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Dude you unlocked a whole new part of me with that leland suggested nsfw audio… like I honestly am speechless with this newfound knowledge of what I like. Anyways thanks a bunch! Xoxo
STOP THATS WHAT I LOVE TO HEAR!! this has def given me more motivation to update it more regularly:3
The world was a blur of white heat and rhythmic friction. Pickles was in the zone that deep, trance like state a drummer hits when the tempo is perfect and the crowd is a roaring ocean. The coke had turned the sensation of her clit piercing against his tongue into a supernova, and he was chasing it, his fingers digging into her thighs as he worked with a feverish, desperate precision.
He was so far gone, so completely lost in the "stuff" She had promised, that the heavy, ominous atmosphere of Mordhaus had vanished. He didn't hear the heavy thud of the door. He didn't hear the slow, rhythmic footsteps of a man who usually moved like a god.
Then, a sensation that wasn't hers broke the trance.
A massive, heavy hand unmistakably large, unmistakably Nathan's slammed onto the back of his head. It wasn't a gentle touch; it was a firm, grounding weight that pinned his face even harder against her slick heat, holding him in place.
Pickles froze. His heart, already racing from the drugs, suddenly felt like it was trying to kick its way out of his ribs. His eyes flew wide, staring at the soft skin of her inner thighs, only to look up and see her. She wasn't screaming. She wasn't panicked. She was looking down at him with a lopsided, knowing, almost mischievous grin, her eyes bright with the shared secret of their recklessness.
The realization hit him like a physical blow to the stomach. The weight on his head. The silence of the room that wasn't quite so silent anymore. The heavy, brooding presence looming over them.
"Oh... fuck," Pickles choked out, the word muffled against her skin.
He didn't dare move. He didn't dare pull away. He just lay there, paralyzed by a cocktail of pure, unadulterated terror and a bizarre, manic sense of triumph. He had done it. He had actually done it. He had crossed the line, and he was currently being held in place by the very man he was supposed to be hiding from.
Slowly, his eyes drifted up past her hips, past her smirking face, to the shadow towering above them. He could see the edge of Nathan's dark clothes, the silhouette of his hair, and the terrifyingly calm stillness of the man himself.
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may or may not have written a lil something about Pickles and Nathan making out on readers pussy and then frotting in between your hands......... maybe....
hmmm eddie who finds himself a pretty nurse who got trapped during the breakout. carefully plucking her from the bloodied walls of mount massive.
eddies mind blooming with quiet, reverent imagery—his nurse as a garden.
not wild or untamed, not overgrown with weeds of imperfection… but tended. nurtured. a sanctuary where only the purest things could grow.
and he—the gardener. not some brute hacking at dirt, but a devoted caretaker who pruned carefully, watered softly… and planted something beautiful: his legacy, his love knitted into flesh through her.
she wasnt just another lost soul found now—she wasnt another failed bride-to-be waiting for scalpels and stitches…
She was sacred soil.
and eddie? he would worship it properly. he would worship her properly
its really hard to write fanfiction about your favorite murder pervert when youre a radical leftist feminist lesbian and everything they do gives you the fucking ick. be more normal around women, murder pervert!
pre murkoff coyle x criminal lawyer……. coyle getting put in his place by much smarter woman……
a trial something along the lines of ‘kill lady justice’ where victim is dress up as lady justice while reagents try to kill them in some way but we’ve ALL heard what coyle says about lady justice so he actually finally kills all the reagents and then freaking worships lady justice and is like sooo pathetic
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thats the description you couldnt quite shake. it was a compliment, you supposed, but it felt demeaning in some way. being young nurse fresh out of med school, you didnt expect to be taken seriously, thats why when you got the opportunity work in this experimental facility you practically jumped at the opportunity.
growing up and hearing stories of all these incredible nurses being heaven sent during the war filled you with passion, with drive. while the sinyala facility didnt quite fill you with heroism, it was something, and it was a job.
the briefing was almost disturbingly intense, long and gruesome but you managed to convince yourself it was simply a precaution. the slightly older, almost dead-eyed nurse who introduced herself as Nurse Barlow showed you to your room and locker before handing you a clipboard and a key to the store room which help all the medication, first aid and any other medical equipment you could ever need.
“youve only got one patient tonight, one of our senior nurses is retiring soon as planned. Doctor Easterman factored in a single-patient shifts for the nurse taking over for her”
you nod, making a small hum in understanding. the blonde nurse gave you a tight, almost sympathetic smile before gracefully stepping out of the room. exhaling deeply, you lower your gaze down to the clipboard, filled with names of patients along with their corresponding medical needs for each night. one particular name was circled in red ink.
‘Leland Coyle’
pushing the medical cart out of the pharmacy, you start the surprisingly short walk to the prime asset medical bay. you knock gently on the pristine, almost too-white door.
“mister coyle? may i come in?”
you hear a low grunt of acknowledgment and you take that as permission. you push open the heavy door slowly before guiding the cart inside. leland isn’t looking at you, hes got his glasses covered eyes trained some poster as he reclines in the medical bed.
“alright, you may need to be patient with me as its my first day but i think—“
a low wolf-whistle cuts you off.
“well look at you.. sendin’ me the fresh meat huh? i gotta say.. i think we’re gonna get along muuuch better than that old bitch they had lookin’ after me before.”
he drawls with an obnoxious chuckle.
you huff out breath of air and force a polite smile.
“what seems to be bothering you today? its says here you were complaining of lacerations to your face, is that correct?”
leland scoffs before answering.
“well fuckin’ look at me, those little commie shits threw bottle at me! which is assault against an officer i might add.”
he recounts with increasing volume and anger. you paw through some of the medications nurse barlow had instructed you to pick up. these were all.. pretty heavy duty, but you supposed everything is in this place. the shuttle ride into the facility had been like stepping into another world.
you slide open the top drawer of the trolley and pluck out two morphine sulfate pills and handing them to leland along with a paper cup of water. he gulps them down with a groan.
“may i take a closer look at the cuts?”
“you can get as close as you want honey”
his answer makes your jaw tick. how women can be so pestered in one of the only fields they dominate never fails to amaze you.
but, you swallow the insult that had been rising up your throat and bend down slightly to get a better look, placing a hand on his jaw to tilt his head from side to side gently.
at this distance, you could smell the tobacco and blood seemingly radiating off of him. it makes you suppress a grimace.
the cuts werent too bad, definitely not deep enough to require stitches. they had already been cleaned by an on-site nurse and they didn’t look too inflamed.
“the cuts seem alright, just try to keep them as clean as you can for the next little while. if you notice them becoming hot or increasingly painful, please let somebody know.”
“hell, if gettin’ these infected is gonna let me come and see that sweet ass of yours i might have a roll around in the mud.”
he cackles, finding himself far too amusing. but, of course, you chuckle along dryly. something you had learnt to do when talking to these kinds of men.
“its a real shame y’know, pretty young things like you havin’ to work when y’all could be home taking care of… womans duties.”
womans duties my ass, you internally scoff.
“i find this kind of work much more fulfilling, much like you with your police work.”
“‘scuse me? listen sweetheart.. cute as you playin’ doctor is—it aint nothin’ compared to me enforcing the law.”
he chuckles condescendingly and you nod along, kicking the brakes off of the trolley. coyle stands up, hand immediately diving into his pocket and pulling out a cigarette before lighting it. he ‘accidentally’ blows a plume of smoke into your face as he steps out of the infirmary, two guards immediately escorting him to his sleep room.
you let out a shudder, rubbing your temples. these types of patients were inevitable but none the less painful.
so you when you walk back into the staff room and glance at the timetable, your heart dropping when you see your name marked next to each appointment with Leland Coyle.
SIGH okay first fic i’ve written in years and i lowkey feel like its a whole load of nothing BUT i needed to start somewhere and i wanna continue this as a slow burn 😋😋
also i am NOT in the medical field but this is a fake videogame set in the 60s so WHATEVER
lil sneak peek/intro of a coyle x fem nurse reader fic that ive ben stewing on for a few weeks 😋 lmk if anyone would be interested in reading the full one when i finish
bright eyed and bushy tailed.
thats the description you couldnt quite shake. it was a compliment, you supposed, but it felt demeaning in some way. being young nurse fresh out of med school, you didnt expect to be taken seriously, thats why when you got the opportunity work in this experimental facility you practically jumped at the opportunity.
growing up and hearing stories of all these incredible nurses being heaven sent during the war filled you with passion, with drive. while the sinyala facility didnt quite fill you with heroism, it was something, and it was a job.
the briefing was almost disturbingly intense, long and gruesome but you managed to convince yourself it was simply a precaution. the slightly older, almost dead-eyed nurse who introduced herself as Nurse Barlow showed you to your room and locker before handing you a clipboard and a key to the store room which help all the medication, first aid and any other medical equipment you could ever need.
"youve only got one patient tonight, one of our senior nurses is retiring soon as planned. Doctor Easterman factored in a single-patient shifts for the nurse taking over for her"
you nod, making a small hum in understanding. the blonde nurse gave you a tight, almost sympathetic smile before gracefully stepping out of the room. exhaling deeply, you lower your gaze down to the clipboard, filled with names of patients along with their corresponding medical needs for each night. one particular name was circled in red ink.
snowghoul
titsay
yousharknotpass
