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most, if not all of my fics are x fem reader/fem oc

todays bird
will byers stan first human second
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year

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art blog(derogatory)
RMH
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
wallacepolsom
Cosimo Galluzzi
i don't do bad sauce passes
Claire Keane
YOU ARE THE REASON
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Game of Thrones Daily
NASA
dirt enthusiast

shark vs the universe

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⋆✴︎˚。⋆ verms’ masterlist
most, if not all of my fics are x fem reader/fem oc

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Plzzzz I need more coyle from u I LOVEE how u write him
AS SOON AS THE NEW OUTLAST SEASON DROPS I PROMISE ILL BECOME MOTIVATED FOR HIM AGAIN
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
hhhmmmm if you would like to be added to a tag list pls lmk !! :D
SNEAK PEAK OF THE PICKES X NATHAN X READER
(while i work on reformatting the entire fic)
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....
UPDATE!! SNEAK PEEK IS OUT RIGHT HERE
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!
god the lady justice idea is amazing,,,, is Shakespeare really dead?
OH MY GOD IM SO GLAD YOU UNDERSTAND ME ANON
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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angel of mercy ꒰ঌ ໒꒱
leland coyle x nurse!fem!reader
18+ (i mean cmon, its outlast)
not proofread and written on 0 hours of sleep
outlast nsfw audio recs !!
OKAYSO being my horny and autistic self, i of course have meshed my audio porn with my hyperfixation so i give you this!! behold!!
(this will be updated as i find more 😋)
Leland Coyle
please, officer
Dr Easterman
let me train you, will ya?
Franco Barbi
whipping the billionaire fuckboy
Mother Gooseberry
another sneaky peek while i work on mr coyles fic
UPDATE !! first chapter is finished
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.
‘Leland Coyle’