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Device - Sergeant Leland Coyle x Unnamed F!Reagent (1/1)
She tried to pull her arm out of the donation device. Butโฆit didnโt work? Her eyes went wide as the device made a few creaking noises and shut down on itself, needles still sticking into her skin. Fuck, she was captured. Upon trying to move her arm a bit out, the needles only dug deeper into her flesh, making her lose more blood. Oh no, oh no, oh noโฆ โLook what the cat threw up.โ, Coyle muttered as he walked through the door, eyes transfixed on the image in front of him. No other ex-pop had come in yet, it was a bit too early in the trial. Thanks to a bunch of drugs the scientists had injected in him earlier, Coyle felt fantastic and stronger than ever, ready to rip a tree with its roots out of the ground. โOh no, what has happened to you? Cannot get out? Aw, what a pity.โ, Coyle mocked her as he stalked around her position, watching the blood trickle along her arm and soaking her clothes. His leather glove clothed finger traced along the lines of the blood running down her skin.
Note: if i were to have a dick, i probably would have stuck it into the blood donation devices in the current event. i do not possess a dick so please take the next best option.
Warnings: squirting, dub-con, non-con (not sure which one to take), blood mention, bodyshaming by Coyle (weight loss), Coyle being Coyle.
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Nobody trusted these blood sucking devices, least of all her. Murkoff had taken so much from them already - their names, their social security numbers, and now they want their blood too? Bullshit. But they had to do what Dr. Easterman wanted them to do, so whatโs there left to do? No contributing and be forced to starve for the next few weeks just to brutally die in a trial? Noโฆ
She was lucky. One of the many challenges they had to fulfill to please Dr. Easterman was a Coyle trial on psychosurgery difficulty without losing any health and donating three times. What the fuck. But whatโs there left to do but to obey Dr. Easterman?
She had chosen โSabotage the Lockdownโ, a quick and easy trial most of the time, but with all the added enemies and such? She was scared. The shuttle arrived to drop her off, not knowing if she would step foot into this very gross shuttle ever again or end up as decoration around the police station.
There was a blood sucking machine right down the staircase next to the insertion gate. The blood donation always left her feeling dizzy and weak, but what could she do? She grabbed a bandage from the โdinerโ upstairs, then made her way to the donation device. The needles stung her arms, forcing the blood out of her veins at a good pace. But not fast enough - the warning signal of someone coming in echoed in her head, the needles not working faster. โFuck.โ, she whispered, but even her whispers didnโt matter as the donation device made strange and loud noises. The warning noises ended and Coyle stepped out of the insertion gate, puffing some smoke from his cigarette before he noticed the weird sounds going on. โNoisy. Stupid.โ, his voice grinded through your eardrums like chalk on a blackboard. Terrible.ย
She tried to pull her arm out of the donation device. Butโฆit didnโt work? Her eyes went wide as the device made a few creaking noises and shut down on itself, needles still sticking into her skin. Fuck, she was captured. Upon trying to move her arm a bit out, the needles only dug deeper into her flesh, making her lose more blood. Oh no, oh no, oh noโฆ
โLook what the cat threw up.โ, Coyle muttered as he walked through the door, eyes transfixed on the image in front of him. No other ex-pop had come in yet, it was a bit too early in the trial. Thanks to a bunch of drugs the scientists had injected in him earlier, Coyle felt fantastic and stronger than ever, ready to rip a tree with its roots out of the ground. โOh no, what has happened to you? Cannot get out? Aw, what a pity.โ, Coyle mocked her as he stalked around her position, watching the blood trickle along her arm and soaking her clothes. His leather glove clothed finger traced along the lines of the blood running down her skin.
At this point, she was starting to feel a bit dizzy. The machine had stopped sucking the blood out of her veins, but the wounds were still open, oozing her blood into the open. Coyle stood behind her, his hands moving along her curves as he felt her up. โHm. Youโve lost weight.โ, Coyle muttered as he patted her hips. โItโs not like theyโre feeding us prawn cocktails and steak and lovely wine.โ, she sassed back, actually drawing a laugh from Coyleโs lips, a deep roar which activated some primal fear response in her. Oh, he sounded so unpleasant when he laughed, like an engine refusing to die.
โAll caught up like a deer in the headlights.โ, Coyle laughed, probably scaring any ex-pop far away from their position. A laughing Coyle was never a good thing, not in this place, not at any time. โLook at you.โ, Coyleโs hands slowly moved under her shirt, tracing every bit of exposed skin with bloody hands, leaving his and her DNS everywhere. She cringed at the mere feeling of his calloused skin feeling her up as if she was some kind of doll heโd hide in his closet when he had family over. Did Coyle even have family?
Coyle grabbed a handful of her breasts after dropping his smoked through cigarette on the floor, chuckling as she squirmed under his touch, the needles catching onto the skin of her arm, forcing her closer to the donation device. The smell of copper overwhelmed all of her senses. โI need to put some weight on your bones.โ, Coyle muttered as he pinched her nipples between his fingers, using the blood left on there to โsoftenโ his roughness. Her breasts felt hot and cold all at once, the blood drying on her skin as Coyle worked her up. โCanโt let these amazing tits go to wasteโฆโ, he muttered into her neck, the smell of his smokerโs breath mixing with the copper of the blood dizzying her even more. He moved his left hand from her tits down her ribs. โHm. I can feel them all. Can count them. You really need some weight on your bones, missy.โ, Coyle whispered - or said? She couldnโt tell anymore, her vision blurry and a weird ringing noise in her ears.
But she could feel how he pulled her pants down along with her panties, pooling by her ankles, probably also getting soaked in whatever fluids were on the ground. Coyle pressed his bulge against her bare skin, the denim of his beige jeans rubbing against the sensitive area of her pussy and ass. โAt least you havenโt lost any bit of that delicious ass of yours.โ, Coyle praised her and gave her ass a slight slap. Not enough to leave a mark, but well enough to sting. She knew he could leave a mark. He knew he could leave a mark. But he had his mind on something else.
โYou enjoying this?โ, Coyle said as he used his un-gloved hand to move between her folds, scooping up the wetness between them. He reached up to her face, putting his fingers between her lips. โSuck.โ, she opened her mouth to welcome him in, licking and sucking her own arousal off of him. At least her own taste lessened the lingering smells she had stuck in her head. Her tongue glided between his fingers and Coyle let out a moan, rutting his hips against her like he was the one in heat. โFucking hell, you need to get on your knees next time. Good to see that mouth is still mine.โ
Coyle ripped his fingers out of her mouth, spit flying and sticking to the wall in front of her. The donation machine made a clicking noise and for a moment she hoped it was for her release, but the needles only drove deeper into her skin, just shy of scratching the bone. โNo need to run, we have the whole fucking day.โ, Coyle laughed as he unbuttoned his pants, not bothering to push them all the way down, just enough to free his cock out of its fabric prison.
His meaty big hands found their way to her asscheeks, spreading them to give him a proper view of what was his to take, and spread wide enough to reveal her entrance. โAinโt gonna fuck your ass todayโฆwonโt know if itโs the machine or me causing you pain. I want to be the only one who causes you pain.โ, Coyle grinned as he pushed his cock against her entrance, slowly pushing into her. A soft moan fell from her lips as she felt him stretching her from this rather awkward angle. Coyle stayed still once he was fully sheltered inside of her, her body shaking ever so slightly from both the stretch and the blood loss. Her vision had little dark spots in it but at the same time, the feeling of Coyle inside of her was highlighted by an insane amount, making her head spin even more than it already was.
โFuckโฆโ, Coyle pressed his forehead against the back of her head, smelling the cheap shampoo the reagents were allowed to use once a week. Cold sweat clung to her skin, mixing with the blood and arousal as he started to pound into her, his pace unforgiving and hard, the stars in her vision becoming more prominent. She couldnโt even speak at this point, just animalistic sounds rasping her vocal cords. Coyle held onto her hips, making a mental note of bribing a guard later to give her more dinner - if sheโd make it to dinner.
She was so wet and it wasnโt the blood in this case, just pure and uncensored need for Coyle. Oh, his ego was bouncing off the walls as the ex-pops and scientists could hear their animalistic noises, fucking each other as if they were rabbits in heat.
Neither of them took long to cum - Coyle simply because he was buried in a tight and wet pussy and her orgasm was a mixture of blood loss, her vision flicking on and off and all senses being highlighted by what was done to her. She whined as she came, squirting over her pants and panties on the flood, adding to the puddle of fluid on the ground. โCanโt even control yourself.โ, Coyle growled as he pushed into her a final time, filling her up. They stayed like this for a few seconds before Coyle pulled out, watching his seed dripping out of her used hole.
โSergeant! Step away from her, we are letting two guards in to get her out of the device. Malfunctions have been reported all over the facility!โ
โEven more hot girls are stuck in these devices? Oh, lucky me!โ
I'm gonna tell a story today, and it's about my ex boyfriend, do you want to know what he did? He called my friend the n word, and I am I was like, pretty much he was really toxic, and I felt vulnerable around him. So I broke up, and now I'm out of that hell (ooc)
WTF! I am so sorry this happened to you. :( I am glad you are away from this guy now. I have had my fair share of troubles with an ex boyfriend before, I know it'll hurt a lot from time to time but I am 120 % sure you are better off without him. It is now your time to grow and shine and be better than him! <3
I am so happy to finally say - the Leland Coyle jacket I had been working on these past few months has finally reached its new owner. And the new owner is Julian Bailey, the voice of Leland Coyle, himself. <3
LOL this is the best comment I have ever gotten for this work xD I am working on a stun baton for him too, I just need to work around the weapon laws to send it over... :) But soon he'll have the complete Coyle fit <3
I am so happy to finally say - the Leland Coyle jacket I had been working on these past few months has finally reached its new owner. And the new owner is Julian Bailey, the voice of Leland Coyle, himself. <3
LOL this is the best comment I have ever gotten for this work xD I am working on a stun baton for him too, I just need to work around the weapon laws to send it over... :) But soon he'll have the complete Coyle fit <3
She tried to pull her arm out of the donation device. Butโฆit didnโt work? Her eyes went wide as the device made a few creaking noises and shut down on itself, needles still sticking into her skin. Fuck, she was captured. Upon trying to move her arm a bit out, the needles only dug deeper into her flesh, making her lose more blood. Oh no, oh no, oh noโฆ
โLook what the cat threw up.โ, Coyle muttered as he walked through the door, eyes transfixed on the image in front of him. No other ex-pop had come in yet, it was a bit too early in the trial. Thanks to a bunch of drugs the scientists had injected in him earlier, Coyle felt fantastic and stronger than ever, ready to rip a tree with its roots out of the ground. โOh no, what has happened to you? Cannot get out? Aw, what a pity.โ, Coyle mocked her as he stalked around her position, watching the blood trickle along her arm and soaking her clothes.
Coyle taught her so many things. One time, during winter holiday, Coyle took her to the shooting range of the police station. It was in the evening so the only officers and deputies around were not caring about Coyle waltzing in with his step-daughter. In a few hours, he taught her how to use a gun, proper gun safety and how to kill a fucker if she ever needed it too. โThank you Daddy.โ, she said with a big grin on her lips. โIf some guy ever touches me in a bad way, I will shoot him in the head!โ Thatโs exactly what Coyle wanted. He was the only one allowed to touch her sweet tits and pussy. Coyle took care of her.
Note: Surprise! PP hit 10k views on AO3 and I decided to celebrate this with an extra chapter. This makes it now the #1 Leland Coyle/OFC and #2 Leland Coyle/Reader fics at the time of writing (excluding fics with multiple ships in them, this is purely for Coyle only fics). Thank you all for the love, I had thought about abandoning the fic after some drama but I am glad I decided against it. If someone is jealous of my writing then that's on them, sorry not sorry.
Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT - Stepdad/Stepdaughter incest, grooming, reader is just barely legal, Coyle is an asshole, a view into her mind and smut ofc, Daddy kink
Things in the Coyle household were peaceful most of the time. She remembered her dad sometimes - he was a drunk, just like her mom. Mom would drink while doing chores, dad would drink while on the job. By the evening both of them would be pissed in one way or another and by the time dessert was served, at least one of them was screaming. Sheโd hold her hands over her ears to filter out the screaming, tears running down her cheeks. Sometimes she missed dad, but Coyle was a ways nicer daddy to her. He didnโt drink and he didnโt throw things around. Never ever did he threaten her to throw her toys out, threaten to take her to the orphanage because she took too long to shower. Coyle wasnโt like this. Coyle took care of her.
On a Sunday morning, Coyle was awake early. A blackbird singing outside his window made sleeping impossible, instead of shooting it he just went downstairs. She was still asleep and he could do something nice for her for once. So Coyle made breakfast - scrambled eggs with a few slices of toast. He also made coffee for them, even though he thought cooking and making coffee was beneath him. The thing he did to get some tight, perfectly molded pussyโฆ
She woke up a bit later, greeted with the view of Coyle putting the plates on the table. โWas about to wake you up.โ, Coyle said as he sat down on his usual spot. Her plate was on her usual spot too. The sun was shining brightly on this very morning, shining directly onto her spot. She grabbed her plate to sit herself down a little bit further to the right. Thatโs when Coyle grabbed her wrist. โNo.โ, he said and took the plate from her. โYour place is here, and nowhere else.โ So she ate with the sun shining into her eyes. And as always, Coyle took the first bite from her plate. He tested the scrambled eggs and the toast with a bit of butter on it. She didnโt know why he always took the first bite off her plate, but she didnโt mind, he never took a lot and she didnโt miss a thing. Coyle took care of her.
Coyle taught her so many things. One time, during winter holiday, Coyle took her to the shooting range of the police station. It was in the evening so the only officers and deputies around were not caring about Coyle waltzing in with his step-daughter. In a few hours, he taught her how to use a gun, proper gun safety and how to kill a fucker if she ever needed it too. โThank you Daddy.โ, she said with a big grin on her lips. โIf some guy ever touches me in a bad way, I will shoot him in the head!โ Thatโs exactly what Coyle wanted. He was the only one allowed to touch her sweet tits and pussy. Coyle took care of her.
The first time she gave him a blowjob, she wasnโt really sure what to do. She had heard whispers of dirty women putting their partnersโ penis into their mouthโฆbut she wasnโt a dirty woman! She was kneeling in front of Coyle, eyes wide as his cock twitched in front of her. โWhatโฆwhat should I do now?โ, she had hesitated to ask, afraid of disappointing Coyle. Coyle had never disappointed her and she didnโt want to leave a bad light on herself. โYou take it in. You move down further and take it all down your throat, babe.โ, Coyle growled, his hand pulling on her hair to get her closer to his cock. And so she did, slowly moving her head just in the way how Coyle wanted her to. She didnโt get far - upon his cock hitting the back of her throat, she gagged and coughed, pulling away from Coyle. He looked down to her, her rosy cheeks, glassy eyes from coughing and gagging, the thin line of spit still connecting her lips to his cock. โYou alright?โ, he asked and reached down, cupping her cheeks. โSorry Daddy, I justโฆI started gagging. I didnโt want to puke!โ, she whined, shaking her head. She had disappointed Coyle! But Coyle just smiled and wiped a tear from her cheeks. โShhh, it is okay. No need to puke on Daddyโs cock. Weโll just make some more love and weโll try another time.โ โYesโฆYes Daddy.โ Coyle took care of her.
Before Coyle, she had never had an orgasm. Once again, the whispers she had heard from her friends and the naughty magazines they had snuck into sleepovers showed that there was something that could happenโฆshe just never imagined she could experience it in real life. She could remember feeling Coyleโs fingers dragging through her folds, scooping up the wetness she was so embarrassed of. She wasnโt a dirty woman! She was pure and sweet, and Daddy made sure she stayed that way! The first time she came scared her a bit, but the second time? The tingling in her lower parts was familiar by now, the feeling of her ovaries burning with desire while she became wetter and wetter, feeling like she had to pee. It was a feeling she was welcoming now, and Coyle had made sure she knew it didnโt turn her into a dirty woman. No, she was a good girl who followed rules and a good Daddy rewards his good girl for being obedient and sweet. The feeling of her clenching and cumming around his cock nearly drove Coyle insane, his load buried deep in her pretty cunt, he couldnโt wait to bruise her in places nobody had ever reached before. Molding and turning her into the woman he had always wanted but never gotten the chance to lock down. Sheโd make sure a good bitch in heat for him, begging for his cock in no time. Cumming and crying when heโd penetrate her, heโd make sure no cock would ever satisfy her in ways he did. Oh, who was he kidding, nobody would ever come close enough to fuck her anyways. Coyle took care of her.
I'm obsessed with the idea of a reagent take the opportunity of being the prison to take a decent shower for once but of course Coyle stumbles upon them.
A lot of things sucked about Sinyala. The food, the trials, the other reagentsโฆokay, truth to be told, there were barely any positive things about Sinyala. But the worst thing? No warm water. The weekly showers always ran cold, probably measured to keep the reagents from showering for too long, keeping them from wasting water, but come onโฆat least one warm shower to rub the filth off in a while wouldnโt kill them.
She sighed as the scene in front of her played out, Coyle getting head, the Warden on his knees when the sprinklers hit and Coyle got his dick bitten into. Outsch.
The two left and she headed into the shower area. Normally at least one big grunt would come in to interrupt her investigations of the area (why was there so much blood on the floor where Coyle just stood with his dick out?), but not this time.
She looked around when a spray of water hit her face, making her jump back in shock. Butโฆthe water was warm? Hu? Warm water in Sinyala? Only Primes were getting these treats, she guessed.
One of the shower blocks appeared to not be decoration - it had a working valve and pipes connected to its showerhead. She stepped towards there and turned on the shower head. Out came beautiful warm water, only a few drops at first as she didnโt want to waste any water, else Dr. Easterman would throw her solo into Solve the Murderโฆ
The monster closets stayed silent, so she quickly got rid of her clothes, covered in stains of unknown origin, better not to know what fluids had seeped into the fabric.
Fabric fell on the floor and she stepped into the warm spray of the shower, her muscles relaxing instantly despite the environment she was in. She closed her eyes, leaning her whole body against the cold wet tiles of the shower, feeling her limbs so soft, all the anxiety from the long time she had spent in Sinyala washed down the drain.
โEnjoyinโ yourself there?โ, her eyes shot open at the oh-to-familiar voice echoing through the room. The smell of static hit her nose, its bleach-like scent burning into her nose. Coyle. Fuck.
The steps came closer with no way to hide, even her clothes were too far to grab.
Once he had stepped around the corner, Coyle looked at the pile of clothes in front of him, then fixed his eyes on her, like a predator studying its prey, making sure heโd find the right moment to bite into her throat.
โWasnโt expecting a view like that.โ, Coyle chuckled as he leaned against one of the tile walls, soaking up her body she tried to hide with her hands, at least the most intimate parts. โNo noโฆdonโt be shy honey. Nothing I ainโt seen before.โ
Honey? Oh good Lord, she wanted to puke.
โCome on. Keep on going. You donโt want the water to run cold, do you? Dr. Easterman would be very, very upset about this.โ
He would be, Coyle was right. Fuck, Coyle was right about something.
Coyle reached into the pocket of his jacket, taking out a scrub sponge and throwing it her way. โShow me how badly you wanna be clean.โ, he said while she picked it up, using the hand she had used - or tried to use - to hide her breasts and nipples, earning a low whistle from Coyle.
The sponge was rough and clearly used before, feeling like tiny pieces of metal, closer to steel wool than a sponge but if the Sergeant demanded itโฆwhat else could she do?
She slowly dragged the sponge over her arms, leaving behind tiny red marks where once blood and gore had painted her skin crimson. She tried to do it slow to stretch out the unpleasant parts, but after a few minutes of watching her clean her face and torso, Coyle let out a frustrated groan. He picked up her panties from the pile of clothes, holding them up to his face and giving them a good sniff. โYou smell filthy down there. Come on, spread your legs and wash up properly. Or do I have to give you a bath?โ
Oh fuck, the man was impatient. Her face flushed red as she lowered the sponge between her legs, leaving red marks on her inner thighs, all the way up to her sex. Coyle clicked his tongue, flicking the ash from his cigarette as he watched her clean herself. He could have sworn he could have smelt her pussy - weekly showers truly werenโt the greatest choice in Sinyala.
โBetween the folds too.โ, Coyle laughed, then took a step closer, forcing her to take a step back, โOr do you want me to help you?โ
โNo, I am a big girl, I can do this alone!โ โThen be a good girl and do what Daddy wants.โ
Fucking hell. She spread her folds and dragged the sponge back and forth, for a moment she was glad she hadnโt had her period since she had entered Sinyala, else she would have made his precious sponge all bloody and chunky.
Coyle clapped his hands together, โGood. Shower time is over.โ, and he reached past her, turning off the water. He ripped the sponge out of her hands and squeezed the leftover water into his mouth. Coyle swooshed the water around his mouth like mouthwash before spitting it out, directly into the drain by her feet.
โGood. Now you taste clean. Iโll see you in the basement.โ, Coyle smirked and turned on his heels, stalking towards the monster closet before disappearing in there.
And she? She stood there, the red marks on her skin starting to pound in slight pain. In this moment she realized there were no towels anywhere and using the dead reagentโs shirt close to her would make her even filthier. Fuck, she had to face Coyle in a wet shirt. Heโd like that, that bastard.
//even though im gay, id totally read a fic about coyle and a reagent who resembles his wifeโฆ ๐ง heโs trying to find a new warden already ๐ค
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She was a mixture of them all. The first oneโs smile. The secondโs one bratty mouth. The third oneโs beauty. No matter who crossed his mind, no matter which reagents she was randomly selected with - he always came circling back to her. Like a shark tasting a drop of blood in the ocean water, Coyle could smell her whenever the shuttle doors opened. Not even the stench of the pig heads covered in maggots could keep him from taking a good whiff, exhaling through his mouth.
He could get an easy fuckpig every day of the month, but a great sow was hard to come by. Her curves and softness, Coyle took another deep breath as he pushed himself further down the Wardenโs throat, the gagging noises a mere background hum as he imagined her in a wedding dress, ready to consummate the wedding just as eagerly as he would be. How heโd tear off the dress and wouldnโt even give her enough time to go to the bed. Right then and there on the floor, just like the pigs that they both were. Oink oink.
If he didnโt pity the Warden so much, he would have felt a bit guilty over thinking of someone else while his Justice penetrated the Sinner. But not when it came to her. Oh, heโd find a special place just for her. The smell was coming close, and he couldnโt wait for her to see what would be her future soon.
Okay nasty nsfw. I'm thinking Coyle finds out one of his favorite reagents got a bit jealous of the warden so he decides to give them some extra attention.
โWhat was that for?โ, they asked, โI thought I was your number one.โ
Coyle laughed breathlessly as he chased his little bird into the darkness of the prison cells, the Biter growling somewhere in the distance. โA man has certain needs, sweetness. Gotta take care of them when you ainโt around.โ The buzzing and sizzling of his stun baton made them aware of where Coyle was. Coyle was a terrible, terrible man, but so was everyone in Sinyala. Everyone had their ghosts of the past which were haunting them, some more, some less.
โThank fuck Iโm here now.โ, they said. The next room they ran into - dead end. The door was barred, no way to get out of here. But did they even want a way out, they thought as Coyleโs hot breath hit their neck.
โThank fuck indeed.โ, Coyle grinned, dropping his stun baton to the floor. He needed both hands for what he had planned. With a swift motion, Coyle pressed his Favourite towards the nearest wall, their head just barely missing a splatter of blood on said wall. Pressing his right leg between their legs, Coyle kept them secure in place, no way to escape anytime soon - unless he wanted them to, to be thrilled by the hunt. But not now, he had to make up for something. His hands reached to the front of his Favouriteโs shirt, grabbing a handful of their flesh, feeling them up.
โNobody feels as good as you do.โ, Coyle breathed into their ear, giving it a nibble as he started to grind his knee against their sex, earning breathless gasps from their pretty mouth. โA mouth is a mouth, thatโs for sure, but you? You are a delightโฆso sweet, so delicious.โ
Just as they were about to reach their peak, not having been touched by anyone in weeks - or months, time passing was a strange thing in Sinyala - did that to them, Coyle picked up the pace. โCum for me, baby.โ he growled.
Their orgasm hit them hard and fast, a mess in their pants as Coyle felt their arousal soaking through the fabric, a smirk on his lips. โHow are you gonna focus on the rest of this shitshow now?โ โNoโฆNo clueโฆโ โWanna take this to the showers? Wanna drop the soap for Daddy?โ
Pink panties (10/10) - Sergeant Leland Coyle x Stepdaughter!F!Reader
โWelcome home.โ, she turned around with a smile upon Coyle entering the kitchen, rushing over to press a kiss on his cheek. His cheeks had a slight stubble on them, he hadnโt bothered to shave for a few days. It only added to the things she loved about him. โHad a feeling youโd be having a bad day so I made your favourite.โ, she said and gestured over to the stove where everything was boiling and cooking. Coyle smacked his lips together, โThanks, honey. But you are my favourite.โ
Note: Hi cuties! This is it! The final chapter of Pink Panties! It was fun and challenging to write this whole story, but in the end, all the sweet and nice comments I have gotten motivated me to keep on going. this fanfic was also a lowkey therapy session for me to deal with my own SA, which has helped my own mental health a lot to take back control of things that had happened to me. This last chapter is dedicated to my two biggest fans. Without you, I would have never realized how important it is to create and not care what others say or do. Stay on your path, and if someone wants to put stones in your way, let them. There's always a workout or a different way.
Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT - Stepdad/Stepdaughter incest, grooming, reader is just barely legal, Coyle is an asshole, this chapter is basically only smut as a treat for y'all <3
โFuck, fuck, donโt stop!โ, her cries echoed through the house, the door to their now shared bedroom never closed. She gripped the sheets of the bed as Coyle pounded into her, bruising her delicate skin in all shades of the rainbow. Leland slapped her ass, a print of his hand marking her butt bright red. By the time theyโd be done, sheโd be barely able to walk, much less crawl.
Doggy had always been Coyleโs favourite position. Pounding into his woman of the night from behind, not having to pretend to make some ugly faces for her enjoyment, just pure and unfiltered roughness? Whatโs more to love than this? Missionary was good and fine, especially to look at tits, but hers werenโt that amazing to start with. He had seen many greater sets in both print and real life.ย
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The job at the police station had sadly fallen through. Someone โmore importantโ than Coyle had needed the same job for a family member, so his plan fell through. The fact that he had never applied for this job for her was kept a secret only in his mind.
Instead, she had become the greatest housewife Coyle could have ever wished for. She didnโt complain, she didnโt nag, all she did was keep the house clean and have his dinner ready by the time he entered the house.
โIโm home!โ, Coyle called as he stepped into the hallway. His boots were soaked and his jacket wet, a rainstorm had surprised him at the end of the shift. As he stripped the slippery leather jacket off his frame, the smell of meatballs, mashed potatoes and some greens - probably beans or broccoli, two of Coyleโs favourite vegetables - filled his nose.
โWelcome home.โ, she turned around with a smile upon Coyle entering the kitchen, rushing over to press a kiss on his cheek. His cheeks had a slight stubble on them, he hadnโt bothered to shave for a few days. It only added to the things she loved about him. โHad a feeling youโd be having a bad day so I made your favourite.โ, she said and gestured over to the stove where everything was boiling and cooking. Coyle smacked his lips together, โThanks, honey. But you are my favourite.โ
With these words he grabbed her by the hips and turned her around, forcing her against the countertop where Coyle pressed her down. โBut before we eatโฆโ, Coyle said and flipped her skirt up. At home, he allowed her to wear a shorter skirt, one that didnโt need to reach her ankles. If only he was around, the skirt didnโt need to go past her knees, oh no, it ended ways above it. Coyle had to order that one from a special type of catalogue.
โDamnโฆโ, Coyle said as his fingers landed on the mark on her ass from the night before, making her squeal in pain. โYour ass is covered in all colours of the rainbow, sweetness. Wish I could show you, you look delicious.โ, it took all of his self control not to straight up rut against her. Not now, Coyle thought to himself, we gotta finish the first course before weโd have the main course.
โIt hurts a lot. I have barely been able to sit today!โ, she whined with her face pressed against the countertop, breathing in the dust from midday baking, a bit of flour on her nose and cheeks.
โOh honey.โ, Coyle gently trailed his fingers around the marks he had left behind, a reminder of who owned her and will own her until heโd get tired of her. โI only hurt you โcause I know you like it. Look at this.โ, he pushed her panties to the side, revealing her glistering cunt to the colder air of the kitchen. She let out a soft gasp at the feeling.
โYou are all wet. Have you been touching yourself? Touching yourself without my permission?โ, Coyle frowned - not that heโd mind her masturbating behind his back, he just enjoyed a show ways more than having to get a taste second hand. He didnโt like sloppy seconds or leftovers.
โNo! No, Iโd never!โ, she whined as Coyle flicked his fingers against her labia. It was true, she was very wet, but the reason was a different one. โThe painโฆthe pain when sitting down reminded me of last night and what we didโฆI couldnโt stop thinking of it, and I wanna do it again!โ
In this moment, Coyle wasnโt sure if he had died and gone to heaven? Were the angels singing and preaching his deepest desires? Or had he really broken her in enough to think of sex all the time? Having sex with him all the time? Oh, what a time to be alive. Coyle pushed a finger between her wet folds, not penetrating her but also not touching her clit just yet. Only resting there in the warmth that belonged to him just like every square inch of her body. โThatโs my good girl.โ, Coyle purred and finally pushed two of his fingers inside of her. Despite having constant sex for over 6 months straight at this point, she still felt as tight as she was on the first day, something Coyle would never not appreciate. It was one of the reasons why he was glad she had the โmiscarriageโ - he had never been a fan of loose pussy.
โOhโฆ!โ, she moaned as Coyle started to move his fingers in and out of her at a hard and rough pace, his calloused fingers scratching her in the most delicate places. Every so often he noticed her knees buckling just this much but every time he caught her with his free hand, pushing her further up against the counter.
Her wetness was running down her thighs and dripping onto the floor, an embarrassing reminder how badly she loved these moments with him. Like her body had turned off her brain, she was functioning on auto pilot, chasing the next orgasm on his fingers. Maybe she had rubbed her clit all along the day, maybe she had stopped just shy of cumming. But she never came! Coyle had forbidden her to do so and she was Coyleโs good girl after all!
Thatโs why it also didnโt take her long to cum from this rough calloused penetration alone. A squeal - which made Coyle happy they had no neighbours around - fell from her lips as her cunt contracted around his fat fingers, squeezing them for all it was worth. Small waves of fluid splattered on the floor, pushed straight from her inside with an expert movement, one of so many women he had made squirt, just like the hungry 20-something years old woman he had arrested at the store a few days ago. If one says theyโd do everything for freedom then they are also more than ready to take some cock. Coyle was glad he had a spare outfit in his car.
Once she could kind of think straight again, Coyle pulled his fingers out, leaving her empty and gaping. โStay still.โ, Coyle muttered, he undid his belt, button and fly. He didnโt even bother to push down his pants fully, no, he only took his throbbing cock out and pushed it inside her overstimulated wet cunt. The noise she made could have also came from an animal, and in this moment she felt reduced to one.
Coyle fucked her with a restless pace, she had already came so it was his turn now, time for her to take his seed. It also didnโt take long for him to cum - the mere view of watching her come from his fingers and the memory of last nightโs fucking session had made an impression on his brain and his cock.
He gasped loudly and came to a halt, pumping his cum into her cunt, right where it belonged. Warm and cozy, ready to take it all. One day heโd have her trained well enough to just take his hard cock whenever he just snipped with his fingers. That was the dream, a wet dream come true.
Another thing Coyle enjoyed very much was watching his cum dribble out of any pussy. It was a clear reminder - I was here, I claimed this pussy, everyone who comes after me wonโt fuck her even half as good. And so he watched as little droplets escaped her hole, contracting around nothing every so often.
For dinner, she decided to ditch the skirt - or better said Coyle had ordered her to ditch the skirt. It was expensive and hard to get and cum stains were had to get out of this very fabric. So she sat there in her panties and blouse, eating her small share of the meal she had cooked while Coyle wolfed it down with the hunger of a starving wolf. And she knew, that the starving wolf wasnโt done with her anytime soon. It made her pussy clench in anticipation.
*
A few days later, Coyle and her decided to head to the mall for some new furniture. Their radio hadnโt survived the latest thunderstorm and Coyle didnโt like weekends without at least a bit of music going. The constant background noises and random noises from the radio had been driving him insane. It wasnโt the first electronic application that had broken this year, earlier that year it had been a problem with the electricity in the entire house, then the washing machine, the TV, now the radio.
As they browsed through the electronics store, Coyle had a close eye on her. Every so often, one of the clerks would check her out, but before they could even get close to her, Coyle would drag her to a different part of the store. He didnโt like anyone's eyes on her, she was his property and his alone.
Coyle was sure about a few things in life - the fact that he was a fantastic police officer, that he did everything that he could to keep his people safe. He was a great husband, a great step-father, every single choice he had to make was forced by the hand of others and their unwillingness to obey laws or the decisions he had made.
And Coyle was very much sure this two-eye-coloured fuck had been watching him for the past couple of days.
Unironically I think the early to mid 20s age group in America has unbelievably bad consent boundaries on all levels and so much language to defend it but this makes me sound like elon musk if I say it however the commonality of someone who will be like โI had 47 panic attacks and itโs your faultโ if you tell them no is insane
I rejected someone and got called โthe scariest person Iโve ever metโ with so much therapy speak interspersed like alright okay alright okay alright okay
โYou just say whatever youโre thinking and I donโt know how to handle itโ was verbatim part of this conversation. Also everyone hates to see an autistic bitch
When I was in this age bracket, there was a huge emphasis on improving consent culture via graceful rejection, and it's gone by the wayside. Which sucks.
Twice in my youth (once in high school and once in college) I was in situations where I was asking someone out and I could tell they were calculating in their heads the risks of rejecting me, and both times I said, out loud, "you can say no, I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't prepared for either answer." And then they said no. This wasn't some spark of special wisdom I had - I knew to do it because feminist conversations among my age group brought it up regularly. This isn't happening nearly enough anymore.
More recently, I was really glad when we got to "rejection sensitive dysphoria" in my IOP program and it was one of those symptoms where the therapists really emphasized how it affects others. Because it does.
Being someone who cannot handle rejection makes you much more likely to violate boundaries, and yes, that includes sexual ones. Yes, you, reader who has never hurt a fly. If you don't want to stumble backwards into sexually assaulting someone, fix your RSD meltdowns. If you keep them up it's only a matter of time. Because if you're nice enough to interact with, but are known to have RSD meltdowns, guess what happens when your friends and acquaintances need to reject you?
The server drama is over and done for me but I am still lowkey shaking my head about the "this is triggering me" stuff when actively checking out triggering content.
Also, this is all about a fictional klansman, idk what else to say.
For once, he meets a woman he can not kill. The daughters would love to bite him and drain him from his blood and this man is utterly confused if he should be angry about women dominating him, terrible aroused or for once, fearing for his life [he will deny the last bit]
I also say Heisenberg and Coyle cause they share the same egotystical behavior, cocky attitude and will get in heated arguments as well.
Bonus Coyle is jealous of Karl's power to control electromagnetic pulses
Barely any blood left in his body but he spots the hardest boner upon being dominated by a woman/a group of women - typically Coyle smh.
Heisenberg and Coyle is a tea pot ready to boil over and explode! Jesus! I wouldn't want to be near them when this happens. :'D
