#outlast trials headcanons

[love-minor-poltergeist]

A/N: I've only known this man for roughly a week and I want to pour milk on him and violently throw him against the wall (lovingly). While I'm not known to write for horror media, let alone for a franchise as brutal as Outlast, but I've been quite captivated by the Outlast Trials since the July 16th update. Because of course I would fixate on the hyperviolent mafioso with extreme mommy issues. _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_

General Franco Barbi Headcanons

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Loathe as he is to admit—  that is if he’s willing to acknowledge it— Franco and his father are far more alike than one would think. Both men share the same hair-trigger temper, a fondness for collecting artisan firearms, tastes in women… And who could forget that sailor’s mouth? 

Hell, prior to his exile, it became something of a running joke between the triggermen of the Barbi family. The minute they hear Franco and Don Barbi’s shared “FUCK”/“CAZZO”, they share a knowing look amongst themselves. Like father, like son.

Of course, they also take it as a warning to keep their heads down and quietly pray that lupara isn’t pointed their way.

His birth mother was killed long before he could even remember her. No one dared utter it aloud, but he knew why. He would’ve been downright stupid to think it was because of anything other than how he came out. Ugly. Malformed. Hell, his father certainly made it clear how he felt about his defective son whenever he got mad; and Franco’s got the scars to show it.

However, during one of Don Barbi’s infamous bouts of rage– fueled by alcohol and his ever-growing frustration over Franco’s reckless spree killings– he had let it slip that Franco resembled his late wife far more than he was comfortable with. 

Dark eyes– cold and vast like the deepest parts of the sea– regarded the crumpled form beneath him. Franco couldn’t have been more than seventeen or eighteen then. He had just gotten back from a hit. Some rat bastard from another crime family; a lowly racketeer who thought he was hot shit. At least he did until he was filled with hot lead from lupara. Only thing was— his father just wanted the intended man dead. It was a simple request. And what did his ugly shithead fuck of a son do? Franco ends up massacring the whole bar he had tracked the man down to. Staff, patrons, and a band of musicians that were unluckily set to perform that night— a whopping thirteen other people on top of the measly single target the Don wanted. And the real fucking kicker? That very bar– dinky as it was– was under Barbi family protection. And they had paid handsomely for their services. 

All hell broke loose once Franco came home. The minute he stepped foot in his father’s office, the world became a blur of violent shouting and spat expletives. The walls and furniture shook with each slam as the Don punched and kicked at the younger man. Franco had tried to fight back, getting in a few nasty hits himself, but it was clear his father easily overpowered him. In a matter of minutes, his vision and lungs grew wet with blood. Everything hurt, and all young Franco could do was fight for air.

“You had one job, boy. One. Yet I find that we lost a paying customer— one that we’re supposed to protect. Making me look like the asshole for not keeping my word.” 

The older man crouched down, yanking Franco by the little patches of hair he had. The Don was baring his teeth now, eyes boring holes into his son. 

“You’re even lucky I let you live, you miserable waste of spunk,” he pulled harder on Franco’s hair, ignoring the latter’s grunt of pain. “I could have killed you in your crib. I should have.” 

He accentuated each word with a rough yank, and a particularly pathetic pained moan from Franco only made the Don slam his head into the floor. Hot, sticky crimson coated his broad fingers, and he regarded the now weeping visage of his son with disdain; as if he had found a piece of gum stuck to his shoe. A pregnant silence fell between the two. Nothing but the faint sounds of breathing filled the air. 

Then the Don spoke once more.

“Even now, you look just like your mother. Useless, bloodied, and soft.”

Don Barbi never did talk about his first wife again after that incident. Not that Franco ever cared. He never knew her. Though, he did faintly hear from a few of his father’s older associates that he shared his mother’s eyes, or that he had the same hair as her. One man even said that had Franco been born normal, he would’ve been the spitting image of her. 

Said man was later found in the alley between a bar and sundry store. Discarded within a dumpster and body absolutely mangled. 

Once, when he was around maybe ten years old or so, his father had tried to take him to the dentist in order to get braces. Something to fix up those “broken piano keys” he had, as his father put it. Franco didn’t even last a half hour before a capo had to come pick him up because the boy went and bit the finger clean off of the poor dental assistant that tried to get him ready. 

He has some breathing problems, going off what could be heard within the trials. If he’s not yapping off, he could be heard heavily panting and straining to catch his breath. It’s nowhere near bad enough to be considered asthmatic, but Franco’s definitely not winning any marathons, that’s for sure. Not that his little baby legs would let him-

Absolutely refuses to drink anything that isn’t sweet enough to send a bear into a diabetic coma. If he doesn’t have his thermos of wolf’s milk on him, he’s dumping a whole bowl’s worth of sugar into whatever’s given to him. He doesn’t care if it's already been sweetened. He needs it sweeter.

Murkoff’s budgeting department is at their wit’s end and it is absolutely Franco’s fault. Does he care? Of course not. He deserves nice things and it’s a travesty that someone of his status is forced to live in squalor. About a week after he’s been taken to Sinyala, a special budget ends up being put aside for him. He goes over said budget every time. No, he won’t stop, either. He is a luxury that few could afford.

The first thing he demanded for his living space was the fanciest phonogram Murkoff could get and some records. He didn’t particularly like juke boxes– he thought them too flashy and that they usually played the same boring tunes. Usually if you walk by his containment unit, you'd hear the rich, dulcet tones of Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons, and the occasional Engelbert Humperdinck.

Don’t ever take him to the beach for too long. He usually forgets to put on sunscreen and ends up sunburnt at the end of the day. It’s one of the few things he doesn’t miss about Miami/Cuba. 

Small dogs hate him. His stepmom Angelina owned a few pomeranians. He and the little bastards never got along. It wasn’t all too uncommon to walk in on him telling one of them to fuck off whenever they bit at the pant leg of his suit. He’s held a vendetta against all tiny dogs ever since. 

While he may not look like it, he’s quite fond of the ocean. He enjoyed the boat rides he took to and from Cuba, and would occasionally fish if time was passing by a bit slow. Though he didn’t do it very often thanks to bastardly seagulls and pelicans trying to bully him for whatever he caught. 

Would probably own an aquarium of tropical fish if Murkoff trusted any of their test subjects with a living thing under their care. When he was younger, Franco’s father had an associate who owned a giant tank full of brightly-colored tetras, cherry barbs, and guppies. And while his dad sat through boring talks, Franco would usually watch the little things dart around in the water.

Speaking of, he’s particularly fond of ranchu goldfish. Mostly because, in his words, “they’re ugly little fuckers”.  Franco means this lovingly, of course. 

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[systemic-chaos]

i beg of you, please give us your nsfw franco headcanons 🥺

I'm bored at work and finally got my meds refilled, so here you go!! Everything is gonna go under the cut again because I don't want to subject anyone to horny Franco Barbi nonsense unknowingly

- First off, Franco is bisexual to me. I think he wants a daddy just as bad as he wants a mommy, since he barely had either one.

- He's also got so much internalized homophobia going on. Man feels horribly emasculated by liking men, which either results in being overly aggressive to other men to try to reclaim his feelings of masculinity (cough cough my easterman headcanons) or finding the act of being emasculated more erotic when it's from a guy. Take your pick depending on the guy!

- Canonically, he's got erectile dysfunction about anything that isn't humiliating. I also extend this to getting involuntary boners whenever he is humiliated, even if it's from someone he doesn't like. It's a sort of trauma response for him, since I don't think the whole stepmom situation was even remotely able to be consensual. I mean, he was like a teenager when that happened if I remember correctly, and teenagers can't consent to adults especially if they are in a position of power over them. All this to say, man's erections have a mind of their own separate from what Franco wants.

- Franco is HEAVILY into ageplay. The baby schitck is DEFINITELY sexual to him. At the same time, I think he finds it both comforting and arousing. It feels a deep gash in his psyche left by continual trauma to go back to a simpler time where he can be comfortable and warm. His favorite sex is when people indulge his fetishes about ageplay.

- Franco is NOT good at penatrative sex. He's a little too selfish in that regard, and I think he doesn't really know how to properly use his dick in that kind of way. He'll just frantically hump you a few times, then he's off like a rocket. Short refractory period if you make fun of him for it, though!

-On the other hand, he's GREAT at oral. Hello, oral fixation! He can happily suck dick or eat you out for hours without a break. It's like a bottle to him. He'll whine about not getting a turn, but he won't really mean it.

-He likes to be denied, up to a point. The humiliation of begging someone else for an orgasm is really nice, that is until it starts to hurt. He can and will throw tantrums about blue balls.

-Sex without humiliation is rare for Franco (since he puts too much stock in needing to get hard) but if you were to avoid humiliating him, he'd be both surprised and grateful. Degradation is sexy, but he values feeling like someone's special little guy who can do a good job pleasing them.

-He'd also be a diehard romantic to anyone who slept with him more than once voluntarily. I'm taking rose petals on the bed, candles everywhere, slow sensual music. Man wants very badly to be seductive and loving.

-If you humiliated him too intensely during sex, he might have a panic attack. He's prone to flashbacks about his father's beatings, and very rarely about his stepmother (since he mostly convinces himself that it was consensual with her). You could probably get him off even if he was panicking, but watch out; He'd definitely try to kill you after.

-He's a champion of aftercare and pillow talk. He's a cuddly little monster and he can be surprisingly considerate to others. He'd praise you to the moon and back, letting you know exactly how great you were to him. He'd also try to get you to take a bath with him. Baby loves baths.

Also random headcanon, but I think the man wears a onesie after sex and just zonk out with his binkie in his mouth. Just lights out for the lil guy.

Hope you enjoyed!! I might do more headcanons, both NSFW and otherwise, sometime!!! Mostly I'm thinking about Mother Gooseberry...

[lumierexfics]

Hii! if you write for Franco Barbi then could I request fluff headcanons with Franco and a gn reader who's a doctor in the facility? Thank you sm :)

Chat Log Name : Silly rabbit!

Chat log description : Fluff headcanons with “il bambino” Franco Barbi.

online users : “il bambino” Franco Barbi , murkoff worker reader

‼️CW : OOC Franco Barbi.‼️

You were working for Murkoff for a couple of years due to the fact that they had the specific treatment that you needed but wasn’t affordable to the normal person but it was free under the care of Murkoff corporation if you kept quiet about the things that they were doing since Murkoff corporation is a charitable corporation that helps people.

You were the most experienced doctor on duty since the other senior doctor was out. You had to deal with the new prime asset : il bambino with his lupara.

Franco does not enjoy the room that he currently is because it would be a downgrade to the normal “luxuries” from the outside.

It would take an amount of trust in the restraints for you to even handle lupara since you would need to replace the shell filled with teeth with bullets that aren’t harmful.

Franco will constantly thrash and throw a ‘tantrum’ in the restraints whenever you try to clean lupara and try to place it out of his reach

You noticed he wouldn’t be as ‘defiant’ when he was injured by the broken bottles or the bricks that caused discoloration on his head or face, a perfect time to clean up his wounds before he had to endure the trial again as the prime asset.

Franco would expect the occasional praises from you whenever you bandaged him up from the trial and because he wanted to make you proud.

Your weekends wouldn’t be in the safe comforts of your home, rather it would be back at the Sinyala facility due to Franco having an outburst since he seemingly preferred you over the other doctors who seemed to have treated him without ‘care’.

[letternotekisses]

Hi there! I'm hopping on board with your requests, and am very politely asking if you would be willing to write some NSFW headcanons for Coyle? Please and thank you! ♡♡♡

hii ofc i can! <3 nsfw under da cut

"I'll have you on your knees..."

Coyle is very heavy on having firm control over you - as evidenced by the way he'll have you in any way he wants. A favourite of his though, is having you between his knees - baton pressed against your cheek and cock lodged deep down your throat. Sometimes he'll have his baton crackle to life and give himself a shock - combining the sensations and making you choke in surprise around his throbbing shaft.

He likes a bit of fire. Likes to watch you squirm while he fucks you - bent over one of the desks in the police station - paperwork strewn messily across the floor. He'll curl an elbow around your neck, grasping your chin and keeping you pinned in a headlock as he ruts his heavy cock into your sweet little hole, having you bite into the leather of his sleeve to ground yourself.

Likes it when you behave, but it makes his cock stiffen when you don't. Leland loves to think he's teaching you a very valuable lesson by catching you and fucking you into the tough marble floor - the slap of his pelvis against your ass loud enough to attract the attention of stray Ex-Pop nearby. But he makes sure they know just who's prisoner you are, huffing and growling into the crook of your neck as he grinds his cock in that particular motion that makes you sing like a caged canary.

After a long day, Coyle likes a long drag of a cigarette, a drink and a sweet little pussy for him to bury his face into. His beard is scratchy against your inner thighs - tickling the plush flesh as he drags his heavy tongue through your folds, not hesitating to plunge back into your sweet little hole. He'll hold your thighs open and eat you up until he's had his fix, giving a pleased and appreciative grunt every time you come undone in his mouth.

Gives you a little spark from the baton once in a while - not enough to fry you - but certainly enough to get you to squeal. He's not nice about it either, rather more pleased with himself as he grips his belt, his hand coming down to grope his hardening cock through his trousers. Sometimes he'll swoop in right after for a rough kiss, his beard scraping your cheeks as his hand comes to cup your jaw.

Coyle will handcuff those pretty wrists behind your back and have you ride him until the cows home home - or, at least until you're whining and drooling at him to fuck you proper, which he's all too happy to deliver on. Pinning you down, his chest pressed against your back - his gear digging into you as he stretches your pretty little hole open. Growling about how he'd rehabilitate you - or better yet, keep you caged up - just for him, and him only.

"Oh, sweetness." >>>

[rymaninlimbo]

Can you imagine meeting him in a dark, lowly bar?

He sidles up to you, a sideways grin on his face as he spoke, “Care to let me buy you a round, sweetness?”

You scoff at his boldness, but there’s something about a man in uniform that is… alluring~

[toxictigertonic]

Can the Toxic Family Trio go to Disneyland? 🥺

They're going to kill each other and we're all going to point and laugh.

COYLE

- Starting out strong, he is the reason they're going to be late to Disneyland. He wanted to be out of the facility at 8 am sharp and he woke up at 9.

- Was in charge of buying the lightning lane passes. Forgot. Franco was ready to kill him over it but Gooseberry remembered.

- He REFUSES to pay for more than one food item. He is not going broke for a sandwich just bc a fuckin mouse is selling it to him.

- There is a single exception to this rule, and it's pistachio cold brew. He'd buy 7 and drink them throughout the day. He cannot resist the pistachio.

- He's having fun on the rides but if you ask him about it he just gets grouchy as hell. God forbid this grown man have fun.

- He forced pusher to come along to push their little buggy with all their shit in it. Pusher is being paid in coke by Gooseberry for their help.

- His feet hurt like a bitch by the end but he won't say it, he just limps and moans and groans. He won't ask to sit down either bc he's a big strong man and "men don't need to sit down", whatever that means.

- If anybody even LOOKS at one of the gift shops he's throwing a fit. He doesn't care if it's their money to spend, you're not wasting money like that!!

- Just because he's the law doesn't mean he's not gonna break Disneyland rules. He's going to make someone break character, and he's going to get them in trouble for it.

MOTHER GOOSEBERRY

- Woke up bright and early and got everything together for the trip. Had no help from anybody. Eternally seething.

- Wants to take photos with every character, ESPECIALLY the princesses. She's imagining herself as one, pretty dress and all. She's no princess but she is a queen ❤️

- Giftshop enthusiast, wants to look at and touch everything. Will she actually buy anything? Not if she wants Futterman to stay quiet.

- Futterman would shout a curse word in the middle of a crowded area and Phyllis would tape his beak shut for the rest of the day.

- Futterman also refuses to pay the prices for food and drink. Eats a kids ice cream cone and makes the kid cry.

- Futterman would also HATE Donald Duck. Genuinely. Feels like he's the only fowl allowed around here. Would try to snap at whoever is in the Donald Duck outfit.

- Loves all the rides, but especially "It's a Small World". Phyllis is singing along while being periodically interrupted by Futterman screaming for mercy.

- Planned matching outfits for everyone to wear, including Futterman! Futterman does not willingly wear his mouse ears but superglue solves all problems.

- If Coyle and Franco act up too much, she spends the money on Mickey Mouse harness backpacks and puts those fuckers on leashes.

- Hidden Mickey finder right here, she will find them all and you will not have a chance to even look for them.

FRANCO

- Harasses the princesses. Phyllis is going to beat him senseless in a second if he doesn't behave. She spent too much time planning to get kicked out over him.

- Also harasses the mascots but more to the effect of trying to steal their heads. He's a damn menace.

- He got ice cream all over his shirt 10 minutes into being there. Pissed he spilled his milkshake. Coyle is talking mad shit to him about it too.

- Demands a balloon and a cute pair of mouse ears, throws the worst tantrum ever if he doesn't get either. Scream cries if he accidentally lets go of the balloon.

- Steals a child's balloon if he is not allowed to buy one. Would honestly steal just about anything he could get his hands on. Why pay when he can just take?

- Tried to cut in line and got dragged back by Coyle. Coyle might be a jackass but even he understands the importance of waiting your turn in line.

- Yet again, not allowed to have Lupara with him. Resorts to having his pacifier in his mouth the whole time for comfort. Please stop taking Lupara it makes him anxious.

- Speaking of his pacifier, Gooseberry was nice enough to buy him one with Mickey Mouse on it for the trip. It makes him feel special :)

- His feet got tired so he got into the cart that Pusher has been pushing around. Pusher hates him so much and has considered dumping him into a fountain more than once.

I have never been to Disneyland but I do have Google so I think I know what I'm talking about

[chocolate-gore]

Angelina Barbi doodle because I need more representation of her and Franco’s relarionship ~

To me at least, these two represent the only healthy relationship any of the villains ever had and I will die on that hill because my son deserves all the love he can get [as well as heels to his face & balls]

[I tried to make her look like those super airbrushed black and white photographs of Hollywood stars back then while also rushing to get it done]

Here are a couple of headcanons I have about her:

27 year old trophy wife from a modest middle class family of Italian immigrants [age gap between Franco and her: 3 years]

Married Salvatore for his money but is actually a sweetheart and very caring despite outwardly looking like the gold digger stereotype. Quickly learns to despise Salvatore though, miss thing is not living the best of both worlds

People call her "Angie" and she hates it, like "Call me that again and I’m ready to throw hands" type shit

Can defend herself with ease and Franco is not mad about it at all

Very Jessica Rabbit coded

Salvatore doesn’t like it when she wears heels because it makes her look taller than him, Franco buys her loads of heels anyways

Big tiddy, essentially she’s a pinup of a woman

Jazz singer voice

Leland would have a stroke if he found out that Franco wasn’t lying about them being an item

Actually genuinely loves Franco, which he high-key can’t grasp

[goldenponcho]

Just wanted to share a very important NSFW headcanon I have about Franco:

It’s obvious he’s, first and foremost, a breast man. Duh… But I strongly feel that he gets off to pretty much ANY part of a woman’s body. This would be mostly due to the fact that he clearly fetishizes women’s bodies in general.

Breasts- ANY sexual act he does is most likely going to involve them if at all possible. He will contort himself into uncomfortable positions if he has to to get to them tiddees!

Belly - He is into this NEARLY as much as he is breasts. Even if he’s not actively trying to cut someone open to crawl inside (and he’s not trying to breastfeed) he wants to lay his head on their tummy and fall asleep. Probably likes some pudge, but isn’t extremely picky. He absolutely LOVES the little sounds inside. Also think it would be cute if when their stomach growls, he excitedly offers to get them some food or take them to a fancy restaurant.

Feet - This man also, low-key, has a foot fetish. Especially clad in heels or some THICK, heavy shit kickers. PLEASE, QUEEN , STEP ON HIM! I think he would also be really enthused to give foot massages.

Ass - He’ll absolutely grab ass any chance he gets. Will definitely stick a finger up in there if you don’t watch him.

Legs - It seems from a couple fics I’ve read, some agree, he likes to sit at a person’s feet and lie his head in their lap for them to pet his head while he strokes a calf or thigh. He could also fall asleep here.

Back - If a partner is already curled up in bed, he likes to nuzzle into their back and hug them in a spooning position. He will not let go once here.

Face - He’s not picky about what you look like. He finds many have potential to be attractive to him. After all, he believes himself to be absolutely HIDEOUS, so he probably feels he can’t be picky anyway. What he loves is to stare adoringly into their eyes while he gets cuddles.

I’m sure there are more, but I’ll leave it at that.

Bonus! This study by youcancallmenoob is 100% what Franco looks like naked. Also, he’s just slightly under average size when erect.

[robinotaco]

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

[bonefries]

IIIIII want to hear the nsfw franco headcanons. pretty please w a big cherry on top and sprinkles and whip cream PLEASE

Here are my headcanons, under the cut. I dont have like a ton but here are my thoughts! : v : )/

( tw flashing image ) just in case

-I personally think his foreplay game is strong, probably the strongest thing he has. The reason I think this is because he knows he is about to ask whoever he is doing to do some weird shit with him. So like, he over performs and does really incredible warming up. It's a pride thing, or sometimes even just fueled out of pure spite. God forbid the person laugh too..

-i remember a document mentioning the girls at the gator hook lodge not wanting to engage despite the money franco was dishing out, because of something to do with his hygiene. This was too vague for me to understand what it was specifically referring to. I wanna think it wasn't anything to actually do with his genitals or like STDs of sorts. I think outside of trial carnage, he can clean up extremely nicely when he wants to. he lived a luxury lifestyle so i think when he wants to "wow" he absolutely will, especially if that means its going to get him laid that night. - his dick is out in the comic and it does look maybe a little under average, but genuinely im not sure. i think he's a clean average maybe erect who knows very basic list of things i think about him: -face sitting -oral is his favorite activity, this is the #1 -probably a dry humper/thigh rider -clothing on (getting his expensive suits messy because he's so desperately horny it's sad and pathetic, ykno, to aid the humiliation kink) -tit sucker ,tit fucker -probably claims he's a great masseuse -maybe a fancy lil drink before and smoking a cig after sex -gun play, probably (whatever this entails make your own lines but like.....LUPARA IS THERE SO!! THATS HIS BIG FANCY CAR. YKNOW.) -he is a biter, and he will leave marks (and his teeth marks will be so specific it'll be kind of cute in a way) -the little brat needs to be taught how to do proper after care because based off of how he talks about himself (and sex workers for that matter) i know he has no fucking aftercare etiquette at all so someone needs to beat that into him

thats all i got for now off the top of my head!!

[lilbluebastard]

I’ve already told Leland headcanons! Can I hear yours 👉👈

[love-minor-poltergeist]

A/N: I saw the positive reception that my Barbi hcs and I wanted to say, from the bottom of my heart, thank you kindly!! I always find myself feeling apprehensive on deviating from the fandoms I usually write for, so the fact that you all seemed to liked my Barbi content means a lot! (〃＾▽＾〃)

In the spirit of things, I decided to try my hand at baking a batch of hcs for our lovely, awful Police Sergeant Coyle! I will admit that his character was a little bit more difficult to write for since there's a lot uncomfortable themes and ideals related to his character. However! I welcome the challenge and hope that these turned out okay. Lemme know what y'all think!!

!Content Warning!: There's a passing mention of CSA/Childhood Sexual Abuse since the comics implied that it happened, and while it's only mentioned very briefly, it's better to play it safe

General Leland Coyle Headcanons:

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Ever since his father served in the military briefly in WWII, which subsequently left the older man an invalid– having lost a foot and permanently unable to walk normally– Leland was left to carry out most of the physical labor around him and his family’s cattle farm. Pa would still insist on bossin’ him around, though, and Leland usually had to be the one to help him walk the fields while dealing with the cattle. Of course, once he joined the local police force, most of those duties fell upon his ma. 

Granted, in his ever charming views, he always thought Ma did a crap job of the physical work, so he’d usually take over anyway. All the while he and Ma argued back and forth on the fields.

An average day, if he wasn’t off dealing with police duties, he’d watch the cattle and make sure they’ve eaten and prod any escapees back into the fields. He was none too gentle, either, and he’s earned his fair share of bruises and narrowly avoided a few nasty kicks. Leland’s even got a particularly nasty scar on his lower abdomen from getting gored by a rowdy heifer. It luckily wasn’t deep enough to get him sent to the hospital, but boy did his parents ridicule him for being dumb enough to let it happen in the first place. 

Cannot cook for the life of him. Pa drilled it into his head that cooking was a woman's job, so he never really bothered to learn. All of the housework was handled by his wives, and god forbid if they wanted a break from it… During the brief stints between each marriage, Leland’s survived off diner food, cigarettes, coffee, and the occasional frozen tv dinner. 

On the other hand, however, he’s completely fine with a man cooking if it’s to handle a grill. Hell, Pa was the one to teach him how to prepare meat after they’ve sent their cattle off to the slaughterhouse, and goddamn can he cook a mean steak. Now that he thinks about it, Leland sometimes wished he paid more attention on how to make fried chicken when his Ma tried to show him… 

The Coyle family were devout Christians and attended Sunday mass each week. Of course, Leland doesn’t practice the religion much as he grew older, but much of the values taught to him remained; most of them perverted to fit his ideals. 

Thanks to his chronic smoking habit, Leland’s appetite is close to nonexistent. He does it so much that the other officers of the Blackwell Police Department often joked about how Sergeant Coyle’s office may as well have been an oven with how much smoke emanated from his office. However, given how he’s the one to handle most of the paperwork until the asscrack of dawn, and with only a cigarette and numerous cups of coffee littering his desk to keep him going, no one really complained. 

Usually shaves his head during the summer time. Sure, he’s a vain man, but it’s become a habit after his time in the military. Not to mention that it usually helped him keep cool during the days where he toiled in the fields with the sun beating down on he and Ma. The habit followed him into the Sinyala facility, where staff usually had to shear him down since, though he’s a Prime Asset and thus has special privileges, he’s still not to be trusted with anything sharp. 

Has extensive firearm training. Pa first showed him how to handle a rifle whenever the farm had to deal with coyotes and stray dogs that harassed the livestock. On the offtime there wasn’t anything to shoot, young Leland was usually spotted by the fence posts in the outer perimeter of the farm, practicing his aim with a few cans and empty bottles. Which eventually graduated to shooting at any unlucky birds or cats that wandered too close to the property. He was also put in charge of putting down any sickly cattle, too, after Pa was left crippled.

His aim only got better thanks to his time in Okinawa. He’s got more experience in rifles and pistols, but he has a natural knack for machinery, and he’s a quick learner. Not to mention that he follows gun safety to a fuckin’ T…. Which only made him even more offended when he learned that some deformed, baby-talkin’ runt got a gun before he did in Sinyala. 

Usually has a sore back after trials. Sure, he can handle lugging around that pontiac car battery on his back for hours if he needed to, but goddamn is that thing heavy. First thing he does after a trial is stretch until he hears his back pop. 

Suffers from really nasty night terrors. Going back to his comic and how it briefly touched on how Leland’s exhibited signs of CSA, it’s highly possible that much of the abuse occurred behind closed doors and at night, where everyone else was asleep. He’s avoided sleep like the plague since then. Both as a means of trying to protect himself and not have to deal with constantly reliving the incident. He’s never talked to anyone about it, and refuses to do so. 

He’s also coped with it via hypersexualising himself and inflicting pain on others. It gives him a sense of control and a rush of power that was stripped away from him. Silently vowed to never let himself be that vulnerable again.

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[systemic-chaos]

Anyyyy hc of esterman/franco? I lovr ur hcs btw!!

I apologize for making you wait so long!! The hyperfixation train answers to no man. This turned out a little more NSFW than I expected, probably cuz of all the creative energy I've been using for my horror erotica novel, so it's going under the cut lmao

-Easterman would NOT be the top. He's a cringefail babygirl to me. Franco probably loves sticking Lupara down his throat. Makes Franco feel powerful/masculine.

-At the same time, I can also imagine Franco liking to call Easterman his daddy. Franco's romantic, sexual, and familial feelings are already so wrapped up into a tangled nightmare that Sigmund Freud would name three new complexes after him, so I think the idea of Franco giving Easterman the role of a father in his mind while still being dominant in the relationship isn't shocking at all

-Two words. Gun. Play. Hendrick 'If you take the gun away, you are castrating him, his father, and his grandfather all at once' Easterman definitely has ulterior motives for letting Franco keep his gun.

-Also, I feel like Easterman probably moans out Rudolf Wernicke's name during sex. Easterman has at least a one sided crush on Wernicke, if they don't also fuck on the side. Franco has threated to shoot him for doing this multiple times.

-Adding on to the previous point, Franco is both clingy and HORRIBLY jealous. Is Easterman spending time doing literally anything else, including his actual job? Franco is throwing a fit. Franco wants Easterman's total and undivided attention at all times and will cry, fight, or kill in order to get it.

-In turn, Franco get SPOILED by Easterman. Franco is HIS baby boy, why wouldn't he want him to get all the benefits he could give him? Easterman plays favorites, and Franco's weird and offputting charisma makes him an easy favorite for him.

-Franco gets very excited whenever he gets to spend time with Easterman. In his mind, Easterman is kind of the mob boss of Sinyala, similar to Franco's own father. But Easterman makes time for him, considered his feelings, and submits for him. He's the opposite of Franco's abusive father in nearly every way Franco could dream of!

-Franco can and will brag about his relationship to anyone who would listen. Leland isn't sure if he's jealous or disgusted. Mother Gooseberry is proud of him. Though I'm pretty sure that Dr. Futterman is homophobic.

That's all I got right now, thank you so much for the ask!! I love writing these things when I'm not in the throws of Mental Illness lol

[corpusdilecti]

HEADCANONNN 🔽

The pushers idea for a first date would be by taking you to a cheese cake factory

[letternotekisses]

Hewwoo i dont know if you do threesome nsfw headcanons but if you do, can i request Leland Coyle feeling generous and sharing his "prisoner" (aka the reader) with his trusted Big Grunt (the brown haired one)? 👉🏻👈🏻

size kink go brrr <3 nsfw under da cut

"Oh, you pretty little thing..." - Big Grunt, during a chase.

Coyle's a possessive man...but he's also a freak. The man likes watching you take a big cock, so what better to get his trusted big grunt involved? Leland does take control of the situation, mind. He splits you open first, staking his claim by having the grunt watch as you squirm on his cock. He's kind enough to let the brute fondle himself while he watches - but if he wants to share Coyle's pretty little prisoner, he's gonna have to fuckin' work for it.

Leland ensures you're ready for it - he won't have his favourite prisoner broken just yet. He watches on, cigarette hanging from the corner of his lips as the Grunt works his oversized fingers into your sweet little hole. He gives the Grunt a small zap with the baton every now and then - encouraging him to eat you out just a little bit faster. Big Grunt's cock hangs between his thighs, throbbing and pulsing with the need to stuff himself into your cute little cunt already but - ah ah, she ain't ready yet! And with a shock, he's back between your thighs with a newfound vigour.

Once he's happy with the soaking mess between your thighs, Coyle finally lets the Big Grunt align his fat cock up against your slit. By all means, the Grunt's sheer size and enthusiasm made up for any experience he may have lacked - as even Coyle slid his sunglasses down to get a better look at the way his cock filled you up - pushing you to your limits. But hey, Leland can't let his Grunt have all the fun, and he soon moves his hand up to grab your soft throat - sliding inside your warm mouth with one smooth movement of his hips.

Big Grunt's movements are jerky, hips stuttering sloppily against your backside as he buries himself impossibly deeper inside your tight hole - making you whine with uncertainty around Coyle's cock, sending vibrations up his shaft that make him grumble in pleasure. Leland cups your cheek, your mouth hollowing around the head of him as he stares down at you through his sunglasses - the burning cherry of his cigarette wafting smoke sensually through the air. His voice is a quiet growl because of course you can take them both, you wanna be rehabilitated, don'tcha?

The Big Grunt likes it when you writhe under him as he watches the point of where you both meet with delight, his fat cock plunging in and out of you. Places a huge, scarred hand on the small of your back when you clench around him especially tight, keeping you grounded and still with a deep chuckle, "Easy, now."

I'm also making it a point that Coyle hates to be shown up. If you moan and whine a little bit more when the Grunt delves inside of you, the bastard cop will make it a point to get you to scream louder. In the end it just results in you being thoroughly worn out, splayed over Leland's lap as he enjoys his post-sex cigarette with a hand planted firmly on your ass. The Grunt stumbles out of the room in a daze, cum streaking his thighs as he prays and hopes that Coyle will feel generous a bit more often.

"Why, you been rehabilitated." >>>

[wendigoruble]

!!Light hearted Franco Hcs!!

Because I keep hurting him in my fics! :D

I said in the previous hc post that he likes blowpops, and I still stand by that. His favorite flavor is strawberry because it's so sweet.

He's the guy that will just drink a glass of milk like its water. Sitting down to a meal? Milk. Just thirsty? Milk. Before bed? Warm milk.

He has a particular fondness for vanilla milk due to its sweetness and that it tastes like melted ice cream. However, it's really hard to find and buy, and he's too much of a weenie to just add vanilla to his milk.

Due to his aversion to bitter tasting things, he's generally a really picky eater. You will not find him eating a lot of greens because of this (unless their taste is completely covered).

He really enjoys heavy meals that leave him feeling tired and full after (even if he doesn't always clean his plate). He needs a little nap to digest.

Boy likes steak, stews, and pasta since they're generally savory and overly rich in flavor. Very, very indulgent.

While he's done a great many drugs, he particularly enjoys the white powder (although he's cut down on his usage). It turns him into a swearing motor mouth that won't shut up.

He only orders his steak rare because that's what everyone else does. He personally likes his medium-well to well done because he "doesn't like raw meat."

He chews with his mouth open. Eugh

Oftentimes, he passes out after doing some. Don't ask what happens when he wakes back up.

He tried weed once, and all it did was make him fall asleep. He calls it "a fools drug."

Sometimes, he does go into little fits of teething. This is just his oral fixation kicking up for a while, but he will chew on random things, including his own fingers.

He loves taking really, really long baths. He sets them up all nice with scent added to the water, flower petals, dim lights, candles if he has any, and a glass of....Milk.

He's a hand holder despite the front he puts up. He just wants to hold hands and be led/lead someone around.

Baby loves to cuddle, but that's given canon. He always needs to be the little spoon no matter what. He will not be a big spoon unless he's hugging a teddy or pillow.

He buys his suits custom made from Gluskin (but this leads into a whole other AU).