I love them so much it makes my stomach attempt to consume itself, like the levels of adoration creates nausea so so so perfect their dynamic is just so MHMM. I can feel my pupils dilating ⚡️🩺
(might do more of these little self duets so they can actually interact cuz this one was just for shits n giggles 🫣🫣)
Particularly Coyle getting treated like a dog by the doctor~ 🦴
SWF and NSFW if possible 😩🫶
Coyle x Easterman Headcanons
SFW💕
“There’s my little police dog.”
Coyle absolutely hated Easterman calling him that. It was so disrespectful and degrading and humiliating and sexy—wait, no!
He used to want to rip the doctor limb from limb when he called him demeaning things or strapped him down on that table. But now? It kinda turned him on…
Their relationship was a constant battle for dominance. Easterman shoved Coyle roughly onto his desk, paperwork and pens spilling messily to the floor. He yanked on the other man’s tie and wrapped it around his hand, kissing him deeply.
Coyle growled in response, his hips immediately pressing up into the other’s. Easterman tugged harder on his tie, similar to an owner pulling on his dog’s leash.
The doctor smiled when the cop growled again, and then he almost squeaked himself when he felt a rough hand around his throat. Coyle tried to wrestle the man off him so he could be on top, but he got another harsh pull on his tie.
“Down, mutt.”
NSFW💕
Coyle went to shove the doctor off him, but he whined when he felt a hard cock grind into his own. He bucked his up into it like a whore, desperately trying to add friction. He panted like an animal, and then moaned when the other man’s tongue stuffed itself inside his mouth.
Easterman groaned as he tangled his tongue with Coyle’s, rubbing and almost groping his bubbling scars. He broke the kiss and the cop whined again like a pup.
“Let daddy fill you up.”
Easterman purred and panted softly in the man below’s ear. They groaned in unison as their clothed cocks rocked together slowly. He wanted to tease and make him beg, but the doctor’s pants were getting painfully tight.
Easterman unbuckled his belt and Coyle followed suit, scrambling and itching to pull his own off. The cop laid there a mess, his hat and sunglasses gone. He stared up at his owner lustfully, drooling and panting.
“Fill me, daddy… make me your mutt.”
The doctor had completely hypnotised him into a dumb, horny dog. His eyes rolled back and he gripped the edge of the desk tight as it rocked with him. Nails were digging hard into his bare hips as a cock was driven deep between his thighs.
Easterman’s dull eyes were closed and his brow furrowed as he focused on his own pleasure, thrusting roughly into the cop under him. As Coyle groaned, whined and whimpered, it only made him fuck him harsher.
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