#sergeantcoyle

[lilbluebastard]

I love Cleland loyle!! He's so handsome!!

Totally a innocent silly audio :3

[icantgobacktoprison-blog]

I think he knew all along actually

[lilbluebastard]

Silly times with a silly man 💙

[lilbluebastard]

The bride and the cop

I made her trail part of a courtyard. Or something idk 😭

I’m sorry I’ll think more ideas before. But her execution is death by lethal gas 😭

She is sick and barely talks, mostly wheezing and crying, coughing harshly that alerts coyle (he may or may not care about her 🤷‍♀️)

Sweet and kinda wholesome first animation to the trial, coyle’s carrying her to her bed, mumbling about how much he hated taking care of her before he turns to leave, only to pause before grabbing her blanket and covering her up, leaning down to…..nah Nevermind and he leaves. , her beds a gurney hooked up to oxygen tanks

And you gotta change her oxygen tank out with poison a little sad I know but it’s all I can think of, I hope you enjoy this very sad girl

A bit of backstory she tried to escape and kinda got….set on fire and now her breathings fucked up and she’s in consent pain💔

[lilbluebastard]

[icantgobacktoprison-blog]

A short little Smut/Masturbation fic thing about Coyle and my Outlast trials OC Lottie.

Note : I've never posted a fic on tumblr so I don't really know the proper procedures here, either way this is just a super short one shot I do have a longer over arching story I'm working on about the pair. Lottie's views on Coyle greatly contrast how he feels about her, he has a very skewed and obsessive view of their relationship.

And now our feature presentation.

Alone in his room, when the night was quiet, there was only one thing on Leland Coyle's mind. His Lottie, his girl, even if she didn't realize it yet. God's justice had brought her to him, reigning down his wrath from the sky. She could fight the truth all she wanted, but Coyle remembered the way she screamed his name when he was buried deep inside her. If he closed his eyes, he could still feel her around his cock, milking him dry. He was hard at the thought; her taste still lingered on his tongue, sweet and saccharine. She had resisted at first, but once his face was buried between her legs, lapping at her like a hungry animal, her cries turned to moans as she succumbed to sweet ecstasy; that was his doing, nobody else's. Only he could make her come undone like that, of that, he was sure.

He reached into his pocket where he had squared away his prize without her knowing; he felt the soft white fabric of her panties on his calloused hands. Lottie would be mortified if she knew he had them. Coyle knew that, and it only served to turn him on even more. His cock was practically throbbing as he undid his belt; with her panties in hand, he gripped his throbbing member and began to stroke, imagining her. He pictured her coming to him, dressed in that silly little white and pink striped uniform, crawling up on his lap and straddling him, looking at him with those frightened doe eyes, no underwear on like she was ready for him. He'd thrust into her then, filling the warm tight folds of her cunt, stretching it with his aching cock; he imagined her riding him, her hips rolling, body arching in sweet ecstasy as he thrust in and out of her. He pictured the sounds she would make, those sweet shuddering moans, the way she would call his name as she grew closer and closer to climax. His own hand on his cock tightened as he pictured her pussy tightening and convulsing around him, nearly pushing him over the edge to his sweet release.

"fuck, Lottie.." Coyle spoke her name, his voice strangled and strained as his breathing grew more erratic with each stroke of his hand on his throbbing member; he was so close, picturing her smell, her taste, the softness of her skin against his own. He remembered how he'd nearly killed her when he'd found her alone in the dark, mistaking her for one of those no-good criminals who always tried to mess with his evidence. The way she had screamed then when he had thrust his electric rod into her chest. She had met the electric God and lived, picturing her screams mixed with the zapping sounds of electric bolts in the air was what finally sent him over the edge. He came with a loud groan all at once, clinging to the image of her writhing beneath him, imagining he was spilling his hot seed deep into the warmth of her cunt.

The panties, her panties, still clenched in his hand, were now drenched in his release. Leland Coyle was struck with the cold reminder that he was alone. Lottie wasn't there, and for a brief moment, he wondered if she would ever be there again. He shook the thought from his mind; it was unlike him to lament on such things; she was his girl, after all, whether she knew it yet or not.

[lilbluebastard]

Awe yes....celand loyle