That one slapping trend from a while ago but it's Coyle because I like slapping him around a lot
I wish tumblr would let me post straight up nsfw cause this is literally the only sfw drawing I have of him.. but I GUESS I'll have to censor it when I post it heređ
I cannot stand how badly that secret doc is getting misinterpreted by so many people because they just wanna fill out a stereotype for Coyle. Coyle is smart, thatâs been showcased so many fucking times. If he was illiterate Iâm sure he wouldnât have been able to get a job as a cop and fill out reports. Plus, if you actually, yknow, READ THE FUCKING DOCUMENT you can very clearly tell (and itâs stated so many times) that heâs drugged. You donât have to like him to admit he is smart, SCARILY smart, and there are so many of his own voice lines proving that fact.
Iâm sure itâs hard to actually properly write when youâre drugged to the point that when you taste your own blood you can actively feel it cycle back into itself. Not to mention Iâm sure heâs getting into such bad memory fogs, is aware of it, and just NEEDS to write something down to not lose his damn train of thought. The fact that so many people will actively ignore these facets of his character to fulfill this bias for him, is insane to me
Before I go to bed I will say I am like 90% convinced this new trial victim is going to be an example of âwhat happens to reagents who become too infatuated with or fall in love with a Prime Assetâ, I mean its my personal theory rn but I donât think that concept/dynamic has been covered before in-game and of COURSE it would make sense with the Prime Asset whoâs lusted after the most outside of the game itself
This is mainly going off on the sheer amount of fan-service Red Barrels will make for Coyle fans but also what was said in the trailer itself, the constant talk about love and ESPECIALLY âsomething that craves punishment as much as a rewardâ or whatever. Are we getting a trial victim whoâs a former reagent that fell in love with Coyle.
Coyle is also the one to mention how you âshower someone with loveâ before letting them go until they eventually âcome crawling backâ. If the trial victim is actually in love with Coyle, did he reciprocate that love at some point. Idk Iâm under the belief that YES fandom behavior will actually affect certain aspects of lore in The Outlast Trials so it would make sense that the sheer amount of Coyle fans could result in there now being a trial victim whoâs actually in love with him too.
We already know that Coyle is very possessive when it comes to his trial victims but idk Iâve never seen him be gentle with one. He will still torture and abuse his trial victims relentlessly but in the trailer heâs like. A bit commanding but also openly loving towards the new trial victim??? This is gonna sound crazy but, the clip where heâs getting well. Guess whats behind the mannequins. He almost looks like he goes to PET the trial victimâs head for a moment. Not to mention him gently lifting up their head with the prod and NOT shocking them. The way he turns back to look AGAIN even after he just ushered the trial victim to follow him.
Ofc I could be completely wrong and the trial victim may be forced to be a dog for Coyle (or possibly even groomed into it by him idk I wouldnât be surprised considering how diabolical Coyle is, also he could have actually âlovedâ them until they began to âbehaveâ for him) but I think having a trial victim who actually LOVES the Prime Asset theyâre stuck with (and not just begging for their help because theyâre scared of dying) would be very interesting and likely the first time something like that would explicitly happen in game.
Idk. Random discord message I sent when I first cooked this up today.
âThe trial victim is a former reagent who fell desperately in love with Coyle and instead of becoming a sleeper agent through the therapy, their behavior changed where they slowly became a dog for Coyle, and Easterman wanted NONE of that so the trial victim is now being used to make an example of what happens when reagents fall in love or become too infatuated with Prime Assetsâ
Hi so I mayhaps finished that Pre-Murkoff Coyle x Reader fic that I literally posted a snippet of yesterday.
I may have girlbossed a bit too close to the sun and went HAM in writing it, my bad but not really teehee!
This is my first fic in a LONG LONG time so I'm sorry if it's formatted weird or the grammar is shit, I'm also just like having to get myself comfortable with writing this kind of thing again?
I get like embarrassed writing smut I'm just a sad little guy I guess
But please enjoy!
Ahah
Reader is AFAB in this fic
Word Count: 2495
WARNING! NSFW UNDER THE CUT!
Warning! This fanfiction may contain: DUBCON, Porn with NO PLOT, Choking, Biting, Coyle being Coyle (manipulative, mean man)
Coyle sat in his oversized armchair when you arrived home, one hand draped over the arm of the chair, the other cradling a bottle of beer atop his knee. His ears perked up as he heard the front door close, placing his beer bottle on the floor by the side of the chair.Â
You flashed him a small smile, placing your shopping bags down by the front door, youâd tend to those later. Taking your shoes and coat off, you carefully placed them by the front door before walking over to him slowly, stopping as you reached the side of the armchair.
Leaning down, you gave a soft peck to his left cheek, and he hummed in response.Â
âEarly finish, sweetheart?â You asked quietly, gently leaning on the arm of his chair as you leant forward more, your hands gripping the plush cushion.Â
âMmmm, Chief sent me home early. Finally got that damn report finished, so he said I could leave.â He grumbled. The report heâd been working on was a rough one, he hadnât spared you many details, but you knew it had been taking a toll on him recently, his anger had definitely gotten worse these past few weeks because of it. But thankfully it was done, so hopefully you could finally have your husband back to normal.Â
Coyle grinned slightly as he saw you leaning more towards him, the top of your dress struggling to contain your chest as the buttons bursted at the seams. He reached forward, taking your wrist in his hand.Â
âCâmere.â He pulled your arm gently, motioning for you to sit on his lap. You smiled down at him, before nodding, crawling into his lap carefully atop the large chair. You sat sideways, both of your legs politely dangling over his own large thigh. Your hands were folded in your lap as you leant against his body, your head finding comfort on his shoulder.Â
He kissed the top of your head, his hand immediately reaching for your clothed breasts. Groping at you lazily, he used his other hand to grip your chin, forcing you to look at him, before his lips collided with your own. You could taste the tobacco of the several cigarettes heâd smoked that day and the cheap beer he always complained about the taste of, but refused to buy anything else. His hand shifted to your cheek, his thumb stroking it gently as he groaned against your lips.Â
Coyle mumbled against your lips about missing you, his deep, southern drawl sending shivers down your back. The hand groping at your chest slid down to meet your thighs as he pulled away from the kiss suddenly, grinning through half-lidded eyes. He used both of his hands to shift you in his lap, your position now facing away from him with your back nestled against his chest, head resting on his shoulder.Â
One of Coyleâs hands returned to your thighs, nudging them apart so each of your legs were strewn around the sides of both of his. His hand slipped up your skirt, pressing and rubbing gently on the outside of your panties, feeling you get wetter and wetter the more he touched you. He smirked as you let out a soft whimper, your head leaning back onto his shoulder more, exposing your neck to him.Â
Big mistake.Â
Coyle immediately took this opportunity to latch onto your neck, his lips suctioning onto the sensitive skin. He kissed, sucked and nibbled at the delicate flesh, grinning against your skin as he listened to the quiet symphony of moans and whimpers that were spilling out of your mouth.Â
While he kissed at your neck, Coyleâs free hand began working at the shirt of your dress, quickly unbuttoning it and freeing your chest. Your breath hitched as you felt the cool air of the room touch your skin, your chest beginning to heave slightly as your breath quickened. Coyle chuckled darkly against your neck as he heard the shift in tempo of your breathing, beginning to grope at your chest once again, his large, warm hand sliding under the thin fabric of your bra. He began to squeeze at your soft breasts, your size filling his hand perfectly. A strangled moan left your lips as began to swirl his fingers around your nipple, pinching and twisting at it. He grinned, his motions starting to become a lot rougher.
Coyle did this often, sweetened you up with gentle caresses and soft kisses, getting you right he wanted, before unleashing his true intentions and just using you how he pleased. Thatâs how it always went down, and you knew this all too well, but you couldnât deny that you loved every second of it.Â
As his hand attacked your breasts, his other hand slipped beneath your panties, fingertips toying with your clit, eliciting quiet, breathy moans from your lips. He smirked, biting down harder at your neck, feeling your body squirm on top of him. You could feel him getting hard against your ass beneath you, his hips softly undulating against you in hopes of any pressure or stimulation to satisfy him in that moment. His movements were accompanied by soft groans and gasps, his lips still very attached at your neck. His fingers rubbed circles around the swollen nub between your legs, and you could feel yourself starting to sweat slightly, a faint tightening in your stomach beginning to form.Â
He had you right where he wanted.Â
âCâmon, sweetness, let me hear them pretty little noises.â Coyle drawled into your ear, his voice quiet but slightly demanding in tone.
His fingers were swirling around your clit at a delicious pace and you began to see stars. Coyleâs other hand moved from your breasts down to join his other hand, slipping a long, calloused finger into your heat with ease, a quiet groan leaving his lips as he felt the wet warmth of your walls. You let out a shaky moan, whimpering louder as he began to slide his finger in and out of you, his pace matching that of his other hand. After a few pumps, he added a second finger, and thatâs when you knew you were done for.Â
Your back arched against him and you threw your head back against his shoulder, letting out the most perverse sounds your body was capable of as you came apart in his lap. Your walls fluttered around his fingers as you came, hard, your sweet juices gushing out over his two thick digits. He chuckled in response, cooing at you condescendingly as you rode out your orgasm.Â
âThatâs it, darlinâ, let it all out, come for me.â He murmured into your ear, a lewd whine escaping your lips in response. His fingers kept up a steady pace, sliding in and out of you through your orgasm, starting to slightly overstimulate you. Your whines became more slurred, your eyes watering slightly as the pleasure almost became too much. Coyle noticed this and smirked, gently withdrawing his fingers from between your legs.Â
âSuch a sweet girl.â He cooed, once again condescendingly. He brought his fingers up to his mouth, licking them slowly as he chuckled darkly. âTaste sweet too, sugar.â He whispered lowly, abruptly stuffing his two fingers into your own mouth, making you taste yourself. You choked slightly as he pushed them down your throat a little too far, your body writhing on top of his lap as you struggled.Â
He just laughed.Â
Coyle quickly wrapped an arm around your waist tightly, standing up from his chair with you still held against his body and his fingers still in your mouth. He dragged you with him over to the wall beside the chair, where he pushed you against it, pinning you with his body. His head pressed up against yours, his lips barely brushing against your ear.Â
âNow sweetness, youâre gonna behave for me while I fuck ya, yâunderstand?â He purred into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. A simple, slightly scared whimper left your body as a response, your head giving a small nod to go along with the sound. He smirked against your neck, kissing it tenderly. âGood girl.â
That would be the last gentle touch youâd feel for a while.
Coyle took your wrist roughly, pulling your arm behind your back, crossing it at your waist. He let you use your other arm to brace yourself against the wall, palm splayed out against the plaster. He hiked up the skirt of your dress, pulling down the panties that covered your ass. They pooled at your ankles and you quickly stepped out of them, kicking them to the side. He groaned lowly, groping at your ass roughly with his free hand for a moment, his fingers digging into the soft flesh with reckless abandon.Â
Coyle quickly withdrew his hand from your already sore cheeks to begin freeing himself from the confines of his policemanâs uniform. The buckle of his belt jingled as he unfastened it from his hips, letting it hang open in the loops of his uniform pants. He hastily pulled down his underwear just enough to allow his fully erect cock to spring free, hitting his soft stomach as it was released into the open air. He grinned as he stared down at it, his hand wrapping around the shaft to give a few slow pumps in preparation.Â
He didnât bother with any further foreplay, heâd already made you cum once, that was enough. He took pride in being able to make you do that. Especially since you told him that youâd never been able to do that before you got with him.Â
He lined himself up with your entrance, letting the anticipation linger in the air for a moment, listening to your breathing quicken almost in fear, before forcefully pushing his entire length inside you. You cried out a choked moan around his fingers, tears pricking at the corners of your widened eyes.Â
His sudden entry stung slightly and he didnât even wait to let you adjust to his size before starting to thrust in and out of you at a brutal pace, bottoming out with every intrusion. Every thrust had you seeing stars, your eyes rolling back into your head as salty tears rolled down your flushed cheeks. The room was filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping together, accompanied by your muffled whines and moans and Coyleâs occasional groans and grunts as he fucked into you. Each thrust was harsh, your legs beginning to shake beneath you as he pushed you into the wall every time he entered you. Your whole body eventually began to tremble and you desperately tried your hardest to stay upright against the wall, your body squashed uncomfortably between it and Coyleâs body.Â
âStop yer fuckinâ squirminâ.â Coyle grunted, getting slightly irritated that you couldnât stay still. He stopped his intense thrusts, bottoming out inside of you before he twisted your arm further around your back, his large hand keeping yours at the apex of your hip.Â
It was painful.
Your eyes welled with tears, but you got the message, quickly shuffling your legs a little more apart to even your weight out between your feet to stabilize yourself better. The small movement gave you an ounce of comfort, allowing you to stand still against the wall easier than before.
Coyle grinned, leaning forward again. You felt his lips against your earlobe, where he bit at the soft flesh.Â
âNow be a doll and keep still âfer me.â He commanded quietly, resuming the brutal pace he had set before.
You cried out a strangled moan at the continuation of his movements, his fingers still very much nestled against your tongue inside your mouth. His other two fingers found refuge under your chin, keeping your head tilted up and away from the wall so he could âhear your pretty sounds better.â It made him feel good to know he was affecting you so much, your sounds making his hips snap faster against your ass.Â
You could tell he was close now, his thrusts becoming more sloppy and out of rhythm, his grunts and groans getting increasingly louder. The hand that held its fingers in your mouth pulled them free, choosing to take refuge around your throat instead. His hand clamped down hard, the last of your moans and gasps getting choked out from your throat. Your vision began to blur slightly, the only thing keeping your conscious was the haphazard rhythm of him thrusting in and out of you.Â
âNow, baby. âM gonna cum inside ya, and youâre gonna take every last drop. Yâunderstand?â He growled through gritted teeth, not even waiting for a response as he continued his reckless thrusts. The hand around your neck held tight, pulling you closer towards him as he panted heavily against your back, his hot breath dancing down your spine.Â
And then you felt it.Â
He released your arm that held yours around your back, opting to instead wrap itself around your front, fingers gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. He held you against him tight as his cock began to twitch violently inside you, filling you with rope after rope of hot cum. You choked out a cocktail of sobs and moans as tears streamed down your face. Coyle groaned as his orgasm took a hold of him, still thrusting through every wave of pleasure that surged through his body. His hand tightened hard around your throat as he came, your blurry vision beginning to go grey and dark.Â
He didnât care.Â
Coyle soon became quiet, his hand releasing your neck, colour slowly pooling back into your vision. You gasped for air, leaning up against the wall as he slowly slipped his cock out of your abused pussy and stepped back, admiring the cum that slowly leaked out of you and dripped down onto the floor. He grinned, quickly tucking himself back into his underwear and pulling up his uniform pants, fastening his belt back up around his hips. Your legs shook as he let go of you and you had to fight to stop yourself from collapsing on the spot.Â
He chuckled quietly at the state of you, letting out a low whistle, before returning to his seat in his armchair. He picked up the bottle of beer that he had previously discarded on the floor and sipped it slowly, returning his attention to the flickering television screen.Â
âGo on, sweetheart, go clean yourself up. Iâll be waiting right here for ya when ya get back.â He spoke with such a lack of care, if you werenât exhausted beyond comprehension after what he did, it would have angered you.Â
But you didnât have the energy for that.Â
So you quietly picked your underwear up off the floor and took yourself off to the bathroom, trying your best to fight back the tears that threatened the corners of your eyes.Â
Imagine, you fall asleep in a trial because youâre so exhausted and just needed a little break.
Specifically a Courthouse Trial, you choose to fall asleep on the mattress in that tiny crawlspace.
And you wake up and Coyleâs just looming over you, staring down at you with his baton aimed at you like a flashlight in a dark room.
âWell well well, what do we have here? Sleepy little mouse.â
He presses the tip of the stun baton to your chin, the electricity fizzling out as he doesnât want to hurt you.
Yet.
âWhatâs got ya so exhausted, hmm? Easterfuckâs therapy too much for ya?â
His voice is gravely and dark, but you almost sense a slight hint of empathy.
Oh how wrong you were.
He pulls the baton away from your chin and uses it to turn you over onto your stomach, planting his feet at your knees.
âIâll give ya a reason to be exhausted, little one.â
He immediately kneels down in place, pinning your legs down with his own and grabbing your hips, yanking down your pants and exposing your ass to the cold, stale air of the room.
You try to struggle but youâre just too exhausted.
You hear a soft jingling as Coyle unbuckles his belt, accompanied by the rustle of his uniform pants as he yanks them down just enough.
âItâll make ya feel good too, sweetness.â
He strokes himself a few times before forcefully entering your tight little hole, groaning at the stretch.
âDâya like that, darlinâ?â His voice is slurred slightly, drunk off the feeling of being inside you.
You squeal weakly, heavy exhausted limbs flailing beneath him, doing anything in your power to get him off of you. But heâs much stronger than you. You're nothing but a weak little reagent.
He begins to thrust in and out of you, the friction immediately painful thanks to the lack of lubrication or foreplay.
You try to scream.
Nobody hears you.
All you can do is wait as you feel your body betray you; it's enjoying every second of this. You eventually cum when he does, crying out pained sobs and pathetic moans through your orgasm as you feel the warmth of his own inside of you.
He leans forward, a shit-eating grin on his face.
"Now sweetpea, up ya get. Easterfuck is gon' find ya if y'ain't careful. And I wouldn't want my new toy to go to waste."
He stands back up, tucking himself away in his uniform pants, before spitting on your bare ass, chuckling darkly to himself.
He waits for a moment to see if you get up, but when you don't, his expression screws up into one of impatience and anger.
"I said, GET!" He barks, zapping the backs of your thighs. You scream out in agony, sending shivers down Coyle's spine.
Before he can grab you again, you're scrambling to your feet and running as fast as your legs can carry you back to the shuttle doors. You collapse as you hit the button to open the doors, vision going blurry from the lack of rest. The pain in your nether regions is growing unbareable.
The doors slide open. You manage to retreat into the shuttle just as you can hear the crackling of electricity once again.
