can i trouble you to write the outlast trials PAs (and maybe the expops) 👉🏽👈🏽
Ok so outlast trials has modded outfits and some are skimpy and sexy, so…….. how’d they feel if the reagent wears the said outfit in a trial (pref a fem reagent otherwise gen will do uwu)
This is my first real Trials ask, and I am so happy about it lmao. I love my dirty nasty freaky characters. 🤤🫶🏻
Skimpily dressed reagent NSFW HCs
Coyle is absolutely torn between being upset and being delighted.
On one hand, he’s very possessive and loathes the idea of others in the trial potentially lusting after your visible figure. You’re only his, the rest of those filthy criminal fucks don’t deserve to look at you.
On the other hand, he’s prideful about the fact that he owns someone so delicious and would love to strip off what little clothes you have in front of everyone in order to punish and humiliate you.
Public indecency is a crime, don’t you know? Parading yourself like a slut in front of an officer of the law…
If he catches you, he’s shocking you on every bit of exposed skin while scolding you for dressing yourself like a prostitute.
He’ll drag you out in the open while he strips you bare and has you solve the problem you caused with your mouth. If the obscene choking sounds aren’t enough to let everyone know who you belong to, he’ll be loud enough to make up for it.
“Thought you could flaunt that pretty ass ‘round here like some common whore. Do I gotta handcuff you to my personal quarters? Keep you locked ‘n stuffed to keep you from misbehavin’.”
Goodness! What a naughty gosling…
Futterman is exclaiming that you’re a slut and insulting your figure — ignore that cunt lmao.
Gooseberry is appalled that you would dress in such a manner in a public setting. She’s scrambling to find something for you to cover up with.
She’ll nitpick over you, complaining that you’re going to catch a cold or draw the wrong kind of attention — but it’s all a cover for the fact that you’ve got her hot under the collar.
She’s absolutely enraptured by your figure and how your body moves without clothes covering it. She’d be lying if she said that she wasn’t aroused by your bold choice of attire.
She would definitely ask you to wear it for her in a more private moment. She longs to slip her hands along every bare inch of skin, exploring it and watching as you squirm under her touch.
Gooseberry struggles with insecurity about her body as a result of the mutilations that she obtained in prison, so she somewhat lives vicariously through you. She may not like you dressing barebones in trial, but she adores your confidence regardless.
“Such a pretty gosling for Mother! Let’s get you back safe to my room, and maybe then mama can play with you, darling.”
Baby is in heaven, you’ve made his whole day.
He’ll immediately drop whatever he’s doing to trail after you like a starving dog begging for a bone.
You might as well be a juicy steak served up on a golden platter, the way you’ve got him drooling.
Wolf whistling, cat calling, obscene statements, you name it – not a moment of silence while he’s chasing you.
The instant he catches you, his hands are all over you. He’s pawing at your chest, petting your hips, squeezing your ass, and slipping his hands under your garments.
He doesn’t care who can see, he’s stripping you and sucking on you like a lollipop. By the end of the trial, you’re covered in slobber, hickeys, and your nipples and clit/dick are puffy and overstimulated.
“Holy shit toots, makin’ baby sooo happy. C’mere n’ lemme milk you dry.”
At first, Liliya just watches you. Leaves you in suspense for a good chunk of the trial, wondering where she is while she admires your body.
The way you shiver out in the cold, nipples stiff and figure drawn taut. How beautifully your skin glows by the heaters, a sheen of sweat breaking out across your features. So gorgeous, and all hers.
She only emerges if one of the others present in the trial tries to touch you, or if you complete most of the trial. She drags you off to a silent area and takes her time clawing over the expanses of your skin, marking you as hers.
If you’re real sweet to her, she’ll even finger you to completion right there. How could she deny her lovely little lamb?
After she’s done with you, she’ll cut a piece of your outfit off to keep as a souvenir and watch on with pride as you complete the trial while covered in the evidence of her love.
You better see her immediately after the trial, because she wants to see you on your knees worshipping her in your new attire.
“Bestow your flesh upon me, beloved. Show your faith to me as you do your body.”
Much like Gooseberry, they’re going to be completely aghast at your choice of outfit, especially if it’s one they haven’t approved for you to wear outside their chambers.
They’re disappointed that their favorite subject would take such pathetic measures to fetch their attention.
Arora would be the one more upset about it. Otto would be caught off guard by your revealing attire, but would secretly enjoy it.
Otto convinces Arora to enjoy the show while it lasts, telling her how much easier it is to study your figure running and completing objectives with you bared like this.
She begrudgingly comes around, enticed by watching how your body functions while they hound after you.
Otto teases her for getting wet while looking at you, and she snaps back at him that she’s just looking forward to punishing you when the chance arrives.
When the trial is over, Otto and Arora lock you in their chambers and punish you by edging you while lecturing you on dressing yourself with class and denying you orgasms for a week.
“Such disobedience begets an apology, don’t you think, my love?” “Actions speak louder than words, dear. Get them closer – they can show how sorry they are with their tongue…”
He is so incredibly smug about it.
You’re flaunting what’s his and looking damn good while doing it.
God forbid anyone else touch your bare skin, because he will chuck a molotov straight at their face. Stripper rules – he loves showing you off, but touching is absolutely not allowed.
He loves how exposed you are now. Gives him a better view of the way your sweaty skin glows under his molotov.
If he catches you, you’re getting pinned against a wall and ground against so that you can feel how much he loves your new outfit.
He’ll kiss along your exposed skin with his mask, giving you fresh brands that scream you’re his to any onlookers.
Best believe a piece of the outfit is probably gonna go missing. He’s got a bad habit of taking his favorite pieces from you to use as molotov rags – a bizarre show of his affections towards you.
The instant he sees you, it cues an outpour of words that just won’t stop.
“Do my drugs deceive me, or are you practically naked?”
“Holy fuck doll, looking prettier than me – and that’s sayin’ something.”
“Why don’t you hop up on Doctor Frank’s table? Lemme examine you, baby.”
Only way you can get him to shut up is by letting him feel you up.
He’s tracing you with his gas nozzle, making silly comments about your perfect anatomy and cheekily peeking under the fabric.
He will whine at you and complain until you let him get you high, claiming that you’ll look so much sexier in that outfit while blissed out.
Sleazy bastard will paint the front of your outfit with cum and you’ll have to complete the rest of the trial with his mess drying into the fabric.
Do NOT let him see you unless you’re ready to be walking wrong for the next month.
You’re not finishing the trial, and you’re not going back to your sleep room without a very intensive visit to the doctors after.
He’s pouncing on you the moment he sees you, tearing his nails along your exposed skin and rutting his already half hard dick against you.
“Holy shit glow worm, brighter than the fucking day like this. Offering yourself up as a treat to your great bird of prey, eh?”
It’s a whirlwind of slobber, gnashing teeth, clawing, and machete tearing through muscle.
The outfit is basically shredded into nothingness, and your body is left totally battered and blood soaked.
He may not be able to see you, but he can hear how much smoother your movements are without the weight of fabric surrounding you.
When he gets his hands on you and feels how little you are wearing, he loses his mind.
He can’t stop touching you, feeling how soft your exposed body is.
His arms wrap around you and hold you tight to his stomach so he can rut between your thighs like a dog in heat.
Even as he’s humping you like his life depends on it, he can’t stop petting you and squeezing your soft bits.
“Can feel your skin vibrating. So beautiful and soft and sweet. I need more!”
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