Suggestive asf but anyway
I'm desperate for Easterman fanfiction guys guys I'm so desperate.....




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Suggestive asf but anyway
I'm desperate for Easterman fanfiction guys guys I'm so desperate.....
forgive me for this, it's so self indulgent but Easterman doodle idea: trying to hide a boner but he's unable to keep a straight face
pretty sure this is an hr violation sir …
nsfw ver under the cut
"What Do You Like About Me?" [Outlast Drabbles]
FIRST COLLECTION OF FICS IN 2026?!?!??!!? To think I turn 24 next month, holy shit. ANYWAY...I had this cute idea. Enjoy.
Also why the fuck did a guy slapping a woman show up when I looked up 'hand gif'. HELLO????? VIOLENCE, ON MY OUTLAST GORE PORN SIBLING INCEST NECK VAGINA BLOG?
Tried doing most of the characters for now. My fingies ache. Gahhhh.
Miles —
Hum. A scan of your face. A bite of his lip before he grinned, poking your nose. "Nose. It's cute to boop."
"I'm not a dog, Miles."
He snickered, "No, but you are my bitch in bed."
He didn't question why he slept in the dog house that night.
Waylon —
He looked away from his laptop to look at you for a second, before his eyes locked back on to the screen. "Eyes. Windows to the soul, and all."
And yet he subjects his eyes to blue light at 11 PM. Priorities, Waylon.
Trager —
His one, uncoated eye looked at you with that famous expression. 'You know what I'm doing to say', his eyes seem to express.
You sighed. "My fingers-"
"Your fingers, yeah."
You ignored his scissors clicking like teeth at a buffet.
Chris —
Chris was a man of so little words. He preferred actions. And those actions involved pressing his nails into your scalp, in an attempt to soothe whenever you had a bad day.
Good piggy, he wanted to murmur. But scratches were enough.
Eddie —
He screamed it from the mountaintops, he whispered it into your ears, he traced the word on your thigh whenever you laid.
His favourite part? Your legs. And he wanted everybody, especially you, to know.
Jeremy —
"Lips. Definitely." Naughty, his smirk was as he sipped at scotch from behind his desk. Business at Mount Massive was booming, but he was never too busy. Not for you. "They wrap nicely around-"
And that's when Richard had to walk in. Bitch.
Frank —
...He's a cannibal, what do you think? Unfortunately he's more interested in the head stuck in the microwave, but...y'know. Not too late to do the same thing.
Walrider —
All of you. Because, like...he possesses people. So...yeah. He likes all of you. Good for him, we love a man who loves every inch of his partner's body.
...Preferably not when possessing you, cause that shit hurts, but...y'know.
Knoth —
He's a man of the LORD, you think he has UNSAVOURY DESIRES? That is abSURD.
Your legs. He...he likes your legs. Because they can march you straight to church. [He's not fooling anybody at this point, is he??]
Marta —
She's quiet. Like a field before a thunderstorm, like a moment before prayer uttered by a preacher.
But she looks at you, white eyed and calm, and simply utters, "Your eyes."
And she goes back to reading the bible in her hands.
Val —
Coated in mud and sin and uttering curses like a priest utters words of the lord, Val stood before you with a raised brow and a knowing grin, their hair mussed. After-orgy apparel is what you usually called it.
"Now, sweetheart," they began, their voice sly, "You know the answer to that. I know you do."
You still feel the throbbing in your groin. You knew better than to let them include their crucifix in sex, fuck...
Laird & Nick —
Legs. And fingers. And everything else. Because you're not diseased like they are. Must be nice.
Easterman —
"Your eyes."
He exhaled smoke from between his lips, brows raised. "Full of innocence, my little How High. Just how I like you."
He knew just what to say.
Clyde Perry —
With eyes like his, it was surprising to hear that he-
"Like your eyes," he muttered around a cigarette, fresh blood from a newly acquired prime asset coating every gloved digit, "Glossy, shiny...full of love for me, obviously."
Was he wrong?
Leland Coyle —
"You've got a lot of fuckin' nerve asking me somethin' as gushy as that," he scoffed, but he answered anyway, "your voice. I like it when you scream."
Typical Coyle.
Franco Barbi —
His eyes went from your eyes...to your chest.
Your eyes...
...to your chest.
He didn't need to say anything. And nor did you. Not even when he shoved you onto the couch and ripped your shirt off. The doctors watching from the windows certainly had things to say, though.
Not...not good things.
Gooseberry —
"I can't seem to choose, deary!" Her voice was always so chipper, so pleasant. Music to your ears. "I love a lot of things about you."
"I like it when you shuts the fuck up, Phyllis!" Futterman chortled from his position on her hand, "It makes my whole fucking week!"
Asshole.
Arora and Otto —
"Your cheeks." "Your jewelry."
Both said at the same time. But Otto raised a brow. "Jewelry, my dear Arora? We bought it for them."
"I know," she hummed, "I have damn good taste."
Liliya —
"Soul. It's pure."
And that's all she rasped out before she froze in place, waiting for another reagent to walk by. She was a woman of very little words, but you could tell she means them.
Danny —
"Yer height, sugar," the tall man snickered, bending at the knee in order to look at you properly. "So short. Could put ya in my pocket if I wanted to."
Tempting.
Pitcher —
For once, the usually loud man was silent; no screaming, no yelling, no muttering curses at the reagents. For now, he was holding your hand with a comfortable tightness, leading you out and away from the gasoline-infested areas of the train station.
He liked your hands. A lot.
Night Hunter —
He sucked in air through his teeth as he thought, his eyes hidden by the goggles stuck to his face. "I like..." his accented voice began, clicking his tongue as he thought some more.
"...your legs, glowworm. They take you far, and fast."
He wasn't himself, surely. He didn't even make a sexual reference-!
"And they wrap around me nice."
Annnd there it was.
Pusher —
"Everything, baby!" He laughed behind his mask before pulling you close, "Now open up, I got a bigggg surprise for you!"
It was drugs. It's always drugs.
youre getting it either way idk what to tell you. based on one of nurse barlows dialogue lines where she confesses to eavesdropping on easterman sometimes
cw: power imbalance, spanking, no explicit consent but reader is definitely into it, very brief use of daddy (as if thats a surprise), praise, nurse!reader, gn!reader
It was a boring day. well, as boring as it could be, considering your workplace. a few of the reagents with some injuries, a few just wanting their meds, all in all nothing special. bored out of your mind you decided to get another cup of coffee, just to be walking around and hopefully even get a smidge of entertainment - and as if god had heard you prayers you got what you wanted. a few of the facility's doctors were stood by the coffee machine, and amomg them was Dr. Easterman. it wasn't necessarily rare for you to see him or even chat to him, but you knew that he didnt quite give you all the info he might give the other medical personnel. so, you walked into the room almost silently, grabbing one of the white mugs off the shelf and poured your coffee in, adding milk and sugar; too much and too slow, just for the sake of hearing what he was saying. you stirred the drink, spoon going in slow circles, the occasional soft clinking heard among the chatter.
you were far too lost in thought to notice easterman excusing himself, making his way through the group until he reached you. he wrapped his hand around your upper arm with a firm grip, towering over you, peering down at you over the rim of his glasses. "Nurse. A word?" his strict tone left no room for argument, he barely even waited for an answer before pulling you along with him, down the familiar hallway to his office. he stopped in front of it, digging in his pocket for the key for a moment, before unlocking it and lightly pushing you in. he stepped in behind you, locking the door once again before making his way behind the desk, sitting down in the leather chair. you moved to sit in one of the chairs across from him, but he quickly lifted his hand to stop you. "don't sit. stay right where you are for now." he ordered, the way he spoke to you already made you squirm. you turned to face him, hands behind your back.
"Dr. Easterman..?" you asked carefully, already knowing that you were in trouble, but not wanting to give it away just yet - even if it was painfully obvious by your demeanour. he took his glasses off for a moment, rubbing his eyes with his pointer and his thumb, before putting them back on with a soft sigh.
"it is very impolite to eavesdrop. i think you know that, right?" he asked lowly, one hand reaching to open the top drawer of his desk, grabbing a cigarette and putting it between his lips, the silence that lingered between you only broken up by the click of his lighter. he inhaled deeply once, the smoke curling around his face, not helping with the tension that hung in the air. "you shouldn't be putting your little nose where it doesn't belong. didnt your mother ever teach you that?" you almost jumped when he spoke again. "didn't daddy teach you that?"
your breath caught in your throat, fingers tightening around each other slightly behind your back. "..I'm sorry." was all that you could barely force out, the words feeling like they were stuck in your throat. "it won't happen again." Hendrick scoffed quietly. he was so different from when he spoke to the reagents, his usually perfectly calculated responses now having a hint of genuine emotion behind them, even if it was just something similar to annoyance.
"You're right, it won't happen again. I'll make sure of that." he took another drag of the cigarette before placing it down on the ashtray on his desk, sliding his chair back just enough to free up his lap. "come here." you could feel yourself stiffen at the order, despite wanting to refuse your feet were already carrying you over behind the desk, until you were standing next to him. he watched every step closely, already able to tell how nervous you were but not bothering with any kind of reassurance to make you feel more secure. he revelled in your fear. "bend over my lap." the order was clear, as if it was completely normal - then again, to him it likely was. you slowly did as you were told, bending down over his lap, your hand coming up to lightly grip his chair. Dr. Easterman waited patiently until you had settled in, taking a drag of his cigarette again before putting his undivided attention on you. "its time you learned some manners." he put one hand on your upper back to keep you from bolting, the other just above your waistband, fingers trailing down until he could grab a handful of your plump ass.
"Dr. Easterman-" you gasped in shock, immediately trying to sit up, but he stopped you, the hand on your back pressing down harder to keep you in place.
"shh.." he almost cooed. "you wanna get better, don't you? let me help you get better." with that the first smack landed on your ass, firm but not yet painful, slightly dulled by the stiff fabric of your uniform. he gave you a few seconds to recover from both the surprise and the smack itself, not wanting to overwhelm you too much; after all this was a learning experience, not cruelty for nothing. another smack landed, this time slightly harder. "you're such a good worker. such a caring and kind nurse." he spoke quietly, almost gently as he started to find a rhythm that didn't give you too much room to breathe while making sure you were paying attention to what he was saying. "it is surprising to find you being so impolite, so.. naughty." his own breathing was starting to grow a little heavier now, the smacks getting firmer. "I hired you because I thought you would be doing a good job, serving my purpose - our purpose - without hesitation. i thought i was hiring someone who's obedient, someone who will follow my orders and doesn't question me." he leaned down, his hand resting on your tingling flesh. "are you trying to prove me wrong?" the words hung heavy in the air, his hot breath hitting your ear, the silence stretching until he suddenly delivered a sharp slap to your ass. "I want you to answer me when i ask you something."
you inhaled sharply, trying to regain some composure before answering him. "I-I'm sorry dr. easterman-" you were cut off with your own cry, another, harder slap landing on your ass.
"I didn't ask if you were sorry. i asked if you were trying to prove me wrong." his tone was a bit stricter than before. "one more time. are you trying to prove me wrong?" he asked lowly, his hand hovering above your ass.
"..no sir." a quiet hum rose in his throat.
"that's better." another smack. "then why are you doing it? did i do something to anger you? to make you want to disappoint me?" there it was, his words dripping with that fake guilt that you had heard on recordings so many times. you quickly shook your head, trying to hold back the pained whimpers as he found his rhythm again, his hand heavier. "no?" he acted surprised. "then what is it? why are you being naughty?" he hummed softly at your silence before sighing. "you dont know, do you?" he asked, you shook your head. "you're like a curious child, trying to test my limits, how far you can go without getting in trouble. trying to get daddy's attention." he didnt sound angry, not even irritated. his tone was almost.. fond.
"you found my limit. are you happy now?" the smacks were suddenly much harder, much more punishing, pulling whimpers from you. "are you satisfied?" your fingers dug into the chair as you shook your head. "no?" Dr. eastermans voice carried faux surprise. "isn't this what you wanted? you have my full, undivided attention now. don't you feel happy?" your ass felt hot by now, your thighs quivering from how hard you were pressing them together, and yet he was unrelenting. "i want you to remember this feeling. every time you feel the need to test me again, every time you feel the urge to do misbehave, remember how you're feeling right now and ask yourself: do i want to feel like this again?" a last, harsh smack landed on your ass, making you jump before he groped your buttcheek, giving the warm flesh a gentle squeeze. "next time you want some attention you come to me and ask directly. are we clear?"
How the PAs + Ex-Pops + Dr. Easterman would react to other reagents fighting you
Hi everyone! I'm apologize for not posting recently, I've been kinda out of it. Not the fandom, but just in general.
I wanted to write something, though. Consider this a thank you for 100 followers! Truly, y'all are a blessing. I don't have the words to say a proper thanks. When I started writing, I didn't think anyone would like my writing so much. I love y'all. ♡
By the way, I don't mean imposters fighting you. I'm talking about actual reagents who have an issue with you. These will be some possessive headcanons, enjoy!
Leland Coyle:
* You were his favorite reagent. No one but him had a right to touch you. Let alone hurt you.
* When he saw the other reagents in your group start turning on you, he was pissed. He saw how they tried to sabotage you, how they tried to hurt you.
* The final straw was when one of the other reagents managed to drag you down to the floor and start punching you.
* Coyle started full-on sprinting at the reagent. His electron baton already primed over his shoulder.
* He was shouting at the reagent, pure anger behind his voice.
* "You beatnick rape-o hophead motherfuckers aren’t gonna cook what meat I want raw!”
* When the reagent ran from you, Coyle didn’t stop until he was right over you. He grabbed your arm and pulled you back up to your feet. He then dragged you to the nearest hiding spot and forced you in, telling you not to move until the rest of the reagents were dead.
* After Coyle left you, his footsteps grew more confident. He was faster, more determined. He was going to kill the ones that hurt you.
* You saw briefly how he interacted with the other reagents. When he got in arms reach, he jerked them back towards him. Coyle forced them to the floor and didn't waste any time frying them.
* The crackling was loud, and Coyle's degrading names echoed throughout the halls.
* Every scream from the reagents only fanned the flames, making Coyle more excited for the hunt.
* Once Coyle came back to you, he pulled you out of your hiding spot. He put an arm around your waist and guided you with him.
Mother Gooseberry:
* Her favorite gosling? Getting hurt? She couldn't, wouldn't stand for it.
* She kept a careful eye on the other reagents when she noticed they were trying to move traps around.
* Her breaking point was when she realized you were heavily injured from all the traps you had tripped on.
* That's when Mother Gooseberry put the puzzle pieces together. Once she did, there was no going back.
* You had been hit by one final trap when Mother Gooseberry came to you. She firmly but gingerly helped you back up to your feet. She led you to a dark room and told you to wait there for her. Threatening to hurt you if you moved.
* The only thing you heard when you were hiding was screaming, Mr. Futterman’s drill and Mother Gooseberry's footsteps.
* You saw what she did to one reagent. When she had caught them, Mr. Futterman went straight to their forehead. Mother Gooseberry drilled through their skull and to their brain.
* While she was chasing the reagents, you heard a lot from Mr. Futterman. Constant cursing and yelling.
* “You grimy little fucks can't escape the goose grease!”
* Once all the others were dead, Mother Gooseberry did come back to you. She was pleased to see you hadn't moved and praised you for it.
* You noticed she was tired from all the chasing, but still concerned for you. She took your hand and led you to a medical box so you could heal.
* While you walked with her, you could feel her thumb rub the back of your hand. She would apologize that she wasn't there to protect you.
* “I'm sorry Mother wasn't there to protect her gosling. These wretched little children kept me from you.”
Franco Barbi:
* You were Franco’s mommy, his little rabbit, you weren’t gonna get hurt by these limpdick motherfuckers.
* Franco was angry for you. It was like he snapped when he saw the reagents try to lock you in the Chem Co facility. Thankfully, you managed to find your way out, but just barely.
* Franco's first priority was finding you so he could get you somewhere safe. If he found other reagents along the way, he would shoot them. Make them run.
* Once Franco found you, he grabbed you by the back of your ESOP. He pulled you around all the way until you got back to his room, where he kept the heavy grunt.
* He shoved you inside and took a moment to reload Lupara.
* “Don't worry mommy, baby’s gonna make these rat motherfuckers pay.”
* With that, he left. The popping of Lupara’s shots sounded much louder from where you were. You flinched every time you heard it.
* You couldn’t hear much else since Franco was so far from you, most of the time.
* Still, once Franco had killed the other reagents, he came back for you. He had one small bottle of medicine in his hands. He didn’t want you quite strong enough to fight back.
* He threw the medicine at you and waited for you to drink it. After you did, it was like he latched onto you instantly.
Kress Twins:
* They were more than upset, mostly because the other reagents weren't even playing fair.
* They had you do almost everything while bullying you.
* Otto and Arora's breaking point was when they saw a reagent slam your head on one of the metal valves.
* Arora borderline screamed at Otto to go and grab that reagent. Otto followed quickly and caught them just as quickly. He didn't even bother to get the reagent on the floor.
* Otto sawed through the reagent’s back, right on their spine. Once the reagent fell, Otto came running back to you.
* “My dear, look at what they did to our love.”
* “They must pay.”
* Otto grabbed your shoulder and forced you to walk with him. You could feel Arora's hand on your other shoulder, gently rubbing it.
* Otto put you in the nearest hiding spot and then left to find the others.
* You didn't even see any of the other reagents die. All you heard was the hollering, the sawing, and the breaking of glass.
* Still, Otto came back to you. They dragged you out of your hiding spot and brought you into the light. They then checked you over for any injuries. Of course you had some. Once they noticed, they left you once more to go get you medicine.
* When you started feeling a little better, they forced you along with them. Otto didn’t let you go until the doctors had to come and retrieve you.
Liliya Bogomolova:
* You were her little lamb, and she wasn’t going to let anyone else hurt you. That was reserved for her, and her only.
* When Liliya saw the other reagents picking on you, she was already keeping a close eye on them. Stalking them, and hiding around them more.
* Liliya stopped playing nice completely when she saw a reagent rip off the claws on one of her mannequins and stab you with them.
* Absolutely blasphemous, and Liliya wasn't having it. Liliya came out of hiding and bolted for the reagent who had hurt you. She moved right past you and tackled the reagent.
* She dug her claws into the reagent's neck, splitting it open. Once the reagent was limp, she got up and immediately went after the others.
* You slowly got up and covered your wound. You found the nearest bed and went to lay down for a minute. The pain was excruciating.
* It didn't take long for Liliya to get to the others. She had to hold herself back from acting too rash. She was angry, but she couldn't just constantly chase them. She needed to trick them, using her hiding skills. It was easier to get them that way.
* Once they were dead, Liliya slinked back to find you. It didn't take her too long since you hadn't moved very far. She saw you on the bed and rested her claws on you. She scratched lightly before noticing the wound on you.
* You swore you heard a light growl from her lips before she went off to find you some medicine.
* “I will care for you, my beloved.”
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Pusher:
* Pusher didn't like the way the other reagents treated you. He saw what they did, putting you in harm's way.
* Forcing you into traps, locking doors behind you so you couldn't escape the prime assets.. it didn't ever stop.
* Pusher would try and keep the other reagents in psychosis. Not you, though. Pusher always moved past you.
* “Don't worry baby, these bitches are in for a wild ride.”
* He would move antidotes away from the other reagents, just to keep them in psychosis longer. It would eventually work, killing at least 1 of the others.
* Pusher would also move medicine, making sure it was easier for you to find.
Pitcher:
* Pitcher hated it. He saw the way they treated you, like you were some sort of outcast.
* Pitcher would throw more molotolvs out. He did try and make sure you didn't get hit by them, but no promises.
* He would scream more often, too. It was louder than normal and sounded more strained. You would hear Pitcher growl and grumble to himself, but you couldn't make out anything he wanted to say.
* You noticed Pitcher would keep a close eye on you. Every time he saw you, his eyes scanned you for new injuries. He almost always found them.
* Pitcher would get so angry that he eventually stopped leaving the trial environment. If he ever did, it wasn't for long.
Night Hunter:
* The Night Hunter, like the others, hated seeing you hurt at the hands of these other reagents.
* The other reagents only hurt you so much before the Night Hunter decided you needed to stay with him.
* He wouldn't let you leave dark areas, and he always needed to have you in his line of sight.
* “I see you glow worm. For what they did to you, they're gonna fucking die.”
* Every time reagents would come in the room, the Night Hunter may as well have turned into the pouncer.
* He caught them and lacerated them until you could hardly recognize them.
* If the Night Hunter ever came across bandages, he would give them to you. Possibly even try to put them on you himself.
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Dr. Easterman:
* He would watch your trials. You were supposed to be hurt, but not like this.
* Easterman thought it would make you stronger at first. He thought it would teach you not to trust others. So, he let it continue.
* Then, he realized every reagent that you got paired with tried to kill you. That's when Easterman took action.
* Even for him, it was hard watching his little lamb get bullied. So, Easterman forbade other reagents from doing trials with you.
* If the doctors forgot you needed to do trials alone and let another reagent go with you, the Jaeger needed to be put in the trial. The Jaeger was then forced to go after the other reagent(s).
* If you were stuck with another reagent, Easterman would monitor the trial closely. Just to make sure you didn’t get hurt. Beyond what you were supposed to, anyway.
* If he saw the other reagent(s) hurting you, he would force the doctors to go in and grab you.
* He would talk to himself about you after your trials. He would occasionally leave you special voice messages on your radio.
* "I see how hard you're working and how sore those precious hands are. These others are just a distraction. Keep your attention on me, little lamb."
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I wanted to make this post longer so it felt more special. Seriously, thank you all so much for 100 followers. I can't say it enough.
I want to get more posts out there, and I hope I'll do it soon! As I said before, I've been kinda out of it recently. Just sorta sluggish.
I appreciate everyone's support greatly, and I highly enjoy reading y'all's submissions! I hope you (yes you) have a great day. Much love and affection. ♡
Warmth
easterman's lonely and hates his life, so he's trying to fill a hole - literally and figuratively.
pairing: dr. hendrick easterman x reagent!reader wc: 1.8k warnings: mild dubcon, implied brainwashing, fingering, blood, knife play, mutual masturbation, dom/sub undertones, premature ejaculation notes: y'know. it's funny how whenever i come back from a break, i drop a fic for a fandom that quite literally no one asked for. anyways - easterman brain rot is bad rn, and i hate him so much. a03 link
showing them a meme from your gallery- the outlast trials
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The difference between Outlast Trials and Outlast Whistleblower is that In another universe Dr. Easterman is tossing and turning probably even sweating in his sleep because of the shit that I post about him meanwhile Eddie Gluskin is sitting patiently waiting for it to happen