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strawberrybunnystuff · 2 months ago

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Outlast Characters Reacting To You Having Thick Thighs

Synopsis: They see your thick thighs firsthand and react to you by calling them to lie down with their heads on them.

Franco Barbi

Being the eccentric flirt that Franco is, he would waste no time in complimenting your enormous thighs. His gaze goes indiscreetly straight to them.

"Madonna mia...those thighs came straight out of a Renaissance painting!"

Franco is so dramatic that he kneels in front of them while sliding and stroking your beautiful thighs.

"So full...so firm...la mia musa ispiratrice...you really know the power you have, don't you? And you know how to use it to drive me crazy."

He would literally treat you like a muse straight out of a sculpted work of art. Make no mistake, he doesn't have only pure intentions with this...

You asking him to lie on your thighs:

Franco is very surprised when you ask him. His eyes are so wide as if he were having the last and only chance to touch a true living masterpiece.

"Oh, how beautiful! Such a divine invitation can only come from the goddess Venus herself."

Franco approaches as he slowly lays his head on her thighs, closing his eyes while smiling charmingly.

"So I can die happy, among this living marble and the perfume of paradise."

Leland Coyle

This dirty cop, first analyzes you. From bottom to top, his eyes run over the flesh of your thighs, then the crooked smile appears at the corner of his lips, his eyes fixed on the space between what you are wearing underneath and the curve of your thighs.

"You really are a naughty little thing, huh?"

He approaches you, with his hand on his belt, lightly tapping it with his finger.

"Have you ever thought about what might happen if you keep teasing me like this?"

Even using his tough cop pose and sunglasses that hide his eyes, you know he is charged with sexual tension.

Leland sees your thighs as a promise to himself. A provocation. This is a game he needs to win.

You calling him to lie on your thighs:

Leland is surprised by your call but soon finds it amusing and mischievous. He crosses his arms in the pose of resistance and arches his eyebrows.

"Do you want me to lie down there? Are you trying to reverse the roles, huh?"

Your resistance doesn't last even minutes. He sighs and then gives in as he approaches you. When his head rests on your thighs, he says:

"Only because I'm addicted to those damn legs..."

And then he turns his face to the side to lightly rub his cheek against your skin, sly as a risky cat that has surrendered to affection.

Mother Gooseberry

Gooseberry is a discreet indiscreet when it comes to her thick thighs. Gooseberry lets out a sweet giggle as she has her burning gaze of sadistic and possessive desire on you.

"So beautiful... so fleshy... so mine..."

Gooseberry will not resist. She kneels down as she runs her cold hands with her sick affection over your legs.

"My dear, you were made to be idolized... and used."

Gooseberry admires your thighs as if they were a throne - where she wanted to spend all eternity kneeling while delighting herself like a decadent and insane queen.

You call to lie on your thighs:

Gooseberry widens her eyes for a second, quite surprised but enchanted. Your gesture catches her off guard and in a way. She smiles with that possessive and passionate way and air.

"Ah, my doll...calling me and wanting to pamper me, is that it?"

She approaches with her false delicacy and subtlety.

And with an enchanting sigh, she lies down with her head on his lap completely in adoration while stroking his thighs as if she were playing art.

The Night Hunter

He is a born observer of all things, the first thing he does is observe. For a long time.

But when he approaches you, the air around him becomes denser almost like a beast approaching.

"...you know what you're doing to me, don't you?..."

His voice is hoarse and low.

When his fingers touch between the skin of your thighs, it's like a reverence - but also with a hidden brutal desire.

"These curves...follow me to our deepest nightmares. I don't want to wake up. Ever."

He is a silent predator, but always intense - and your thighs only make his obsession with you grow even more.

You call to lie on your thighs:

He freezes. Your gesture of slapping your own thighs with your own hands leaves him hypnotized.

He kneels in front of your legs. His eyes shine intensely. When he rests his head on your thighs, his eyes close directly. - As if that place became the only place in the world where he could have peace in the world.

You feel his breathing stop being heavy on your skin.

"Here...", he murmurs. "The only place where I don't hear the screams."

Eddie Gluskin

The perfect husband who is mesmerized and obsessed with your legs. Literally.

"Those... those legs..." - Eddie swallows hard.

"They're made to be in a white dress on a wedding night. Only for me."

He wants exclusivity, he wants to mold you into his ideal wife - but the fascination he has for your thighs makes him more vulnerable than he wants to admit. It's dangerous if anyone else sees.

You call him to lie on your thighs:

He freezes for a second, his cheeks flush slightly, but then smiles as he looks at you full of possessive desire.

"My beautiful bride wants to spoil me, is that it?"

Eddie kneels slowly, like a proper knight before his princess, and gently touches his face.

"You are absolutely perfect for me..."

But inside he is already planning to keep this scene locked away for their eyes only.

Richard Tranger

Always using his sarcastic tone and full of double meanings, Tranger couldn't stop joking about this situation.

"Damn, honey. Do I need scissors or just a warning collar to put around your neck?"

He would make a lot of jokes, but he would be genuinely attracted to them - the kind that pulls you without warning onto his lap and says:

"Come here, before I forget how to behave."

You call him to lie on your thighs:

He lets out a loud laugh, arching his eyebrow with pure sensual mockery.

"Wow... now this is a VIP service."

Tranger throws himself unceremoniously, with his head on your lap and lets out an exaggerated sigh.

"You can even forget about the corporate massacre here with these luxury pillows."

But his fingers are already running along your thighs in a very mischievous way.

Chris Walker

Chris would be the definition of pure instinct. When he notices your thighs, his gaze hardens, his body stiffens, his muscles harden.

He doesn't say anything. He just growls softly, like a warning.

If another man dares to look, Chris's intimidating presence imposes itself like an indestructible concrete wall between you.

But with you, he approaches slowly while his huge hands rest on your legs. Protection. Desire. Dominance.

You call out to lie down on your thighs:

Chris hesitates. His eyes fix on your thighs, then on your face. He seems uncertain...but only for a second.

"Are you sure?..."

When you nod your head in agreement, he finally approaches and lies down carefully, as if you were something fragile that could break if pressed too hard.

He doesn't speak anymore - he just closes his eyes, allowing himself a rare moment of happiness and peace, feeling your warmth and security.

Father Martin

Martin tries to pretend he doesn't care, but he wouldn't resist for long. He would try to see it as something "spiritual".

"The body is truly a divine creation...but it's the soul that enchants me."

But it's a lie - The truth is, he prays fervently after seeing you pass by. His eyes unintentionally travel down your sensual curves, and he whispers to himself.

"Sin has never been so irresistible and beautiful..."

You call him to lie on your thighs:

He tries to disguise the forbidden desire that rises through his body.

"This...is a test, isn't it?"

But when you insist, Martin slowly gives in, resting his head with his eyes closed and a devout expression.

"The body...is an altar. And I, a faithful disciple."

He murmurs it like a prayer, but you feel the slight tremor in his fingers touching your thigh.

Val

Val is a worshipper of the human body - hers, yours, anyone who exudes lust and temptation - and it would be no different with you.

"You are blessed with this temple... and I want to worship every part of it."

He will praise, touch and tease.

"You are rebellious and pleasure in the flesh."

And if anyone else dares to comment, she turns her gaze away with deadly coldness.

"You are my offering, not theirs."

You call to lie on your thighs:

Val smiles, like a snake that has just seen its haste coiling around its tail.

"Ahh... you want to be worshipped, hm?"

She approaches with lust in her eyes and lays her head down as if claiming her throne.

"This... lets me feel all of you... all your beauty... and all your temptation..."

She holds your waist tightly, breathing deeply as if absorbing your essence.

Marta

Marta is firm in herself and her ideologies, but she still has intensity and is not blind. She sees, feels, and her desire manifests itself in the form of obsession.

"Those legs..." - she murmurs almost without self-control.

"Don't tease me, girl. Or I won't answer for myself."

She would act as if she were fighting against her desire - but deep down, she wants you to keep teasing her. Just so she can test how much she can take.

You call her to lie on your thighs:

Marta blinks, she is in conflict with herself. She wants this so much - but her rigid nature resists.

"This is impure..."

But her voice trembles, and when you insist gently, she gives in.

With heavy steps, she kneels and lies down slowly, her eyes fixed on yours.

"Only you... have this power over me."

She holds her legs tightly, as if afraid that this moment will slip away.

Frank Manera

Frank stares at your thighs without any subtlety. Frank is hungry and his eyes, carnal desire.

"Thighs like that... were made to crush. Made for domination."

He approaches, running his fingers over his own blood-stained lips.

"Do you want me to kneel or surrender, huh?"

With Frank everything becomes animalistic. He would lick, squeeze, and look at you as if he had found the true meaning of life between your sensual legs.

You calling him to lie down on your thighs:

He stops in the middle of whatever he was doing. The sound of your palms on his thighs makes his eyes narrow like a predator sniffing out the provocation.

"Do you want me to lie down there? Are you calling me to become your puppy now?"

He approaches with a wild smile, but there is something almost... hidden. Frank kneels down with his head heavy and rests his head on your thighs with a guttural purr.

"I bet it's more comfortable than any pillow I've ever had."

He laces his fingers between your legs, breathing deeply, as if the scent of your skin is a soothing agent for his insanity.

Loutermilch

He tries to behave. He tries. But his gaze betrays the dirty mind behind his polite facade.

"You know you're using this against me, don't you?"

He swallows hard, almost irritated by his own desire, but he approaches you anyway.

"Your manners...and your body...are testing me."

You notice his hand tremble as it approaches your thighs, as if it were touching something sacred - or dangerously forbidden. And when he gives in, his touch is desperate and needy.

You call him to lie down on your thighs:

He freezes. Your boldness in your gesture moves him in a way that mixes anger, lust and submission.

"You're playing with fire."

But even saying that, he can't resist. His tension melts away when his head rests on your thighs.

His eyes close slowly, his mouth parting as if it were a sin to be there.

"You should be ashamed of yourself for leaving me like this... so helpless."

And the way he holds her legs reveals everything - he would never admit it, but that's where he feels most human.

Walrider

As an entity, the Walrider does not have carnal desires like a normal human... but you? You would provoke instinctive reactions in him.

Your thick thighs would draw his attention, and he would circle you invisibly, sending a chill down your spine.

He would appear in flashes - a shadow in the mirror, a reflection that passes...

You calling him to lie down on your thighs:

You can't see him - but you feel him. The air grows colder, the atmosphere heavier. When you pat his thighs, with a smile on your face, a tremor starts in the room.

Suddenly, he partially materializes - a translucent silhouette pulsating with energy. His rational entity fighting against desire.

He says nothing but his ethereal form obeys, slowly lowering itself until his head floats above your thighs.

You feel an electric sensation run through your body as he lies down, as if you had lain down with a tamed thunder.

Rudolf Wernicke

Wernicke is not blind to physical charm, but he analyzes before reacting.

When he sees you with those striking thighs, he cleans his glasses, frowning.

"Curious...there is power and control in your posture, my dear."

But internally, he fights against a thousand scientific and impure thoughts.

You call to lie on your thighs:

This old scientist slowly looks up from the book he was reading. When he sees you with that cheeky look and patting your thighs, he frowns, but an imperceptible little smile appears.

"Well, well...are you trying to distract me from my studies?"

He slowly gets up, approaches and slides his cold fingers up your leg.

"I must admit...it would be an interesting experiment."

And then, he gently lays his head on your thighs, exhaling a deep breath.

Miles Upshur

Miles tries to keep his composure. He's observant, sensitive...but your thighs awaken the most hidden side of him.

You call to lie on your thighs:

When you give him those damn inviting pats, he freezes for seconds, swallows hard.

"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"

He sits on your feet, his eyes running over the curves of your legs until he finally rests his head on the side above them.

"I could stay here forever."

His fingers trace slow lines up and down your thighs.

Waylon Park

This poor man blushes instantly. He's the sweetest, but that doesn't mean he's not melting through his clothes when he sees your curves.

"Jesus, honey..."

He tries to hide it by scratching the back of his neck, trying to look calm, but his eyes still devour you silently.

You call him to lie down on your thighs:

Waylon enters the same room as you while holding a mug of coffee and almost drops it when he sees you calling him in that provocative way.

"Baby?! You...damn."

His face turns red, and he chuckles nervously.

"Do you want me to lie down there?...like, now?!"

You slap his thighs again impatiently and he drops everything and comes to you, as if this were the only chance to obtain a sacred privilege.

"Best pillow in the world..."

He lies down, pressing his face against your soft thighs. Completely in love.

Sullivan Knoth

Sullivan is a true religious fanatic...but you? You're his favorite temptation. Your thighs unsettle him, and he stares with wide eyes and heavy breathing.

"Divine creature...but made in the image of sin."

You beckoning to lie on his thighs:

Knoth is reading his scriptures when you sit down in front of him and begin to pat your own flesh.

He stares at you, with those eyes that condemn yet desire, full of moral conflict. But when you call to him so sweetly and provocatively...he can't resist.

He closes his eyes for a second as he murmurs.

"Damned temptation...and yet, divine."

He kneels as if to pray but instead, slowly lays his head on your thighs.

"Condemned or not, I want heaven between your legs."

Jeremy Blaire

Blaire already has a highly inflated ego, but your thick thighs really take his breath away. He gives that mischievous smile as he adjusts his tie.

"You really know what you're doing, don't you?"

You call him to lie on your thighs:

Blaire enters adjusting the cuffs of his shirt, all starched, ready to brag...until he sees you.

Sitting, thighs crossed, giving those slow pats.

He raises his eyebrows visibly interested.

"Is that an invitation...or an order?"