Could we get Ler Coyle and Lee reader please!? I think that would heal me 😭🙏
𝐀𝐧 𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬
𝐋𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
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 gif🙏enjoy!!!
"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.
