pre-murkoff! coyle x new officer! reader where coyles been assigned to train him on duty.... coyle cant seem to keep his eyes off of the reader and reader cant say anything because theyve worked so hard to get this job so they compensate and think maybe coyles just evaluating him to see if hes mentally strong enough to be a cop..... been thinking about this sssooooo much recently AUGH i need more ideas with working alongside him because ik hes evil on the job.......
‧˚꒰⚡️꒱༘‧–City boy˚₊· ͟͟͞͞--
「Pre-Murkoff Leland x Newbie cop!reader」
Warnings-> internalized homophobia/“sissy”/“faggot”/drunk sex/mentions of murder/and overall nsfw so mdni!!! I will call ur parents>:3
There might be miss spelling and if so I apologize!! I feel crazy because I kept rereading so lmk if I messed up any<33 @supesposting
You never thought you’d make a small town like Blackwell your home, especially since you’ve always been a city boy from Philadelphia. But here you are, training as a policeman with a high-ranking officer named ‘Leland Coyle.’ He seemed nice, maybe with a few snarky remarks here and there, but overall laid-back.
“S’not how it works. Fix your hips,” Leland grunts out from behind his hands on your hips, trying to subtly adjust you. “Arms straight and fix that posture,” Leland says, grabbing your wrist and forcing them correctly. “There, now aim, city boy.”
He always called you that ever since he heard you came from Philadelphia. He couldn’t help but joke about a city boy like you in this small town. Maybe it’s to spend your time with him, at least he likes to think so; why else would a handsome guy like you come down?
“C’mon, city boy, you can do better,” Leland laughs as he tightens his forearm against your throat, making you choke. “I tap out—tap out,” you groan, your voice cracking. “Nuh uh, sweetheart, these street rats would kill you, so fight me like your life depends on it.” “F-Fuck, please, I-I tap out,” you repeat desperately, clawing at his arm for air. “Please doesn’t stop the guys from beating you, sweetie,” Leland smiles and presses you closer against his chest, purposely trying to grind against you without making it too obvious. ‘Mama Coyle didn’t raise a sissy fag… but this isn’t gay. I’m okay, this is okay.’ he thinks to himself before coming back to his senses and releasing you. “Let’s go get cleaned up, city boy,” you cough and nod. “Yeah, sure thing…”
Showering with Leland isn’t necessarily bad; it’s what the other guys do, but for whatever reason, this feels different. Being near him feels different.
“Strip before I rip ‘em off you,” Leland mumbled, tearing his shirt off and kicking his underwear aside. “Right now…? Can’t I do it in a stall—?” “No, you can’t. We all strip like this. It’s not any different with me here, city boy. Now strip,” his voice seemed different, but you can’t put a finger on it. “Happy?” you asked, covering your crotch, to which Leland grabs your wrist, forcing your hand away. “Don’t hide your dick—stop being a pussy. Man up.”
You keep your back turned to Leland the whole time, feeling embarrassed about yourself. Hell, you’ve never showered with other men before; it feels wrong, but you can get used to it, but only if you ignore the stares from your superior officer.
“Fucking faggot… tight ass, nice dick. Bet you’d love to get full, huh? F-Fuck… stupid sissy, just begging to be fucked by me. Shit, I- nnhh… just- Just begging to get hurt by my hands like a whore on the street-“ Leland curses profanity after profanity all to your name while he jerks off on his couch, imagining you bent over on the cop car, maybe a little road head. “F-Fuck I-“ he bites his lip, trying to stifle his groans as he cums over his stomach.
Another day, another stare-down, but maybe it’s a misunderstanding on your part after all. He seems not to mean harm; why would he mean it anyway?
A low whistle gets tossed your way when you walk in early. “City boy’s getting here early for me now, hm? Miss me?” Leland jokes with a smile. “I came to drop off paperwork, actually.” “Mm, shame… thought my boy missed ol’ Leland.” You smile and shake your head. “I miss you because I want to get better at my training.” “S’not like you don’t like me; nope, just miss our training.” As you sit down, you notice Leland’s hand slowly rubbing against his crotch, but he’s probably thinking of his wife or something. ‘Just ignore it,’ you think to yourself. “So… any coffee?” you ask, sitting down to get to work. “Hm… you can have mine, or you can say please, and I’ll get ya one.” “Please, officer Coyle, may I get a coffee?” you mockingly reply. “There’s a good sport.”
When he gets up, it’s like pressure is being lifted from your shoulders. It’s different with him away; it always has been.
“Here’s your coffee. I added creamer for you.” Something about his tone felt off, but maybe you were overthinking it all. “Thanks.” You take a sip. It’s a little bittersweet and kind of salty, but it’s fine. “Taste good, sweetheart?” Leland asks. “It’s… It’s not bad.”
Months go by, and Leland still fantasizes about you at home. Even when he gets intimate with his wife, he thinks of you, completely ignoring her to fantasize about you. “It’s not gay—I’m not fucking gay,” he thinks to himself constantly. It’s gotten so bad that his wife has started complaining and even caught him talking about being with you—another man. “Leland, what is wrong with you!? Is this why you push me away? Because you’re gay!?” she yelled. ‘Stupid bitch should’ve kept her mouth down… maybe then she’d be alive and breathing,’ he thinks. “I’m not gay! It’s not gay—I just—it’s you! It’s all your fuckin’ fault! What type of wife can’t please her husband, huh!? You think you’re right here? You think you got any say, you fuckin’ cunt!?” Maybe she’d be here instead of being six feet under. Next time, she’ll learn to keep to herself. You and Leland got closer after he spoke to you about his wife, of course. He kept things vague and played it off like a sad husband in distress. He wasn’t sad, though; he was free—free from a woman who could’ve ended his career as a stand-up police officer.
“Got you some sweets. Heard you like them,” you spoke softly, trying not to anger Leland. “Thanks, city boy… means a lot, y’know?” He flashed a small smile and took a doughnut. “You don’t gotta do this, y’know? It’s been months… no need to treat me like a child.” “I just wanted to be nice,” you shrug. “Meet me after work. I wanna get a few drinks with ya.”
A few drinks, he said, he never meant that; he just wanted to spend some time with you, maybe do more if you got drunk enough. But it seemed he’d ruin his own plans by drinking more than necessary.
“Y’know, I’ve always thought highly of you, sweetheart. Never— hic —never thought you’d be a fa-failure, and I’m right..” Leland smiles lazily and reaches under the table to rub your thigh. “L-Leland..?” “Shhh, don’t make a scene, hon. I’m just being friendly.” You look around; nobody else is around, not even the waitress or bartender, it seems, so you relax.
“I’m gonna be sick..” you mumble while you lean against Leland’s shoulder, burying your face into his neck. ‘So warm..’ you think. “City boy, what’s the- hic -matter?” “Mmm.. you’re so warm..” you close your eyes and nuzzle closer, lips pressing against Leland’s throat. “Sweetheart, I’m g-gonna do something if you keep this up,” Leland warns, but he’s already moving his hand up to your crotch, fingers already trying to slip under. “Mmn Leland..” you slur. “Shh baby, I’m gonna t-take care of- hic -you,” his hand slips under your pants, lazily untucking your shirt to get closer. “Feeling good h-huh? Already s-so hard..” Leland mumbles softly as he strokes you from within your pants, already brushing the pulsing vein on your shaft. “Nnm..” you whimper.
You would have released in the bar, but it closed as soon as you got to that peak. Luckily, Leland was willing to ‘help’ you at his place. The way to his house was messy, but at least he didn’t crash.
“Look at you, ’m gonna take real g-good care of you, city boy,” he mumbled against your neck, his voice shaking with each breath. “Leland, I’m gonna—” you whimpered, fingers digging into his hair as you dug your heels into his back.
You can’t help yourself as you bite down into his shoulder; his dick feels so good. Is this gay? Are you gay for doing this? Being gay is illegal, but if it’s so wrong, why do you feel so good? This is different from fucking girls with him it feels better. You feel better around him often. Maybe you are gay, maybe he is too. Is that why he does things? Is that why his hands linger too long? You don’t know anymore, and at the moment, you don’t care enough to think about anything but him spilling deep inside your ass.
“F-Fuck, you’re s-so warm..” Leland groans as he falls down against your chest. “Nngghh..” You can’t even speak, but it’s okay. Leland will take care of it. “Shh- hic -‘m gonna make it all okay again, baby.. just sleep, ‘kay?”
You’ll always be that city boy from Philadelphia, and to him, you’ll be his city boy. Forever.
