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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." >>>
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Could I request headcanons of Franco Barbi with a gn shy reader who is a new reagent and it's their first trial? :) thank u sm!
of course! and thank you so much for being my first request :D!
Franco Barbi with a Shy Reader During their First Trial
headcanons below the cut!
- Getting Franco as your first prime asset is an... experience, to say the least.
- Franco had a preference for newbies, their fear was enticing to him. He saw a new reagent like a new toy- a new piece of meat for him to gum away at. They posed no threat to him, so he could play with them all he liked.
- When you stumbled into his trial, he knew he'd hit the jackpot. He could tell you were especially frightened by him, and that was just how he liked it.
- Franco would put great care into teasing you. He wasn't worried about you completing the trial easily, so he toyed with you a-lot more than he would with an experienced reagent. He would tail you, shooting his lupara at your heels to make you "dance", or hide just around the corner to jump out at you when you walked by.
- He noticed how your face burned at the lewd comments he'd throw at you, and he loved it. He'd deem you "pretty" and "juicy", saying how he was gonna "lap you up like a dog" and how he wanted to "crawl inside of you". Seeing you get flustered just spurred him further.
- Franco didn't like sharing his toys, so he would be oddly possessive of you. Hed warn the others in the trial to "keep their filthy mitts" off of you, and if someone else happened to get too close, he'd chew them out like they owed him money. Even if it put him at a disadvantage, you were his to play with.
- In the end, if you managed to complete the trial, Franco would be livid. How could you walk all over him like that? A sweet boy like him? He just couldn't fathom it. He would throw a major tantrum at the exit gates, swearing he went easy on you. "You fuckin' snake! I'll get you next time!" he'd scream and cry, firing his lupara in the air.
- Though, if he caught you, he would take great pleasure in executing you.
"Youre a real pretty one.. can't wait to tear you apart."
#the outlast trials#the outlast trials x reader#franco barbie#franco barbi#il bambino#franco barbi x reader#il bambino x reader#x reader#request
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We finally met!
The drawing is finally here!!! Oh I couldn't not draw one of outlast trials outfits (of course on me lol)!!! Those designs are just crazy! You're free to consider the poor girl Y/N
I got wayy to far with this one! It was supposed to be a simple sketch😩😩😩 But I like the designs too much
#artists on tumblr#art#outlast trials fanart#outlast trials#outlast fanart#outlast#mother gooseberry#doctor futterman#mother gooseberry fanart#mother gooseberry x reader#mother gooseberry x y/n#outlast oc#phyllis futterman#reagents#ocs#oc#outlast oc alice
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The way he sits on your lap is so cute I can’t
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Leland has cuteness aggression every time he sees reader doing something adorable (what he deems adorable or the universal adorable that all dominant partners sees their submissive partners are doing) and gently shakes the bundle as he screams for her to stop and that he's pretty sure the law states it's illegal to be adorable and reader is casually giggling as if it's normal.
Leland Coyle With Cuteness Aggression For Reader
Ahh! He just wanted to crush you!!!
Every little silly, cute thing you did, Coyle lapped that shit up. The way you scampered around the police station? Adorable. The way your ESOP and goggles bounced around while you ran away? So cute!
Coyle was a rough man. He wanted to be gentle, but it was very hard. He grabbed your shoulders hard and shook you violently.
“It oughta be illegal for a fella to be so cute!”
Aww, he just wanted to squeeze your cute little tushy! And smack it! And hold onto it forever! He gave you little playful shocks here and there with his baton. The cop grinned with delight when you would squeal or cry out.
“Leland, stop it!”
You ran away as Coyle howled with laughter, teasing and chasing you. He gave you little zaps with the tip of the prod, eyes lighting up with joy behind his shades when you yelped.
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Franco Barbi - Fluff Alphabet
Summary : Everything is fluffy under the cut ;)
info : I wanted to do a fluff alphabet after a long time and now i have it finally finished have a good fluff reading plus OMG the gif is so cute
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A = Adoration (How does he adore you?)
°Franco loves you with all his little crippled heart, no matter how long it takes for him to see you again. Whether it's between the trials before or after, he always has a little gift for you, which is usually dried flowers, a necklace made of teeth or a special drink that he wants to enjoy with you. ═══════════════════════
B = Best friends (How would he be best friends? How would the friendship start?)
°This strange friendship would start before his time in the Trias, when he was still running around free outside. After he had run away from his father and the wounds still had to heal, he had met you at a tavern when he saw that you drank the same thing he liked and that's how you got to talking.
°As your best friend, he would, in addition to his usual brief emotional outburst, be the one who always had to crack a few jokes before using his ‘charm’ with his gun to get money and make your day together more pleasant. ══════════════════════
C = Cuddling (does he like cuddling?, how does he cuddle?)
°Franco loves cuddling, whether it's before bed, during bed, or when he's happy. If he had a new personal record of sacrifice, he would hug you for the joy of it. To feel you close to him, to have someone with him was the greatest thing for him. To have someone who loved him and didn't push him away was something he cherished.
°When he snuggles, he likes to rest his head on your chest or lean against your neck, wanting to feel and hear your heartbeat. It calms him and, above all, it reassures him that you are still alive and that all this is not a new hallucination caused by the drugs they gave him.
°,,Your heart is reassuring, darling" ══════════════════════
D = Domestic (how would he settle down? How is he at cooking and cleaning?)
°He is like a loyal little dog. If you wanted to settle down with him in your cell, he would do that. If you use the large area of his trial together, he would also take that. He doesn't care where you are, as long as you are by his side.
°Even if he is not a fan of tidy rooms, your word and your trusting look are enough for him to tidy up and take care of cleaning. But cooking – he can make all kinds of drinks, from alcoholic to none at all – otherwise, unfortunately, he is useless when it comes to the stove. ══════════════════════
E = Ending (how would he break up with his partner if they had to?)
°It was an accident. He thought the shot wouldn't go off. He was sure that there were no more bullets inside, but there you were, bleeding and already gone, while tears flowed from his eyes, not wanting to stop. Throwing his gun away in anger, he would hold your lifeless body close and hold it until even the warmth that had once been yours had disappeared.
°,,No...I'm sorry darling...come on I'm good now...don't leave me please" ══════════════════════
F = Fiance(e) (how does he feel about consent? How soon would he want to get married?
°A marriage? Franco would have already got a few rings, of course, legally, organised a priest whom he would convince with a gun and his victims, doctors, nurses and other inmates would be willing to hold a wedding for him and you at any time. It would make him very happy if you would marry him immediately... but he would also understand if you needed time. As long as he was allowed to be with you, anything was fine with the gangster.
°,,My life is yours forever and ever" ══════════════════════
G = Gentle (how gentle is he mentally and physically?)
°Mentally, he is not that gentle. He has experienced a lot and sometimes still suffers from it. His whole being is not gentle. He is rough and disfigured. Yet he would try not to let you see this dark side and would show you his cheerful side. °Physically, he is just a little gnome, a deformity, and yet he knows that you won't laugh at him when he cuddles and kisses you. He thanked you for not showing him his ugly side and therefore always insisted on wearing his suits. ══════════════════════
H = Hugs (does he like hugs? How are his hugs?)
°He loves hugs, he just loves to feel you close to him, he would love to cuddle you all day long and would be perfectly happy. His hugs are stormy and firm, of course he would let go if you said something, but he just loves to feel your body against his and will always do so. ══════════════════════
I = I love you (how quickly would he say it?)
°The first time he saw you, running around in front of his big room and he saw you through the small double-faced windows, he was simply in love. Your look, your smile, the muffled voice through the walls, it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen and would ever see. He would have called after you and tried to make the one small message ring where the same thing was written.
°,,I love you no on is as beautiful as you my heart" ══════════════════════
J = Jealousy (how quickly is he jealous? What does he do when he is jealous)
°He was actually flirting with you all the time, or rather, his comments, praise and kisses not only showed his love but also to others that you were together. But if he even senses the slightest hint that someone wants something from you, he either shoots at it immediately or would strike. He didn't care who it was, the main thing was that the bastard left you alone.
° ,,I think you fucker hasn't understood that the sweet cherry belongs to me, right?" ══════════════════════
K = Kisses (how are his kisses? Where does he love to kiss you?)
°His kisses are endless. He always wants more kisses, even if it feels like he's already had hundreds. There could never be enough, and most of all he likes it when he could kiss you on your lips or on the back of your hand like a gentleman. However, he liked it most when you kissed his forehead just before going to bed, because then he felt protected and safe. ══════════════════════
L = Little ones (how is he with children?)
He is not the best and would be the awkward uncle who doesn't quite know what to do with children. Initially, he was enervated and thought children were stupid, but as he became aware of how interested the little ones were in his tooth collection, he would gradually try to improve and tell them stories of brave gangs. ══════════════════════
M = Morning (How does he spend his mornings?)
°Cuddling. There would be a lot of cuddling before he got tired and grumpy as he would slowly wake up. He would need his milk to wake up slowly, but he would also appreciate it if you told him something and he could just listen. It was truly enjoyable. ══════════════════════
N = Night (how are nights spent with you?)
°The nights when they are not spent cuddling and sleeping would be spent with shared toilsome nights when you would both sit at the table together making ammunition and maybe old music would be playing on the radio, almost like being in a bar. ══════════════════════
O = Open (how quickly would he open up)
°It would take him a long time to open up. Through his patient file, you would know about everything that had happened to him, but in a quiet moment when you would be together, drinking something or lying in his crib, he would gradually open up if you asked him where he had his lupara or the various scars or his childhood. Even if it hurt him, if you held him in your arms, it would definitely make him feel better. ══════════════════════
P = Patience (how quickly is he annoyed?)
°He is very, very, very quickly annoyed and his patience is very thin... if you are not with him, it would be like a short fuse that would go off at any moment if you weren't careful. If you were with him, though, he would be calm and collected. Unless you refused to play a board game with him even though he had learned to follow the rules and hadn't killed anyone yet, then he would be more than just annoyed. ══════════════════════
Q = Quizzes (how much would he know or remember about you?)
°Franco wouldn't know much at first. It was never something he thought about much, but the longer you were together, the more he realised how he enjoyed these little facts about you: what your favourite food was, what your favourite colour was or your favourite animal. From then on, he would always write down what you liked and could use it on future dates or in other ways to make you happy. ═══════════════════════
R = Remember (what is his favourite moment in your relationship?)
°He won't forget the moment when you actually saved him when he was being dragged away from the doctors and his weapon had been taken from him. The pain had reached another level and his pain from the hospital when you followed them, took their weapon and he saw you, covered in blood, when you freed him. ,,Are you okay? you asked and yet all the pain seemed to be gone when you helped him off the table and he just hugged you and didn't want to let go when he knew that you had his heart for more than forever.
°,,You're the best thing that ever happened to me, darling." ══════════════════════
S = Safety (how protective is he? How would he protect you?)
°Very protective, he would protect you from everything, at least as far as he could. He would not let the ten guards and staff get to you, but he would try and would keep trying until he was killed or you were safe. He would protect you with his whole body, regardless of whether he was killed in the process. He had experienced enough to ensure that this would not kill him. ═══════════════════════
T = Try (how much would he invest in dates, anniversaries, gifts etc?)
°He would try to make it as romantic as possible, whether it was a late-dried rose on a table with an almost burnt candle or an old dress with a few stains. Franco was a romantic and would also try to write a poem himself, which didn't always work, but it was sweet.
°,,Well, what I actually want to say...I fucking love you" ══════════════════════
U = Ugly (what would be a bad habit of him?)
°He would be protective if doctors came to pick you up for another vaccination, operation or before a trail, he would not leave your side and would also use his lupara if necessary to protect you from uninvited guests. You should not be harmed and you belong to him.
°,,Mine! She stays with me! And anyone who tries to have her will be cut open from head to toe, understood?!" ═══════════════════════
V = Vanity (how much does he care about your appearance?)
°You could walk around naked and covered in blood and it would be the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He didn't care if you were covered in dirt or blood, he loved everything about you, from the normal prisoner's uniform to the old clothes he tried to find for you.
°,,Angel, darling, mother, you are my muse" ═══════════════════════
W = Whole (would he feel incomplete without you?)
°Yes, you were more than all the others, more than his father, more than his mother and more than anything he ever had. When you're with him, he's happy and cheerful, pain-free and just glad... but if you were gone because you died or were in surgery, he would hardly be able to stand it, would be nervous, aggressive and would try to find you because he just misses something.
°,,Come back...come on sweetie come back to me" ═══════════════════════
X = Xtra (a random headcanon for him)
°He is a friend of ice cream and board games in summer when it is too hot to be in the house, he always looks forward to the portion of ice cream you got to keep from overheating. Plus, if you had a tub of ice cream with colourful sprinkles, he liked to play a good old game and even though he sometimes had a tantrum when he lost again and the dice flew through the air, he appreciated you for always being able to calm him down. ══════════════════════
Y = Yuck (what is something he wouldn't like about his partner?)
°He loves you more than anything. You are the greatest thing he has. The only thing he wouldn't like is that sometimes he doesn't know if he can give you his gun. His Lupara is more than just a memory for him and he would be a little worried that if you waved the gun around like that it might break.
°,,I-I am willing to show you how it works, I promise" ══════════════════════
Z = Zzz (what is a sleeping habit of him?)
°Franco is a light sleeper and also a deep sleeper when you are with him, lying next to him, and he can wrap his arms around you or you can hold him like a teddy bear, you can't wake him up, neither the shrill noises of the big building nor any snoring. However, he is a light sleeper when you are not with him and the slightest thing makes him reach for his gun immediately and call out to you because he wants to know that you are okay and only when he is sure can he go back to sleep.
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Y/n, putting on her coat: Franco, I need five hundred dollars, I'm going shopping.
Franco, wagging his finger: Ah, ah, ah, sugar tits. I ain't given you nothin' until you say the magic words.
Y/n, annoyed and rolls her eyes: *wraps her hand around Franco's neck* Give Mommy her money now.
Franco, chuckling in her grasp: Yes, mommy dearest~ *pulls out a stack of cash*
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I AM SO FUCKING BACK
Leland Coyle x F! reader.
W! Nsfw, dubcon, swearing, insertion.
WOOOOOO ENJOY I HAVEN’T WRITTEN FANFIC IN LIKE FOREVERS .
If this is liked ill do more!!! It has build up but i love it!!!!!
Every trial you managed to give Coyle the slip, whether you slipped by him, barricaded a door or just teased him from a distance. You were always one step ahead of the officer and each and every time he would bite his smoke in half while he watched the transporter take you away , the only sound of your snickers bouncing off the cold walls. But this trial would be different, he told himself . He would catch you. And he would do whatever he wanted.
The next few trials he was nowhere to be seen, the other nuts would be out and about while he hung back to watch you and your tactics, every move, every hiding spot, every little room you snuck off to just to get a quick heal fix. How would he catch you though? Should he do it outright? The man puffed out heavy smoke from his mouth watching you scramble around, you looked like you were in a bitchy mood. Rolling your eyes each time you got cornered and it was not him. Groaning when you could not sneak away to finish a task on your own. Poor thing. He let this go on for a bit, watching your friends distance themselves from you as the trials went on until they just went off on their own once they arrived leaving you all alone. This was perfect, a perfect opportunity.
The doors opened letting you and your friends into the dark parking lot riddled with cop cars, immediately they went off without you leaving you with a huffy face and hands on your hips. “Whatever, i don't need any of you to do this” you yelled off to them just for it to fall on deaf ears. Instead you stomped around the parking lot hearing the alarm go off inside the building only you did not bother to see who it was, Coyle was nowhere to be found lately so you had no one to toy with. “Probably dead, damn bastard” you said with a grunt under your breath as you wiggled into an open cop car door to pluck free some small medicine that was under the seat. “Everytime” you said with a satisfied tone. Tucking away the bottle you went on with your trial ducking from screams, gunshots and whatever else seemed to happen. Just when you had gotten inside the door you always went through to get to the main office was shut oddly enough. “Did they not come through here?” you asked tilting your head as you grabbed the knob to whip the door open only to get stabbed in the chest and fall on your ass. “ fuck!! FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!” With great haste you yanked the object out, dropping it to cover the bleeding hole in your chest and crawling under a desk panting heavily as you fumbled around the medicine, unscrewing the knob and hanging it over the wound just for nothing to come out. “What… its ITS EMPTY?!” you tossed the bottle away in a fit of rage swearing up a storm. “What the fuck?! How the shit is it empty, who just leaves an empty fuckign bottle ?! and who knew my stash was there…..” it made no sense, but you had more, more heals, antidotes, everything you needed in other places in this fuckin trial…
Meanwhile Coyle was lifting his baton to light his cigarette while he watched you from inside an old room, a smirk crawled up his face as he puffed out smoke. “Working so far” he thought to himself. Ignoring the bleeding wound you stumbled into the main office finding bandages placed.. Conveniently on a desk . Without thinking about it you quickly patched yourself up feeling great relief. It was… oddly quiet. Where was everyone? Your friends could not complete the Kill the Snitch trial without you. And where were the nuts? Is this some kind of new test? Whatever. “I just need to find them so we can finish and leave.” you told yourself as you made your way around the trial only to come up empty. Every hiding spot had junk shoved into it making it impossible to squeeze in. every little stash had empty bottles and even your secret room was flipped upside down. And… where was the Snitch? Your friends? You checked the electrifying room to find the chair empty and your friend's terminals already full. “What? But they can't do it without me…” something was not right… you decided to poke at the terminal as if it would help but no luck. Even pressing the button was left unnoticed. They had already left. “What the fuck? So i just have to stay here till a new trial starts?”
“It seems that way” said a voice behind you. Quickly you turned around to some Bambino standing there pointing his shotgun at you. “I'm here to deliver you to your DATE” he laughed wildly. While he was doing so you rushed off into the trial once more, trying to find any kind of hiding spot. Heavy footsteps were growing louder and shotgun shots were bouncing off the walls. Sliding down a corner you spotted an open door rushing in slamming it shut and barricading it with a heavy inhale of breath. “Fucker… maybe i can hide out in here.” you told yourself , unaware of the small burning light behind you that got brighter with each breath the mouth around it took. You stepped back a few steps tripping over some garbage onto your ass and felt your wrists get grabbed and tied together behind your back. “HEY!!! whatTHE !!!!” a cloth was tied around your mouth and your body was shoved to the center of the room till your back hit a flipped over chair. Your ankles pulled apart and tied to a leg of the chair leaving you very exposed to whatever had caught you , you thrashed about which led to an arm wrapping around you pulling you to the chair to tie your chest to it keeping you in place. And here you were, hands tied up, legs tied apart and chest tied to a god damn chair..
Heavy footsteps filled your ears making your heart thump in your throat , you were starting to sweat out of fear and your eyes were straining to see who had caught you in this dimly lit room. The figure stopped in front of you sliding on his heels with a cattle prod in one hand and his other on his belt. Your heart fell all the way to your ass as Coyle leaned down with the biggest grin on his face , he took in the fear on your face making him feel so nice inside . “well sweetness, whos got who now?” he asked with sarcasm on his tongue, he laughed up at the ceiling while you thrashed about as if it would free you .
“Ya know you been pissin me off,” he told you as he twirled his electric prod around. “Always making my day so fuckin hard and annoyin sweetness. “ his free hand found your breast sitting firmly above the rope , slowly he rubbed it watching you through his shades , every struggle, every bite down on the cloth, every bit of drool that fell from your mouth turned him on. “I was getting tired of it.” he got a firm grip on the shirt around your chest ripping it off you , the excess hanging off the rope exposing your chest to the cool air. “So cute, so I devised a plan, I know, crazy right? “ Slowly his hand traveled down to your raggy pants, he grabbed hold of the garment, ripping it to shreds with ease, leaving you with just your panties. “Always so snarky, bitchy and just flat out annoying” the hand with his cattle prod curled your clit in small circles and your body twitched. No no no… “mmhgg!! “ you tried to plead, beg, anything. You would never do it again… never ever ever… “haha!! Whats that?!” he held his free hand up to his ear to mock you. “Cant hear ya!!!” the circles turned into up and down rubs from the cattle prod as Coyle had his fun with you, he loved this to bits. You on the other hand, your body was reacting against you and a wet spot was forming from all the stimulation, your body was feeling heavy and your vision was fogging over. Coyle used his other hand to squeeze a nipple and twist it around, lifting it up getting a loud muffled scream out of you and what sounded like pleading for him to let go, when he did your body fell limp in your restraints but you were not allowed rest because he just did the same thing to the other poor nipple. All while Coyle tortured you you could feel yourself getting close to climax.. This stupid fucking body. Coyle had glanced down seeing your pussy twitch around and the wet spot leaking from the sides. The officer looked back up at you resting his free hand on his cheek freeing your nipple from its squeezing. Just when you thought you were about to climax the man smiled and moved his prod away sending you into a frenzy as your orgasm faded away. “ MFFFF” you thrashed around biting the cloth hard trying to get any kind of friction, any kind of stimulation … you just wanted to cum. Just once. Just one time and you would learn your lesson… Coyle did not tease your clit again till you had fully calmed down just to do it all again .Every climax you chased disappeared like it was never there. You were a mess, a sweaty huffing mess. The white panties were covered in your juices by now and left a spot on the floor under you. “Ya know sweetness this all could have been avoided … if you were such a bitch…” he tried to sound sympathetic but his body language said otherwise. Every time he moved the prod away he would smirk at you, or tilt his head or blow smoke in your face. The hours were lingering… your body was needy and tired… you were a sweaty mess.. And just when you were about to pass out an alarm went off waking you back up. Coyle threw his head back with a satisfied groan. “Finally a new trial, i'm feelin frisky though. “ the man looked back down at you brushing the wet hair from your forehead” do me a favor sweetness?” the man ripped your panties off and shoved the prod up your pussy just enough so it would not fall out but not enough to cause any damage to you. “Keep this warm for me, im goin scarin!” he laughed getting up leaving you tied up with an electric prod shamefully shoved up your needy pussy. Coyle opened the door and looked back, tipping his hat to you. “Dont worry, your my little toy, i wont let anyone in here” the door closed leaving you in the dark, the sound of the lock echoing in your head.
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Hello, can I request any Leland Coyle headcannons 💕 I think there is a severe lack of content for this man
Leland Coyle x Reader Headcanons
In Leland’s insane eyes, you were a criminal. He just loved criminals, and he was gonna love you hard enough to do the kinda damage the body didn’t recover from
When you first met on trial, he told you if you licked his boot, he just might’ve let you up. To his surprise, you actually did… and boy, did he fall in love?
You were no longer a reagent, but one of Leland’s prisoners. When one of your old friends tried to break you out, they were met with an electric baton right to the face
“This is my little piece of heaven.” Leland snarled to the reagent crying before him. “My rules!” He pointed back at you
Coyle was dangerously possessive over you. Other prisoners were killed on sight for just looking at you funny. He had married three times before, but he knew that youse was the one!
Very, very rough with you. Leland loved to manhandle you, in many ways than just one. But if you tried hard enough, you could break through that tough exterior and find a damaged man underneath. It was rare, but sometimes he may of broken down and become putty in your hands
If Coyle genuinely cared for you, he could be quite clingy and follow you around the police station. He sometimes liked to just watch you, observe you do your own little thing all cute and stuff
Leland’s nicknames for you included: sweetness, boy/girl, pinky, honey, songbird, etc.
When kissing you, he liked to hoist you up onto his desk and get in between your thighs. His beard scraped horrendously against your cheeks as he kissed you hard, holding onto you tight. There was no way you could wiggle away
Coyle loved to give you a little jolt of electricity here and there. Not enough to cause any real damage. Just enough to make you squeal or cry out. Your cute little noises drove him wild
#outlast#outlast x reader#the outlast trials#outlast trials#sergeant leland coyle#sergeant coyle#officer leland coyle#officer coyle#leland coyle#leland coyle x reader#rab.reads
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Could you write how Dr.Easterman would treat us personally after making certain scores?
((nsfw pls 🙏🙏))
Dr.Easterman personally rewards Reader based on grade
!!WARNING NSFW!!
!!WARNING NSFW!!
F Grade:
Did you honestly think he’d put his hands near anywhere near such a failure? For all he cares, you can spend the night lifelessly masturbating with tears in your eyes.
D-C Grade:
Though he’s gifted you with his presence, don't assume he's happy with you. You will remain on your hands and knees in his presence since, at this grade, you really aren't any better than an animal. He presses his foot against the pitiful state that he has noticed between your legs. You press up against his shoe, begging for more. "You have earned nothing, you have learned nothing." He looks on indifferently as you rub yourself against his shoe. Believing you need a target to strive for, he tells you he'll use his hands if you obtain a better grade. He’ll even let you finish next time.
B Grade:
He did promise to use his hands, but they’re gloved and you’re restrained. With one hand he keeps a firm grip on your jaw forcing you to keep eye contact with him. His other hand works restlessly between your legs. He sighs as your cries get louder. "I feel like I’m looking at Michelangelo still trapped in its block of marble." You shake your head pleadingly as he abruptly pulls his hand away from you. "You have to help me shape you. You have to want it.” You want it. Tears pouring from your eyes you promise you’ll do better. You repeatedly swear to him that you will. You nearly scream out with joy when he pushes his fingers into you. "This shame means nothing. I want you to let it go.” And you do.
A Grade:
No repulsive glances. No gloves. No restraints. He pulls you onto his lap and gives you all the attention you are due. "I know a teacher shouldn’t love a student," his voice dripping with affection and venom. "But I can’t help myself. You're wonderful.” He presses his lips to your forehead, cheek, jaw, and finally your lips. He only stops kissing when he feels his prized student tugging at his belt. You were very eager to receive your prize. "Let daddy fill you up." With the feeling of your reward pulsing inside you, you can't stop telling him how appreciative you are.
Filled full and warm with his love, you stumble back to the sleep room. You decided you were going to be a straight A student from now on.
#enjoy ♥️#the outlast trials#dr easterman#dr easterman x reagent#dr easterman x reader#hendrick joliet easterman
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my masterlist! 📌 about me
OVERWATCH
MAUGA
CASSIDY
HANZO
REAPER
DOOMFIST
LUCIO
RAMATTRA
ROADHOG
REINHARDT
GENJI
JUNKRAT
BAPTISTE
LIFEWEAVER
SIGMA
JUNKER QUEEN
MOIRA
ASHE
HAZARD
SOMBRA
OUTLAST / WHISTLEBLOWER / TRIALS
FRANCO BARBI
LELAND COYLE
MOTHER GOOSEBERRY
BIG GRUNT
SLASHERS / DEAD BY DAYLIGHT
THE TRAPPER
CALL OF DUTY
GHOST
GAZ
SOAP
#mauga x reader#cole cassidy x reader#ghost x reader#hanzo shimada x reader#reaper x reader#overwatch x reader#reinhardt x reader#reinhardt wilhelm x reader#leland coyle#the outlast trials#outlast#the outlast trials x reader#eddie gluskin x reader#eddie gluskin#overwatch#smut#drabble#call of duty#call of duty x reader#john price#soap x reader#konig x reader#fluff#masterlist#slashers#slasher x reader#franco barbi x reader#richard trager x reader#leland coyle x reader#chris walker x reader
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sorry for sending a double ask :( i had more ideas for my franco x reader - reagent reader has an odd infatuation with Franco, but they’re not sure why, it’s an itch in the back of their brain and they swear they recognize him from somewhere, maybe reagent reader is from NY too? Easterman always tells us to “forgot any familiar faces” that we see in the sleep room, saying that “they’re a new person now.” I think this has been engraved into our reagent and now our reagent has a blurred line between familiar faces and new faces- hence why they linger around Franco so much because they’re torn between what they’re being conditioned to forget, and their very real memories.
this is so neat! thank you for requesting :D! i deleted your first ask on accident, so if this isnt quite what you wanted please let me know!
Franco Barbi with an Infatuated Reader
Ever since your first trial together, you hadn't been the same. He had pulled you in like a moth to the flame, and dug his way in to your head, Planting a question which echoed in your brain like a mantra. "Where have I seen him before?"
"Him" referring to the newest prime asset, Franco Barbi. Not any less deranged than the other prime assets- but there was something different about him. Perhaps this was a side effect of the treatment, or something Murkhoff had planted in you when you first arrived, but it had been haunting you for weeks. You had met him before... you could swear it. By design, therapy had left your memories a jumbled mess. Any remnants of your past came to you in short spurts, and you weren't even sure those where real, but Franco... he was so vivid. Something so simple quickly became an obsession for you, and Franco took notice. You where following him around like a dog- weren't you supposed to be running from him? He didn't get it. At first, Franco assumed you had it out for him. He thought you where destroying his product for fun. You'd volunteered for his trials so often, he thought you where just making fun of him. He'd notice how you liked to stare at him, and it'd drive him mad. "The fuck are you lookin' at with that smart fuckin' mug! Do you think you're better than me?" he'd cry, making quick work of you with his lupara. However, Franco wasn't too dumb. Eventually he'd become suspicious. You didn't even try to complete the trial anymore, you just followed him around. To him, this could only mean one thing- You had the hots for him. He wasn't shocked, but it only made him want to toy with you more. He was convinced that you where totally obsessed with him (which wasn't too far from the truth). You'd give anything just to talk with the guy, Surely he'd have the answer for you, but that task was about as difficult as it sounds. Any attempt to question him was met with anger, filth, or the barrel of his lupara. He wasn't taking you seriously. The most you'd gotten out of him was info about his father, but that was only when he was trying to intimidate you. Your obsession would prove to be your demise. Your grades in trials suffered, and the doctors where growing more concerned of your progress, but you didn't really care. Nothing was more important to you than figuring out that whiny manchild. Where have you seen him before?
#the outlast trials x reader#the outlast trials#x reader#franco barbi x reader#franco barbi#request#outlast#outlast x reader#franco barbie#il bambino#il bambino x reader
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Mother Gooseberry's face covered in lipstick kisses jdhckdhJDBXKDJ IM SORRY SHE'S OCCUPYING EVERY NOOK AND CRANNY OF MY BRAIN
Oh look at the happy mama!
Sorry for such a late reply, but better late than never! Btw requests are open! I want to draw Franco too!
#mother gooseberry x y/n#mother gooseberry fanart#mother gooseberry x reader#mother gooseberry#outlast fanart#outlast#outlast trials fanart#outlast trials#franco barbi
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I need to indulge Barbi’s mommy kink so bad sorry 😔
Warning: NSFW
Franco Barbi Mommy Kink Headcanons🫣
Franco begged you to step on him. Didn’t matter your gender or if you could walk in them, stomp on him in stilettos. He will nuzzle and hug your ankles, crying to you how you were his beloved mommy. Messed up guy.
Franco never called you your name. It was only mommy. You had always been mommy. Though it was very sexual, filthy and messed up for him, he also adored you. He was so in love with you. You were just everything. This little guy was absolutely obsessed with you, clinging to you like a kid.
Franco literally humped your leg like a fuck-eyed dog. Call him a good boy and he’ll melt into a puddle under your feet. When fucking you, all that would come out of his mouth was whining, begging and, ‘mommy’!
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Baby's special drink
Franco Barbi x mother!reader
warning : outlast trial moderate level of characters/themes etc, comfort, mommy issues, breastfeeding, dom/sub undertones, no use of y/n, kissing, Franco worships his women
Summary : The latest show was about to begin, a great new game for the big boy but before that could happen and he could hold his Lupara in his hands again, her sweet little disobedient Franco needed his special drink that only his mommy could make fresh...of course with the help of Franco himself.
info : Yeah what can i say fucked up things and little psychopaths are just cute, have fun to the fans out there with this piece and see you next time :)
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Shrill sounds, flashing lights and gas in different dark colors always heralded her entry into his world, from which she had to be painstakingly removed each time.
The pain of her body secondary to what she meant to him, the still important object for the ex-pop and therefore she could not be thrown away and she knew that for the observation of his "children" dear Doctor Easterman would do anything even if it meant pumping several women full of hormones and other proteins to get exactly the kind of woman his failed experiment craves.
Opening her eyes again, slightly dazed, she smelled the odor of this place, stale liquids, blood and metal that seemed as rotten as everything else in the place, but it hardly bothered her anymore, on the contrary, once she was in his world she felt safer, safer than with the others because he truly loved her and cared.
Making her way further in from the entrance, she knew that the games would soon begin again, the entertainment for her sweet little boy who should get some pleasure rather than always being glued to her skirt.
Her lilac high heels were slightly stained with dirt and blood but it seemed inevitable here in this place, ,,Oh my sweet Franco mother is back!" she cried as she made her way to his room knocking on the door she heard a rustle and a jolt before she stepped into the room and once again found a small mess.
Scattered milk bottles, body parts some human some dolls, ammunition strewn across the floor and lying on the bullet of her replacement, ,,What took you so long? I was all alone and I hate it when they take you away from me," he grumbled and he turned away from her to hear the sucking noise as he feigned another fit of rage because she had caught him not tidying his room again.
Putting her hands on her hips and kicking her shoes hard on the floor, she saw him wince, ,,Franco Barbi, I told you to clean your room! Now I come back and what do I see?" she shouted at him, watching with satisfaction as he crawled off the doll's lap and made his way to her, holding on to her leg and nestling his cheek against her thigh.
,,I-I really wanted to do it, I promised, but those fuckers interrupted me," he said and she followed his gaze out through the cracked glass where she saw several bodies hanging. Stroking him sweetly over the individual tufts of hair, she felt the satisfaction in her body to see him helpless and submissive but still dangerous like a small ticking time bomb.
Franco, however, understanding her patience as his lust, tried to rub against her leg, which was met with a slap of his pacifier, ,,Naughty boys get no love from mother, clean up your room while I make your drink," she told him and finally tapped him on the tip of his nose before breaking away from him and going to the little drinks trolley, but she still heard his mumbles of apologies, love confessions and swearing.
As always, the small box contained everything she needed for his favorite drink, the wolf's milk: amaretto, egg white, gin and the very special milk that her darling loved to drink so much he was denied after his arrival in the world, it is only natural that he would long for her and her body.
She was there to satisfy exactly this desire, although she had improved a little, as Easterman told her, every time she was injected with new hormones, tied to the table and her body, which had no desire to think about it, she took care of the egg white first, which was always a little difficult to get out.
But while she was breaking it open and tipping it back and forth, she kept glancing at her darling who, of course, had followed her order to throw the doll parts into an old box, he simply threw the real female body parts down the shaft and got rid of the beginning to rotten nipples he had tried to attach to the milk bottles.
,,You're doing well, my darling," she praised him and threw away the rest of the egg and took care of the alcohol, which she always had to assess a little without a proper bar, but her little one had never complained before, he had always liked it. she heard the soft giggle that came over his lips when she praised him, even if he preferred it when she humiliated him, he learned to appreciate this gentleness.
Even after the gin and the amaretto were in the metal container, all that was missing was the milk, which she took care of herself turning away from him slightly she pulled her dress down slightly at her bosom and uncovered one of her breasts with a few squeezing movements of her fingers she tried as always to get the milk out, it had always worked but today no matter how hard she tried and also tried her other breast it didn't seem to work.
Franco had of course not taken his eyes off her, his heart was still beating fast from her quick-tempered yet loving manner but when he heard her sigh he paused with the last of the clean-up and walked slowly towards her, stretching out his fingers and looking into the cup he saw that it was almost the color of the final drink, only the milk was missing.
,,A good boy helps his mother with everything," he murmured and scrambled around the drink trolley before standing up in front of her, his hands on her wrists, pushing them aside harder than necessary, which was met with a warning look from her, but she let him go knowing it would only delay the next run.
She pulled him to her, gently running her hands over him, nipping him lightly here and there but finally a moan left her lips as he sucked on her nipple greedily and needily he pressed further against her and she held him lightly, ,,That's it, help mother with that," she murmured, gently stroking his cheek again and again, listening to his sighs of pleasure and muffled moans.
Her own sounds could be heard in the room every now and then as he massaged her sensitive breast with his fingers, as if they both knew it was like a reward for her, a respite from the pain of injections and operations of which they both had enough but it never seemed to end however, more sustainable if they had each other no matter in which way and position.
He could be such a good boy when he wanted to be so gentle lying in her arms pressing against her was always so good, he was also nice bringing her gifts or giving her a necklace of teeth he had knocked out and torn out of his victims while they begged for their lives.
But at the latest when she heard the first warning she knew that they didn't have quite as much time left, ,,Well that's enough darling thank you wait in your chair" she ordered clasping his face as she practically had to pull him away from her before she dried his face a little with the end of her dress and gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead she heard another murmured ,,Thanks" from him as he sat down in his chair waiting like a wolf for his next victim.
With the help of her darling, the milk came much more easily and only a few moments later she pulled her dress back on properly and swirled a spoon around in the metal container for a few seconds before reaching for the martini glass and pouring out the milky colostrum that he hadn't gotten as a baby.
Turning back to him with the drink in hand, he lay back in the doll's arms as she held the glass out to him, ,,Ah what do you say?" she asked after he nearly grabbed it and the glass almost flew out of her hand.
She couldn't help but smile a smile of affinity as she saw him hating himself for the favor and yet his neurotic twitching of his hips told her he wanted more from her, ,,Thank you...Mommy," he mumbled, making a relieved noise when she gave him his wolf's milk and he drank it like an adult instead of from the milk bottles.
Satisfied, she sat down on the armrest of the armchair and played with his suit, where the holster of the amunition was located, listening to his pleasurable humming and the two of them enjoyed the peace and quiet they had.
Until the signal sounded again and she heard the grumble of her favorite finishing his drink and hurling it with indignation against the wall where the glass shattered into a thousand small splinters, ,,Not so rough in here, I know I'd like to stay with you too," she warned and pressed herself lightly against him, his head practically lying on her breasts as she felt his hands clinging to her hips.
Together they overcame his childish fit before he rose from the armchair and adjusted his clothes and put the ammunition in his beloved Lupara while she sat down in his armchair, it was intended for her to stay longer until she would be forcibly taken away again the "next morning" without a sunrise down here.
She watched him clearly showing her devotion and pleasure as she played with the hem of her dress but gently pushed the stiletto of her high heels into his belly as he came to her.
,,Now don't be in such a hurry my Wolf go out and find some nice new victims and then the mother will give everything your worthless body deserves yes?" she clarified a smile curling on her lips and she heard the snort as he knew his playtime was about to begin.
Bowing with his shotgun as if he had given her a show, he gave her a gentle kiss on the back of her hand before turning to her at the door with a final, ,,Oh I'll be excellent mommy" before she heard the first screams, curses and gunshots just a few moments later as she waited as always for her good boy to come crawling back to his mother as soon as his toys were broken again.
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@goldenponcho , @embercub , @lovesick-on-the-loose , @youre-gonna-see-a-lot-of-me
#outlast#outlast trials#franco barbi#outlast franco#franco barbi x reader#outlast trials franco#male x female#reader is female
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Mother Gooseberry babying/coddling y/n headcanons! Pretty please 🥺 I want to feel tiny
Absolutely!! Love bug ♡
to be honest with you, I've been really obsessed with outlast trials lately and has been playing non stop recently, because I wanna get to the second catalog!!
Warnings: blood, gore, injury, basic outlast stuff
→ you were certainly new to the trials pretty much stepping on every trap you could possibly find. Even though you didn't do it on purpose. It's just every time you would run from an enemy a trap would somehow be in front of you and you know what happens next. and also you got bullied a lot by the enemies, especially the giants and Coyle and also Franco. (broskis in his widowmaker era hitting me from across the map😔)
→ but anyways, when it came to Mother gooseberey, she was such a breath of fresh air. There was something about her that generally comforted you, as sick and twisted as that may be considering that she chases you around with a drill that is her father and has a real yapping problem and probably should be locked up for life if he wasn't actually dead rip. (We love him tho) but his daughter adores you and has pretty much made it in her brain that you're her baby, and that when she catches you you won't be able to escape from her grip!!
→ ok, and once she has you, you are literally spoiled with affection, it's everything from smooches, her literally carrying you, which is insane, considering she has only one free hand/arm, Her other arm is amputated and has the drill obviously. So, like, imagine, she's holding you with one arm, ok? both of your hands around her neck and you're just curled up in her side, and she just casually carrying you like its nothing.
→ so basically any affection that you could possibly think of she gives it to you, unless she's not capable of it of course. But she tries and also she has a tendency of hugging you so hard that you have to tell her that you need to breathe but ya know you'll be fine.
→ also, another scenario I'd like to imagine is, ok, imagine you're on that fancy bed that we all first see when we do the tutorial, for the very first part of the game. The exact same fancy bed that we have to hide under because of the psychosis dude. Ok, so Mother Gooseberry is laying down you're on top of her, your face is in her neck or in her shoulder/chest. Her hand on your back, and you're just essentially laying on top of her on your stomach, and you're just curled up, and she's rubbing your back and let me tell you, you had the best sleep you ever had since you made it to this facility.
→ also another thing I'd like to mention she is very over protective and possessive of you obviously your her baby, her little Angel that could do no wrong essentially. if you get injured somehow like really bad, bleeding, gash, basically the most horrendous thing that you could possibly think of or whether someone mess with you or you got hurt while just exploring the orphans/mansion (because who wouldn't) Phyllis thy Futterman will be drilling a bitch and who knows you might be able to watch her put a cute new face on one of her dolls/latest victims 🥰 (if your into that ofc)
→ and if your injured, she would gently bandage you up and if you ask nicely, she might even kiss it better. Also another thing, even Dr. Futterman went off the chain, even though he's been in bag jail alot for insulting you. Phyllis says he cares deep down, but whether that's true we'll never know.
Hi!! so if you made it this far, thank you!! I know I pretty much Yapped the whole entire time but I hope y'all enjoyed it!!
And also whoever requested this, I hope you like it and that it's up to your standards. ♡
#mother gooseberry#phylis futterman#mother gooseberry x reader#mother gooseberry headcannons#outlast#outlast trials#the outlast trials
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