conducting unethical experiments on the patients here... They would never allow a leak this substantial to ever get out to the public.

You and Gaz both knew it too. They wouldn't send anyone but an army of men to 'clean' up this mess.

Another wave of nausea hit you at the thought.

"Shhh, I know, I know," he muttered, glancing over his shoulder towards the two security officers, making sure they didn't overhear.

Both were equipped to handle patients, guns in their belts, the same blue shirt, black pants, badge and hat...

What would they do when they found out the truth? Would they throw the two of you out if they found out you both had no power over what happened next? Had no idea what to fucking do in this situation?

All you and Gaz knew, was that wearing a white doctors coat right now, was a death sentence.

As far as irrational thought went, it felt like the only person you could truly trust right now was the man rubbing your back.

"So what's the plan?" Price interrupted, making both you and Gaz nearly jump.

From the horrified looks on both your faces, the security officer's both got an inkling of the reality of the situation.

"We... We-we could," Gaz stumbled, trying to blurt out anything that came to mind before Price got up in his face, angry like the you had both suspected.

"You know what's happening outside those doors?!" Price's voice boomed, grabbing ahold of Gaz's collar to bring him up to his face. Although you tried to stop it, Price was strong, and forced Gaz's face to the monitors. "Those fucking lunatics will kill all of us if we don't get the fuck out of here-!"

"Wait!" You yelped, trying to calm the already deteriorating situation. "We have clearance to all floors! There's got to be a way out!" You reasoned, digging through your coat pocket to retrieve your keycard and hold it up for him to see.

Everyone seemed to stop for a moment, the tension buzzing like electricity before Horangi placed a firm hand on Price's shoulder, silently urging him to drop the doctor. "The front doors down the hall are locked," he started, the black face mask he always wore muffling his voice some.

Price finally let go of Gaz, and you protectively helped him straighten out, a nervous look on both of your faces.

"Before we got the two of you in here, there was a man in the halls," Horangi recalled eerily, taking his hand off Price to hold the straps of his belt instead. "Big fucking guy, had no nose," he muttered, "We can't go through the front doors with him there."

The front doors were on this floor, only a few halls away... but who knows what had happened in the past hour to stop the exit from being so... clear.

"That's Chris," you whispered, immediately recognizing the description of the man Price and Horangi had seen.

Chris Walker, a violent man, standing at six foot nine... He wasn't your patient, but he was infamous among the doctors here... And now, he was standing between you and potentially getting out of this hellhole.

What the hell were you all going to do?

You took a minute to think, covering your mouth in shock while the three men stood quietly, each considering that look on your face.

It looked like a plan was forming in that sharp mind of yours, and none wanted to interrupt it. Holding their breaths for what they hoped was a miracle.

"Keys," you muttered to yourself, blankly staring at the screens in front of your face whilst you held subconsciously onto Gaz's shoulder.

"They took the keys," Price tried to explain, remembering the crushed body of the guard who was supposed to have them.

"No, they always have spares," you nodded to yourself, the flimsy idea stitching itself together more coherently in your mind.

As you spiraled further into thought, more screams and violence took place outside on the screens. Each eye watching as crude traps went up, bookshelves fell over in the halls, windows broke as men pounded their bloodied hands against it...

"They always have spare keys in the subbasement," you huffed breathlessly, feeling your blood run cold at the idea.

That's where Walrider had broken out. Where this whole asylum riot had started, and now the four of you, or at least one of you had to go down there with the very keycard you held tightly in your hand.

Gaz whispered your name almost inaudibly, hand slowly slithering around your waist and pulling you behind him.

Slowly, you followed his eyes and felt cold horror run through your veins.

"Hey Doc."

"Maus."

"It's you."

There, at the bulletproof window of the security office, stood three of your patients, each doused in blood splatters and maniac grins.

John "Soap" MacTavish. His blue eyes wide with madness glared at you, standing so close to the window that his breath fogged up the glass. "Doc, I could really use your help out here..." he grinned, tapping on the window before he quickly got more infuriated by the barrier. "Open up this fucking door you bitch!" he roared, smashing his fists onto the window until a bloodied puddle had formed... and he wouldn't fucking stop.

König stood behind him, his usual black hood, the one he always felt more safe under was dripping with gore onto his bare chest. The giant of a man tilted his head acutely, his icy blue eyes flickering from your face with a softness, before they turned hard and cold when he realized there were others in the room with you. The tension apparent in the way his fists suddenly balled up into a white knuckle grip.

And Mr. Simon "Ghost" Riley stood closest to the edge of the window, watching curiously as Soap spit a mix of soft pleas for you to come out, to vulgar swears and threats if you didn't. An idea was forming in his head. Those dark orbs of his now considering the door that separated you from him. He would find a way in, or through.

To their deranged minds, their beloved doctor needed their help.

And the men in the room with you needed you alive to get out of this damned asylum.

p.s. is cross over the right word for this? what'd you think of this guys? lmk! because i honestly loved writing this!

[rozenguilden]

Some sketches that I did in the past few days, I wish I had the time to paint them u.u

some Chris/Miles sketches, so cringe yikes

cat Rick and Martin like that one dancing cats meme

[raven-cl]

BOO rhack wip 🥸

[anyyyyram]

outlast x phantom of the opera au

- shall we dance? 🌹

[koipepo]

Ramsay sketches. I miss his floofy hair

[bipu141]

I saw this post and I had to draw these two my pony versions!

And yes, Eddie will be an alicorn in my version 😤

[hes-a-rat-whisperer]

“Alistair?” Matilda’s voice was like a song, playing softly behind the seated variant, sweetly persuading him to turn and face her.

“I-I hope you like it? I don’t usually ever feel like this, but, but learning that we’re going to have a baby I-I want you, no.” The honey eyed brunette’s gaze was downcast, her arms behind her back to hide her fidgeting hands, and a bashful little smile painted on her delicate features as she continued.

“I need you to see me.” Her voice was full of love and emotion.

“To know me, in a way that I’ve never wanted or desired anyone else to ever before.” Looking up, those watery honey eyes matched the love in her voice almost harmonically.

“My angel, my love, my first, my last, and my only. You don’t have to say yes, but I want you to know, that I am fully yours, my Guardian Angel~.”

[ramontism]

Not bringing the au back but PUH LEEEEASE dont ship vampy with demo anymore ion want vampy associated with demo or his bitch ass loser creator

[wendigoruble]

Hello! I know I’ve already put in a request but how do you think Franco would react if he was put in any situation with an actual baby? I personally don’t think he’d do anything too bad but I imagine they’d just babble something and he’d tell them to stfu

Baby Baby

[This is begging to be a blurb]

Franco can't even remember how he ended up in this position. It's strange. Sitting in his dad's office next to a baby on the chair beside him. He peers over into the carrier, and the little thing stares back at him with big bright eyes. He sneers and looks away with his arms crossed.

"Can't believe he called you cute... Can't fucking believe that. You didn't even have to do anything."

Silence.

"Well, I don't care if he's off with your ma, you ain't no brother of mine."

Again, silence. He shifts uncomfortably in his chair, unsure of what to say further. He doesn't know how to interact with children to begin with, let alone babies. If his dad really takes his broad, he just knows he's somehow gonna be stuck with its care. The thought makes his lower lip go stiff, and against his will, he has tears welling up in his eyes. His dad had called this baby cute. Cute. Even smiled when he said it.

"Baahhba-!"

"Shut the fuck up!!!" Franco yells with a huff as he turns his back to the carrier.

[milesfingers]

Can we all think about an AU where Outlast is a family sitcom, with the whole Mount Massive antagonists that are a big family (because they canonically all know each others) who deals with daily problems when they're still a bunch of psychopats?

Imagine:

Trager is the goofy passive-aggressive dad who gets angry for EVERYTHING but still takes care of everyone (because yeah he gives me dad vibes);

Eddie is the overprotective mom who is part of that weird Facebook groups where (karens) moms talk to each others about their kids and what they do;

Father Martin is the kind of bipolar grandpa that one day is kind and caring and gives you candies, the other day he locks the kids in the cellar with the rats because they didn't want to eat his soup of dust and rotten vegetables;

Chris is the overdeveloped older brother who wants to control everything and gets very spoiled by his parents because basically they are scared of him;

The Twins are the weird middle children that apart from making neighbors' pets disappear they do nothing else. They're grandpa's favorite;

Frank is the troubled younger son who does strange things like talk to snakes and was suspended from school for biting his teacher

The Walrider is their dog

All of them forms a loving(?) family.

In this AU Waylon and Lisa are the neighbors that tries their best to be friendly with them, Miles is also a neighbor that HATES them and tries to contact social services, and in the end Jeremy is Trager's bff and drinking buddy who demands to be called "uncle" by his children

[funtimeisparty]

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Rick Trager (SONG)

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[rozenguilden]

pookies if nothing bad ever happened to them

edit: another version

[raven-cl]

They got married everyone, clap and cheer !!

[eyelambspider]

im so glad we all like videogames lmaooo

for my two crossover fics: Outlast & Detroit become human, I will definitely start working on adding chapters to each of them! (and posting them somewhere i need like a ao3 or sum rq lemme just look around here-)

[koipepo]

Ramsay would've known Theon is a Greyjoy right away from his jacket but hey, casual disrespect for good measure :)

The little squid certainly doesn't act tough for one