oh goonmistress... please fed us... we yearn for more coyle
tags & content: leland and reader are mutually into it, minor nsfw mentions, canon-typical violence, cigarette burns, putting out a cigarette on their tongue, reagent reader, female reader
“You’ve always been a real loudmouth, haven’t you, girl?”
Leland’s finger dig further into the hinge of your jaw, his thumb hooked over your teeth so he can keep your mouth open. The grit on the ground digs uncomfortably into your knees, your cheeks flushed a glowing pink.
You pant, making a soft whine in protest. You can’t see his eyes through the lens of his sunglasses, but you see the twitch of a sneer at the corner of his lip.
“Always chirpin’,” he mutters, like the words are heavy enough to chew in disgust. He taps the end of his cigarette with his fingers, ash flicking across your nose. You whimper, shifting slightly on your knees, but the grip is far too tight. “All a whore like you’s gotta do is accept the good will of the Lord, and take your punishment like a good girl.”
Your eyes, watery and wide, stare longingly into his own. All you can see is your face reflected back.
Slowly, with a quiet hitch of breath, you hesitantly stick your tongue out. Your hope is that his punishment is his cock, hot and heavy in your mouth. You press your thighs together just a little harder at the thought, making a soft keening noise in the back of your throat.
Leland scoffs, his fingers tightening enough to leave dark marks. “Filthy.”
Without a second though, he presses the cherry-red end of the cigarette on your tongue. You instantly spasm, the pain bright and hot against such sensitive nerves endings. The pressure as he grinds it firmly against your tongue makes you whimper, but you fight every instinct telling you to draw it back into your mouth.
Tears slide fast and steady down your cheeks, squeezing your eyes shut in hopes the pain isn’t too dizzying.
When he removes it, you’re gasping.
But your tongue, charred and trembling, doesn’t retreat back into your mouth yet. Mustering the strength to open your glassed over eyes, you make sure to meet the dark glare of his sunglasses, a heat soaring through your veins so hot, it almost resembled the blinding heat on your throbbing tongue.
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