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Hello hello :D hope you're having a lovely day (or night) I was wondering for some fluff between the Night Hunter and the Pusher (Outlast trials <3) The Pusher and Night Hunter maybe going out to stargaze with each other? Have a good day (or night), and take care of yourself! <3

Hewwoo, thank you for the request. Sadly right now I’m still occupied with a fanfiction request (commission) but I have gathered a list of headcanons between the two. I hope you like it <3

Night Hunter and Pusher Stargazing Together

Warning : None

The Specialist class wasn’t that much to make friends. Currently, it is filled with a few assigned Ex-pops. But again, there was nothing much you could do with fellow Specialists. Screamers slept all the time, and All Pouncers did was cry and be pathetic in a metal box. Nobody likes the impostors as they are stuck in a limbo between Reagents and Ex-pops.

Then, there were two of them. The Pushers and The Night Hunters. But only one of each of them is assigned to hunt the reagents.

They didn’t really have a name, but Pusher called himself Frank. The other thought the nickname from his class was cooler than his name.

Funny, they work in opposite places in the trials. Or what they call, a workplace. Pusher couldn’t see well in the dark, and Night Hunter couldn't see much in the light.

Depending on the difficulty of the reagents picked their work time shifts accordingly. Night Hunter got a day off in easy trials, while Pusher only dropped in the easy trials once or twice.

While Pusher was on the work, Night Hunter would explore the dark, hidden places in Sinyala that cameras couldn’t detect.

He was a loner, not quite fond of the charisma of the Prime Assets, and not really into talking with general ex-pops. He thought they were pathetic morons. He kept quite far from the Heavy Ex-pops as their fist could break his Night Vision. The brown-haired almost pulled a wire from his head out of curiosity.

Pusher, however, was popular. Everyone thought he was funny, as long he didn’t mischievously spray his gas. Although he unintentionally scared the female big grunts thanks to his nasty joke while the male big grunts laughed at it. The Prime Assets tolerate his presence in their workplace. But Gooseberry and some Murkoff personnel had different views about him.

Night Hunter was grumpy, but he had a soft spot for Pusher. He did think he was funny, although he could be annoyed as well.

One day, he found a little hole with cracks in the wall. It was far from the ex-pops neighborhood, which was also far from the guards' reach. So he took a peak, curious with the outside.

It was dark, but not as dark as his nest. Yet he could still see things outside. Blinking shining spots on the sky, forming shapes. Could it be really the stars?

He knew what stars were. But He never really appreciated them until a pair of night vision drilled into his face. He couldn’t turn it off, hell it was kind of Murkoff they adjust the brightness settings in the Ex-pops neighborhood so he could see a little.

He hit the crack on the wall with the back of his machete. He made the hole bigger. Enough for him to squeeze through,

It was really the night sky and the stars.

It was beautiful. He could see the galaxy and star formation well, even though some of them were too bright for him.

But around him, was a giant concrete building and endless sand. It was scary, but he realized he was curious about the star, not the desert.

So He returned, squeezing through walls and shelves, reaching the neighborhood again.

Nobody noticed him. The Camera patrolled as usual, but nothing happened. Coyle sat with his legs on the table, cigar in his hand not paying any attention to him. The general ex-pops formed their circles while the big grunts fought for the only blue crayon they had.

Right Time, he saw Pusher return from the trials.

“Hey, Skunk! You wouldn’t believe what I saw !”

Skunk was a nickname he gave to Pusher. Frank the Pusher loved Skunks since he was a kid. Once he cornered a poor skunk to make it had no choice but to spray him. He loved the scent of smells the majority of people hated, including his mother.

Night Hunter associates himself with Owls. With the power of his Night Vision and his silent steps, he thought he was as formidable as an owl.

A Skunk and An Owl, two kinds of animals that live in the suburbs. Some people like them, and some people despise them. Perfect to describe their existence in Sinyala.

“Oh, what did you see? New pin-up posters special featuring those reagents ?” Pusher laughed at his nasty joke. He knew well Night Hunter was fond of looking at those classic pin-ups in the area.

“You’d like this own, I promise !”

Night Hunter pulled Pusher’s wrist, running into his well-hidden entrance to his dark world.

“Whoa, slow down man! slow down.”

They have to squeeze through between shelves and walls. It was dark, too dark that Pusher could barely see anything. He would return if not being pulled by Night Hunter at that moment.

“Through here.”

“Boy, if they see what we’re doing here….”

“Ah screw those white uniform shit men. Who cares about them”

At last, they reached the outside of the building.

The stars lit his vision, he could see his surroundings despite the darkness. He could see the shining stars beneath his darkened lenses.

“Oh man..this..this is beautiful.”

“Ha! I told you it would be worth it.”

They were mesmerized by the bright stars, in contrast with the night sky.

They sat next to each other, cherishing the moment as they gazed at the stars. The darkness was perfect for both of them to see.

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nicktremblaywayfu · 6 days

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Write coyle sub x reader/your oc dom (nsfw) -> outlast trials

The Silver Fox and His Prey (18+)

Author Note: This is nasty, but this is Outlast. We don’t do “wholesome ship” here we do the classic toxic yaoi. Also, this fic features my OC, Hunter Robbertson. I’m putting a brief introduction of him in the fic and a picture of him. Summary: Coyle accidentally embarrassed Hunter in front of Easterman, saying some nasty shit that could lead both of them in trouble. The silver fox was not happy with it, and he planned to give him a lesson about it. Pairing: Coyle/Original Character, Original Character/Coyle Characters: Leland Coyle, Hunter Robbertson, OC Tags and Warning: Dubcon, Toxic Yaoi, Violence and sexism / ableism from 1950s and Coyle being Coyle

Words : 2636

Available on Ao3 as well

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Coyle groaned in pain as his body was thrown onto a cold concrete wall. He gritted his teeth, he did feel pain, but it was a shame that overwhelmed his mind. Years and years of being in the high ground, having a family with a wealth of dozens of purebred Black Angus cows, living in extreme success with a big mansion and the ability to pick any women he would like to lay with, all being seen like nothing in front of that man. It wasn’t like that old man had no respect. He did, but what Coyle considered as success was nothing but regular stuff for him. After all, Coyle did work with him for a while, hired to protect him from the envious rivals.

He took his fallen sunglasses, putting them back to cover his eyes. No, he wouldn’t show how his eyes starting to tear from embarrassment. A man should not cry. Mama Coyle raised no Nancy.

“What’s with the sunglasses? We’re not on the sunny beach right now, boy.” Coyle didn’t dare to look at him. The old man lifted a corner of his lips in disdain. His brilliant blue eye gaze pierced through the dark shades of the glasses.

“Answer me.” He lifted the powerless cop with one hand. Coyle grasped onto his arms, wriggling to get out.

This old man was no ordinary man. A New kid on the block, yet had proven that he was doing a wonderful job in leading his people. In fact, too good that he emitted an aura that Coyle never felt before. Hunter Robbertson, preferred to be called by his front name. He lived up to his name, working as a hunter just like the family in his generation.

But one of his rivals sabotaged his work, leading him to Sinyala in the hope of work and a new start to life. He was just surviving there, thrown into the bottom of a barrel like the other commoners. No golds, no mansion, he had to share a room with other dozens of people. As he was released, he gained his upper life once more. Thriving as a hunter and a hitman with unconscious knowledge from Sinyala, thus picked an interest from Murkoff to make them care enough to have him back. Even the wound of a bear attack on his face didn’t hinder his life. In fact, it became an object of interest for Murkoff to study.

Sinyala became his prosperity. His charisma was enough to pull some general ex-pops from both Gooseberry and Coyle’s side. Facilitated with grandiose areas, adorned in a fancy three-piece long suit and well-groomed long white wavy hair, Hunter was idolized by many. Reagents and general ex-pops swooned over him, making Coyle envy him as he used to be the top idol of Sinyala despite the despicable things he had done. The Silver Fox was one of the nicknames he got, as he was a middle-aged man with fully white hair.

“Why, you got a problem with style Grandpa? You might want to put some shades there to cover up that empty hole in your face.” Coyle chuckled as he insulted Hunter.

“You speak as if you didn’t beg for a piece of me yesterday. I know what you’re trying to do, Leland Coyle. And today, you did not only shame yourself, but you almost tainted my charisma right in front of Easterman.” Hunter pressed Coyle onto the wall even harder, causing Coyle to squeak. “Do you realize that we both could be fucked up over your idiotic action ?”

“You are the one who should reflect your action. Show some respect, you’re still new and you dare to steal my pawns here, even trying to take away my Deputy just for your guard could fuck with him? “ Coyle adjusted his gaze, locking onto Hunter’s eye behind the black-tinted lens “Ain’t no way, fucko.”

Hunter sighed, throwing the poor man onto the floor and then laughing sadistically. It felt like watching a cat playing with its prey. “What’s the matter? Feeling like a moment of table being turned? I’ve heard the story of what you did with one of the murkoff staff.”

“You talk like you’re capable of doing a lot of things with one leg, Hunter. I will never make you forget when I laughed at your face as Danny chopped off your leg like candy.”

“Ohh ?” Hunter tilted his head, and all sudden he kicked Coyle in the chest with his prosthetic leg. “ Sure you love insulting people like me, hm? Your mother must have loved it when her son kissed her with that filthy, nasty, uneducated mouth. “ Hunter bared his teeth and pinned Coyle onto the floor with his leg. “Yet this leg of mine is more than capable of breaking your bones into two pieces. Watch your mouth next time.”

He kicked the man with his iron leg right onto the crotch. Coyle shrieked in pain, as Hunter continued to step onto his crotch causing an extreme sensation of pain.

“YOU LET GO OF ME NOW!” He wriggled to free himself but to no avail.

Hunter lifted him again forcefully and then slammed him onto the table. Pain struck all over his bones as he was being treated like a ragdoll.

“I know you’re enjoying this you sick fuck.” Hunter pulled his face closer to Coyle to feel his breath of fear, so close that their body was merely an inch apart.

Coyle looked down, noticing a bulge rose from his pants. And he noticed, there was the other one that starting to rub against his. Hunter adjusted his position while pinning the man below him, letting out a husky moan as Coyle groaned feeling the friction of the rub.

“God damn it what are you doing ?!”

“I have accidentally given you a pleasure. I’m no loser, I shall be responsible for what I have started even if it was unintentional.”

Regaining his power, Coyle landed a punch in Hunter's face. Hunter stopped for a moment, side-eyeing that cop. "You haven't learned your lesson yet I see?"

"I'm the fucking law here! I'm the one who holds the highest power around here and I'm the only one who has the right to punish-" Hunter covered his mouth instant, leaving Coyle yelling with his muffled words.

"Cranky and noisy shortie, ain't you ?" He could hear Coyle was offended as Hunter mocked his height. "Look, I keep some stuff from you as little trinkets." Hunter smiled as he showed the little key from his pocket. He let go of Coyle's mouth, and as expected, he spewed so many complaints.

"You little thief! You may laugh now, but once I get you on the chair.."

Hunter took the handcuffs hanging on Coyle's belt, taking them out with his keys. With a swift move, Hunter managed to unlock the handcuffs with just one hand. "Stay, don't let the guards know what you're up to with me."

He handcuffed both of his hands, being put above his head with one hand while the other one was busy exploring his body.

“Let’s see here..” Hunter uncukled Coyle’s belt, ignoring all the complaints and curses. He pulled down the pants, a stiff shaft rose as he expected. “An invitation, I see.”

“Stay away from that thing ! “ Coyle shouted as Hunter locked his gaze to his eyes, hands creeping to his crotch, touching the base of his cock.

“God damn it.” He breathed heavily, as the old man started to rub his standing shaft. The blood on his hand was slick enough to make his movement a little bit smoother.

“Standing proudly even after I beat the shit out of it, is impressive.” Hunter licked his tip, while Coyle held his moan. “Let it out. This is a moment where a man can moan like a virgin having her first time.” He licked the top part of the shaft, then continued the friction.

“You’re…g-gonna pay thi-..this in fucking spade- argh!” His palms clenched under Hunter’s grasp, sweat dripping as cold wind blew on his half-bare thighs.

“Worry not, sweet one. I Will.” His fingers wrapped around Coyle’s cock, then suddenly grabbed it hard. “As long you will obey what I said. Just be a good cop and do what your boss says. Understood ?” His eyes pierced through the soul of the man under him.

“U-understood.” Coyle swallowed his spit bitterly. Ashamed that he was put under submission after all these years of power and control. He just hoped that Murkoff would keep this as his secret.

“Good cop.” Hunter smiled, moving closer to Coyle. As his hand continued giving Coyle pleasure, he ardently kissed him. He was eager, his lust growing as he heard Coyle’s muffled moan as his tounges battle overlapping each other. Both of their spits mixed into one, lips devouring each other. Between the kiss, Hunter felt something wet on his pants. His precum leaked, his cock making his pants tighter raring to be put inside Coyle. “Hold on a second..” he whispered to himself. Hunter continued the make-out, enjoying every inch of Coyle’s mouth like there was no tomorrow. Like they wouldn’t meet each other again the next day.

Coyle clenched his fist harder and cried as he felt something incoming. “I–ugh…”

Hunter hummed in confusion but smiled as he saw the white liquid shot and splattered on his clothes. “You do love ruining my suit with a piece of yourself, ain’t ya.” He chuckled, raising a corner of his mouth. “Naughty boy.”

“You’re the blame for this, fox.”

“Alright. Alright. My fault.” Hunter let go of his hands off Coyle, raising both of his hands in mockery. “I’m sorry Mr. police man. I will pay for the crimes I did.”

Hunter took off Coyle’s sunglasses. “I wanna see your eyes after we had fun, not some dirty shades covered in blood.” He saw the lying electric baton not too far from the table. Must have fallen when he threw Coyle onto the wall. “Treat time !”

Hunter picked up the electric baton, turning it on. The battery attached inside is enough for him to have fun tonight.

“Turn around.”

“My hands are tied up here. You turn me around instead. I’m all yours, what can I do anyway.”

“Very well then.” Hunter laughed in amusement, then he turned Coyle to lie on his stomach. No hesitation, he instantly stabbed his butt with the tip of the baton, electrocuting the electrophilia officer.

Coyle’s body tensed, all of his muscles spasmed as the shock went through all over his body. “ FUCK !”

“You like that don’t you.” Hunter cackled, then continued the second part of the foreplay. He stabbed another spot on Coyle’s butt, electrocuting him many times while Coyle screaming and begging for mercy. “I love seeing you that pathetic.”

“Dumb fuck! You could kill me with it! there’s a limit on that tool and how you gonna use it on me.” Coyle looked on his back, seeing Hunter smile mischievously with his baton

“Like, this limit?” Hunter stabbed another spot, sending more shock to him. “Look at how you dance.”

Coyle wanted to tell him to stop, but his tongue couldn’t move. This is too much, to the point he couldn’t even move. Muscle tensing as his tears started to come. Finally, Hunter let go of the baton from his skin. Coyle dropped his head onto the table, breathing deeply trying to not get a headache. “Enough.. just..enough and put that cock inside me already !”

“Right away, mister.” While Coyle gathered his breaths. Hunter unbuckled his belts and took off his pants.

His cock standing and throbbing, tip wet from the nonstop leaking precum. Murkoff’s laundry better be ready for a fast service because he’s going to wear his suit again the next morning. Hunter rubbed his cock for a moment, spreading the precum to prepare himself. He spread Coyle’s leg, positioning the tip on his hole. He wanted to cherish every moment, every inch of his skin. Slowly, Hunter inserted his cock inside Coyle.

The policeman squeaked, trying to hold himself together as his hole was put a cock inside. A big one, bigger than his. “you fuck..” Coyle whispered between his breaths as his sweat dripped from his forehead.

At last, all of Hunter’s parts are inside Coyle now. One hand was on Coyle’s butt again, while the other was positioned on the cock.

“Really? You’re going to milk me dry while you pump me from behind ?” Coyle was half complained, yet surrendered under Hunter’s submission.

“use your mouth only when you let out a moan or something.” Hunter started his pace, the shaft and the tip massaging the G-spot as well as every inch of the flesh inside. He moved his hip back and forth, while his hand rubbed the cock inside his grasp.

The Table creaked from the movement, while Coyle could no longer hold his moans. He whimpered pathetically, almost high-pitched for his voice. His hole could feel every friction, his prostate being stimulated by Hunter’s fulfilling cock. His mouth opened, drool leaking with the sweat from his temple. He didn’t know where his eyes should focus, his mind was clouded. Overwhelmed with pleasure, guilt, and shame. Wonderful mixed feelings for sex.

“Lord…” Coyle’s toes clenched inside his boots, palms forming fists.

“You really gonna say the name of the lord in this very moment ?” Hunter snorted in disbelief. Coyle ignored his mockery. He didn’t even listen completely to what Hunter said as his hole was thrust countless times, fully conscious, and felt Hunter’s hands rubbing his dick up and down milking him like a cow. He was skilled with how he used his hands Coyle must admit. None of his wives did something like this.

“Ugh…Hunter..” Coyle whimpered.

“Say my mane. I love it when you call me by my name in that way.” Hunter pulled his face closer to Coyle’s ear. “Say it. Say it one more time.”

“Hunter..” Coyle groaned. “Give it all to me. Now.”

“Now ? I supposed I can’t deny that command.” Hunter picked a faster pace, making Coyle shriek every time Hunter hit his G-spot. He moved his hand faster on Coyle’s cock, almost desperately milking him.

One thing Coyle wouldn’t admit was how he found Hunter’s moan as hot. He let out a beautiful voice, almost felt like Hunter was secretly a professional porn star. Oh, he wondered if that opportunistic man ever accepted a porn job offer for a bag of bucks in his wallet.

Hunter thrust his cock hard, making Coyle startled as he snapped from his thought. He growled as he put all of his shafts inside, then let go a load of his seed. He stayed for seconds, picking up his breaths. “Of course, I wouldn’t forget about you.” His hand moved again and continued to milk Coyle until he shot his cum once again onto the floor.

The overwhelming lust finally ended for both of them, a relieving moment. Hunter pulled his cock. Limp, drained with no energy. But he sure knew it would get ready for the next moment in no time. Both of them wearing their pants again, Hunter was filled with pride while Coyle was embarrassed. But at the same time, it was one of the moments where his lust was fulfilled. Just like everything that he wanted, except he was the one being put cock inside.

“Put those clothes of yours in the laundry. We’re gonna use it again again tomorrow. The New guest has come, gotta show some fresh impression.”

“Whatever fox.”

Hunter just chuckled, opening the door like a gentleman for Coyle. “Princess first.”

Coyle just sighed as he went out of the room. He was too tired to yell at Hunter anyway.

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