ANYTHING for the Pitcher PLEASE GOD I beg, there's nothing for him and I'm starved. I crave the delusional war criminal carnally (sfw/nsfw, hcs, blurb, idc like I said I will take literally anything, my life will be y'alls 🧎♀️)
Contains: Piss, self—mutilation, obsessive behavior.
• Stepping foot into the same trials might as well be stepping into hell but with fiery hearts engraved in every surface.
• Walls, doors, and plastic mannequins—nothing is safe!— they all burn with the heat of his obsession.
• He fills his spare bottles with your piss, saving it to drink, to lube, or to mix in with his molotoves.
• His masterbation is self-mutilation. He squats over open flames, searing his crotch to jumpstart his nerves. His groin is blackened, nearly charred, yet unnervingly smooth and hairless.
• Though he lacks a tongue for conversation, he is never truly silent. When his hands roam your body, he lets out these wet, ragged sighs and guttural panting. He doesn’t ask. He takes.
• In the crawl spaces he’s very vocal.
• His intense dead gaze is the worst. They speak more words than he ever could formulate. Once those eyes set sight on you, the hunt is over.
• Don't fight it. Just bend over and submit.
I simply must know ...... how would Franco feel about a partner (or reagent, even) who has the hots for his lupara? Like he waves it around and they just can't stop stealing glances and gnawing their lips about it.. thank you for your consideration, and i LOVE THE FICS ALWAYS :]]
You could only imagine how intense the foreplay can get… and how bloody it can be.
Listen, do you have any headcanons for Trager?
I may or may not have gone down a small rabbit whole with this character,( got a little side tracked from the OG request and made it mainly an outlast x reader hc…)
It’s tough to find much on Trager outside of his doctor schtick. He keeps such a cool, collected front that it’s hard to imagine him doing anything particularly wild or out of character.
• Trager has a gross habit of using a severed tongue—kept as a stamp moistener—to playfully lick you. He finds a sadistic delight in watching you recoil in disgust.
• Standing well over six feet tall so he’s constantly looming over you. You’ve gotten used to his shadow.
• On rare occasions, he might lean his weight on you or offer a patronizing pat on the head that feels more demeaning than affectionate.
• He avoids pet names entirely, strictly limiting his vocabulary to terms like "buddy" or "aid."
• He often gets caught in a sick daydream, wondering what would happen if he used his shears to lay you both open. He wants to see your guts intertwined—a gore-slicked attempt at becoming a single, breathing entity.
• “Imagine that…”
• Trager often loses the filter between his thoughts and his mouth. He frequently engages in full conversations with himself, completely unaware that he is voicing his thoughts out loud.
• Flesh feels almost spongy…
How do you think the PA's eat pussy???
Of all things to wonder and ask and you come before us with this… oh anon.. little buddy… lil special guybuddyolpal
Coyle can’t eat pussy for the life of him
Franco’s teeth get in the way
Gooseberry’s mouth would do wonders
Otto and Arora wouldn’t be subjected to such disrespect and in turn make YOU give them head.
Absolutely no chance with Liliya…
Would you perhaps be willing to write a blurb or whatever about nighthunter 🌚
If not that's fine
Thank you and have a safe day 🐿️
“Who's afraid of the dark?”
You clamped your hand over your mouth, teeth sinking into your thumb to silence yourself. Breathe. Just breathe. Every instinct screamed at you to get up and run, but you knew better. Movement was a death sentence. You squeezed your eyes shut, praying for the floor to open up and swallow you into the safety of the earth.
Then, the agonizing protest of a rusted hinge. Creak. A click.
Then silence.
The air felt thinner as you waited, your pulse pounding in your eardrums. Slowly, you peeled your eyes open. Once your eyes adjusted, you dragged yourself upright, scanning the room for any silhouettes, movement, anything.
Empty.
You began to crawl out of the barrel, a ragged sigh escaping your lungs.
You’re okay. You made it out—
“Pop! goes the weasel!”
Before you could scream, you were shoved forward. Your upper body crashed into the depths of the barrel while your legs kicked uselessly, dangling over the rim. Cold, clammy hands clamped onto your hips with bruising force.
Every drug Franco pushes comes with a codename.
He calls his MDMA "Fun Dip," his adrenaline spikers "Pico," and the hallucinogens that have you seeing fairies "Pixie sticks."
It’s not subtle in the slightest but no one’s going to tell him otherwise. To Franco, the world is just one big playpen. Might even keep his gun stash in a warehouse labeled ‘Toys R Us’.
I just really want to see more childish traits from Franco …
Circling back to this,
Franco’s drug distribution deception method.
He packed the stashes into crates disguised as oversized cakes or colorful toy chests. Inside, the product was just as camouflaged: the LSD tabs were stamped into vibrant smiley faces, and the cocaine was topped with a dusting of sugar sprinkles to mimic confectionery.
At the heart of his operation sat the ‘Play-pen’—a command center that doubled as a lounge where he could casually give orders and relax.
Edit: BOOBYCHEST
this is honestly just a thank you note
like many others here, I appreciate your account so so much, and I just want to thank you for your service and actual dedication to all of this. y’all’s writing is absolutely and entirely finger licking good😛
I LOVE Y’ALLS ACC!! keep up the amazing work 🥹
How winsome! ::) We hope to get even more kooky questions and requests in the near future. It genuinely makes our day— as well as shock value which makes for a good chuckle zzz
Our pleasure
plsplspls mother gooseberry headcannons about how she’d like to be fricked and how she likes TO frick
I beg I beg, thank you if you take this idea (im going insane over this big lady)
• Her favorite positions are the ones where she’s bent in half.
• Because she’s significantly stronger than the others, she finds it intoxicating to meet someone who can actually handle her. Being folded like a lawn chair leaves her salivating for more.
• She prefers them small. A shorter partner is easier to smother. She loves the action of burying a face in her chest or the deep folds of her skin, watching them struggle for air in the bountiful heat of her body.
• She lives for being called "Mommy" when things get filthy.
• Pampering is her specialty.
• She’ll let you latch onto her breast or grind yourself ragged against her lap while she coos and kisses you, whispering for you to be as pathetic and needy as you want because Mommy’s here.
• Secret exhibitionist. She loves mutual masturbation. Sometimes, all she needs is an audience to start working herself open until she’s a wet, blabbering mess.
• She’s gone so far as to use Futterman’s drill as a makeshift vibrator.
• He just stays still and pretends to be asleep while she vibrates herself into a frenzy…
• Major squirter. That woman comes in the strength of a power hose.
Do you think Franco would be offended by a woman saying she likes her men short?? (He’s perfectly sized to me and like… all I can think of to cushion the blow to his ego is that he’s perfect height to my breast…)
If anything he'd be jumping for joy knowing he falls into somebody’s category of ‘attractive’
Franco likely:
• Franco keeps the teeth he pried from your jaw, not for amo— but for sucking on like hard candies. He nibbles at the fragments of gum still clinging to the enamel, closing his eyes to imagine the two of you are deep in a French kiss.
• First impressions are always the hardest, especially with you screaming and fighting back, but he treasures the clump of your hair he managed to pull from your escape.
• He breathes in your scent and chews on the strands when he’s lonely and missing you.
• Whenever he manages to pin you down, he grinds his bulge against your stomach, whispering sick fantasies about opening you up and burying his cock deep between your organs.
• He knows he scares you, and he thrives on it. His abdomen twitches whenever you catch sight of him and freeze in terror. He savors the realization of just how easy it will be to take you for the first time.