#outlast fanfic

[foxieflower]

Take Me in Your Hands, Darling

Headcanon Snippet Chapter

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[rohansregret]

okay i’ve finally decided that i’m not going to write for my hero academia anymore. i’m just not into it that much :(

i only wrote one thing about it and that work is still up as it was a request and a couple people enjoyed it.

in place of mha, i am now writing for outlast!! ik you never would have guessed it (ignore my reblogs..), but i’ve been wanting to write for my funky little outlast guys for a while.

anyway, that’s it! sorry if this disappoints anyone :(

[nervoussystemss]

The Trager fic is out! (Read the tags beforehand!!)

Here it is!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/46973884

[sleepwalkersqueen]

When you visit an writer's profile on Ao3 who hasn't been active since 2019.

It's such a weird experience.

I wonder how she is doing. Is she still bunkering down after a hard day to read fanfictions? If not, what is she doing instead? Does she have a good life? Is she an adult now?

I hope she has a good life out there. I hope she is still writing and reading, even if it's not on a place I can reach anymore.

I wonder if my profile will be the same one day.

I hope not

[oatsa-the-humanoid]

Another piece of the little fanfic I want to make of a Reagent named Janie and Franco

"After the bleeding had mostly subsided, they sat close to each other, waiting for the doctors to find their location after the lockdown. It felt odd to sit so closely to another person again. Odd for the both of them. Their arms brushing against each other and hearing one another's breath as their eyes scanned each other's faces. They sat in patient silence, taking in one another's features, memorializing each other's face within their mind."

[makeucrawl]

can u pls make a Dr. Easterman x coyle training session short??👉👈

((Nsfw plss!!))

“ShockTherapy” Ship

“Training”

!!WARNING!!NSFW!!

Inside Dr. Easterman's office, Coyle's breathing was labored and noisy.

"Sergeant…Don’t tell me you’re finished already?" The doctor asks knowing the other couldn’t respond.

With a bone-shaped gag in his mouth to keep his noise levels down, the officer was strapped to a metal table. His legs spread wide as a machine was pumping a fairly large vibrating toy in and out of him.

He gives out a little pathetic moan.

He was completely exhausted and overstimulated.

“I believe I heard you tell a reagent that you could go all night. It’s only been…”

The arrogant bastard looks at his watch.

"Two hours. I think you can keep going..”

Hendrick approaches the machine and turns a dial, increasing its speed.

The prime asset cums once more, making a strange sound that he, himself, did not recognize.

"You poor thing." Easterman tuts, as he removes the gag from Coyle's mouth.

“I-I can’t..I can’t..P-Please..." As the machine continues to thrust inside of him, the policeman whimpers. The sweat and cum on his skin made his body feel sticky.

Never had he felt so used.

"Aw..Of course you can." The strapped man's throat is encircled by a firm hand.

"Leland Coyle…you are such a good boy." He leans down and covers the other man's pleads with his lips.

The doctor smiles warmly and affectionately as he replaces the gag.

He sits down nearby and pours himself another drink, observing the scene with a satisfied sigh.

Coyle could endure his training a little longer.

[loboto-bear]

Happy (late) Halloween!

It’s time for the spookiest thing of all- a smutless fanfic!

Yeah, rather unexpectedly, the first chapter of Part 4 has zero smut whatsoever and I can’t guarantee chapter 2 will have any either. However! That’s subject to change.

Regardless, I hope you enjoy nearly 4.5k words of Franco psychoanalysis. As usual, please mind the tags and enjoy!

(Feedback on this one would be especially appreciated because honestly I don’t know how to feel about this one-)

[systemic-chaos]

u got any hcs for franco barbi x mother gooseberry?

OH BOY DO I!!! If I wasn't off my ADHD meds it would be OVER for you bitches. But unfortunately, you will have to make do with a simple list of what I can remember rn lol

-Franco talks big game behind her back about all the things he'd like to do to her, but when push comes to shove he is absolutely pathetic for her. Man would jump off a building for her if she said so.

-Phyllis thinks he is just a darling little man. She finds him hopelessly adorable. Like a pug dog of a man.

-Dr. Futterman however? He HATES that little fucker. He thinks that Franco is making a mockery of his dear Phyllis. Plus he's fuckin' ugly! She better not even THINK of getting within TEN FEET of that SHITHEAD-

-Despite this, I think Dr. Futterman would come around. In my personal opinion, Franco is more attracted to humiliation and degradation than gender, so I think Dr. Futterman would eventually have his own species of relationship with Franco, given enough time.

-Franco is a real traditional guy. If he had his way, he'd be wining and dining Mother Gooseberry, taking her to every upscale place she'd ever want to go. But there's no upscale restaurants in Sinyala, so he just tries to bring her any fancy things he can find. Including but not limited to: cool rocks, fancy bottles, postcards, origami cranes folded by a reagent, etc. She does not understand why he does this.

-I really like the idea that Franco was a fan of the Mother Gooseberry Hour as a kid. I feel like it would feed into his whole adult baby/mother complex to know her as an adult, which would make him ever more annoyingly attracted to her.

-Also, as confirmed by canon, Franco is a tits guy. And WOAH, does he APPRECIATE the ASSETS she was born with. I think Phyllis is equal parts charmed and revolted by this. Like on one hand, it's nice to feel like a real woman who can be beautiful, even after everything she's been through. On the other hand, gross, stop drooling all over the floor Franco.

-I also headcanon that Phyllis doesn't like to be in a submissive role in a relationship, due to the sexual abuse she suffered as a child (total projection on my part lol). She feels a lot more comfortable around Franco because he doesn't reduce her to a sex object for his pleasure, he more glorifies and deifies her which isn't an experience she's used to. This is also why I don't like to ship her with Leland Coyle personally. No hate to anyone who does, but I feel like the baby man is less intimidating to a survivor of abuse.

Thank you so much for giving me the chance to ramble about my thoughts anon!!! I also ship Franco/Easterman because of the whole thing with his gun. It makes me giggle.

Feel free to send me more asks if you want to, I am full of ideas!! Especially NSFW ideas, as I am an aspiring erotica writer lol

[foxieflower]

A very special secret Santa gift to @gluskincasual that I was so pleased to make!

It also comes with a very spicy fic addition called Troublemaker

[spookfox-cosplay]

I wanted to draw Miles calmly sleeping on the mount massive's couch after the terrifying night he spent, now as a walrider host he is healing, but he doesn't know it yet and he probably won't like it at all.

Bonus: walrider is making repairs.

[littletoadzazi]

OH MY GOD

I'm currently writing an Outlast fanfic, and this is SUCH A SENSITIVE MOMENT. Just imagine: Waylon and Miles have a heart-to-heart talk, sort things out and stuff like that AND THEN WALRIDER JUST APPEARS AND SAYS: “oh god just tell that you love each other🤨 why is there all this drama🙄”

I CAN’T BREATHE BECAUSE OF LAUGHING HELP...

If I won’t finish this fanfic, you know, I’m probably dead. BECAUSE OF WALRIDER...

[luvisia]

alice marion in the trials verse! figuring out her outfits is fun hehe

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: Set after the events of the game. Miles and Waylon travel across the country dodging the police, military, and Murkoff security teams as they try to bring the corporation down. Running out of money becomes the least of their concerns. Miles struggles with controlling the Walrider and the separation from his family slowly tears Waylon apart. The Aftermath at Mount Massive picks up right where the game left off with Miles in the asylum. It turns out that living in the now abandoned facility comes with a few problems beyond finding food and water.

Author: @cannibal-wings

[oatsa-the-humanoid]

Surviving the Trials (part 1)

Days had merged into weeks, weeks had merged into months, and months had merged into an endless supply of an unknown amount of time. 

My fellow Reagents and I (Paul, Marie, and David) had almost refused to leave the sleep rooms during “Bring Your Baby to Work Week.” We had seen the carnage that was brought in daily through the medical window, and that was far enough to tell us to stay away from the Trials. Reagents with missing limbs, Reagents with blood and holes all over their clothing, and dead Reagents whose injuries were so vile that the doctors didn’t dare remove their shrouds. 

David was especially terrified of the Trials. He had heard the rumors of this so-called “Bambino” through the Reagents that had somehow survived, and he hasn’t been sleeping since. His eyes bore dark circles and he grew gaunt from a lack of eating. He knew it was a matter of time before the doctors forced the four of us into a Trial against our will.

Paul and Marie were the most experienced Reagents out of our group. What scared me the most is that the two veterans didn’t dare volunteer to go into the Bambino Trials even once. Something “just didn’t feel right” as Marie put it.

Marie was the oldest of our group. She had long, gray hair that went slightly past her shoulders and deep wrinkles on her forehead. As “old” as she seemed, she was a pretty good fighter, very strong, too. I’ve seen her fight off multiple pouncers at once with such a rageful strength that was genuinely terrifying to witness come out of such a brittle body. She even managed to get a couple strikes off on Coyle, which I found impossible.

Paul is very fond of Marie, not romantically, but almost as if he was her son. He may actually be her son, but whenever I asked about it, he shrugged off the question by bringing up some alternative topic. Paul was more fond of the trials than all of us combined. He used them as an excuse to throw bricks and bottles at some unfortunate Expop. He always went into the Trials when he was upset, so he could use them like a Rage Room. However, he never dared to actually finish a Trial. He was too terrified of the main assets of the Trials, especially Gooseberry. He almost got gored by Futterman’s vicious drill way too many times to count. He eventually swore to himself that he would never finish a Trial again unless his life absolutely depended on it.

I, like most others, was not fond of the Trials in any aspect. I found the Trials to be grotesque, unholy experiments made for the pleasure of the doctors and Murkoff officials. I was almost bold enough to swear that I would never finish a Trial again like Paul, but that was until I overheard some discussion between the guards of the sleep room. I heard them mention that they were going to force my friends and I into a Trial. That we had been leeching off their sleep room resources for long enough and that we needed to work for our meals. 

When I heard this news, I was petrified. I brought my three friends into my room during the “Sleep Hours” and told them about our unfortunate turn of events. They couldn’t believe their ears, especially David. 

“I TOLD YOU!” He yelled, crumbling into a chair and weeping. “I told you they’d do this. I freakin’ told you.” 

We were all in distress at this information. We tried our best to comfort each other in my quarters by talking over the situation.

“Well, hopefully they pick a short Trial, maybe even one without this ‘Bambino’ fella,” Marie said quietly, rubbing David’s back. 

“You could even stay by the shuttle if you want. We won’t mind.” I replied.

David wiped the wetness from his eyes.

“I’m sorry for crying, it’s just that I’m so worried. The chances of us living, all of us, are…so damn slim.” He frowned and looked at me.

“Janie, maybe we should…make a plan? Just…some sort of groundwork. Something to help get an edge.”

“It’s hard to do that when we don’t even know what Trial we’re gonna’ get.” Explained Paul. “I think maybe if we stick together, we will have a better chance of survival.”

“Yeah,” I whispered, mainly to myself. “But what if we happen to get separated?”

My question was rhetorical, but it lingered on our minds. We sat in silence for many, dreadful minutes, keeping our eyes on our twiddling thumbs.

“I love you guys. You are some fine fellas.” Announced David after a while. “You guys really have been the light in my dreary life.”

“We love you too,” whispered Marie, giving him a crinkled smile. “Everything’s gonna’ work out. I promise.”

I hope you guys enjoyed part 1 of the little story I'm making about Outlast Trials! Let me know if you wanna' read more!💚

If anyone has any tips on how to properly post stories on Tumblr, please tell me. I beg of you. 😭

[makeucrawl]

I would love to see a Coyle/Eastermen drabble id your still up to requests 🥺👉👈

Maybe Eastermen realising hes not the only guy who thinks Coyle is hot and getting jealous? Perhaps reminding Coyle who owns him (Nsfw)

“ShockTherapy” ship

!!WARNING!!NSFW!!

Dr. Easterman had been sitting at his desk, working on paperwork for what seemed like an eternity. He tapped his pen on the desk, feeling slightly bored. His gaze moves to the screen on his desk.

There was a trial going on, and he watched as Sgt. Coyle stabbed a man in the chest with his cattle prod. The officer looked pleased with how the unfortunate reagent's body thrashed on the ground.

Just as the doctor pondered about visiting Coyle later, he noticed something else.

One of the guards behind the enclosed area appeared to be trying to grab the prime assets' attention.

Coyle appeared interested and walked over to the barrier. The two appear to be having a little talk, leaning dangerously close to one other on the fence.

Hendrick felt nothing towards the situation.

Coyle had always been a dog, so witnessing the officer flirting with someone didn't bother him.

It was only after the guard reached through the chain-link fence to grab the prime asset straight between the legs, did the doctor feel his eye twitch.

Coyle leaned closer to the barrier, a wild grin on his face.

The primary asset was thoroughly enjoying the attention.

He was enjoying attention.

From someone else.

Easterman looks away from the screen when he feels something wet on his hand. He had broken his pen, and the ink was all over his hand and on his documents.

With a heavy deep sigh, he shuts off the screen and stands up from his desk.

Coyle was being taken to the director's office. He didn't mind the chains on his wrists and ankles because he knew they would be removed soon. As they neared the massive doors, he smiled broadly.

He wondered what kind of fun they were going to have.

The guards lead him into the office before leaving the two alone.

"Ya just couldn't wait to see me huh?" The officer taunts and shakes his wrists, which are still tied behind his back. "Ya gonna come over here an take these damn things off or what?"

"What happened in the trial today?"

Leland raises an eyebrow at the unexpected question. "The hell you talkin about?…HEY! You said you saw all of my trials!” Coyle scoffs and continues. "Heh as usual I served justice to those stupid fucks." He puffs his chest up proudly, expecting praise.

"What else happened."

The doctor's dark tone was beginning to dampen Coyle's mood. What was it he wanted the officer to say?!

He started to think about everything that happened throughout the trial.

It hits him.

Easterman notices the officer's expression suddenly changing.

"Dunno what yer refferin’ to." Coyle struggles awkwardly on his feet as the cuffs begin to dig in. "Just get over here and get these fuckin’ things off of me! I am the law!!" He realized he was in trouble and wanted to at least try to defend himself.

As Dr. Easterman rose from behind his desk, the cop began to sweat slightly. "Oh come on! It ain’t a big deal! ‘Sides! It ain’t like you've been payin’ me any attention!”

"Oh? Are you looking for attention?”

The doctor grabs the sergeant's tie, tugging him close.

“Allow me to shower you with attention then.”

Leland was surprised when the other kissed him. It wasn't what he expected, but it was preferable to whatever punishment the doctor had planned. He was really enjoying the kiss the deep slow kiss.

Until he felt the other man begin to bite his lower lip.

Coyle struggles, but it seems to make matters worse. Easterman only stopped when he tasted blood.

"You f-fuckin psycho! T-That hurt!" The police officer stuttered, felt blood forming on his lip. He lets out a painful grunt as he is forced back into the couch. His breathing quickens as he watches the doctor crawling over him.

"Heh I uh..I think I've gotten enough attention.." Coyle smiles faintly, but Easterman simply stares down at him with those dark eyes.

The director loosens the prime asset's tie before working on opening his jacket and shirt. Easterman began kissing, beginning with the exposed bare skin of the other's neck.

Again, he was gentle and slow at first before becoming intentionally forceful and rough.

He works his way down Coyle's neck to his stomach, leaving bites and dark markings in his wake.

"Y-You…fucker!" Leland snaps as he sees what the other has done to him. Not even his collared shirt could hide the marks on his neck.

He watches as Hendrick takes something from his pocket, and when he realizes what it is, he begins to thrash.

It was a bright crimson collar with a big bell on it.

“Don’t you fucking dare!”

Easterman effortlessly places the collar around the huffing “dog's” neck. "You're honestly lucky I don't put a muzzle on you." The doctor spoke in a low, deep tone as he tightened the collar.

"But I actually have use for your loud mouth."

Hendrick now adjusted himself, practically sitting on Coyle's chest. He takes off the other man's sunglasses and cap before grabbing a fistful of the dark graying hair. His free hand proceeds to undo his belt and finally his zipper.

When the doctor notices the officer's face getting red, he smirks.

He taps the tip of his cock on the other’s lips. "Open."

When Coyle refused, Hendrick continued to press the tip against his lips and cheeks until he finally did.

The doctor brings Leland's head forward and shoving the entire length down his throat.

Almost immediately, the man choked and his eyes began to water.

He glances up to Easterman, pleading for air.

"Breathe through your nose, Leland."

Hendrick lets out a breathy laugh as he feels the other exhale heavily against his skin.

"So you can listen…”

He began moving Coyle's head, using his hair as leverage. The big bell on the collar loudly jingled with each movement.

"Then listen carefully….You're mine. Do you understand?"

The possessive doctor stares down at the gagged officer.

"You are mine. Y-You are goddamn mine."

Instead of cumming down the other man's throat, he pulls himself from Leland’s mouth before stroking himself to completion on his face.

Coyle clenched his eyes and winced as he felt the warm, thick fluid strike his face.

He groans weakly as he opens one of his eyes and looks up at the doctor. Easterman stood up and got off of the badly humiliated man, tucking himself back into his pants.

Poor Coyle lay there panting and his hard on twitched against his jeans.

"Do you understand now, Leland?"

"Yes..hnnn D-Doc..Cmon..”

The officer whines for his own release.

Easterman just chuckles at him.

"No."

He says this as he approaches his office's big doors. He opens one and addresses the guards waiting down the hall.

“You can take him."

"W-Wait!"

Coyle sat up quickly on the couch, not wanting to be seen this way.

"Goodbye, Sergeant. Have a good night's sleep. Remember what I told you.”

Easterman assists the police officer in standing and kisses his forehead before allowing the guards to remove him.

As they left, the doctor could hear the tinkling of the collar's bell and the guards mocking the prime asset.

Coyle would do well to remember who he belongs to.