an: enjoy this small coyle fic teehee๐need this man so bad itโs not even funny anymore
cw: slightly suggestive towards the end, nothing explicitly stated but it hints at it if you squint.
freedom. you were so close to freedom. it was just on the other side, then you'd be safe. then you could escape. mere seconds away from running to the sweet sound of the shuttle gates opening.
the large, metal door was heavy though, taking way longer to open than you'd like it to. you could hear him behind you, shouting obscenities in a fit of rage while his baton crackled and struck against the wall he dragged it across.
please. your only escape was almost open, and your arms burned from lifting it. it finally locked in place, leaving a few feet of space for you to crawl under. your heartbeat and heavy breathing was deafening in your ears.
which is probably why you didn't notice him standing over your shaking figure. you had crouched, putting a hand out on the cold concrete to balance yourself as you desperately inched your way out.
that baton was in front of your shin though, pulling backwards and lighting up your nerves as you shrieked and fell onto the ground. you quickly turned on your back, kicking your legs out as your only means of self-defense.
coyle only chuckled, a dirty smirk that just dripped with sadism staring down at you. his hand grabbed your ankle, easily dragging you towards him and away from the garage door. it groaned behind you, a warning that it was about to shut again.
your leg struggled in his hold, a yelp ripping from your chest as he tugged at your ankle. when he deemed you close enough, he dropped your leg, stepping on either side of you and sinking down to straddle your waist.
your hands shoved at his shoulders, a hopeless attempt in pushing him off of you. the door mere feet away from your head slammed against the ground again, signaling that you were yet again trapped.
"well, shit. who is this pretty little thing? i ain't think i seen you before."
the officer's words rang through your ears and you kept silent, save for your groaning and huffing as you faltered to get his weight off you. he clicked his tongue, the baton coming up to your side to taze through your shirt. "struggling is pointless, honey."
the shock on your waist made you jolt, hands barreling down to protect and rub against the sensation. it was unlike what you had expected. a gasp tore from your throat, along with an abrupt laugh. you stared up at coyle with wide, horrified eyes.
"sensitive, huh?"
his weapon landed on your other side, giving that same, maddening feeling that resulted in a shriek on your end. you couldn't help the smile that crept onto your face. this couldn't be happening right now. "f-fuhuck! get o-off!"
coyle growled, the baton dying to nothing as he turned it off and threw it lazily on the floor beside him. his hands rushed to your sides, fingers digging in and squeezing like he couldn't resist the itch of having his hands on you.
"that ain't no way to speak to an officer. i just wanna get to know ya."
you squealed at the sudden contact, more laughter bubbling up your throat as he forced it out of you by prodding like he was searching for muscle. your own hands found his wrists, yanking and tugging to no end as his strength doubled yours.
"you thought you could get away from me back there?"
boisterous giggles spewed past your lips and you shook your head, torso jerking under his hands as they squeezed up and down your sides relentlessly. the reflection of your embarrassed face showed in his aviators and a heat rushed to your cheeks.
he growled at your silence, fingers climbing up your waist and finding your ribs. his fingertips shook into the divots, producing another bout of squeals from you. "i expect an answer."
you stuttered through hiccups and cackles, head thrown back against the concrete as you fought for words. "n-no! gohod dahammit, i'm s-sohorry!"
coyle huffed out a laugh, hands opting for squeezing the sides of your ribs instead. your legs kicked against the ground behind him. "i don't take apologies. only beggin' and screamin' around here."
you still couldn't wrap your head around this entire situation. yet you really had no time to ponder on it as he suddenly pulled back and grabbed both of your wrists.
"these things are just a nuisance, yeah?"
he took them both in one hand, pressing them against your e.s.o.p. and snarling out a cocky giggle as your struggling increased. you shook your head, heavy giggles leaking out as his other hand inched down your waist and found your hip.
"noisy little thing, aren't ya?"
"p-plehease dohon't..."
his grin threatened to split his face, aviators staring down at your panicked expression. he spared no time for any more small talk, thumb and forefinger pinching at the bone and sending you into a frenzy of hysterics.
coyle growled between a deep, raspy snicker, eyes narrowing behind the shades that blocked your view from his vicious glint. you were lost in laughter, eyes squeezed shut as his thumb delved further against your thin clothing.
the violent and immensely ticklish sensation scattered across your nerves and travelled up your side, stomach aching as your mirth drained your stamina with each passing second. you bucked up into him, to which he grunted in response.
the officer leaned down, thumb slowing to rub small circles against your hip. your hysterics faded into small giggles and you hiccupped for air between titters.
his head reached the side of yours, tilting so his lips were right next to your ear. they brushed the shell of it and you squeaked, stomach dropping as you opened your eyes and noticed the sudden close proximity.
his teeth grazed your ear lobe, just barely nipping at it as a growl stirred deep within his chest. your cheeks burned from the act, eyes refusing to look towards him. his hand still kept both of yours restrained against your chest and you swallowed nervously.
"what other pretty little sounds can i pull outta you, hmm?"
an: YESSSS i love ler coyle, thank you so much for the request!! and with the new trailer out yesterday we got this yummy scene of him, you just know i had to turn it into a gif๐enjoy!!!
"Don't make me chase ya!"
A thick southern drawl yelled from the other end of the courthouse hall where you caught a glimpse of the one and only Leland Coyle. His voice echoed off the walls and you gasped, eyes going wide as they made contact with his dark aviators.
Behind the cherry of his lit cigarette, a sly grin made its way onto his face as he caught sight of your shaking figure in the dim light. One hand on his belt and the other carrying his shock baton, the commencement for your capture begun.
Fuck. You were all out of bricks and bottles, your stun rig useless beyond the deactivator gates. You made a break for it through one of the doors leading to the evidence rooms, the sound of crackling electricity catching up quickly behind you. Your heart rate quickened as you ran down a corridor with a number of small rooms decorating each side.
Careful not to step on any glass as to alert the raged officer, you quickly and quietly maneuvered into a dark room lined with tall metal shelves, which were filled with boxes and police files.
Crouching, you silently made your way deeper into the room, trying to calm your racing heart and control your labored breathing. You hid behind one of the industrial shelves and grabbed onto the cold metal to steady yourself. From somewhere outside, you heard a deep chuckle and the sizzle of the baton dragging across the wall.
"Don't string me along, honey. Where'd ya go?"
If you hadn't heard of the sadistic and corrupt officer from the other reagents' stories of their trials, you probably would've believed the almost innocent and dulcet tone of his question. You held your breath as you picked out his shadow and blue sparks striding past the door through your night vision goggles.
Shit. Your goggles were almost out of juice, and of course you weren't carrying a battery. You scouted up and down the shelves for a battery, but you weren't lucky in your search. The faint beeping of the low battery signal became faster and in just a quick few moments, the room was pitch black.
Luckily, you didn't hear the heavy footsteps of leather boots striking the wooden floors, so he must've gone and searched somewhere else. You let out a small sigh of relief and closed your eyes, giving yourself a moment to collect the pieces of your crazed brain.
You stood from your crouched position and were careful to avoid knocking any boxes off the shelves. Squinting, you could barely make out the space around you and slowly backed up with your hands stretched out by your sides. If you could just manage to find the do-
You gasped as you backed into a hard figure, the smell of copper and cigarettes infiltrating your nose.
"Gotcha."
A screech sounded from your lips as you jumped forward and spun around, coming face to face with Coyle, few mere feet separating the two of you. Coyle let out a snicker and you barely made out his figure slowly stalking towards you. "Ain't nowhere to run now, sweetheart."
You turned on your heels and tried to make a break for it out of the dark room, but it was too late. his hand snuck around your waist and pulled you backward. You gasped and twisted in his grasp, but his surprising strength was no match to yours.
He kept you close to his body as he retreated to a broken window that led out of the room and back into the dim hallway. Dammit. So that's how the sneaky bastard caught you.
Bringing his other hand up and attaching it to your side, he dragged your body out of the window. To sustain your writhing torso and kicking legs, he steadied his hand and applied pressure near your hip. The sudden touch on your lower side made you gasp and twist, a tiny giggle escaping your lips.
Oh fuck. You did not just do that in front of him.
You were frozen in fear as he dropped your body on the cold wooden floor, turning you on your back and straddling on top of your waist. His cigarette flittered around between his lips, which spread into a smirk. He took a long drag of the cigarette before taking it between his fingers and throwing it somewhere behind him. His black sunglasses stared down at your wide eyes and he raised an eyebrow.
"What was that pretty lil' noise ya just made, huh?"
You stared up at him in silence, mouth agape with a loss for words.
"You a little shy, ain't you?"
His fingers came down next to your torso and he pinched your side with his thumb and forefinger. You gasped at the same feeling and rushed your hands down to push his away, a small squeak pushing past your lips. Coyle shook his head and retracted his hand, chuckling at your panicked behavior. "Oho, don't tell me yer' ticklish, darlin'."
"I...p-please let me go.."
"Ooh, beggin' already. Look at ya, all helpless and squirmin' underneath me. Gonna make a mess outta you. Teach ya not to run from me."
A small embarrassed blush spread to your cheeks and you renowned your efforts in getting him off you. Unfortunately, Coyle grabbed both your wrists into one of his hands, leaning over you to put them above your head.
He leaned his head down, face inches away from yours. Your breath quickened as you looked up into his sunglasses. You searched for his eyes, and even though you couldn't see them, you knew they were looking down into yours, dark and sinister.
"Was gonna use this," his free hand patted his shock baton equipped to the holster on his side, "but I think I'll have more fun breakin' ya with my bare hands."
"No! C-Coyle, please noho...I'm sorry!" You watched as his hand crept up to your side again and you shook your head, an anticipatory smile spreading across your face. He rested his fingers in the space between your back and your ribs, ready to strike any second.
"It's too late to apologize, honey."
And with that, Coyle's fingers dug into your side and sent a ticklish shock jolting through your whole body. You let out a squeal and fell into giggles, pulling your arms down with no luck in escaping his tight hold.
His fingers skittered lower and pinched at the skin above your hip through your thin shirt. Your legs kicked out behind Coyle, shoes slamming into the floor.
"Nohoho, ple-plehease!"
Coyle snickered. "Bad spot, huh?" He doubled his efforts and dug deep into your hip bone, thumb rubbing back and forth and making you go crazy. You threw your head back in loud laughter, arching your back up into him.
He was relentless with his squeezing, not letting up for even a second. He strengthened his hold on your wrists and pinched back up your side, using the same amount of pressure on your hip.
"Gonna make you squeal." The teasing tone in his deep southern accent made you blush and close your eyes, refusing to look at the mischievous smirk drawn on his lips. Your laughter echoed off the thin walls of the courthouse, and it raised in volume as his hand darted to your ribs.
This is fucking crazy, you thought to yourself. How did you end up with a dangerous prime asset tickling you for god sake?
You weren't sure what would be worse; the pain from his shock baton or the humiliation from him reducing you to a helpless pile of laughter on the floor.
You didn't have much time to think about it as his fingers skittered on top of your ribs, occasionally digging into the spaces between them and making you yelp.
"Nohot there! C-COYLE!"
"I don't think yer' in any position to be makin' demands. You're gonna obey me til' I'm done witcha." You groaned and fell into giggles again as Coyle's fingers wiggled atop your ribs and down to your stomach. You sucked in a breath and tried to evade his fingers, but they followed wherever your torso went.
Suddenly, he stretched his hand out and dug all five fingers into the middle of your stomach, shaking and contracting them harshly. Your eyes shot open again at the feeling and you cackled, bellowing laughter ripping from deep within your chest.
"Look at ya, a motherfuckin' mess on my floor. Look at you dance." With his teasing words, you let out a tiny whine in between your cackling. He chuckled at that and continued his torment on your stomach for a while longer before stopping, keeping his rough fingers splayed on your torso.
You gasped for air as your chest rose and fell quickly. You dared to look back at Coyle and found him smirking down at you, shaking his head slowly before tilting it to the side. "Don't think I'm done with you, sweetness. Hell, I'm just gettin' started."
You barely had time to recover from his last attack before he suddenly let go of your wrists and connected both of his hands to your sides, digging in with a pace quick enough to catch you off guard.
You screamed and dug your heels into the ground, arms crashing down to your sides and grabbing onto his. Unfortunately, you were weakened with laughter, your pushing hands doing nothing to deter his tickling ones.
"I-I cahan't!"
"Oh, I think you can," Coyle chuckled, leaning in to put his face right in front of yours, "and you will."
If he couldn't see the blush on your cheeks, he could definitely feel the heat radiating off them. You refused to look at him, instead looking off to the side or closing your eyes. He hummed and continued to dig into your sides, looking down at your body to view the squirming mess he's made underneath him, a low growl rumbling from his chest.
"Ya sure are sensitive. Gettin' me all worked up with the way you writhing under me."
His hands crawled up your sides and under your arms, digging in with a renowned swiftness. Your laughter went silent for a few seconds as you let go of his hands and slammed your arms tightly to your sides.
You shook your head side to side, swallowing a heap of air before letting cackles out once again. Your laughter was intermixed with squeals and screams, your back arching into Coyle and slamming back onto the floor.
"My god," Coyle seemed taken aback by your reactions and smirked, tobacco stained teeth peaking out from behind his lips, "this must be driving you fuckin' crazy. That's too bad."
He switched back and forth from digging his thumbs into the hollows of your arms and skittering all his fingers lightly under your arms, teetering between hard and soft.
He was right, it was driving you fucking crazy.
The rough and electrifying digging of his thumbs suddenly becoming light and somewhat gentle; it was making your mind hazy and your voice drip on the edge of hoarse.
"F-fuhuck you!"
Coyle abruptly ceased his working fingers, leaving them to rest under your arms and make you twitch at every involuntary flex of the digits. He stared down at you, silent until you made the mistake of looking back at him.
You slowly turned your head to stare into his aviators, unable to see the fiery gaze from behind them. Yet you could feel it from the sudden thick tension in the air around you two. Your lips curled into a nervous smile and you swallowed, taking in shallow breaths to regain some air in your lungs.
"Oh sweetness," Coyle began, tutting with a disapproving shake of his head, "yer' gonna regret that real bad. Gon' make you scream an' cry out for god."
He didn't let you get out any pleas of mercy before bringing a hand down and latching onto your hip, keeping the other one under your arm. In an instant, both hands dug deep into your skin, not letting up for a single moment.
The thumb at your hip drilled into the bone roughly, sending a ticklish shockwave throughout every single nerve in your body. The fingers under your arm sank deep into the hollow, shaking and scratching in a way that could only be deemed as cruel.
"WAHAIT-"
The combination of the two spots drove you past insanity. Any thoughts in your brain were dissolved instantly. You could only let out a deafening scream and succumb to silent laughter afterwards. Your squirming had slowed, save for a few kicks of your legs and small taps to Coyle's arms. Tears threatened to leak from your tightly closed eyes.
"My, what a god damn sight. You were just askin' for this."
You sucked in a deep breath, pushing past all the laughter that stripped itself from deep in your chest and fighting for words.
"PLEHEHEASE, I'M SOHORRY!"
"Aw, yer' begging just like I said you would." He chuckled in between his words. "Ya' learn your lesson yet?"
You nodded wildly. "Y-YEHES! GOD, PLEASE!"
Coyle hummed, not letting up on his attack. "Hm, I ain't sure yet."
After a bit more of his sadistic attack on your hip and underarm, he could see tears running down your pink cheeks and your breathing was getting slower. He slowed his fingers to a halt and removed his hands from your body, resting one on his belt buckle and the other atop his thigh.
You said no words as you lay there underneath him, letting out small coughs and gasping for air. Involuntary twitches ran through your body as you lied stiff and kept your eyes closed, taking in deep breaths and letting your mind uncloud.
"Well shit, look at you. Really did make ya cry. You're lucky I stopped. Couldn't kill a pretty lil' thing like you."
You stayed silent, still unable to form any words from his onslaught. Coyle eyed you warily, giving a quick poke to your side. You gasped and shot your eyes open to stare daggers at him, bringing your hand up to the spot he touched. Coyle let out a deep laugh and retracted his hand.
"Now don't look at me like that. Ya know you liked my hands all over ya'. Didn't ask me to stop once."
You were at a loss for words at that, as if you had any to say before that comment. Your face heated up and you stared down at the ground. "Get off me."
Coyle looked at you, leaning in close and whispering into your ear. "What was that, hun'?"
You shuddered. "...Please."
Coyle chuckled, finally getting off your waist and standing over you, looking down at your body on the floor. "Jesus, ya' really know how to get a man's attention."
With him off your waist, you quickly stood and wiped the dust from your pants, refusing to make eye contact with Coyle. He started walking down the hall, but not before turning back to you with a smirk. "Rest darlin'. I'll come back for ya' later for round two."
With that, Coyle made his way down the hall, humming an old tune and leaving you in the dim-lit hallway. You stood still for a moment, before turning to go back to the shuttle. A small blush formed on your cheeks, making it a dead giveaway that you wouldn't mind his little promise.
an: yes more coyle!! and sweet mother gooseberry ๐โโ๏ธ what a dangerous duo, thank you for the request! enjoy! ๐ค
"Don't you fuckin' run from me!"
"Come here, little darling!"
You panted for air as you fled in horror through the labyrinth of the police station. It was supposed to be an easy mission, as Easterman had reassured you in the shuttle; your only task was to reach the security room and free the convicts. You were stealthy on your feet, able to evade the lurking police officer and the other ex-pops that wandered the halls.
What you hadn't expected was another prime asset to assist in the hunt for your life. Why the hell was Gooseberry here?! You had the unfortunate luck of encountering her presence, if the exasperated scream when she caught sight of you was anything to go by, which resulted in the alertness of the cop, who practically sprinted down the hall with hypervigilance.
And now you were here, bolting down the corridor in search of an exit for your freedom.
You heard enraged shouts and heavy footsteps following behind you. This place was like a labyrinth, doors hinged to each wall and leading to other rooms, rooms you definitely had no business being in. Surely you could lose them with just a few left and right turns.
Some rooms were pitch black with a deafening silence, so, careful not to step on any glass as to alert the prime assets, you slowly crouched your way through the rooms and evaded any outside light. The only sound that could be heard was your own beating heart and labored breathing.
You were so caught up in your own stealth that you failed to notice Mother Gooseberry lurching right towards you from behind. The sound of a drill broke you out of your furtiveness, along with a hand that grabbed the back of your bicep. A gasp and a scream ripped out of you, your arm struggling to break free from the woman's strong hold.
Stumbling on your feet, you were dragged out of the dark room and into the hallway, where you saw the officer standing with his hands on his belt, a sinister grin on his face. Gooseberry threw you to the floor and you landed on the cold tile with a grunt, immediately getting on your back and trying to crawl backwards. Fear struck your heart and you felt nauseous as the prime assets crept towards your figure, like two foxes cornering a rabbit.
"Well shit, look at you." Coyle chuckled, inching a hand towards his shock baton.
"There's a good child. Daddy, would you like to operate?"
Your palms grew clammy as you clumsily tried to back away, hands slipping against the tile and rendering you incapacitated. It was like you couldn't move all of a sudden, even though your brain was screaming at you to run. Fight back. Anything.
You stared up at the bloodthirsty killers above you, eyes wide and chest heaving when they closed in on both sides of your small frame. Coyle grabbed your leg and pulled it so you fell on your back, dark aviators staring down at you, with a smirk that verged sadism. Your hands came up in front of you defensively, a feeble attempt at protecting yourself.
"Aww, poor child. Don't worry, it'll all be over in a moment."
Gooseberry leaned over your cowering frame and put a hand on your waist to hold you in place, her other hand replaced with her Doctor Futterman puppet drill inching closer to your face. You squirmed away, feet scuffing the floor for any kind of movement to evade the drill. Gooseberry's hold on your waist tightened, a harsh squeeze delivering a ticklish sensation to your side, which made you shout with a yelp and jerk to the side.
Gooseberry's dark stance faltered and a coy smile replaced her sinister one. She kept the hand on your side, sending it another quick pinch and watching as your reaction showed one short of a squeak and another jerk. Coyle watched the whole thing with a raised eyebrow, glancing between you on the floor and Gooseberry. He narrowed his eyes at her, a frustrated scowl taking over as he spat at her between the cigarette on his lips.
"Why the hell did you stop?!"
Gooseberry gave him a warm smile and a little giggle, looking up at him with a sly, yet also innocent expression.
"It seems to me that the child is ticklish! Tell me officer, wouldn't you like to have some fun first?"
Coyle gaped at her, his cigarette threatening to fall out of his mouth if it opened any more. He was slack jawed at her question, eyeing suspiciously between her and you. You stared back at him, face pale and lips in a thin line.
"What kinda baby shit is that?! Let me just cook the fucker."
"Oh, sir," Gooseberry shook her head disapprovingly, "don't use such foul language around our guest." She looked back at you with a cheery smile, reaching down and giving your side another squeeze. You yelped with an involuntary laugh, hand rushing to cover the spot she had prodded. "See, just listen to that giggle! When was the last time you had any fun around here, officer?"
Coyle kept a hand on his belt buckle and brought the other one up to throw his cigarette on the ground. "I got plenty of fun 'round here. Chasing scum and fryin' em whole."
"Aw, but not like this!" she sang, prodding your other side this time in the endeavor for your laughter.
Coyle grumbled, shaking his head and contemplating for a moment. He peered down at your frame on the ground, debating whether or not his ego would let him do this. You did look scared on the ground, like a prey about to be eaten by its' predator. Ultimately, and reluctantly, he nodded his head with a sigh.
"Alright, but I want this shitbird screaming by the end of it. Don't seem like they talk much."
Mother Gooseberry giggled, nodding her head in agreement, before turning towards you again. "Oh, certainly! Don't look so scared, child. We only want to play!"
You weren't entirely sure what was going on; your mind was hazy just from the fear of being right in front of the two most psychopathic people you know of. This situation seemed so unreal, was this really about to happen? You thought you'd get the drill and the baton, but instead you were about to be tickled?
There wasn't much time given for you to really process your situation, as the two crouched down on either side of you. Your eyes flittered between them both, voice unable to protest as Coyle lifted one of your arms up with a tight grip, keeping it on the ground above your head. Gooseberry used her puppet drill to hold down your other arm, the weight of it (and your pure anxiety) stopping it from moving.
It wasn't until Gooseberry's fingers were back on your side and skittering above your thin shirt did you make noise. Small titters and gasps came out of you, your back arching off the ground at the unexpected sensations.
"W-wahahait! N-noho!"
"Ah, so you can speak." Coyle muttered.
Gooseberry beamed. "Aww, does this tickle?"
She focused her gaze on the officer, who was only holding your arm down while the other stayed dormant on his knee, unsure if he wanted to participate in this odd situation. "Won't you join in on the entertainment, sir? I think they're extra sensitive here."
She brought her hand to your upper side, giving it a strong tweak. You yelped and bucked your hips, a wobbly smile growing on your face. Feet kicked out on the floor as your arms pulled against the hands that held them down. Gooseberry giggled, delightfully, turning her head back to Coyle.
"See! Just look at the child squirm. We might need to restrict these little legs here though..."
Coyle chucked with a small shake of his head. "No, let them writhe. They ain't gonna get away."
You watched as Coyle inched his hand towards the spot Gooseberry prodded and your squirming increased, back shuffling away from his creeping hand. You didn't make it an inch though, as Gooseberry stopped you with a tut and poked your side. You involuntarily jerked back into Coyle, whose hand landed on your side and provided it with yet another squeeze.
He seemed content with your shout and spew of airy giggles, just the tiniest line of a smile up turned on his face. He seemed yet to be convinced this was something other than childish and embarrassing. But he supposes childish behavior would be found with this strange woman nearby.
Gooseberry continued with the spidering on your other side, gliding her blunt nails over your shirt and towards the center of your stomach. You sucked in a breath, trying to evade her fingers, but it was fruitless. Higher pitched giggles poured out of you, legs kicking out to find friction on the tile.
"Oh, you sweet child." Gooseberry praised, "tickle, tickle, tickle!"
Coyle scoffed at her ridiculous teasing, finding all of this to be just completely absurd. He rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses, unbeknownst to Gooseberry, who was thriving with glee in reducing you to a pile of giggles, and you, who had your eyes shut tight with a wavering smile.
"Fuckin' ridiculous I tell you."
"Don't worry, officer. We'll have them begging eventually!"
Coyle grumbled something you couldn't pick up over the sound of your own giggles. They spiked again when Gooseberry skimmed her fingers over your navel and dipped a finger in, making your stomach vibrate with a fluttery sensation.
You threw your head back at the intense feeling, back arching and falling back down against the cold floor.
Gooseberry's eyes widened at your reaction, the giddy smile never leaving her face. "Ooh! A giggle button!"
She swirled her finger around before digging it in further, relishing in the way you squealed and scrunched up your nose, feet kicking out at the air.
Coyle appeared to gain an interest in your loud reactions to Gooseberry's single finger, so he snaked a hand towards your hip and gave it a harsh squeeze. Your eyes shot open, hips bucking in the air with a yelp, as you pulled on your arms at the sudden feeling shooting through your nerves.
"Well," he smirked, "I suppose I can oblige just a bit."
You shook your head, bringing your eyes up to plead with him. "Noho! P-plehehease!"
He smirked back down at you, eyes glinting with a sudden mischievousness that you couldn't see. Another pinch to your hip had you bucking out against his hand again with a cry short of a cackle. He snickered, giving your restrained wrist a squeeze before taking on a mock-sympathetic frown.
"Oh, what are you gonna do? Call the police?
Mother Gooseberry giggled at his tease. "There's the enthusiasm!"
Now at the same time, Gooseberry and Coyle littered their fingers over your torso. The woman crawled her fingers viciously slow over your stomach, making it tremble from the soft touch. Coyle kept his hand on your hip, throwing random squeezes to it and making your voice teeter on giggles and full on laughter.
"Aww, who's a ticklish little plaything?" Gooseberry sang.
"Ahaha-nohoho!"
A pink hue of blush dusted over your cheeks, which didn't go unnoticed by the two as Gooseberry cooed at your reddened face.
"Look at them blushing! What a pretty little face!"
Your giggles only increased at her teasing. While this was definitely an unusual punishment, you supposed it was better than death. But her teases were going to kill you, if she kept flustering you like this.
Gooseberry's fingers crawled up to your ribs, earning her a high pitched squeal and a scrunched up nose. She wiggled her fingers all over, ranging from slow and gentle to rough and dangerously ticklish. You arched your back again with a whine when she dug into your lower ribs.
A surprised gasp emitted from her. "Oh! Is someone a little extra sensitive here?"
Coyle chuckled at your whine, a shit-eating smirk plastered on his face. He redirected his hand from your hip to your other side of ribs, digging his fingers in just like the woman did, observing your reactions.
With the two of them indulging in your ribs, you let out a shriek and threw your head back, mouth wide with uncontrollable laughter. Your restricted hands splayed out and contracted, trying to grab at the floor or, god, anything to hold onto.
"Easy there, sweetness. You gonna get yerself hurt."
"NAHAnoho! Oho GOHOD!"
"Awful spot, huh? That's too damn bad."
Gooseberry snickered. "Yehes, that is too bad. But those laughs!"
You shook your head, unable to get anything out other than cries of laughter as they tore you apart with just their fingers. Gooseberry moved her hand back to your middle, wiggling her nails in such a deliberately gentle way it made your stomach quiver and shake.
Coyle kept his hand on your ribs, shaking all five of his fingers into the center of them and causing another scream to rip from your throat. He stared at your scrunched and blushing face, sniggering at the screams that emitted from you.
"God almighty. Noisy little thing."
The two of them kept on with their tickling in their respected spots, very clearly driving you up the wall. Gooseberry soft touches and extremely flustering teases had permitted you with a giddy smile, while Coyle's rough fingers and sadistic smirk made your stomach churn with anticipation.
You were rigid with your movements, the two opposite feelings causing you to kick and buck and grab at nothing, all while your throat was running dry with squeals and cackles and yelps.
Coyle suddenly changed his tactics, bringing his hand further and placing it on your underarm. The absolute screech you let out caused the two prime assets to stop dead in their tracks. Gooseberry had concern laced in her features, while Coyle just stared down at you with wicked glee.
"Officer, did you hurt the child?! What did I say about fun first?"
Coyle let out an ugly cackle, shaking his head and peering up at the woman. "Nah, but they 'bout to be screaming like I did."
You whined at that, glancing between the two of them frantically with an askew smile. Coyle suddenly shifted his position, lifting his knee up and replacing it with the hand that kept your arm restrained. The weight of his knee on your arm sustained it in place, and you looked up at him with wide eyes, quivering lips silent at your new predicament.
"Oho, you a little shy now, ain't ya?"
It was like a rush of giggles broke through the dam you had built up; they flowed out of you as Coyle's now two hands crept towards your exposed underarms. You pulled on your arms, fighting with the little strength you had left for any opportunity to break free. They were just too strong though.
"Hey! Why do you get to use two hands? That's not very fair." Gooseberry cried.
Coyle paused his descent to look up at her, furrowing his brows with an annoyed expression. "Get creative, lady."
You had no time to prepare as Coyle's fingers landed in both of your underarms, ten fingers digging in and relishing in the way your back arched and your mouth opened with a cry and roar of boisterous laughter. Your howls didn't deter Coyle this time though; he snickered and pressed into your skin further.
"F-FUHUCK! PLEHEHEASE!"
Gooseberry gasped, narrowing her eyes towards you with a tut. "Language child!"
"FUCK OHOHOFF! AH! GOHOHOD DAMMIT!"
Your head was thrown back in ticklish agony, so you failed to notice the scowl that appeared on Gooseberry's face, her demeanor suddenly changing at your foul words.
"That is no way to talk to Mother."
Her hand found your hip, pinching the bone with a sudden and new intensity that you hadn't felt from her before. You instantly regretted your choice of words as the combined feeling of Coyle's digs and her pinches sent shocks of electrifying and ticklish and god awful sensations through your entire body. You hadn't felt Coyle's baton before, but it was sure to rival with this.
"Ooh, you gonna pay for that mouth." Coyle snickered.
Even Coyle seemed taken aback by her shift in attitude, sparing a glance in her direction and wondering if he should tread warily around her now.
He was quickly brought back by your scream though, as you kicked out and slammed your feet on the tile, the force of it echoing throughout the thin walls of the station. His cold-blooded smirk reestablished on his face, aviators staring at your laughter-drunk appearance.
"Mother is gonna have to teach you manners!"
The two of them continued with their torture until you were within reach of silent hysterics. Tears threatened to spill over your eyes and your squirming was coming to a near halt, the rigidness getting slower by the second.
It wasn't until your voice was silent and you were spitting out gasps did they finally, albeit reluctantly, stop. The two of them stood up, towering over your shaky figure on the tile. You curled in on yourself and shifted to lay on your side, chest heaving for air with small giggles filtering out past your lips.
Coyle smirked with a chuckle. "Now we can get to the real fun." He reached for the baton on his belt.
Gooseberry, who seemed to calm down from her earlier rage, put a hand out in front of him. "Aw, but just look at the poor child. Shouldn't we give them a rest first?"
Coyle's brow twitched, dark sunglasses staring at her before leering down at you. You looked up at the two of them with a panicked expression, anxiously biting on your lower lip.
He gave a few moments hesitation before ultimately sighing with a grumble. He held his head up proudly and lingered his gaze on your fearful expression, the tiny smirk coming back on his face.
"Fine. They'll come crawling back. No one ever really loses a taste for the glove."
Gooseberry giggled. "Mother will see you again my little lamb!"
The prime assets grinned, turning on their heels to go do god knows what, and left you on the floor. You eventually caught your breath and recovered some of your strength, getting off the tile with weak and shaky knees.
Unsure of whether to continue your search for the security room, you waited until you heard them go back in the insertion gates before making a move.
You'd be sure to be watch your back with extra caution the rest of the trial.
an: okay guys here you goโฆ.the fic thatโs been sitting in my drafts since like january LMAO. if this is bad you never read it. also sorry itโs not that long.
"leland coyle you put me down this instant!"
you weren't sure how you ended up in this position: draped over the officer's shoulder with one of his strong arms wrapped tightly around the small of your back, carrying you towards the empty bedroom.
"that pretty lil' mouth of yer's does a whole lotta sassin', huh?" you could hear the shit-eating grin plastered on his face. you banged your fists on his back, kicking your legs out to try and squirm your way out of his grasp. "gon' give ya one hell of a punishment, sweetness."
you couldn't help the blush spreading across your cheeks at his teasing comments. he knew just how to put you on edge. although you wouldn't admit it out loud, you secretly liked his taunting words and the fun that came with it. but coyle knew it too.
the sudden drop onto the soft sheets of the bed made you squeal and put your hands out in front of you defensively. coyle let out a deep chuckle and quickly straddled your lap, bringing a hand up to take off his dark aviators and toss them on the nightstand beside the bed.
you looked up at him with a bitten lip, trying to hold in giggles. he stared back down at you, a raging fire rising from deep within his piercing dark eyes. they were fierce with malicious intent, a hidden playfulness behind it that made your stomach stir with anticipation and excitement.
"you've been pretty bad, hmm? gettin' me all worked up with that mouth of yours." not breaking eye contact, his hands latched onto your wrists and tugged them down by your sides, his knees lifting to efficiently trap them under the weight of his legs. a giggle slipped past under your breath. "if i didn't know any better, i'd say you was just asking for this."
with your arms out of the way, he brought his hands up to your sides, rubbing his thumbs over the top of the sides of your stomach. a small growl stirred from deep within his chest and he let out a long slow breath, lips curling upwards into a dirty smirk. "god, yer beautiful. can't help myself from gettin' my hands all over ya."
your cheeks heated at that, a whine breaking past your lips. even though this was technically what you indirectly asked for, a whisper of nervousness made you test the weight of his knees on your wrists, slightly pulling on them. it was fruitless though, you weren't getting out of this one. not like you really wanted to though.
"plehease go easy on mehe, i'm sorry!"
"gigglin' already, mmh. i can smell the excitement on ya." you felt his fingers start to drag up and down your sides, at a speed so tantalizingly slow it made your breath hitch and back arch. tiny sputters of giggles dripped from your lips as his fingers picked up pace, spidering teasingly along your sides and atop your stomach.
"a-ah! cohohoyle!"
"yes, sweetheart?" the deep, southern drawl made you melt, "so ticklish, always love that 'bout ya."
his fingers dug in a little harder, making your giggles spike in pitch and turn into whole-hearted laughs. your legs kicked out behind him and you instinctively pulled on your arms, tilting your head back with a wide smile on your reddened face. the spidering promptly turned into squeezes on your lower sides, knowing the quick tasers drove you wild. you shook your head. "it tihickles soho bad!"
coyle chuckled and leaned in close to your ear, his small beard scratching against your neck ,making you squeal and move your head to the side. with a snarl and a deep purr, he whispered into your ear.
"fuckin' good."
he placed a small kiss to your neck, making sure to dig his scruff into the bare skin above your collarbone before sitting back up. tiny giggles spewed out your lips and you pressed your head to your shoulder to rid of the ticklish feeling.
coyle seemed pleased with your reactions with the grin on his face, letting out a low pleased hum. his fingers pinched up to your ribs and you squealed before falling into spouts of laughter once again. an effort was made to buck your hips, but the weight of coyle on top of you made it nearly impossible to move an inch off the bed.
the drilling into the spaces between your ribs made you shriek, heels digging into the soft mattress which you lied upon. his coarse fingers made no efforts to let up, despite your writhing. your fingers grabbed the sheets, crumbling them up in your hands as the feeling spread like flames all over your body.
unexpectedly, his right hand switched to light spidering on your right upper ribs, while his left continued the electrifying prodding into your left lower ribs. the complete opposite sensations on two different spots drove you mad and forced a scream out of your lungs.
"ooh, really got you goin' now." coyle sinisterly laughed along with you, not letting up his working fingers. cackles emitted from deep within your chest and you shook head side to side before trying to hide your face in the mattress.
a disapproving hum rumbled from coyle and he brought his right hand up to grab hold of your chin, forcing you to look at him. "hey, don't hide that face from me. wanna watch that pretty mouth squeal an' beg."
you blushed at the compliment and he noticed the red in your cheeks. he cooed and tickled under your chin a bit. "aww, sweetness. your blushin's makin' me go soft." you whimpered between laughs and looked off to the side, embarrassment creeping up your neck.
coyle's fingers abruptly stopped the torment on your ribs and you took in deep breaths of air, happy for the break. a lopsided smile spread on your face as you looked up at coyle, the cop smirking down at you.
"what a sight. teachin' you to obey."
he swiftly leaned down again, hands flexing against your ribs. his lips came close to your ear, the smell of tobacco and cigars lingering around your nose. coyle growled and nipped at the skin below your ear lobe, earning a small squeak from you in reward. he planted well-placed kisses along the dip in your neck and along your collarbone, the ticklish feeling cueing your tiny giggles again.
"that tickle, honey?"
"yehehes, my gohod, i'm s-sorry!"
coyle shook his head, purposefully rubbing his beard against your skin as he tuttered. "should've been apologizin' before all this, should've kept that lip away."
you squealed at the itchy feeling of his stubble, trying to rid of the unbearable sensation, but coyle's head was stopping yours from moving. you had no choice but to lie there and take it, resorting to pleading in between giggles instead.
"ihi'm sorry, a-aha! i won't sahass you anymohore."
"damn right, you won't. you're reapin' what you sow."
coyle's hands reached down and started tasering your sides, making you gasp and flinch underneath him before succumbing to deep laughter again. the mix of his beard and rough fingers sent waves of shocks sparking up your nerves, creating a rigidness in your body that made your back arch and legs beat into the mattress.
"OHOKAY! p-please cohoyle! enough!"
coyle hummed quizzically, seizing his neck tickling and laying his head on your shoulder, staring up into your eyes, which threatened to spill tears at any more vicious attacks. he studied your face for a few moments with a grin before abruptly sitting back up and switching to light spidering on your sides.
bubbly giggles poured out of you, skin crawling at the teasing touch. he looked down at you expectantly, before giving a small nod. "you gon' be good for me?"
you nodded rapidly, sputtering loud squeaks in between pants of air. "yehehes, yes i prohomise."
coyle chuckled and stopped his fingers, instead rubbing up and down your sides soothingly. you let out a sigh of relief and caught your breath, drawing in deep breaths and looking up at the officer.
"you are a wicked man, leland." coyle let out a sharp cackle before shaking his head, getting off your waist to sit on the edge of the bed. he winked at you with that hint-of-sadism smirk.
"aww, don't act like ya don't love it. just doin' you a favor."
you rolled your eyes and gave him a playful shove before sitting up as well, a small blush rushing to your cheeks. coyle noticed and grinned at this, teeth showing between his lips.
an: heyyyyy guys have this super small fic as i try to get through some writers block and find motivation๐ฎโ๐จplease enjoy๐ค
Coyle threw his hat off to the side, missing its place on the nightstand and landing on the ground, along with his aviators that he neatly placed on the nearby desk. He dove onto the bed, capturing you in his arms and wrapping them around your waist tightly. His head landed in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent and sighing out contentedly as he mumbled into your shoulder. "Mm. Missed ya so much. Smell so good."
You let out a huff of a giggle, pushing on his shoulders as you lightheartedly complained.
"Leland, gehet off! You're all gross and sweaty!"
He titled his head to gaze up at you, putting on a small frown. "You sayin' you don't love me like this?" You rolled your eyes at him with a tiny grin, giving him an expectant look and nodding your head towards the bathroom.
"I'll love you after you shower."
His frown was replaced with a smirk, eyes narrowing at yours before his head dipped back in between your neck and shoulder. "Why, yer' trying to hurt my feelings, huh?" He spoke into your neck, his breath and scruff tickling it. The scratchy feeling made you giggle out, attempting to move your head away from its position on the pillow.
"Y-yohou also need toho shave!"
You felt him grin against your neck, purposely scratching his beard on the skin and only shaking his head more when he heard your giggles increase. "Aw, I think it's nice like this. Don't ya agree?"
"Leheheland!"
"What is it, darlin'? I'm just trying to ask ya a simple question!"
Coyle pressed a kiss to your neck, peppering more up towards your jaw and to the side of your cheek. Your smile was bright in the dimly lit room, teeth showing as you giggled out at the tickly feeling and the sweet gesture. "It does make you look quite handsome." You brought a hand up to comb through his short hair, grinning at him as he leaned back to gaze at you.
"Ah, good. 'Cause then I can keep doing this."
His head was back in between yours and your shoulder, lips nipping at your neck lightly while his beard rubbed against it with even more vigor. You shrieked, instant giggles flowing loudly past your lips as your squirming doubled. "W-wahahait! Noho!"
He ignored your pleas, smirking and raising his hand to hold the side of your head still. "Man, that shift had me starving. Would ya be kind and hold still, honey?"
You tried to push his head away, but it proved effortless as he nibbled against your neck. He added his hands into the mix as well, fingers darting to your ribs and scribbling up and down them. Giggles turned into bubbly laughter as your writhed underneath him. Your hands were in a frenzy, switching from pulling on his head, to his shoulders, and to his fingers. "DOHON'T! Goho awahahay!"
"I just got home and yer' wanting me to leave?"
You nodded your head. "YEHES!"
He snickered into your neck, his warm breath making you squeal. The hands at your ribs travelled down to your sides, rapidly squeezing at them over your shirt. You bucked your hips, laughter increasing and nearing silent hysterics as the combined feeling drove you up the wall.
Your hands rushed up to his hair, fingers grabbing at random pieces and pulling them away from you. He grunted, sucking in a breath at the sudden harsh feeling as his head was forcefully removed from your neck. "Ow ow ow, okay okay!" The fingers at your sides stilled and he gave you a tiny pout. "Someone's a lil' too sensitive."
You rolled your eyes at him with a grin, the hands in his hair flying to his underarms and digging in. "Shower. Now."
Coyle barked out a cackle, arms crashing down to his sides as he hurriedly rolled off of you and almost fell off the bed. He narrowed his eyes at you as he stood up, a small blush just slightly playing on his face. "T-That wasn't fair."
You held in a giggle and gave him your best expectant look with a tiny grin, watching as he sauntered into the bathroom and shut it behind him. You allowed yourself to relax back into the bed, fixing the covers and adjusting them over you comfortably.
A few seconds later, the bathroom door opened again and Coyle's head peeked out with a devilish smirk. "Don't get too comfy, sweetheart. Teachin' you to respect the police once I'm out."
The door shut again, and this time it was your turn to blush.
an: yayyyy more ler coyle! thanks for the request! enjoy!
'Rest darlin'. I'll come back for ya' later for round two.'
Those words played in your head every day for a week after your encounter with the police officer in the Courthouse. Something about his tone; it was flirtatiously teasy, and for a reason that you couldn't conclude, it drew you in. You knew the prime assets were highly charismatic, alluring in victims with a magnetic, charming facade. 'Don't let it get to you.' You always told yourself that before starting a trial.
Well, it clearly wasn't working now.
No amounts of distractions could deter your focus from Coyle. His words, the names he used towards you, that sadistic smirk; it all made your stomach twist with something of excitement and anticipation. You couldn't help the small blush that appeared with every sudden thought. He was attractive, you'd give him that. But you hadn't felt like this before. Part of you wanted to see him again, to see his teasy grin and hear the words of endearment. Maybe you could see what hid underneath those sunglasses of his. And if you got lucky, you could feel his hands all over y-
No. No no no. Don't be ridiculous. It's all just manipulation. A simple, trivial effort to bait and kill.
But, he did spare you. That's what made you question everything. He could've brought out that baton and put it right up to your E.S.O.P, sending fifty thousand volts coursing through your body and frying you whole until you were nothing but a smoking corpse on the floor. He let you live and escape though. Round two, you thought. Was he actually wanting to see you again?
Another week had now passed, coming up on over two weeks since you've seen Coyle. You had actively been avoiding his trials while you fought between the two sides of yourself. On one hand, you wanted to give in to this attraction; to go visit him, see what happens, if he'd actually even remember you. The contrary, though, you wanted to ignore these thoughts; forget the odd interaction, forget his teases, that smirk, his hands, how it wasn't that big of a deal.
Unfortunately, you had avoided his trials so much that Doctor Easterman took notice. Of course he did, he saw everything. The bastard had sentenced you to only Coyle trials for a few days. Alone. Maybe he saw the events that went down in the Courthouse halls, curiosity and amusement driving him to make that decision.
Part of you internally sprung with excitement, stomach fluttering with the idea of last time's events reoccurring. It would just be you and him in there. The other half wanted to focus on the objective; just get it done and prove to Easterman that you were capable of returning from Coyle's trial environments unscathed and unbothered.
The day had come. It was a simple trial, really. All you had to do was find the keys and change the film reel in the Police Station. You'd done this one before, it should be an easy in and out. So as you sat in that uncomfortable chair in the shuttle, you wondered how this was going to go. Just stay focused. This attraction will pass. It's nothing.
You stepped foot out of the shuttle, arriving in the top floors of the Police Station, where a long hallway led you to the first key. You went down the steps and into the auditorium, surrounded by uniformed mannequins and a film reel that played some sort of tape. You used the key on one of the rolling doors and grabbed the next two keys, ready to go find the reel and get out of this place.
Some time had passed as you treaded through the floors of the station, stealthing past ex-pops and avoiding the electric traps that were scattered all around the floors. You hadn't seen Coyle once yet, nor even heard the sound of his baton crackling in the distance. The thought of him lingered in the back of your mind, which made your stomach flutter with anticipation, but you pushed that feeling down with a quick shake of your head and a redirect of your focus.
With just a few keys, you found the film reel in the basement. You hated when it was down there; it took forever to lug it all the way back up to the top floor. Either way, you were almost finished now, so you trudged back up the stairs. You were growing a bit nervous; however, for the cocky officer was nowhere to be seen. Did he know you were here? Was he avoiding you? Some sort of disappointment panged in your chest at the thought of that question.
After about ten minutes, you made it back to the top floor. You rounded the corner of the hallway to the doors of the auditorium. Pausing in your tracks, you stood a few feet away from it with a raised brow, confusion showing on your face. Did you close the doors behind you before you went to find the reel? Usually, you wouldn't do that. But maybe you were so caught up in staying on task that you did it mindlessly. So with a shrug, you opened one of the doors and went in, swapping the film reel with a huff of physical exhaustion.
'No sight of Coyle', you thought. Maybe he really was avoiding you. Why did that disappoint you so much? You sighed with a shake of your head.
You spun on your heel, ready to go back to the shuttle, when you jumped with a small gasp at the unexpected figure in front of you. The cop stood in front of the doors with his hands on his belt buckle, blocking your only exit. He had that same shit-eating smirk on his fast like before, which made your stomach twist and skin run cold. His black aviators stared at you, and you could see your own nervous figure in the reflections of them.
"Aw, well look who we have here." His tone was that of a devilish one, amusement hidden beneath the surface of it.
You swallowed anxiously, biting the inside of your cheek as you stood there in silence. You had nothing to say, really, too nervous and shy to give him a response. He took your silence as an answer though, stepping forward slightly as his boots thudded against the wooden floor. He titled his head to the side with an even bigger grin. "You been avoiding me now?"
You shook your head slightly, lips straightening to a tight line as you took one, small step backward as he got closer. "N-no." You internally cursed yourself for stuttering, for showing him the worry on your face. He let out a small chuckle.
"You lookin' a little tense there."
You'd be lying if you said you weren't. That smirk, that same exact one from weeks ago, was plastered on his face with no hint of removal any time soon. You didn't want him to see how he was affecting you, how the hairs on the back of your neck stood at his tone. So, with all the courage you could muster up, you narrowed your eyes and challenged him. "I'm not tense. You're looking a bit rougher than before."
Coyle titled his head down, eyes squinting at you behind his sunglasses. His smile showed his tobacco-stained teeth. "Aw, trying to play all cool and collected. I can see right through it, honey."
There was one of those names again. The way it dripped off his tongue with ease made your stomach flip. He stood up tall, his baton swinging from its holster on his hip. You were about to say something else when he interrupted you, moving forward with his hands out next to him. "Let's cut the small talk, huh? I told ya I'd be back for round two." His voice suddenly became quieter and more sinister. "And here I am."
You had no time to register his words before he was lunging for you. You just narrowly missed his hands grabbing out for you. With a shriek, you dipped away from him and ran out of the auditorium. You heard him cackle behind you before heavy footsteps followed you out the doors. "Oh, you gonna make me work for it? Whatever you like, sweetness."
Your legs carried all of your weight as they ran forward with exertion, cutting a tight corner and sprinting down the length of the corridor. You weren't entirely sure why you were making a chase out of this; you expected this to happen if you'd come into contact with him. And both of you knew you had been the slightest bit excited for it, not that you'd ever admit it out loud.
It wasn't very far you made it down the hall before your leg tripped over something cold and hard. You went tumbling with a yelp, crashing against the floor. You turned on your back to see Coyle towering over you, his baton in hand as he smirked down at you. Oh, fuck. This wasn't what you were expecting. He really was going to electrocute you to your death.
Coyle used his free hand to lean down and grab your ankle, dragging you towards his frame and standing over your waist. You put your hands out in front of you, hoping to use them as some kind of defense. You thought it was over, that he wasn't sparing you this time. But, as the officer snickered under his breath, he put his weapon back in its place on his hip. He settled down atop your hips, quickly grabbing your outstretched hands and placing them under his knees.
You looked up at him in terror, but a wobbly smile made its way on your face as you tugged on your restrained hands. You shook your head, incoherent sounds of half-giggles and please bubbling to the surface of your lips. Coyle's hands landed on your sides, making you jerk at the touch. He held them still as he cooed at your nervous figure. "Oh, don't act like ya' didn't want this."
His fingers dove into your waist right after, scribbling against your sides and making you squeal before falling into airy giggles. You threw your head back and closed your eyes, pulling on your hands and kicking your feet out. Coyle chuckled at your immediate reaction, smirking down at you and digging his fingers in more. "Jus' as sensitive as before."
You could already feel your face heating up at his tease. Good thing you had the excuse of his hands tormenting your sides so you didn't have to look at him. You could just hear the smirk on his face. Seeing it would've made it all feel ten times worse.
The scribbling at your sides turned into squeezes up and down the length of it, making you shriek and buck your hips. His legs seized tighter around your thighs to steady himself on top of you, hands only becoming more restrained under the weight of his knees. Your giggles became more high-pitched and louder in volume, smile wide in an open-mouthed manner.
"C-Cohohoyle!"
He hummed at your giggly plea of his name, raising a brow and tilting his head down at you, not letting up with his rapid pinches. "What is it, honey?"
You whined in between your laughter at the pet name, which earned you a chuckle from the officer above you. You shook your head, peeking an eye open to gaze up at him. His smirk made your stomach flutter, which only added to the blush on your face. "Dohohon't!"
"Don't? I thought ya wanted this, hmm?"
You couldn't dare to look at him anymore, so you squeezed your eyes shut again and turned your head to the side, giggles spewing past your lips. "N-nohoho!" That was a blatant lie he saw right through.
He snickered above you. "I think that blush on yer pretty face is giving you away, darlin'."
His hands snaked to your stomach, deft fingers wriggling softly above your shirt and causing your giggles to die down some. You sucked in a breath, teeth gritted against one another as small titters emitted from your squirming frame. His touch was lighter now, making you suck in to try and deter his hands. It failed though, as he just sunk his fingers in more and scribbled them on your middle.
"You been too nervous to see me? That why you were ignoring me?"
You squealed as he hit a sensitive spot on your lower stomach. "I-I wahahasn't ihihignoring youehehe!" He chuckled and shook his head, focusing on the spot that made you squeal and digging his fingers in more.
"Ya' can't lie to me, sweetness. I was losing my patience, but I knew ya'd be back soon enough. You missed me."
You shook your head in between squeaky giggles, letting out tiny squeals when he dug his fingers in suddenly in random patterns. Your torso writhed under him, stuck between his legs with no where to go. You felt like your face was going to melt off with how warm it was, the heat creeping up your ears and trailing down your neck. To deviate from giving him a response, you kept giggling instead.
Coyle snickered. "It's alright, I know yer too shy to admit it."
His hands strayed from your stomach, inching further downward and finding vacancy on your hips. You gasped, giggles spiking up again and waist making a bigger effort to squirm around. Your reactions got his attention, as he smirked and raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Oh, I remember this lovely little spot. Made ya shriek. Gave away this little weakness of yer's."
Coyle's thumbs drilled into your hip bone, making you cry out as you threw your head back with the same gasp as last time. Your heavy laughter echoed around the floor of the station, reverberating off the thin walls and prompting the cop to snicker. "Nahahahohoho!"
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It was then that you came to the final realization that, yeah, you were enjoying this, as odd as it may be. The walls you built up around that thought had come crashing down. Even though you refused to tell him that, it wasn't very concealed by the bright grin on your face. Coyle noticed though, as the tugging on your arms seemed to seize for the most part, and your smile and blush only became more evident. He saw the slight shift in your demeanor, how you almost relaxed into his touch. It made him grin.
You heard him snicker. "Oh, I see it now. Ya didn't want to admit it to yerself."
You said nothing as he kept speaking, too embarrassed and too giggly to get any words of a rebuttal out. "You jus' couldn't wait for me to get my hands all over ya..."
His thumbs rubbed circles into your hips while his other fingers curled around your waist, digging into your lower back. A shrill squeal sounded from you and you only laughed louder. His teasing was driving you mad, making you blush harder and scrunch your nose up. The feeling jolted up your torso as you bucked your hips to the best of your ability. "I don't take lightly to people ignoring me though. I got feelings too, ya know."
The hands on your hips went away as they dove straight onto your ribs. You shrieked at the sudden contact, arching your back up and falling into shrill laughter as your body slammed against the floor once more. His fingers were merciless, scribbling and prodding and digging into the divots. Coyle chuckled at your shriek, staring down at you with a wide smirk. "Jesus, this driving you crazy?"
You nodded your head through hearty yelps, writhing left and right as he poked your most sensitive ribs. He hummed, leaning down next to your ear and blowing it in gently before speaking. "Fuckin' good."
The warm breath in your ear caught you by surprise, making you jerk your head away from him with a squeak. He took notice of the sound, following your head and repeating the same blowing motion. His hands stayed on your ribs, fingers still tickling ruthlessly. You squeaked again, bubbly giggles intermixing with your boisterous laughter. "Aw, what a pretty noise," Coyle chuckled, "Be good an' do it for me again, huh?"
You whined through your laughter, head already the farthest it could go with your restrained self underneath him. He snickered at your whine, fingers slowing to light scribbles against your upper ribs. You giggled loudly without a stop in sight and gave him the same squeal when his beard touched down against side of your neck.
"W-wahahahait! C-Cohohohlylehehe!"
He said nothing as he laughed along with you, his breath puffing directly into your ear and causing your shoulders to shake with titters. He dipped lower, purposefully rubbing his beard against your exposed skin. The close proximity made your stomach flutter, along with making your blush burn brighter. He could surely feel the heat radiating off them at the closeness. The itchy sensation on your neck caused another squeal to rip out of you, along with soft giggles as you tried your hardest to squirm away. "C-COYLE!"
His lips brushed against your ear. "What is it, sweetness?"
Another flip in your stomach. "Ehehe-enohohohough!"
He pulled back slightly, turning his head up to grin at your reddened and giggly face. "I'm just givin' ya exactly what you wanted."
There was a brief hesitation from you before you giggled out again. "Nohoho m-mohore!"
He hummed in thought, sitting back up and stilling his fingers on your ribs. You greedily took in as much air as your lungs would allow, grateful for the small break. Your chest heaved up and down as small giggles spewed out from the after feeling. Your eyes opened to glance up at him, seeing that teasy grin as he studied your face. You pursed your bottom lip out in a sudden shyness at the way he was looking at you, titling your head away from him. He chuckled softly and brought a hand up to grab your chin, forcing your head back towards his direction. "Aw, darlin'. Don't get all bashful on me now."
Your lips were held in a tight, wobbly grin as he held your chin, constraining you to look up into his aviators. He pulled his hand back, bringing it down to run a single finger up your side. You squeaked and twitched away from it, a giggle sounding from your chest. His smile was softer, but only for a brief moment, before he smirked again. "I don't think I'm done with ya yet, and I don't think yer' ready for me to be done, hm?"
You did nothing but giggle as he kept his index finger gliding up and down your side. You shook your head, which you weren't sure was a gesture of no or yes, but he took it as a confirmation and chuckled. His other fingers joined in at your waist, switching to scribbling all around your side. Your giggles picked up again, along with your squeaks as he brought his other hand up to wriggle against the tops of your ribs.
Coyle grinned ear to ear, his smile threatening to split his face as he took great amusement and pride in reducing you to laughter underneath him. "You just love to dance, huh? I love being the cause of that."
You shuddered as the hand at your side crept around to the side of your back, making you arch up away from the touch. This only further increased the feeling of the fingers on your ribs and you yelped as he hit a sensitive spot on one of the lower divots. You threw your head back as you yelped, your knee coming up to accidentally hit him in the back. He grunted at the impact, but the smirk remained on his face. "You tryin' to hurt me now?"
You shook your head, giggles pouring out as you stammered to speak. "N-nohoho! I'm sohohorry!"
He snickered at your giggle mixed apology. Suddenly, he paused his hands on their reserved spots, peering down at your through his black sunglasses. "Ya know, I didn't get to test any lower than yer hips before I had ya' begging and screaming."
Your eyes shot open at that, head snapping forward at him as you stared through his sunglasses with your mouth slightly agape. A nervous feeling flooded in your stomach, sending shudders up and through your nerves. Your head shook wildly and your struggling under his weight increased. Anticipatory giggles flew out of your mouth as that blush from before made its way onto your cheeks again.
Coyle seemed to perk up more at your panicked reactions, his eyes narrowing at you with playfully ill intent. With that same shit-eating grin, he snickered in amusement. His head titled sideways as slyness plastered itself on his features. "Ooh, what kinda pretty noises you hidin' from me?" His hands crept behind his frame and your breath hitched as you could no longer see them.
"Coho-Coylehehe, p-please! I cahahahan't!"
"Can't what, honey? Can't take it? I'm afraid you'll have to," a deep, hyena-like laugh emitted from him as he said that, making you whine.
More giggles sounded all around the hall. Your whole body tensed as it awaited for its demise. Coyle scooted up more, now straddling your hips so he had better access to your legs. You kicked them out, trying to evade hands that you couldn't see. You pleaded with him through giggly whines and groans. His hands found your thighs, gripping them with a force that held them down in place. "Stop resistin', sweetness. Just doin' ya a favor!"
The piercing scream that ripped from deep within your chest had Coyle taken aback slightly as his hands squeezed the tops of your thighs in rapid, repeating motions. Instantly, you were thrown into heavy cackles, head flinging back as your eyes squeezed shut. The sensation shot through your nerves, making your entire body writhe and legs try their damnest to kick out against his fingers. Coyle hummed in surprise. "Oho, didn't hear that last time. Keep that up for me, yeah?"
Your mouth was open wide as you went silent for a moment before gasping and letting out more boisterous laughter. The heels of your shoes kicked against the floor, the sound of it echoing against the thin walls. Coyle's hands trailed farther up your thighs, pinching their way up and landing right below your hips. He dug his fingers in relentlessly, vibrating into the cloth of your pants. You absolutely howled with laughter, hiccupping between sets of cackles.
Coyle thoroughly enjoyed reducing you to a screaming mess, if the deep, ugly laugh of his was anything to go by. His wide grin was set on your reddened face and tightly shut eyes. "What a pretty sight before me."
You blushed intensely at his compliment, his words making your stomach flutter and smile turn giddy for other reasons than his fingers currently attacking your thighs. You wanted to hide your face, maybe even hope the floor would swallow you whole, but there was nothing you could do except listen and take it.
His hands skittered downwards until they landed on your knees, fingers squeezing the tops of them and prompting a new peal of laughter from you. They tensed under his fingers, muscles tightening and spasming as he pinched them vigorously. "Had enough yet, honey? Or are ya wanting more?"
You shook your head eagerly, gasping with laughter and writhing in earnest. "N-NOHO MORE!"
Coyle snickered and hummed in thought. His smirk turned downright evil as he gazed down at you. "You admit you love this, maybe I let you up."
Your breath hitched in your throat through your high-pitched laughter. No fucking way was he wanting you to say it out loud. That was a hill you'd die on. "NOHOHO WAHAHAY-"
Unfortunately, you might die right then and here if he kept up with those god awful knee squeezes. The sensation was driving you up the wall and way beyond it. Coyle shrugged his shoulders. "Hell, I don't mind makin' ya scream and squeal. I got time. You just say the words, sweetness."
Crimson burned into your cheeks as you contemplated your options. He did already know your enjoyment of this, but it was reaching you towards pure exhaustion. You thought about your pride for a moment, but decided it was all already thrown out the window. Yet, it was still highly embarrassing. You weren't sure if you'd ever recover from it.
You didn't have much time to think though as you felt his hands creep up and spider towards your inner thighs. You only got out an ear-piercing scream of 'no!' before they started squeezing rapidly. The sensation was unlike what you've ever felt before, sparking your nerves and lighting them on fire with such ticklish intensity.
Coyle cooed, zoning in on the area and pinching nonstop. "Aw shit, look at that. Did I find the spot?"
You nodded profusely, laughter hoarse and on the edge of silence. You couldn't even squeeze your legs together, his hands stopping them from moving closer. He pinched up and down the lengths of them, relishing in the way you screamed and cackled. "ENOUGHAHAHA-"
"Ya know what to say, darlin'."
"OKAHAY! IHI ADMIT IHIHIT!"
He smirked, questioning you further with an amused tone. "Admit what?"
You groaned through your laughter, taking in a deep breath and hiccupping. Your stomach ached as it trembled with each sharp laugh you let out. The amount of writhing you were doing was nearing a slower speed. So, even as your face burned with embarrassment, you shouted out what he really wanted to hear.
"I LOHOVE THIHISAHA-"
You went into silent laughter after that, the only thing heard being Coyle's snicker as he stopped his torment on your thighs. You gasped out, panting for much needed air and twitching at the phantom sensations that lingered. You had your eyes closed as you caught your breath, taking in heavy, deep breaths and focusing on regaining your stamina. After a few moments, Coyle poked your stomach, earning him a squeak in response.
You opened your half-teary eyes to peer up at him, trying your best to shoot daggers into his aviators. He only smirked more though, not intimidated in the slightest. He pursed his bottom lip out and cooed. "Aw, tryin' to act so tough."
"Gehet off me."
"Now that's no way to treat an officer. Ya wanting to go again?" His hands found your sides and you yelped, shaking your head and squirming under him.
"No! Noho, I'm sohorry!"
He chuckled and stood up from his place on your hips, standing over you with a sly grin as he watched you lie on the ground in giggly exhaustion. He brought a hand up to tip his crush cap towards you while the other one found his belt buckle. "I think ya owe me a thank you, hm?"
You rolled your eyes at him with a faint blush as you slowly sat up with a huff, getting to your shaky legs and rubbing the dirt off the back of your clothes. "Whatever."
He chuckled, taking a cigarette from his belt and putting it between his lips. "That's alright. I see it in that pretty blush of yer's." Your face only heated more at that.
Grabbing his shock baton, Coyle sparked it to life and brought it up to the end of his cigarette, lighting it before turning it back off and putting it back in its holster. He took in a deep breath before emitting the smoke from his lips, it filling up in the room and making your nose scrunch. There was an awkward silence as Coyle studied your face, your hands coming together to fidget with your fingers as you stared at the floor, biting your bottom lip in shyness.
"Go on, honey. I'm sure I'll be seeing ya again real soon."
You heard him snicker before you glanced up at him with a wobbly smile. "M-maybe..."
You spun on your heel to find the stairs to the exit shuttle, but Coyle's voice sounded behind you once again. "And if I deem yer' avoiding me, I won't be so nice next time."
You didn't turn to look at him, for the blush on your face would surely get you teased by him more. You heard Coyle walk off as you climbed up the steps and treaded towards the shuttle. Next time. The thought of next time made your stomach flutter in anticipation. Perhaps you'd give it a few days before you selected one of his trials again. You didn't want to seem too desperate.
And perhaps Coyle had taken a new liking to you, for he also seemed eager for a next time.
an: thank you so much for the request!! writing these two was so fun :) i hope this is to your liking, enjoy! ๐ค
cw: use of restraints
The reagent stepped foot out of the shuttle and into the trial environment of the police station, burning police cruisers and filth littering atop the concrete. Finding the entrance to the jail, they treaded warily to the door, slowly turning the handle and easing it open, scanning the inside of the room.
Upon entry was the small visiting room, although it had looked like it was the scene of a horrendous crime. Blood was smeared across the floor, shattered glass on the windows showed the reagent's reflection in twenty different ways, and all kinds of trash and god knows what was scattered all around.
Okay. Reach the security room.
They were promptly cut off from their thoughts by the sound of an enraged shout. Two television screens in the room played the live camera footage of a jail cell. A police officer stood over what appeared to be a prisoner, strapped to a chair with a sack over his head and obscuring his face. This must be the snitch. I need to get to him.
The reagent stared at the screen, fearful for what possible tragedies they would potentially observe. However, their expression quickly turned into one of pure confusion.
"I'm going to stop asking nice pretty soon."
The snitch shook his head, a half-whine escaping from his lips. He could barely see a thing; the light casting through the bag dimly illuminated a blurred figure, but the threatening tone in Coyle's voice made him shake in fear.
"What do you want?!" his voice trembled on the edge of dread, "God. I'm sorry. I'm sorry!"
"I know what you did, I just need to hear you say it." Coyle took a long drag of a cigarette, a smug grin on his face at hearing Danny's half-cry.
"I didn't do anything, I'm nobody...please."
With a deep chuckle, the cop inched closer, heavy boots stomping atop the ground. Danny pulled at his bound hands and feet at hearing the shift in Coyle's position. Coyle got up real close and rested a calloused hand on the chair next to the snitch's head, bringing his mouth adjacent to his ear and whispering in a rough, southern drawl.
"I got ways of making you talk, boy."
The snitch shook his head wildly, body bucking upwards at the pure fear that struck through his heart at Coyle's looming threat. His eyes were squeezed shut behind the bag, sweat dripping from his forehead and chin quivering. Oh god. This was it.
He pleaded out sobs and cries with a head dropped in defeat, voice barely above a mutter as he waited for the sound of crackling to reach his bare chest, lighting up his nerves and cooking him past the point of death.
But that sound never came. Only the shuffle of Coyle's feet echoed in the cell. Danny breathed out hard, cautiously opening his eyes and lifting his head, attempting to earn a glimpse of what the officer was doing. His baton stayed dormant on his hip, attached to a belt that wrapped around his upper thighs.
There was only the tiniest relief from the boy as the smallest amount of fear was replaced by confusion. Why am I not dead yet? Coyle's shadow loomed over him, like a predator about to ravish its' prey. There was silence. Danny was stiff with the fear of moving and prompting Coyle to finally kill him.
He couldn't tell that Coyle's hands were outstretched, drawing near his restrained frame. He couldn't tell what the noise was that screeched out of him. He couldn't tell why he was suddenly laughing and writhing in the chair.
Coyle's hands landed on his bare sides, granting a harsh squeeze to his skin. The snitched jumped, as high as he could with the straps constricting his wrists and ankles, with a noise that rivaled a banshee. His hips bucked as another squeeze sent shocks up his nerves.
"WH-WHAHAT-"
A chuckle could be heard from the officer behind the bag that prohibited him from seeing just what the hell Coyle was doing.
"I told ya' I have my ways, now I gotta hear you scream."
Another yelp was ripped out of the Danny's throat as Coyle's rough hands jumped to his ribs, poking and prodding and tickling him.
"Please-ha! No!"
Whatever he was expecting, it was no where near this. He expected pain; an agonizing burning sensation that spread to all his limbs, the smell of his own skin infiltrating his nose, that bright light fading until eventually there was nothing left but the rot of his body.
Instead, there was a different kind of electric sensation that crept its way up his body. This one didn't make him cry, no; it made him laugh. He wasn't sure if he should be relieved or scared, but those thoughts were being drowned out by the feeling of the cop's fingers on his ribs.
Well placed pokes to the divots of his ribs made him jerk at each touch, laughter rolling off his tongue. There was a snicker heard from Coyle, who stared at the snitch with a shit-eating grin.
"How does that feel, boy? Like you wanna confess?"
Danny threw his head back against the wooden chair, shaking it wildly with spews of laughter. "I-I DOHON'T KNOW ANYTHIHING!"
Coyle's hands climbed his upper ribs, fingers landing on both sides and vibrating deeply into his skin. A deafening shriek reverberated throughout the cell, only making Coyle's fingers delve in further and his smirk grow. Metal clinked against the wood as the snitch's hands twisted in their restraints., his gasping laughs only increasing in volume.
"Aw shit," Coyle teased, "look at you writhe."
He was so damn tempted to rip the bag off the snitch's head. To see how badly this was affecting him, the sweat running down his temples and the tears threatening to spill over his face. So the snitch could see his malicious grin, knowing with one leer that he was fucked if he didn't give up the truth soon.
But he wouldn't. However pleasurable that feeling of smugness and pride may be, he wouldn't allow Danny to gain view. To know where the cop was gonna strike next, to attempt to block out any sensations. When one sense is gone, the others are heightened. Coyle wasn't about to let that go.
He was taken out of his rumination by the boy in front of him, being singlehandedly destroyed by titters when Coyle's hands had absentmindedly traveled to his stomach. He lightened his touch, curious of how insane it would drive him. Soft traces of all his fingers drove smoothly over the snitch's quivering skin.
"Plehehease, I-Ihi don't knohow!"
Coyle hummed, bringing his fingers to the snitch's sides and gliding them up and back down repeatedly in tantalizingly slow motions. The snitch whined with little giggles, sucking in deep breaths and trying to worm his sides away. There was little avail though, as Coyle's fingers easily followed.
"I don't think you understand, boy," Coyle tsked, "I know yer' guilty alright. All you gotta do is admit it."
Danny shook his head, hands balling into fists and going white at how the ticklish sensations were making his head spin.
"I tohold yohou-ha!," he jumped with a squeak when Coyle gripped his sides with another harsh squeeze. A quiet snarl could be heard from the cop, who was growing frustrated with all the lies and excuses.
"Oh, Danny," Coyle sighed, creeping his hands up the boy's ribs and stopping right before his underarms, "it's no good to lie to an officer. Yer' just makin' it worse for you."
The snitch stuttered out pleas intermixed with giggles, gradually squirming more as he felt Coyle's hands reach further up his torso.
"Nohoho! C-Coyle, I'm nohohot LYIHIHING!"
Danny was unable to finish his sentence as Coyle's hands shot up into his underarms, thumbs drilling into the deep skin and making him shriek with laughter. His arms clamped to his sides, striving to rid of the maddening sensations and stop Coyle's fingers, hands shaking against the restraints. His head was thrown back again in mirth, the bag over his head hiding his wide smile and reddened face.
"Good lord," Coyle breathed out, "that laugh. Maybe I should just keep doing this past the point of confession."
The snitch shouted, hands splaying out and legs bouncing as Coyle's fingers dug in further. He tried to squeeze his arms against the officer's hands, but it was of no use. Danny arched his back, cackles leaking from behind the cloth over his head, hips threatening to buck off the chair.
"PLEASE! OHO my gohohod!"
Coyle chuckled, continuing with his vile attack on Danny's underarms.
"God ain't gonna save you now. Only the truth from your lips."
Sweat piled in the divots of the snitch's collarbones as what felt like hours passed on. Coyle made no indication of stopping anytime soon, but after Danny started squirming less and his laughter was teetering on the brink of silence, he was concerned he might pass out. Where would the fun be in that?
Reluctantly, he paused his attack, allowing the snitch to greedily suck in deep breaths, chest heaving with sputters spilling from his mouth. Coyle removed his hands from his underarms and placed them on Danny's knees, leaning over to bring his mouth close to his ear again.
"You want to do less screaming I'd suggest you start talking."
His words dripped with sadism, the smell of cigarettes seeping through the bag and making him turn his head away. The snitch groaned, his voice shaking with giggles and nervousness.
"Please," he whined, "I really don't know anything, I swear."
Silence. Silence so deafening it made Danny's ears ring and head spin. His hands gripped the arm rests of the chair, knuckles going white as panic washed over him. His chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, eyes searching for any light of hope in the dimness of the bag that blinded him.
God. This is really it. No more of whatever the fuck this was. He waited for the awakening crackle of the cop's baton. But it never came.
"C-Coyle?"
Suddenly, there was an extreme feeling on his hips that only intensified as it shot through his entire body. Coyle's hands touched down on the bare skin, squeezing so torturously that it made the snitch's hips buck greater than before, promptly slamming back down right after. Coyle didn't stop though. Several punishing squeezes were given to Danny as he howled, back arching and hips bucking and head spinning.
"You can't talk, but you sure can dance, fucker."
Danny took a deep breath in, going silent for mere seconds before it all rushed out of him. Squeals, cackles, yelps, all dripping out of his mouth in pure hysteria. If the chair wasn't bolted down, there was a chance his writhing would've tipped it over. His whole body shook, limbs making the straps rattle as they tried its best to hold him down.
Coyle smirked and let out a deep chuckle, though it couldn't be heard over the sound of Danny's shrieking. A rough hand dipped lower and landed on one of the snitch's knees, giving harsh pinches to the top of his jeans. The officer was taken aback by the ear-piercing scream that emitted from his victim, but he made no point in ceasing his squeezes.
"F-FUCK! OKAY, I DID IT. I'M GUILTY, P-PLEHEASE!"
Hell, he wasn't even sure what he was admitting to. But he'd say anything if it finally got Coyle to stop.
The snitch jerked in his bonds, legs shaking and failing to rid of the ticklish feeling shooting up his thighs. The combined sensation on his hip and knee drew him mad, nearing the point of exhaustion. Sadism clouded over in Coyle's mind, there was no chance of him stopping anytime soon. Even when Danny's laughs turned silent again and he completely stopped squirming, Coyle was too focused on his attack to notice.
It wasn't until the sound of the security room window being opened that broke Coyle out of his thoughts. He snapped his head up with a deep scowl and a growl, immediately taking his hands off the snitch and standing up. Danny gasped with a heaving chest, involuntary twitches striking his nerves. His head dropped in exhaustion as he mumbled out incoherent babbles.
There was a shuffle of Coyle's heavy footing lingering behind him.
"You."
Danny's head slowly lifted up. He halfway listened to Coyle's shouts of rage and the crackling of his shock baton, too out of it to focus on what was happening outside the jail cell.
From Coyle's incessant yelling and sudden furious demeanor, he figured someone must be out there. The tiniest of a hopeful smile crossed his face.
Was someone there? Had a saving grace come for him? Would he finally be free?
