#the outlast trials

[strawberrybunnystuff]

𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦...𝘯𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴🤭

i like that he gets knocked over

[summerlyewe]

some sketches and work in progress😔😔

[doubleaabat]

My sick and sweet valentine

[vekan-redgrave]

uhm, I'd like to find some new friends with whom I can play some(or not some) outlast, talk in discord, draw or just fool around, so write to me pls odjdleshks

(I'm so alonee)

and another meme for you my dudes

[southernspooks]

for my lovely moot: @saccharineheartx

[saccharineheartx]

my part of the art trade with @southernspooks got a littlllleeeeeeeee more nsfw then initially planned, tee hee

if you wanna see the full, dm me! ofc, be 18+ please

[makeucrawl]

Easterman roughly fucking Clyde while making him write a report and mocking him for making mistakes~

Easterman: My my, is that a spelling error there Clyde? I wouldn't expect them from you... somebody is a hypocrite, aren't they?~

Clyde: trying not to die on the spot from shame and his ass getting pounded to oblivion

૮˶• �� •˶ა Love you pookie~

./づ💌 ૮ \

“Unprofessional”

Clyde/Easterman

!!!WARNING!!!NSFW!!!

Sweat dripped down onto the paper that Clyde was doing his damndest to work on, but it was impossible with Dr.Easterman up his ass.

Quite literally.

The doctor had him bent over a desk and was fucking him rather hard, making the desk rattle under them. He couldn't remember how things had turned out this way. There was a vague memory of Easterman saying something about Perry's inability to work under pressure, and he wanted to prove the doctor wrong.

But how did they end up like this?!

Clyde couldn't think anymore. Again he tries to concentrate on writing, but he feels his most sensitive, deepest spot being targeted, and he lets out a highly unprofessional sound. Perry slaps his hand over his mouth, wishing he could take back the absolutely humiliating noise.

Easterman's abruptly grabs the paper from him, and he tries to reclaim it, but another hard strike to his prostate has him folding up on the desk's top.

"My my, is this a spelling error, Clyde? Hmm…Your writing is also extremely disorganized. Very unprofessional work."

The doctor tuts while still thrusting fiercely into the man beneath him. The pace was too rough. Too brutal. Clyde wasn’t sure he could take much more.

“P-please…please s-ssslow down..!!”

Another pathetic moan burst out when Hendrick rolled his hips, rubbing his cock all over Clyde’s insides as if trying to claim every inch. Even worse, he couldn't stop embarrassed tears from stinging his eyes, tracing trails down his cheeks, and his heaving breaths were starting to sound dangerously close to sobs. Now that he didn’t have to keep writing he covers his mouth with both of his sweating hands.

Easterman yanked him back, pressing his balls flush into Clyde's ass. From this posture, his cock pressed hard and insistently into the man's sweet spot. Perry whined and whimpered into his hands, but it only seemed to muffle the disgraceful sounds.

"How are you feeling, Clyde?" Easterman leaned over him again, his breath brushing Perry’s ear. His cock slid away from the other man’s sweet spot, causing Clyde to squirm harder in an attempt to pull it deeper in.

"How are you feeling?" Hendrick said again, firmer. "Tell me."

"I - I - I hate you, you b-bastard, making me talk about something so humiliating as if-…I…I f-feel, I feel so fucking good...."

As if to reward him, the doctor’s weight eased off his back, and his cock pushed in deeper. As it spread him wide open, Clyde writhed helplessly.

"I thought you wanted to be thorough with your work…Tell me what feels good.”

"Nh - " The smaller man babbled, barely able to think through the pleasure drowning his entire body. "Your.. cock...feels good...."

"And where does it feel good?"

His next thrust came harder and faster, barely letting Clyde gather enough breath to scream, let alone answer. Even so, he had to.

"In - in - in my ass," he sobbed, shuddering all over. But even while caught in the throes of his shame, his body never stopped moving, hips swinging madly and insides clenching and unclenching around the doctor’s lengthy cock.

"There we go, Mr.Perry. That wasn't so hard, was it? So tell me again. How do you feel?"

“Ah, I - Your cock...feels so good...inside my ass!" he gasped and panted between thrusts.

Just as he said it, the pressure grinding into his sweet spot eased up. Clyde glanced back, only for all the breath to flee his lungs when Easterman slammed back inside. This time he felt the doctor’s cock swell, pushing his insides so wide they ached, and alarm seared down his spine.

"W-wait, Hendrick- "

“Good boy, Clyde," Easterman murmured, his hands sliding down from Clyde’s hips to close around his waist. This position forced him to raise his ass higher, changing the angle so Hendrick’s cock pressed all the more insistently against his prostate.

His spine snapped taut, and for the first time Clyde became aware of his cock bouncing between his legs, so hard it almost hurt. With each thrust, the tip bumped against the desk, smearing precum onto the underside.

The doctor's thrusts suddenly became sloppy, and Perry knew what was about to happen. "D-Don't you dare! Pull out! Don’t y-you do it, you sonofabi-“ He felt a strong electric jolt run up his spine as felt waves of hot cum flooding his insides.

Thanks to Easterman’s unrelenting grip, he stood no chance of escaping. All he could do was cling to the desk for dear life as Hendrick emptied himself inside. The heat, the fullness, in his stomach was unbearable; he felt only seconds away from exploding.

It did not help when Easterman started thrusting his soft cock to ride out his orgasm, splashing through his own cum. Each movement made Clyde’s cock twitch and jump, and he could feel his muscles tightening, his insides spasming, as his entire body hurtled toward the inevitable.

Then he felt Easterman's long fingers envelop his cock and began to stroke him very gently in compared to his previous movements. Clyde hung his head, ashamed, as he felt himself twitching in the warm cage of the other man's palm, cumming all over the papers on the desk.

Easterman’s cock slid out of his hole with a soft squelching sound. Some cum spilled out as well, making Clyde’s face burn from shame. But that also sent a dizzying wave of relief rushing through him. Weak-kneed, he sagged against the desk.

Perry shivers and turns his face away as Easterman leans down and whispers into his ear, "I don't think we need to have any more discussions about who is unprofessional."

Feeling humiliated and a little defeated, Clyde could only nod his head slightly, his jaw clenched as he felt the doctor’s cum sliding down his thigh.

[misa-bun]

Red Barrels what have you done to him—? lol He’s been so stupid lately— (among other things, he’s changed quite a bit during gameplay since the beginning of fall and that makes me sad)

Where are you going—?

[falltheodd]

New drawings of my prime asset oc :)

Bonus

[marcosfeathers]

More Outlast Trials OC time 😈

TEMPLATE: MURKOFF — a google doc roleplay muse template.

Link: REAGENT

Link: PRIME ASSET

Free to use, just don’t remove the credit.

To use: click “file” > “make a copy” !

The Murkoff templates are based on the Outlast Trials patient files depicted in the comics. Patient number on the front page and top of 2nd page, as well as the ‘Average grade’ can all be edited by double clicking to open up drawings. The image can be edited the same way, double click, and then drag the top image aside, ‘replace image’ and insert your new picture. Return top image to the centre.

Please like or reblog if you use this!! Support me on Ko-Fi if you’d like!

[ficushuman]

"What are you gonna do? Call the police?"

[summerlyewe]

I'm so normal about them.

[doubleaabat]

Teach the police officer

[grimeonadime]

More silly scribbles, except this time it’s just Coyle and Franco hating each other

[vekan-redgrave]

pov: you're Coyle

[southernspooks]

*whispers*

i dont know why i drew this