#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]

Attacked

(Franco Barbi x Fem!Reader)

*modern au!

Y/N sighed with relief as she finally finished her paper.

After the last few weeks of treating Franco and dealing with other work that Murkoff has her doing, she was glad to be done with her paper, so it gives her time to herself.

Standing up and stretching a bit, she looked up at the clock to see it was five, so she still had two hours before Franco will be brought to her for treatment from any injuries from the trials for the day.

Grabbing her badge, she headed out of her office and headed down in the direction of the cafeteria to get something to eat.

As she was walking, a guard walked right by, which was normal to see around the facility, so she didn't think anything of it.

But that's when she felt a hand grab her roughly and shoved her backwards onto the ground, standing over her was the guard.

In his hands was a knife, and a crazed look on his face, which made Y/N realize that this wasn't a guard.

'An imposter expop? How the hell...' She thought as she stumbled back, trying to get away.

However the ex pop lunged at her, the knife aiming at her head.

Scrambling to her feet, Y/N raised her hands up to guard her face, first it went right through her left hand, then he took it out and tried stabbing her again, forcing her to block the knife with her arms.

Her jaw clenched from the pain as the knife slashed at her arms before catching it with her hands so it wouldn't stab her face, blood dripping down her arms from the knife digging into her hands.

She held it for a moment before the imposter drove the knife deep into her shoulder, making him let go as Y/N fell to her knees.

Before he could do anything else, a few actual guards arrived, tackling the expop to the ground as some doctors who were with the guards, rushed to Y/N as she held her shoulder where the knife still was.

"Shit, we gotta get you treated right away." One of them said as they helped Y/N up to her feet and rushing to the closest office to get medical supplies.

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Franco groaned in frustration as he looked at the clock in the office from his seat.

It was an hour since he arrived and Y/N should have been here already to treat him after today's trials, but she was still not here.

Just then, he heard the door open.

"Finally, I thought you forgot..." he started until he saw the state Y/N was in.

As she grabbed the supplies as usual, he noticed the bandages wrapping around her hands and arms up to her elbows. He also saw bandages poking out from under her shirt near her neck on the left side.

"Suga'... what happened?" He asked as she sat down next to him.

"An incident earlier, took me a bit to convince the other doctors and guards to let me come back and do your treatment." She said with a small smile as she tried to play it off as she began to check over him for any injuries, but Franco wasn't having it.

Grabbing her wrist gently to not hurt her, he looked at her with a serious look, not acting the way he usually does with her.

"Y/N, what happened?" He asked, wanting to know who would dare to hurt his sweet doctor.

"It was just an imposter expop. Got a guard's uniform and managed to escape detection. They got them before they did anything worse." She said not wanting to talk about it anymore, wincing as her wrist was starting to hurt.

Franco noticed this and let go of her wrist.

"Sorry sweetness." He said as he let her continue her work, but unknown to her, he was planning on asking around to figure out which imposter expop hurt her.

Whoever it was, they were gonna pay dearly for hurting his sweet Y/N.

[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]

Your grace hear me out,,,, Coyle’s reaction to nearly catching a Reagent and getting bitten 👁️👁️ nsfw or sfw is fine! 💕

Reader Bites Leland Coyle

SFW💕

You were running from Coyle in the police station, shoving multiple grunts out of the way as you fled him. Your lungs began to burn when he wouldn’t let up, the sound of his boots behind you growing closer.

“Stop resisting!”

You yelped when you felt a firm hand grip the back of your shirt, yanking you back roughly. Coyle let go momentarily to grab your ESOP, pulling you towards him. Just as he lifted his electric baton, something in you turned primal. In an attempt to free yourself, you lurched forward and bit his wrist.

Your teeth latched onto Coyle’s leather sleeve, nearly making him drop the baton. He choked out a confused cry, trying to pull back when you bit down harder.

“Hey, you trying to hurt me?” The cop smacked his free hand onto your forehead, ripping your teeth off his arm. “That is assault with intent!”

Coyle stared at you in disbelief for a moment, clutching his electric baton tight at his side. He was on guard for any sudden moves on your part, watching as you shook off some adrenaline.

“And I’d do it again!”

You two glared at each other. Coyle didn’t move to attack, but the pain in his bitten wrist sure was encouraging…

NSFW💕

“Bite me again and I’ll fuck you to death!”

Leland pointed his baton at you angrily. You had to leap out of the way as it crackled with electricity right in your face. He didn’t actually intend to hit you with it, as he wanted to play with his food first. You were still on a little high from running and biting him, trembling but weirdly confident.

“I’d like to see you try!”

You sputtered out a puffed laugh, your fear slowly washing away as Coyle merely stood before you. His face hardened, cold eyes glaring at your teasing smile from behind his sunglasses. He reached out and grabbed the collar of your shirt, dragging you down the hall to an office.

“You gonna slander the law? In my town, fuck-o?”

Coyle yanked you over to a desk and shoved all the evidence and police work off it. As it all clattered to the floor, he pushed you down onto the tabletop. You gasped, your ESOP painfully sandwiched between the desk and your chest.

“Ah!”

You felt Coyle grab your waist and press his erection to your bent over behind. He breathed heavily and let out a grunt, grinding against you. He kept a hand firm on your back, preventing you from getting up from the desk. The other slowly slid your pants down, earning a squeal from you as he gripped your butt.

“You and me are gonna have one hell of a time.”

[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.

Tags/ @outlastrabbit

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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

[blueberrypancakesworld]

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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OVERWATCH

mauga nsfw drabble 

cassidy nsfw hcs

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hanzo with dragon shifter reader

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OUTLAST / WHISTLEBLOWER / TRIALS

franco barbi nsfw hcs

leland coyle nsfw hcs

coyle + big grunt threesome hcs

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SLASHERS / DEAD BY DAYLIGHT

the trapper drabble (nsfw?)

CALL OF DUTY

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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?

[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.

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They got along well!

I can't stop sketching them😩😩😩

[outlastrabbit]

I love your works so much! <3 Can I request Coyle and a reader who is a timid, brand spanking new female reagent? Like .. VERY first trial! Sfw/NSFW if you can. 🥰

Thank you!💖

Leland Coyle with a Reader on Their First Trial

Gooseberry’s version:

SFW💕

Coyle could tell a sweet little thing like you didn’t belong in a place like this. That teary twinkle in your eye almost made you look innocent. He was looking to snuff that light right out.

He was ecstatic to be your ‘first time’, as he put it. He wanted to really mess you up. It was super easy, but you made it so fun!

Coyle actually found you kind of cute. That look of pure horror was adorable. It made him grin like a madman to know he was the first one to get you like that. He may have even gone easy on you.

He liked to tease. Even better if you did back a little. Instead of hitting you with his electric baton, Coyle hit things close to you. He smiled so genuinely at the sight of you jumping up or squealing in fright. It was just plain cruel how amused it made him.

After teasing and toying with you for the whole trial, he finally cornered you with a smug look. Your big, weary eyes and shaky legs made him giggle.

Now, Coyle wanted to see you again. He wanted to let you off with a warning… but he needed you to persuade him…

NSFW💕

Coyle grabbed the back of your hair and tugged it down, making you look up at him as he fucked your mouth. He smiled cruelly down at you, his breathing unsteady and his eyes hidden. You choked out a small whine as you looked up at him tearfully. He gave a pleasured groan and continued to thrust hard into your mouth.

Coyle had you pinned against the wall while you sucked him off. You were struggling to breathe and as hot as it was, you were silently begging him to finish. He instead backed away from the wall and grabbed the sides of your head, making you move instead. You gazed up at him as you bobbed your lips along his length perfectly.

Coyle breathed heavily and pushed your head down until you took him all completely, trying not to choke. His grunts of pleasure turned into a shaky groan, his chest heaving as you moved your head faster.

The cop was overcome with the warmth of you. Your pretty eyes looking up at him and your lips around his cock put him in a trance. Goddammit, he was just doing this to corrupt you… but was he starting to like you?

The very sight of you grew to be too much and Coyle threw his head back. He groaned and tugged on your hair again, yanking your lips off him and coming all over them. You panted hard, catching your breath while hot come rolled down your cheeks, dripping onto your ESOP.