#outlast hcs

[heretyc]

Rest, Damn You [Val/Reader Fic + Headcanons]

As a sleep-deprived Val stan...this request is not only appreciated but SO valid :'D ILY Anon. Gonna do both HC's and a fic because I love this so much.

Kept this as ambiguous as possible so it can be either modern AU or normal AU. 🤭 Headcanons are under the fic.

Synopsis: You can't sleep. Irritation and restlessness are a cocktail that you unwillingly sip. Yet you forced a smile onto your face and tried acting like you weren't dying of exhaustion.

Warnings: Mentions of sex. But it's Val...what did you expect lol

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You couldn't stop your eye from twitching. Really, it was out of your control. The hiss you made earlier as the sun invaded your sight? Out of control, too.

It's as if the sandman hated you. Sleep was an itch you couldn't scratch, no matter what you've done. Lavender didn't work. Rainy nights didn't work. Not even the sounds of nature could calm your mind.

It was killing you.

...Not really, but it felt like it.

Everything had irritated you to no end. But it wasn't anyone's fault for your sleeplessness. So you kept a tired smile on your face at all times, taking in deep breaths when something annoyed you.

No one had noticed, really.

Except for Val.

It was inevitable. They knew everything. They read you like a book when you first met, and that hasn't changed. Not one bit.

So when your eye twitched for the 50th time that day, they had raised a brow, confused. You weren't okay.

Your body language suggested exhaustion...clumsiness, a lack of reaction to anything. And yet you took it all in stride, a smile on your face as if nothing was wrong.

They confronted you after your conversation with a heretic had ended. They took your arm into their hand, gently pulling you to them.

"Are you alright, my love?"

It was rhetoric. The look in their eye suggested that they knew.

With a sigh, you shook your head. Your eyes burned and teared up whenever possible. But you couldn't sleep. "Not...really."

They hummed, their pupils scanning your face. You felt like prey with them. "And why is that? What is troubling you?"

They wanted to hear it from you.

"Uhhh..." you slowly blinked, your eyes teary once more trying to keep themselves moist from lack of rest. They stayed silent, waiting for you to finish. You huffed. "I'm exhausted."

That was obvious. But you were only ever this exhausted after a night of fun. The both of you would fall into each other and pass out, nuzzling into one another, warm and satisfied. You'd be right as rain, afterward. But you hadn't had that kind of fun in days due to business.

This was another kind of exhaustion. The kind you get after depriving yourself of sleep.

They tilted their head a bit, staring into your eyes, and a slim finger came up to wipe away at a stray tear. Silently, they urged you to go on.

Their touch was nice.

"Just can't sleep." You shrugged. You had no answers, really. Sleep was just a pain in the ass.

"Could there be a cause of your restlessness, my love?" They questioned quietly. "Anxiety, perhaps? You know you're safe..."

"No, no. I don't think so, anyway." You swallowed, your head tilting forward before you caught it. Val merely chuckled, wiping away at your forehead to push your hair back.

"Well," They hummed once more, taking your face into their hands. Your cheeks were squished. "We need to get to the bottom of this, you know. You cannot be restless...it's unhealthy."

"And what do you suggest?" You speak through puckered lips due to their gentle squeezing of your face, and they chuckle, pecking you before speaking.

"Helping you sleep, of course. I'm free of my duties." They said with a kind smile before moving to grab your hand in order to guide you back to bed.

"Val...it's the middle of the day."

They looked back at you, a brow raised with a playful look on their face. "And? Since when did we follow rules, darling?"

Touche.

It's as if Val made everything better. Because as you lay close to them, reveling in their body heat, heavy rain pelted outside, frogs began to croak, and you could finally feel the void of sleep embrace you, much like Val did the moment you nodded off.

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Restlessness is not a healthy thing. And Val wants nothing more than for you to be healthy. How else will you have orgies with them?? Joking, but not really. In general, they want you pristine.

Definitely picks lavender and will shove it into your pillow to help you sleep. I can see them rubbing it on them as well if you're sleeping in the same bed. Which is every night, all night.

Gets pissed if someone wakes you up, or ruins the calm atmosphere they crafted just for you.

Remedies whatever is causing you to stay awake. Knoth and Marta? They're irrelevant. They are far too focused on squishing some man named 'Blake' to concern themselves with you. Migraine? They'll make the whole area go silent if need be.

Mama bear 100%.

They will be physically affectionate as you try to drift off. Soft trailings of their fingers on your face, your shoulders, your back...

Not opposed to massages. Yes, they'll try and stay away from your more sensitive bits until you're feeling better.

They hum. This is a canon event. They will hum a song as they hold you tight and rock. "Oh be careful little eyes what you see..." as they lightly pet your face.

If it's due to an injury, they'll do what they can to numb the area and grant you relief. They are no doctor, but they'll do what they can.

Sometimes, restlessness is caused by emotions. Maybe you need to vent. Or get a secret out. They will lend you a loving ear if need be.

When I'm restless, it's due to outside factors, like storms. I hate storms. If you're like me, they'll put hands over your ears or put your head to their chest and hum. Their heartbeat is a nice remedy to the thunder outside.

[0bsequi0us]

What a naughty little boy!

[saccharineheartx]

Mouthwashing x Outlast Trials AU

[gibbs88]

night hunter if he had internet

[robinotaco]

"B-B-But!! In game, she canonly flirts with the guys-" BLAHBLAH BLAH IDCCCC

[wendigoruble]

pls give us your nsfw thoughts about franco 👀

🔞NSFW FRANCO HC's!!🔞

Ooohhh boy

He's a breast man first and foremost. He sucks, fucks, squeezes, and wants to be suffocated by 'em. He's not exactly picky about the size when it really comes down to the act (though he does like bigger). He's just happy he can play with them at the end of the day.

On the flip side, he also has a sensitive chest, which he likes being played with. Granted, he'll never outright ask for it, but he does like it and usually does it when he's alone.

If he ever wants a specific (likely embarrassing) thing during sex that he's embarrassed about, he'll try to puppy eye his way through it without explicitly stating it.

Someone step on this man, he wants to be crushed. He also has a shoe fetish, not a foot fetish. I don't think he really cares for the feet in the shoe. It's the style of footwear that he enjoys, specifically stiletto heels. (Tho I also hc he has a thing for Gluskin's thick leather boots).

He absolutely LOVES to be manhandled. He loves it when his partner picks him up and tosses him around like he's nothing. One of the advantages of being little is being light and maneuverable.

He's a dry humper/leg humper. Both because then he doesn't need to get fully naked and because he gets abject shame from ruining nice clothes or nice things in general, and he gets off on that shame. Plus, he loves a good calf to hold onto and ride.

Heavy oral fixation all the way. He wants to suck something or use his tongue. If he can't get to a boob he'll go to oral. If he can't give oral, he wants those fingers down his throat until he's gagging. If he isn't getting any of that, he'll have his pacifier and God help the soul of the person who acknowledges it.

He loves to be degraded, but he does have a limit. If that limit is crossed and he starts feeling like they're real insults, he kills on the spot.

He will take breaks during sex because he needs to breathe due to untreated medical issues. This doesn't stop him from smoking during the breaks and then smoking again after finishing. He has at least 1-2 cigarettes or a full cigar when he has sex.

He desperately needs and wants aftercare but is really bad at giving it. If he doesn't receive the care he wants, he'll scream and cry and pitch a fit, which is likely to turn violent.

He talks A LOT during sex. He's either gassing himself up, trying his hand at dirty talk, of constantly muttering and whining "mommy" and "mother".

Any and all sexual partners are mommy to him

I personally think he kept himself clean despite what the comic states. After all, he's a rich little fella who lived a lavished lifestyle. I feel like he'd make himself more than presentable to compensate for his giant head and missing teeth.

I also think (despite the comics) that he's short and thick. He's a grower that gets to about 5.5 inches when he's erect.

Also believe he has a lot of inner conflict about his sexuality in general but that deserves its own rant

[makeucrawl]

Coyle: <<sees easterman taking his shoes off>> HAAAAA! What are you wearin!? <<points at socks>>

Easterman: Oh. <<looks down at pink socks>> My tie got mixed in with the wash. Pink is cute-

Coyle: CUTE!? HAHAHAAAAA Yer such a fa- <<Easterman takes off Coyle’s boot>>

Coyle:….

Easterman:….

Coyle:….Cute, right? <<wiggles toes>>

[rymaninlimbo]

Leland Coyle Headcanons because I’d like to share my thoughts on this man and what I think he’s like behind the scenes~

•••~•••~•••

•Leisure clothing/behavior•

- He wears Murkoff brand sweatpants, and a plain white shirt sleeve shirt, he also wears slippers when he’s going around in the sleep room. He prefers wearing plain clothing usually, clean and simple works for him.

- He generally keeps to himself in his room, writing in his journal or drawing randsome landscape scenes. (Mostly open pastures from his youth, maybe some cattle and storm clouds)

- In the morning, he wakes up at 0500 on the dot to begin his routine of calisthenics before showering and eating breakfast.

- Usually he regards the other Ex-Pops with mutual respect, if they keep to themselves so will he, in trial environments it’s similar behavior but he’s willing to be rough if they’re not doing their job.

•Comfort Item(s)•

- His sunglasses are very important to him, not only are they a momento from before he joined the Marines, he’s always hated eye contact.

- Always viewed it as windows of the soul and too personal, he only ever takes them off when he’s alone or with someone he trusts enough to show off his striking baby blues.

- (Tw abūse) In the past when he was a kid, after each time his mother dunked him under the bathwater and held him there, she would force him to look at her eyes as she screamed in his face. “Cleanliness is next to godliness, Leland. Don’t you get that?”

- Depending on the situation, looking into his eyes while he wears his aviators can pull different reactions from him. If it’s out of hatred and fear, he’ll have a near visceral reaction to it. Wanting nothing more than to jam his thumbs into their eyes to get them to stop looking at him. But, if you look into his eyes with respect, firm but neutral, he’ll be curious to see how far that goes. What can break you?

•Hygiene•

- Generally smells like cigarette smoke, burnt leather and spicy aftershave

- Depending on what time the trial is, you’d most likely smell coffee or maybe his recent meal on his breath, subtle but noticeable if you’re paying attention to it.

- He showers daily so usually you can smell a hint of his shampoo and body wash if you catch him before he smokes his first cigarette of the day.

- Sometimes, usually every Sunday, you’ll find that his boots look shinier and smell of the leather conditioner and oil to make them pretty, he takes pride in having his boots look good while he executes you. ;)

That’s all for now~

I’ll most likely add more laterrrr

[milesfingers]

Miles: *to Waylon and Blake* You guys keep saying that I have no bitches. BUT WHERE ARE YOURS? WHERE ARE THEY? I DON’T SEE THEM

Waylon: *prob divorced* …

Blake: *widower* …

[vzzdann]

I haven't drawn in paper for a long time 🥺

[laughing-gunslinger]

Fuck you *transfems your Blake Langermann*

[paintskiinouii]

Since Eddie is old but in a sort of denial he would go to the pharmacy and go up to an employee like “do you guys sell any anti-aging pills” because back at Mount Massive they gave everything in pills so he thinks that everything is available in pills

“Sorry sir, what? Anti-aging PILLS?”

“I do want anti-aging pills ma’am, but don’t shout it out like that, people are going to think I’m old!!”

“Sir…”

Then he would look at the face cream in disbelief

“Is this to eat??”

[zeorigir]

The camcorder was put nicely on the table.

yeee more outlast oc 🧍‍♂️

[heretyc]

[texasflowers]

coyle sketches. for the same comic idea as the mechanica ones.

[wendigoruble]

General Franco HCs!

SFW, but still put under the cut since it's a long post!

Franco doesn't enjoy drinking anything that tastes bitter or alcoholic. This is why he loves his wolf's milk because it covers up the taste (among the other perverse reasons why he likes it). He only ever takes straight alcohol if he has to drink around other people, and he hates it. Getting drunk helps, but the taste makes him grimace.

He enjoys chocolate and suckers, specifically blowpops, but not because of the gum. He doesn't like gum. The size of the blowpop just fits his mouth well, and he can spend a long time on just one.

He swears in Italian a lot and will speak Italian during work as an extra cover so certain people don't know what he's saying.

He sucks his thumb when he sleeps as opposed to sucking on his pacifier. While his pacifier helps him calm down when he's stressed, sucking his thumb helps him sleep.

His pajamas are either whatever he happens to be wearing at the time, just a pair of pants, or on the extremely rare occasion (when he's being extra) full silk pajamas because they feel nice on his skin.

He once went on a pissed off rampage around the people that work for him because he had forgotten where he put his pacifier. This is why he wears it around his neck at all times now, even when going to work.

On the same note, sometimes carrying out assassinations is stressful, and he'll be sucking on his pacifier while delivering a shot from lupara. Or doing drug trades when he doesn't have access to cigarettes or a proper cigar.

He enjoys a lavished lifestyle style which includes frivolous purchases, nice cars, and even nicer clothes. This is also why I hc him to keep himself well groomed. He needs to compensate for his shortcomings and appear as desirable as possible for the people he tries to pick up.

He frets a lot over his appearance and spends time either being pissed off at his own reflection or staring at it in silent shame. This is why he pays so much money to get with the working girls.

In spite of his looks, he does carry the "strangely charismatic" aura about him due to the faux confidence. He'll puff out his chest, be loud and pushy, all in hopes to be perceived a certain way. And it works!

He gets frequent headaches due to his deformation and has breathing problems that are exacerbated by his smoking and drinking. He needs to go to a fucking hospital.

Compliments and flattery are the way to his heart (or to keep you from being killed).

He does have times of regression, but those are extremely private moments that no one knows about. (Everyone knows they're just too scared to say anything). Usually, when he comes back from brothels, he takes a good 3-5 hours of alone time.

He tends to sit on the floor and rock while muttering to himself. Sometimes, he just curls up and falls asleep on the floor. Other times, he'll cuddle up with a pillow because he doesn't have a teddy.

In his room, hidden away among his things, he keeps a bottle. Sometimes, he drinks out of it. Other times, he just wants to hold it and chew on the silicone tip. It adds to the feeling of helplessness.

Either he has made an imaginary mother in his head, or he's desperate for that connection, but his muttering often consists of telling his mom about his day.

"I blew his head clean off... No more rat. I did that. I did it, ma... Oh, I knew you'd be proud of me. Mommy's always proud of me.. Mommy loves me."