#the outlast trials x reader

[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." >>>

[judasbreed]

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."

[embercub]

First meeting

(Franco Barbi x Fem!Reader)

*modern au!

Y/N wasn't told about the new prime asset.

Hell, she wasn't even told there was going to be a new prime asset at all.

The only way she found out was when a guard dropped a file onto her notebook while she was working on her paper for one of her classes.

Taking out her earbuds, she looked up at the guard with an irritated face.

"You guys could have at least told me about this before hand." She growled in irritation.

The guard only shrugged his shoulders before leaving the room, closing the door behind him.

Leaning back into her chair, she grabbed the file and began to read it as she heard the growl and struggling of restraints in the office area.

"Hmmm, Franco Barbi, son of a Louisiana mafia don and an unnamed woman. Committed his first murder at the age of twelve and later became a debt collector and hitman for the crime syndicate. Suffered abuse from his father... shit." Placing her pen on the page she was on, she closed the file for now, planning to read more later, then walked towards the door that separated the living quarters from the office.

Walking into the room, she was shocked to see the man's head being bloodied, his blonde hair covered in blood.

She also noted that his head was double the average size of a man, and the left side was heavily mutilated, deformed.

Most definitely from the abuse and birth defect from what the file mentioned.

His hazel colored eyes were bloodshot, hemorrhage, or brain damage from the abuse.

"What are you lookin' at, eh?!" He growled as he pulled at the restrains.

"Relax, I'm your doctor, I'm just gonna take a look at your head injury, then I'm gonna clean and bandage it, is that okay?" She asked as she walked to the cabinet to get some of her medical supplies.

"Fine, but no funny business suga'." He grumbled as Y/N opened the cabinet and grabbed some bandages, a needle and thread for stitching, and a cloth to use to clean the wound.

She brought the items over to the table next to the man before getting a bowl of water to use with the cloth.

Once she was all prepared, she grabbed the cloth, dipped it into the water, then gently began to dab the blood around the wound.

As she did this, Franco looked at the other side of the room where the woman came from.

A giant window that separates the lab from what he assumed was this woman's living quarters, the curtain was drawn back, revealing the room to him.

Posters of different bands and artists hanged on the wall, and a record player sat on a small table with a case full of records.

There was also a TV and next to it, a shelf filled with books and movies, all stuff that he assumed Y/N would read or watch when she wasn't working.

There was also a desk with some textbooks, some notebooks, and the file about him.

He barely took notice of Y/N finishing up stitching and wrapping the wound and began to clean up.

"There, all done, now that wasn't all that bad huh?" She asked as she took the bowl over to the sink and poured the bloody water out.

Looking back at the woman, he froze as he now took in her appearance.

She had h/l h/c hair, wore a t-shirt with a guitar with the words Nashville Tennessee and music city on it, a pair of jeans and sneakers.

"Well, aren't ya a pretty thing ain'tcha? What's your name sweetness?" He asked with a smirk.

This made her frown as she crossed her arms.

"You can call me Dr. L/N." She replied with a look of irritation, realizing that he is going to be all flirty with her from now on.

"What about your first name? I wanna know a bit about the gorgeous woman I'll be seein' from now on."

She was about to say something until the door opened, and the guards came in to retrieve Franco, and another doctor entered.

"Y/N, Eastermann wants to talk to you."

Y/N internally groaned as he said that infront of Franco, who grinned at hearing her first name.

"Y/N, a beautiful name for a beautiful woman." He said as the guards took him away.

Sighing, Y/N looked to her college with a small smile.

"Thanks. I'll head over in a moment." Y/N said before the other scientist left, leaving her alone in her office.

Walking back to her desk, she picked up the file and found a photo of a younger Franco inside.

The young man smiling as a man stood next to him with his hand on his shoulder.

"Franco Barbi... you're gonna be both interesting and a pain in the ass to work with." She said as she placed the file back down before leaving to see Eastermann.

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Okay, first off, sorry if this isn't really good, it's the first time I'm writing for him, so if he is a bit out of character, I'm sorry. Second, so most of my writing for Franco will be female reader, if anyone requests for gender neutral versions as well, I'll be glad to post a gender neutral version of my modern au as well! Also, I just did it where the reader's room is also part of her lab, so basically, murkoff has her living at the facility, and she's basically does online school while she is there.

[lumierexfics]

Chat Log Name : I know why society had no use for you

chat log description : You can be reborn, can't you? You just need a little leap to it.

Online Users : Doctor Hendrick Joliet Easterman, Reagent! Reader, The Pusher (Mentioned), Mother Gooseberry (Mentioned)

!! CONTENT WARNINGS : Stockholm Syndrome, Unhealthy relationship, Power Imbalance, Manipulative behaviors, Minor & major descriptions of injuries. !!

<< Ao3 link

Your eyes watered at the sight since you accidentally dropped your private records; seeing the scattered papers and photographs of a happier time in life. Such a familiar warmth they gave but you needed to destroy them to be reborn. It was their fault, wasn’t it? Since they never helped as you needed to be reborn now.

You hurriedly stuffed the box with your private records. Watching the bloodied grinder, destroy the very last remnants of who you were or so you thought. You held your bloodied shoulder since Mother Gooseberry managed to grab ahold of you and drilled into your shoulder rather than your face.

The single shuttle was made of metal that had grates at the bottom of it in case of any blood. A brown leather almost orthodontic chair strapped you in, gears of the hanging television swung down.

“Doesn’t that feel better? All reamed out cleared and ready,” he said. “Everything perfectly under control kept tidy for somebody with just your dysfunctions.”

It felt like ages then restraints loosened and hatched open, rubbing your wrists to relieve the uncomfortable tension from it. You looked at the tube; the sole tube in the cramped shuttle and you stepped in the tube.

Your eyes tried to adjust to the bright lights of the hallway, the sleep room is what Dr. Easterman called it. Though it should be called the makeshift zoo due to the amount of windows and you wandered around the sleep room which in the process, you found your room. A plain room with a sink, desk, bed with a bedside table and a big window next to the door.

The terminal assigned a group and the core therapy lights near the home shuttle, once a iridescent hue now were a vibrant red.

Time lost its meaning in the Sinyala facility, it was a never ending circle. Being paired up in a group like test animals and having stitches sewn into the skin despite the old wounds barely closing before being opened once again. The small cuts on your hands gnawed at the skin while pouring the can of acid into the metal funnel of the fountain to get rid of the evidence.

You were the only one that failed the therapy that was meant for you to protect the ones that protected and guided you during this stage of growing in the stomach of the hostile womb. The revival medicine pumped your body with a wheezing to regain the loss of life and breath, antiseptic aroma continued with the mixture of pungent blood that had been engraved on polished floor. Faintly hearing the voices of the medical staff to alert the sanitization team to hose out the thin blue line or to fix the Rorschach tests in the police station.

Your heart aches with unbearable pain hearing the harsh words of Doctor Easterman from the speaker. Disappointment to nobody and everyone at the same time. Nobody would want you even if you were reborn, not even Doctor Easterman. He will want to get rid of you since you can’t do the simplest thing.

“We scraped you up off the streets,” He said. “I tried to make you better, reagent 124.”

Tears swelled up in your eyes, losing the ability to stand. His shoes clicked on the metal flooring that decorated the floor, his face etched into something very familiar, an expression of a disappointed parent or a disappointed man who simply wanted what was best for you. He got down to your fallen level, wiping away the stream of tears, desperately trying to say that he was wrong but it was muffled by the gag.

“I know that you’re trying your best but you need to try harder to not be a disappointment to me,” he said. “You’re still developing now but I know that you want to be reborn.”

Yet, you could still feel a sliver of your past self that wasn’t buried by the trials and you needed to keep it hidden from him—his bony hand gripped the lower half of your face, his tongue clicked, eyebrows furrowed; examining your face.

“I thought—never mind.” He let go of your face. “Return to the sleep room and take therapy to heart this time.”

You are near perfection in Doctor Easterman’s eyes but you needed a little more attention and a shove towards the end goal. To be reborn in the hostile world and how he always phrases it : Suffering is the cornerstone for greatness.

It happened all too fast. Sound of a door being broken and the small remaining pieces of glass that embedded into your skin and the familiar deranged laughter.

“Relax, baby.” He said,”Just…relax!”

And the familiar green gas that burned your lungs, twisting out the remaining bits of sanity that you had clung to. Antidote. Walls and flooring of the room where it distorted bending in and out almost to replicate breathing. In and out with the luminescent lights that now glowed with a mixture of reds, greens, blues, and a yellowish green. Opening the toolboxes to find the antidote till you found one. Unfortunately, the skinner man continued to walk and walk, his body morphed and twitched with every step. Screams—your screams echoed throughout the trial, scientists wrote on the clipboards.

Why wasn’t the medicine working? Why did it feel like the Skinner man was peeling your skin and forcing it to regrow at the same time. Surely there was something else living in your body, you needed to tear it out. Parasite. It was causing a significant problem in your birthing process, if Doctor Easterman found out…how disappointed he would be, how good you were behaving and you were finally starting to take the trials to heart.

Your eyes watered at the luminescent light being shined down at you, desperately trying to push up but the leather straps only dug further into your wrists. While the tears dribbled down your face, blurred vision how you desperately tried to look for someone or something familiar since you weren’t in your cell rather in a small medical room with a gurney that you were strapped into, being poked and prodded with scalpels and crudely stitches place on still bleeding wounds.

The infirmary aids shuffled out of the room seemingly scoffing at the sudden entrance of Doctor Easterman.

“You have disappointed me, greatly.” His face shifted into a permanent frown, walking closer to your face. “A child like you can never be born. You couldn’t seem to claw yourself out of this hostile womb.”

His hand caressed your face; so gently. As he suddenly took away the gentleness that you seemed to crave more.

“And I held you to such high praises which turned out to be a grave mistake. I coddled you too much which resulted in this.” He paced back and forth as he knocked on the steel door. “They will now begin your reclassification to the experimental population. You are too broken for society to handle. You cannot be reborn.”

[one-alice]

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

[millie-milkshake]

The way he sits on your lap is so cute I can’t

[outlastrabbit]

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’!

[blueberrypancakesworld]

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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@homefander , @millie-milkshake , @youre-gonna-see-a-lot-of-me , @ramontism , @cuddlecow

[theravencawsatmidnight]

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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[rabbitblackx]

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

[letternotekisses]

my masterlist! 📌 about me

OVERWATCH

mauga nsfw drabble 

cassidy nsfw hcs

nsfw mauga imagine

reaper nsfw hcs

hanzo with dragon shifter reader

nsfw cassidy drabble

OUTLAST / WHISTLEBLOWER / TRIALS

franco barbi nsfw hcs

leland coyle nsfw hcs

coyle + big grunt threesome hcs

mother gooseberry hcs

SLASHERS / DEAD BY DAYLIGHT

the trapper drabble (nsfw?)

CALL OF DUTY

[judasbreed]

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?

[embercub]

His angel

(Franco Barbi x Fem!Reader)

*modern au!

"Alright Coyle, you're good to go, just be careful in your future trials and not get injured too much, you know how doctor Hughes would react if he saw you now." Y/N said as she crossed her arms as Coyle stood up from the seat.

"Yeah yeah, I'll try to be more careful, it's hard with the reagents always having things to fight back with. And that little shit Barbi was nowhere around when it was happening." He grumbled as he looked back at the younger woman.

He saw the bandages around her arms under her sleeves and around her neck and remembered what he heard from some guards.

"That expop got you pretty good didn't they?" He asked as she cleaned up the used medical items before going to grab fresh supplies.

"Yeah, but I'm fine now."

Coyle chuckled a bit.

"Tough kid." She heard him say as his footsteps headed towards the door, hearing it open then close, leaving her alone.

But then she heard the door open again.

"About damn time, I hate waitin' angel." The all too familiar voice spoke as she closed the cabinet.

Turning around, her eyes widened as she saw how bloody Franco was.

His jacket was all cut up and covered in blood around the rips, his stitches on his head wound was cut and open again, but fortunately not bleeding a whole lot.

"Wh-what the hell happened?" Y/N exclaimed as Franco set his gun down and sat down.

"One of the reagents during prime time, one of them had a shard of glass and attacked me." He replied as Y/N set the supplies down and began to restitch his head wound before she had him take his jacket off and rolled up his sleeves to work on the cuts on his arms.

But there was something she noticed about the slashes and cuts.

Cuts from glass would usually be more jagged from the edges of broken glass.

These cuts were smooth.

These cuts weren't from glass, he was lying.

"Franco..."

"Yes suga'?" He asked as he looked at her with a smile, trying to pretend to be innocent.

Pulling away and setting down the needle from stitching, she crossed her arms and gave him a disappointed look, not happy that he lied to her.

"I know you're lying. Where did you really get these cuts?"

Franco's smile dissapeared for a moment before a more sinister smile replaced it as he stood up.

"Ya know that expop that attacked ya?" He asked with a smirk as he saw the look of realization instantly spread across his angel's face as she backed away from him.

"You should have seen it, the fucker put up quite a fight but eventually, I was able to beat them to death. And the reagents, it was funny as hell seeing their faces after I killed the imposter." Franco went on as he approached her slowly, causing her to back up into the counter next to the medical cabinet.

"Why?" She muttered, the sight of him covered in blood terrified her as he now stood right infront of her, trapping her between him and the counter.

He gripped her chin tightly to keep her from looking away from him as he looked down at her with a crazed look.

"Why?" He repeated what she said before letting out a low chuckle as he leaned in, bringing his lips close to hers up to where they were lightly brushing together.

"Cause your mine angel, and I won't have anyone take or break what's mine."

[lumierexfics]

⇨ THE OUTLAST SERIES MASTERLIST

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OUTLAST

I’ll give you very special attention / Richard Trager

DELIVERED ORDER / Richard Trager

OUTLAST WHISTLEBLOWER

The smell of my love’s arbor / Eddie Gluskin

OUTLAST TRIALS

I know why society had no use for you / Doctor Hendrick Joliet Easterman

Silly Rabbit! / Franco Barbi

There’s my melancholy, baby! / Danny, Big Grunt

[one-alice]

They got along well!

I can't stop sketching them😩😩😩

[outlastrabbit]

What if Coyle had a shy person that he ends up corrupting? 👉👈💕

Leland Coyle Corrupts Shy!Reader

Coyle thought your shyness was amusing. How could someone be so quiet and timid all the time? Didn’t ya just wanna go crazy? He observed how nervous you were with speaking to your friends, your voice strangely soft. You were so weird! It was almost like he found you cute or something…

Your friends took advantage of your shyness and walked all over you. You stupid bitch. How couldn’t you see that? It made Coyle almost just wanna… he didn’t know. It was like he wanted to rip you away from them. He wanted to hurt them, but not to protect the Snitch or whatever. He kind of felt protective of you…

Coyle could see that you were innocent. You weren’t a guilty criminal like all the others. He could also tell you were weak, and he had to protect you for that. He soon grew furiously possessive. This unhealthy obsession with you made him all the more violent towards other reagents and Ex-Pop.

Coyle had you in his arms now. Whether you liked it or not was not an issue. Your shy demeanour and just… innocence… it was so different to what he normally saw here. You may not have even been overly good or innocent, but to Coyle? He was blind to everything but your sweetness. His strong arms wrapped around you tighter, his beard scraping against your neck as he nuzzled it.

Being as protective as Coyle was towards you, he couldn’t help but worry. You were very weak to him. He was starting to think others were going to take advantage of you again. Of course, he’d be there to beat them to death, but you still needed to learn to defend yourself.

Leland took pride in teaching you to be tough. He dragged over a poor grunt, holding him up by the back his shirt. You stared at the cop in silent shock as he told you to beat him while he held him down. You of course said no, but he kept insisting.

Coyle soon had to accept you weren’t a violent person. That didn’t mean he still didn’t try to force his brutal ways on you. He was only trying to help! Though he spent most days holding you close and keeping you safe, he still tried to rough you up sometimes. Whether he asked you to hit him as hard as you could, or even offered you to kill the Snitch… he wasn’t going to let up until you shedded blood!