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[leland-coyle]

special thanks to red barrels for going all in on Coyle's "Leather Daddy" persona and straight up giving him a mutt. what a beautiful world. send tweet

[0take-me-back-to-eden0]

V’s hands. Send post.

[meow5559275]

doctor easterman 1v1s a kitty and fucking loses

[soothingsuasion]

How the PAs + Ex-Pops + Dr. Easterman would react to other reagents fighting you

Hi everyone! I'm apologize for not posting recently, I've been kinda out of it. Not the fandom, but just in general.

I wanted to write something, though. Consider this a thank you for 100 followers! Truly, y'all are a blessing. I don't have the words to say a proper thanks. When I started writing, I didn't think anyone would like my writing so much. I love y'all. ♡

By the way, I don't mean imposters fighting you. I'm talking about actual reagents who have an issue with you. These will be some possessive headcanons, enjoy!

Leland Coyle:

* You were his favorite reagent. No one but him had a right to touch you. Let alone hurt you.

* When he saw the other reagents in your group start turning on you, he was pissed. He saw how they tried to sabotage you, how they tried to hurt you.

* The final straw was when one of the other reagents managed to drag you down to the floor and start punching you.

* Coyle started full-on sprinting at the reagent. His electron baton already primed over his shoulder.

* He was shouting at the reagent, pure anger behind his voice.

* "You beatnick rape-o hophead motherfuckers aren’t gonna cook what meat I want raw!”

* When the reagent ran from you, Coyle didn’t stop until he was right over you. He grabbed your arm and pulled you back up to your feet. He then dragged you to the nearest hiding spot and forced you in, telling you not to move until the rest of the reagents were dead.

* After Coyle left you, his footsteps grew more confident. He was faster, more determined. He was going to kill the ones that hurt you.

* You saw briefly how he interacted with the other reagents. When he got in arms reach, he jerked them back towards him. Coyle forced them to the floor and didn't waste any time frying them.

* The crackling was loud, and Coyle's degrading names echoed throughout the halls.

* Every scream from the reagents only fanned the flames, making Coyle more excited for the hunt.

* Once Coyle came back to you, he pulled you out of your hiding spot. He put an arm around your waist and guided you with him.

Mother Gooseberry:

* Her favorite gosling? Getting hurt? She couldn't, wouldn't stand for it.

* She kept a careful eye on the other reagents when she noticed they were trying to move traps around.

* Her breaking point was when she realized you were heavily injured from all the traps you had tripped on.

* That's when Mother Gooseberry put the puzzle pieces together. Once she did, there was no going back.

* You had been hit by one final trap when Mother Gooseberry came to you. She firmly but gingerly helped you back up to your feet. She led you to a dark room and told you to wait there for her. Threatening to hurt you if you moved.

* The only thing you heard when you were hiding was screaming, Mr. Futterman’s drill and Mother Gooseberry's footsteps.

* You saw what she did to one reagent. When she had caught them, Mr. Futterman went straight to their forehead. Mother Gooseberry drilled through their skull and to their brain.

* While she was chasing the reagents, you heard a lot from Mr. Futterman. Constant cursing and yelling.

* “You grimy little fucks can't escape the goose grease!”

* Once all the others were dead, Mother Gooseberry did come back to you. She was pleased to see you hadn't moved and praised you for it.

* You noticed she was tired from all the chasing, but still concerned for you. She took your hand and led you to a medical box so you could heal.

* While you walked with her, you could feel her thumb rub the back of your hand. She would apologize that she wasn't there to protect you.

* “I'm sorry Mother wasn't there to protect her gosling. These wretched little children kept me from you.”

Franco Barbi:

* You were Franco’s mommy, his little rabbit, you weren’t gonna get hurt by these limpdick motherfuckers.

* Franco was angry for you. It was like he snapped when he saw the reagents try to lock you in the Chem Co facility. Thankfully, you managed to find your way out, but just barely.

* Franco's first priority was finding you so he could get you somewhere safe. If he found other reagents along the way, he would shoot them. Make them run.

* Once Franco found you, he grabbed you by the back of your ESOP. He pulled you around all the way until you got back to his room, where he kept the heavy grunt.

* He shoved you inside and took a moment to reload Lupara.

* “Don't worry mommy, baby’s gonna make these rat motherfuckers pay.”

* With that, he left. The popping of Lupara’s shots sounded much louder from where you were. You flinched every time you heard it.

* You couldn’t hear much else since Franco was so far from you, most of the time.

* Still, once Franco had killed the other reagents, he came back for you. He had one small bottle of medicine in his hands. He didn’t want you quite strong enough to fight back.

* He threw the medicine at you and waited for you to drink it. After you did, it was like he latched onto you instantly.

Kress Twins:

* They were more than upset, mostly because the other reagents weren't even playing fair.

* They had you do almost everything while bullying you.

* Otto and Arora's breaking point was when they saw a reagent slam your head on one of the metal valves.

* Arora borderline screamed at Otto to go and grab that reagent. Otto followed quickly and caught them just as quickly. He didn't even bother to get the reagent on the floor.

* Otto sawed through the reagent’s back, right on their spine. Once the reagent fell, Otto came running back to you.

* “My dear, look at what they did to our love.”

* “They must pay.”

* Otto grabbed your shoulder and forced you to walk with him. You could feel Arora's hand on your other shoulder, gently rubbing it.

* Otto put you in the nearest hiding spot and then left to find the others.

* You didn't even see any of the other reagents die. All you heard was the hollering, the sawing, and the breaking of glass.

* Still, Otto came back to you. They dragged you out of your hiding spot and brought you into the light. They then checked you over for any injuries. Of course you had some. Once they noticed, they left you once more to go get you medicine.

* When you started feeling a little better, they forced you along with them. Otto didn’t let you go until the doctors had to come and retrieve you.

Liliya Bogomolova:

* You were her little lamb, and she wasn’t going to let anyone else hurt you. That was reserved for her, and her only.

* When Liliya saw the other reagents picking on you, she was already keeping a close eye on them. Stalking them, and hiding around them more.

* Liliya stopped playing nice completely when she saw a reagent rip off the claws on one of her mannequins and stab you with them.

* Absolutely blasphemous, and Liliya wasn't having it. Liliya came out of hiding and bolted for the reagent who had hurt you. She moved right past you and tackled the reagent.

* She dug her claws into the reagent's neck, splitting it open. Once the reagent was limp, she got up and immediately went after the others.

* You slowly got up and covered your wound. You found the nearest bed and went to lay down for a minute. The pain was excruciating.

* It didn't take long for Liliya to get to the others. She had to hold herself back from acting too rash. She was angry, but she couldn't just constantly chase them. She needed to trick them, using her hiding skills. It was easier to get them that way.

* Once they were dead, Liliya slinked back to find you. It didn't take her too long since you hadn't moved very far. She saw you on the bed and rested her claws on you. She scratched lightly before noticing the wound on you.

* You swore you heard a light growl from her lips before she went off to find you some medicine.

* “I will care for you, my beloved.”

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Pusher:

* Pusher didn't like the way the other reagents treated you. He saw what they did, putting you in harm's way.

* Forcing you into traps, locking doors behind you so you couldn't escape the prime assets.. it didn't ever stop.

* Pusher would try and keep the other reagents in psychosis. Not you, though. Pusher always moved past you.

* “Don't worry baby, these bitches are in for a wild ride.”

* He would move antidotes away from the other reagents, just to keep them in psychosis longer. It would eventually work, killing at least 1 of the others.

* Pusher would also move medicine, making sure it was easier for you to find.

Pitcher:

* Pitcher hated it. He saw the way they treated you, like you were some sort of outcast.

* Pitcher would throw more molotolvs out. He did try and make sure you didn't get hit by them, but no promises.

* He would scream more often, too. It was louder than normal and sounded more strained. You would hear Pitcher growl and grumble to himself, but you couldn't make out anything he wanted to say.

* You noticed Pitcher would keep a close eye on you. Every time he saw you, his eyes scanned you for new injuries. He almost always found them.

* Pitcher would get so angry that he eventually stopped leaving the trial environment. If he ever did, it wasn't for long.

Night Hunter:

* The Night Hunter, like the others, hated seeing you hurt at the hands of these other reagents.

* The other reagents only hurt you so much before the Night Hunter decided you needed to stay with him.

* He wouldn't let you leave dark areas, and he always needed to have you in his line of sight.

* “I see you glow worm. For what they did to you, they're gonna fucking die.”

* Every time reagents would come in the room, the Night Hunter may as well have turned into the pouncer.

* He caught them and lacerated them until you could hardly recognize them.

* If the Night Hunter ever came across bandages, he would give them to you. Possibly even try to put them on you himself.

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Dr. Easterman:

* He would watch your trials. You were supposed to be hurt, but not like this.

* Easterman thought it would make you stronger at first. He thought it would teach you not to trust others. So, he let it continue.

* Then, he realized every reagent that you got paired with tried to kill you. That's when Easterman took action.

* Even for him, it was hard watching his little lamb get bullied. So, Easterman forbade other reagents from doing trials with you.

* If the doctors forgot you needed to do trials alone and let another reagent go with you, the Jaeger needed to be put in the trial. The Jaeger was then forced to go after the other reagent(s).

* If you were stuck with another reagent, Easterman would monitor the trial closely. Just to make sure you didn’t get hurt. Beyond what you were supposed to, anyway.

* If he saw the other reagent(s) hurting you, he would force the doctors to go in and grab you.

* He would talk to himself about you after your trials. He would occasionally leave you special voice messages on your radio.

* "I see how hard you're working and how sore those precious hands are. These others are just a distraction. Keep your attention on me, little lamb."

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I wanted to make this post longer so it felt more special. Seriously, thank you all so much for 100 followers. I can't say it enough.

I want to get more posts out there, and I hope I'll do it soon! As I said before, I've been kinda out of it recently. Just sorta sluggish.

I appreciate everyone's support greatly, and I highly enjoy reading y'all's submissions! I hope you (yes you) have a great day. Much love and affection. ♡

[mutilatedscrap]

First impression will always stick…

“Yer one ugly son of a bitch, ain't ya?” Coyle muttered.

You let out a sharp tsk and swatted his shoulder. “Don’t you talk to him like that. He just popped out.”

Coyle shifted the quiet bundle in his arms, his face twisted in mock disbelief. “I’m serious. Does this look cute to you? Truly?”

“...Well, he's got your face,” you countered.

Now it was Coyle's turn to scoff. “My genes ain’t nuthin’ but the finest,” he drawled, smoothing his palm over his scalp as if he were slicking back a head of thick hair. He reached out, poking you square in the ribs. “You’re the one that’ss rotten to the core. No wonder he’s all red and squished and…

Lord, he’s just a mess.”

You smacked his arm again, trying to defend the boy while biting your tongue to keep the laughter from spilling out.

“Quit your yappin' and just admire him,” you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “I spent a good few hours pushin' that little devil out into the world.

Least you can do is appreciate it.”

Coyle tilted his head one way, then the other, contemplating like he was checking the alignment on a fence post.

“Alright,” he conceded. “Fair enough.”

Yup. Sturdy.

He looked back down at his son. “He’s got your eyes. And my hair.”

“Pfft! What hair?” You let out a tired giggle, reaching up to tap his bald.

“You know what I mean, woman!” He let out a snarl.

You sank back into the covers, the warmth of the room and the sound of his voice dragging you toward sleep. You took one long look at your boys—the big one and the brand new one—before finally letting your eyes drift shut.

[astral--inkwell]

Scapegoat

♡ Summary: Deemed a liability for Murkoff Corporation, you are swiftly taken from the sleep room and placed into a trial. Not as a reagent, but a scapegoat. Lucky for you, the Prime Asset you're placed under is utterly obsessed with you!

♡ A/N: There's a joke at the beginning that clashes with the tone of the rest of the fic, but I thought of it and it made me laugh, so, it stays.

CW: yandere, GRAPHIC depictions of violence, light angst, hurt/comfort, descriptions of acid and what it does to skin, hot wax (not in a kinky way), needles, very slight degradation from easterman, unethical science, broken bones, swearing, reader regresses a little from the fear and all the drugs the scientists have pumped in them, kidnapping (kind of), this is an outlast fic you probably know what you're getting into

The Prelude...

“Is this because I called it “Jerk-Off” corporation? Because I swear I was just joking-!”

You were cut off abruptly as a needle pierced the skin of your neck and filled your system to the brim with sedative. The scientist who did it rolled their eyes and hauled you up onto the table, muttering to themself. 

Dr. Easterman shook his head in disappointment as he watched you through his screen, “Only partially,” he said to your unconscious form. It was really a mix of your lackluster performance and the fact that he had noticed that the Prime Asset he was sending you to was, for lack of a better word, infatuated with you. It was always a shame to lose a reagent, but it was all in the name of science. In the name of Murkoff.

Easterman took a drag of his cigarette.

“Let the trial begin.”

Sargent Leland Coyle

“Let- let me go!” You sobbed, “I-I-I’m gonna call the pol-police!”

Restrained to the Judge’s bench, you thrashed every which way, occasionally choking yourself on the noose wrapped around your neck. Coyle stood in front of the entrance to the courtroom, gripping his baton so tightly his knuckles were turning white under his glove.

“Don’t you worry, sweet thing!” He called out, “I’m already here, and I ain’t gonna let no criminal scum touch a hair on your pretty little head!” 

He turned his gaze to glare at the mannequin in blue, sitting so primly in her chair in the accused’s section, “And I ain’t gonna let that bitch walk again…”

Coyle lifted you from the bench with an uncharacteristic tenderness. Your crying had quieted substantially, but your voice raised back to a sob when your broken ankle swayed limply. 

The reagent had managed to get you once before Coyle had slammed them to the ground and crushed part of their skull with how hard he had thrust his baton at them, but he didn’t stop there. He had turned the electricity on so high and kept it in their head for so long that the entire courtroom was filled with the smell of burnt flesh by the time he was done.

Leland pressed his mouth into your scalp, no longer cloaked in burlap, but didn’t kiss. Instead, he breathed your scent in deeply, like an asthmatic with their inhaler. You shook in his arms and tried to ignore the throbbing in your ankle.

Mother Gooseberry/Phyllis Futterman

“I-I want my mama…” Your voice was low and thick with tears, “Want my mama, want my mama…”

Mother Gooseberry’s heart shattered into a thousand pieces at the sound of your abject misery. She pet your head through the burlap sack and leaned down, “Hush. Hush, hush, hush, my poor baby… Don’t fret, Mother’s here, Mother’s here…” 

“Grandpa’s not gonna let any fucks put their filthy handses on you!” 

“Gently, Daddy, gently…”

Phyllis wiped the wax off your skin the best she could, humming and cooing every time you groaned in pain.

“There, there, sweetheart, I know it hurts. Mother’s going to get it all off of you…”

The air stunk of iron and sulfur, and the bag was still covering your head. Gooseberry had immediately devoted her attention to getting all of the wax off once the screams had stopped.

You didn’t really want the bag off soon, anyways. You didn’t want to see what had happened to the people you used to eat and arm wrestle and play chess with.

Franco "Il Bambino" Barbi

“Want my goggles back…” You murmured between whimpers and sniffles, “M’scared of the dark…”

Franco couldn’t quite make out what you were saying, but it didn’t bother him very much, because he had more urgent matters to take care of at that moment.

“Shh, y’don’t have to say nothing, baby. Come on, let’s get you comfortable.”

He wheeled you into the panic room, securing you at the end of the trail. He grabbed your cheek through the sack on your head, pulling you towards him and pressing a kiss to your other one through the scratchy fabric, soaked with your tears.

“You stay right here, and I’ll be right back, swear to god. Just gotta take care of these fuckin’ rats.”

Pink water pooled around Franco’s dirty shoes as he gently held your chin up with one hand and a hose over your head with the other. You shivered as the cold water ran down your body and soaked your clothes, washing the blood from the tank away. 

In contrast to your freezing, vulnerable form, Franco had a look of utter confidence and relief on his countenance.

“See, sweetness? Took care of those fuckin’ finks for you. Ain’t no fuckin’ scabs can take the money out of the pockets of hard-working folks like us.”

He tilted your head back and kissed you on the nose, humming to himself in contentment all the while.

Otto and Arora Kress

Your breathing was loud and labored under the cheap plastic of the mask as you weakly squirmed in your restraints. 

“Don’t wanna die- I don’t wanna die!” Your voice was a quiet, pathetic wail, wet with the phlegm gathering in your throat.

“And so you won’t, darling!” Otto called out to you from across the fountain. Though Arora had already busied herself with fiddling with the “water” guns pointed at you, trying to find some way to make them malfunction, she muttered to herself, “None of those fucking mutts are going to touch you.”

Otto’s heart ached for you as you whimpered in your fitful sleep. He could hear your legs shuffling in place under the sheets.

Arora was bent over, her face only a foot from yours as she spread a homemade salve over the parts where the acid had gotten you. The only reason you were able to fall asleep in the first place is because she had knocked you out with a sleeping gas the moment they managed to get you down from the fountain.

In a way, you were lucky. Not many people who came under their hands had the privilege of anesthesia.

When she was done, Arora let her wrinkled hand rest on your forehead for a moment before tapping Otto on the arm. He turned around to see your sleeping, blistered face, and leaned over you, pulling the blankets up to your chin.

“Tout ira bien,” he murmured, “Tout ira bien.”

♡ Taglist: @palesweetscherryblossom

[not-not-notimportantx0]

cw // age gap shit, abusive dynamics, power dynamics……, Leland Coyle is his own warning.

(Note that reader insert is imagined to be 18-19 while Coyle is 31-32)

Adding onto prev kinda

controversially large age gap pre murkoff Leland Coyle and reader insert… like barely legal reader who thinks the world of Coyle. Reader insert who’s wrapped completely around his finger because I mean who wouldn’t be in that situation, the big strong handsome officer, a true man having interest in them of all people?

Ughhhgthrff Coyle who’s really sweet, gentle and considerate at first. Lets reader set the pace, doesn’t push for anything until reader asks for it, theyre so much younger after all, its only right. Absolute gentleman, maybe even shuts down anything that goes a bit too far (reader thinks he doesn’t wanna rush into anything with them when they’re not ready… in reality he just doesn’t want to risk getting caught and potentially tanking his reputation because he’s extremely fucking paranoid about it.)

And then he starts getting a little more comfortable, a little more handsy. And yeah maybe he’s only sneaking reader out of their parents home at ungodly hours of the night, and maybe the hours of their “visits” are getting a little later each time but it’s just because Coyle only wants reader all to himself, no interruptions or prying eyes… surely…

Maybe the groping gets a little worse each time til he’s practically fingering them through their pants. Messy heated make out sessions in the back seat, where he can’t help but to squeeze and paw at every inch of them, grinding up against them while they’re in his lap…

Coyle beckoning them in for a drive around the block one night… driving just slightly too fast for them to be able to get out safely even if they wanted to—if they needed to, essentially trapping them in with him. Out of nowhere asking if they’ve ever thought about having sex, if they’re still a virgin, if they even know how to get themself off…

Mmmmfndnff him coercing reader insert into giving him head from the passenger seat of his car,,, just once, he promises. Just this one time and reader may be uncomfortable but hey they’ll try anything for the first time if it means Coyle is happy with them.

Also the fact that he’s kind of scary as shit when he wants to be and has them isolated in the middle of the night in his car a few miles from home probably doesn’t help… LOL.

Coyle forcing their head down a little further with each pass when they finally give in, watching them choke and gag and try so hard to be good for him. Ouughhgh them being so so scared to disappoint him, half out of the emotional damage it’d do to them if he had even an ounce of negative feeling towards them, half out of concern that he might just lash out.

Reader insert tolerating it even as Coyle holds them down for increasingly longer periods of time just to watch them gasp for air before they get shoved back down again.. he’s a grown man, surely he knows what’s best, even when their vision starts blurring. He wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt them, after all, it’s completely fine…

[not-not-notimportantx0]

ughjgghggg stalkery Pre-Murkoff Leland Coyle…

Leland Coyle who decides to take on extra patrols around ur specific block “just to be thorough” except he only does it late at night and slows down a little too much for comfort when passing ur house…

Mmgnfnd Leland Coyle who debates breaking and entering, and contemplates sneaking into your room while you’re asleep just to watch… (spoiler alert he settles for the window view)

Maybe even really possessive Coyle who takes notice of whatever other guy you’re interested in and said guy conveniently disappears without a trace soon after… and of course Coyle is the one to find the tbh really fucked up and grotesquely brutalized body, who would ever suspect he’d have anything to do with it though? I mean cmon it’s officer Coyle after all…….

[hime-kaji-louie]

The return of yandere reader and pre murkoff Coyle...

Let's say Coyle yandere reader sees Coyle spend a little too much time with another waitress or another lady in the town, when the two are in private, yandere reader says: "that's not very in love with me of you." And they say it with the same grumpy face Niki did in that one moment in obsession....

tw yandere themes, death

"I'm sorry, sweetheart." Coyle tries to console you as you both sit on the bench near the water, watching the water bubble quickly, then slowly stop. You left some space between you & Coyle as you both watched the very waitress you were jealous of drown in the lake.

Coyle loved to make you jealous because he loves the way you show your very devotion to him. Unkillable, determined, & absolutely lovely in his eyes. However, something about this time felt off. "You ain't mad at me, right?"

You remained silent, but you huffed.

"Come on, baby. It was just a waitress, like anyone else. She wasn't all that."

"If she wasn't all that, you wouldn't spend every minute with her." You completely turn your body away from Coyle, trying to ignore his gaze completely. "You're not in love with me anymore."

"Aw, baby.." Coyle scoots closer to you. "I love ya more than anything in the goddamn world." He begins to rub your turned back, comforting you. "I could've gotten rid of her sooner if ya just asked me. Hell, I'd have her head on a stick & give it to ya." Coyle places his chin on your shoulder. "So don't be mad, honeybun. That's my job."

You caress his stubble face as you try to hide your little smile. "Well, women have always had a thing for a man in uniform." You joke.

"But, I always have eyes fer only you, puppy."

[coylesmutt]

stickin' my nose right in Coyles nasty sweaty leather-clad crotch...

[sister-liliya]

sometimes i miss the land beyond my resort. air conditioning does not feel the same as the bitter cold. this is the flag of my home country.

[sister-liliya]

,, wrong image.

[vesselstiddystrap]

[not-not-notimportantx0]

I like this pre murkoff Coyle sketch enough to post it on alt

[despairinglambsinner]

Happy Pride Month

[sirensrest]

premurkoff them..my fave primes..maybe a ship maybe not if u want it to be

bonus piece i did of them

[pl4stiche4rt]

cw for slightly suggestive

[rabirayrana]