Leland Coyle x Puppy!(AFAB)Reader NSFW Headcanons ₊˚⊹𐂯 700 Words
A/N: Sorry for the lack of Coyle fic posting, I'm working on a Pre!Murkoff Coyle fic rn, it's just taking a while. I wanted to write something simple so this is what I came up with. ♥ Living up to my "Coyle's Puppy" username in the game!
div creds: top- @/pepsipoet, bottom- @/pixopix
Warnings: It's Coyle-typical bullshit, cigarettes, piss/omorashi, non-con, "puppy play"
Coyle makes you sleep on the floor. Sometimes, he'll allow you on the foot of the bed if he's in one of his good moods after you get him off. You're normally not allowed on the furniture (riding him on the couch or him fucking you over the shitty excuse for a table doesn't count).
Your meals are served on the floor in a shiny, metal bowl. It's not quite kibble, but nowhere near recognizable like the food they put on Leland's dinner tray. If he's in a really bad mood, he'll dump out your water bowl and piss in it, refusing to refill it with fresh water until you finish what he so generously provided for you.
Coyle keeps rolled up newspapers around his room to swat your ass or thighs when you misbehave by trying to use your hands instead of your mouth or not following orders fast enough. If there aren't any newspapers around, his next option for discipline is to snuff out his cigarette on the closest bit of your skin that he can reach.
The locked, leather collar around your neck has a tag (it reads "PROPERTY OF LELAND COYLE"), plus a small bell so he always knows where you are. It drives you insane when you try to sleep at night, but Coyle loves the way it jingles while he's fucking you really hard.
Besides the collar, your daily uniform is a pale yellow dress that's two sizes two small that he ripped off of a dead Reagent during your second week together. The straps dig into your shoulders, your tits spill out the top, and it does nothing to cover your bare hind end when you're on your knees, but it's better than the nothing he could have had you in.
Dogs don't talk. All you're allowed to do is whine, bark, or growl. If you try to use words with him, he'll grab your jaw and shove a makeshift gag in your mouth for hours, forcing you to drool all over yourself while he ignores you.
Leland is even kind enough teach you new tricks. Through trial and error, you learned that "play dead" means laying flat on your back with legs spread, "roll over" is face down with your ass up, and "beg" has you sitting pretty on your knees with your face resting in his lap, looking up at him with your best puppy dog eyes.
Part of your training was learning how to "hold it." Any time you have to pee and bring it to his attention, he tells you to hold it. So you do. You hold it until you're a pitiful, whimpering mess at his feet. If you make a mess before he gives you permission to go, he makes you clean it up with your tongue.
His favorite time of day is when he gets to parade you around the back halls of the facility on your leash before the trials start. Coyle loves the reactions he gets from every employee that passes by as you crawl behind him on your hands and knees.
When he takes you to work with him into the trials, you never know what kind of shift you're in for. Some days he's forcing you through holes in the wall to distract reagents long enough for him to take them out one by one. Other days, he ties you up somewhere within the trial environment while he hunts, leaving you exposed and whimpering, usually in the dark, until he returns.
Reagents who encounter you often pity you and try to help, but occasionally there's a few that get too interested. Like the one man who tried to mount you while you were tied up and alone in one of the cells of the police station during Kill the Snitch. Leland heard your screaming from the end of the hall and came running. You could have sworn you saw fire in his eyes behind those mirrored aviators. You never did find out exactly what he did to that man, but later that night, Coyle fucked you more gently than he ever had before. He didn't take you out with him for a week after that.
This took so long to draw. It was my first time experimenting with halftones (CMYK) as well as my first time drawing Leland. He’s so stupid and stinky.
I was also experimenting with a different art style. I wanted a more old comic book type of feel. I feel like the old comic book style fits Outlast trials so much.
PLEASEEE lmk if you like this art style. I’m not sure if people might prefer my old art style vs this one.
I recorded and edited some of my coloring process while drawing this :p
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