an: enjoy this small coyle fic teehee😋need this man so bad it’s 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?"
A/N: I wrote this because this was something I’ve been going through for a while and I know there’s other people feeling the same way. Hopefully this will help with others to remind them you’re not alone
Summary: After a difficult day, Sylus comforts you when you open up about your struggles, reminding you that you never has to face them alone
Ler: Sylus
Lee: Reader
Words: 2,337
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You had been lying in bed all day, feeling like doing nothing. You lay on your side, your legs curled up, and your hand beneath your head. You felt a single tear slowly falling from the corner of your eye and across the bridge of your nose.
Sylus entered the room silently, not wanting to disturb your peace. He noticed you lying in bed and took a moment to observe you. Seeing the tear running down your cheek, his expression softened a bit as he approached the bed.
Without a word, he sat down on the edge of the bed beside you, the mattress sinking under his weight.
He reached out a hand towards your face, gently wiping away the tear with his thumb. His touch lingered, he felt more concerned as he noticed the sadness on your face.
“You’re quiet today,” he remarked, his voice low and thoughtful. “Why the tears?”
You took in a soft shuddering breath. “It’s nothing.”
Sylus raised an eyebrow at your reply, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Despite your reassurance, he sensed something was bothering you.
He shifted a little closer, putting his hand on your hip. “You’re not very convincing, you know,” he said, a hint of playfulness in his tone. “I can tell there’s more to it than ‘nothing’.”
He studied your face, his eyes roaming over your features as if trying to decipher the thoughts running through your mind. He knew you well enough to know when you were hiding something, and this was one of those moments.
His thumb gently traced small circles on your hip comfortingly. “Come on, talk to me,” he nudged gently. “You know you can't keep everything bottled up forever.”
You sniffled. “I just… I don’t know. It’s stupid.”
Sylus shook his head. “If it’s bothering you, then it’s not stupid,” he said gently. “Don’t brush off your feelings like that. Let me hear it, even if you think it’s ridiculous."
You took a moment to think about what you wanted to say. “I feel like I’m behind. I’m struggling and can’t figure out what to do. Everyone else is more successful than I am, and I’m just stuck. I don’t know what to do, and it’s my fault.” More tears came and spilled down, drenching a spot on your pillow.
Sylus listened intently to your words. He understood the pressure you were under, the weight of feeling like you couldn't measure up.
He gently moved closer, his hand squeezing your hip in a gesture of reassurance. “You’re being too hard on yourself,” he said, “Everyone’s journey is different. It’s not fair to compare yourself to others. You’re not behind, you’re just on a different path.”
“But why am I struggling so hard? I should have everything figured out, and I’m still stuck.”
Sylus leaned down, his forehead nearly touching yours as he looked directly into your eyes. “Because life isn’t a race, and success isn’t a straight line. You think I got where I am by following someone else's footsteps? No. I stumbled, got back up, and carved my own way.”
His thumb brushed your cheek again, wiping away a fresh tear. “You’re not stuck. You’re just in a moment. And I’m not going anywhere, so take your time.”
He pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly. “You don’t have to have everything figured out right now, or ever,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
His hand traced soothing circles on your back while his other hand cradled the back of your head. He wanted to soothe the anxiety and doubts that had clouded your mind. “Take a breath, love. Slow down. Life isn’t going anywhere without you. You’ll find your way when you’re ready.”
You took a deep breath to calm yourself and wipe away tears from your face. “You make it sound easy.”
Sylus chuckled softly, his signature smirk returning to his face. “I never said it was easy,” he replied, “Nothing worthwhile ever is.”
He shifted, gently adjusting you so you were sitting across his lap, his arms still tight around you. “But I’ve also learned that dwelling too much on the difficulty makes it more overwhelming. You just need to take it one step at a time. It’s okay to falter. Just don’t give up.”
You nodded after taking in his words. “Okay.”
Sylus studied you for a moment, his eyes roaming over your face, searching for any lingering sadness or distress. Seeing that you seemed a bit more composed now, he relaxed a little, his grip on you loosening just slightly.
“Good,” he said softly. He leaned back against the headboard, pulling you with him so you ended up resting your head against his chest.
The steady rhythm of his heartbeat, coupled with the warmth of his body, was soothing. Sylus had ways of grounding you when you were on the verge of spiraling.
He continued to play with your hair, his fingers occasionally tracing patterns along your scalp. “Feeling better?” he asked, quietly.
You nodded.
Sylus hummed in acknowledgment. He could feel the tension in your body slowly easing, replaced by a more relaxed sense of calm.
He leaned down, pressing another light kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a little longer. When he spoke again, his voice was almost a whisper.
“Next time, don’t keep things bottled up like this,” he said, his tone slightly scolding. “I don’t care how small or stupid you think it is. Share it with me.”
You looked down at your own lap. “I sometimes feel like it’s not a big deal, but deep down for me, it is. I guess I only say that because no one would listen.”
Sylus’s jaw tightened slightly at your words. The thought of you feeling that your thoughts and feelings weren't worth listening to infuriated him.
His hand stilled for a moment in your hair before he gently placed it on your chin, tilting your face up to look at him.
“Then they’re idiots,” he said, his voice firm but not harsh. “Your feelings always matter. To me, most of all.”
His red eyes locked with yours intensely. “You could wake me up in the middle of the night to tell me about a dream you had, and I’d listen,” he added, his thumb brushing your cheekbone. “Because if it matters to you, it matters to me. That’s what this is, what we are.”
A smirk curled at the corner of his lips, but his gaze stayed serious. “So next time? Don't hesitate. Barge in. Kick down the door if you have to. I’ll be there.”
You nodded. “Okay.”
Sylus gave a satisfied nod, releasing your chin and back stroking through your hair. “Good,” he murmured, his arms tightening around you just slightly.
Then he abruptly shifted the mood, his fingers ghosted over your side, teasing. “Now, since we’ve settled the serious stuff,” he said, voice dipping into playful mischief, “how about we lighten the mood? I recall someone here loves being tickled…”
His touch lingered, waiting to see if you’d protest or let him chase away the last of the sadness with laughter.
You instantly blushed. “Wait, wait, wait,”
A wide smirk tugged at the corner of Sylus’s lips as you blushed and protested. He loved how easy it was to get a rise out of you.
Ignoring your pleading, he began to attack your most ticklish spot mercilessly. His fingers traced along your waist and sides, expertly targeting the sensitive areas.
The sound of his low, amused laugh filled the room. “What’s the matter, love?” he teased. “Already giving up?”
“Hahahahahahahahaha! Wahahahait! You didn’t warn me first!” You grabbed his wrists and tried to push his hands away while squirming.
Sylus feigned an innocent look, though the wicked gleam in his eyes gave him away. “Warn you? And ruin the fun?” He laughed again, easily evading your grasping hands as he continued to tickle you mercilessly.
“Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”
“You know I love watching you squirm,” he teased more. “Your laugh is music to my ears.”
His grip stayed firm, his strong fingers dancing over your sides, finding every sensitive spot and exploiting it mercilessly. “What happened to the stubborn and stoic Y/N I know? Can’t take a little tickling?”
“Sylus!” You squealed loudly. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them down above your head. He wiggled his fingers against your armpit. You jerked to the side. “Nohohohohohoho! Ahahahahahahahahahaha!”
Sylus grinned wider at your squeals and protests, his hold on you unyielding. He loved it when you laughed like this, no filter, no holding back, completely at his mercy.
He continued his relentless tickling assault, his fingers merciless as they danced along your armpits. “Oh, but you’re just too adorable when you’re this vulnerable,” he leaned in close. “Look at you, reduced to a giggling mess.”
“Not so tough now, are you?"
“Shut up!”
Sylus laughed at your flustered demand. “Make me,” he challenged, his fingers pausing just long enough for you to catch your breath, only to dive right back in, this time scribbling against your ribs.
His smirk was certainly wicked. “Or are you too busy laughing to retaliate?”
“Ahahahahahahahahahahaha! Stohohohohop!” You kicked your legs behind him and thrashed side to side.
Sylus chuckled at your frantic attempts to escape, his hands quickly grabbing your legs and pinning them down on the bed, effectively immobilizing you.
He hovered over you, his body pinning you in place, his fingers still working their magic along your stomach. He was clearly in his element, relishing your helplessness and the sound of your laughter.
“You’re not going anywhere, love,” he taunted, his voice a low rumble. “Not until I’ve had my fill of your adorable squeals.”
A cheeky grin curled at the corner of Sylus’s lips when his hand snuck beneath the fabric of your shirt, finding the soft, sensitive skin of your stomach. You arched your back and tried to pull your arms down again. “No, no, no, nohohohohoho!” Your protests and laughter only fueled his teasing.
He chuckled at your attempts to free your arms. “Nice try, love,” he said, enjoying the way you squirmed beneath his touch. “But you’re not getting out of this.”
His eyes gleamed in the light, full of mischief. His hand moved your shirt up to show your stomach, and he slowly leaned his head down above it. Your eyes widened as you knew what was coming. “No, no, no! Wait! Wait a minute!”
Sylus’s gaze darkened with anticipation as he pushed your shirt up, exposing the soft, vulnerable skin of your belly. He paused, his face mere inches above your stomach. He chuckled at your panicked protests.
“You can beg and plead all you want, love,” he growled softly, “But we both know I love seeing you like this, helpless, flushed, and at my mercy. You look good enough to eat.”
His lips ghosted over your stomach in a teasing, featherlight kiss before suddenly blowing a loud, ticklish raspberry against your skin.
“PPPBTHBT!”
You arched your back and let out a scream of laughter. “AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Your laugh went silent for a second before you made a sound again. “Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”
Sylus watched as you convulsed with laughter, your body arching in response to the intense sensation of his raspberry. He absolutely loved seeing you like this. Unable to stop the helpless giggles, your composure completely shattered.
He repeated his attack, blowing another, even louder raspberry against the sensitive skin of your side, relishing the sound of your laughter. “That’s it,” he said, his voice full of wicked satisfaction. “That’s the sound I like to hear.”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Sylus finally relented, but not without one last exaggerated raspberry to your stomach for good measure. He eased up his grip on your wrists, freeing your hands. He still hovered over you, a soft smirk on his face.
“Had enough, or do I need to escalate?” His fingers twitched threateningly near your ribs.
You breathed heavily. “Please… no… no more.”
Sylus chuckled, clearly satisfied by your surrender, and finally withdrew his hands. He shifted his weight so he was no longer pinning you down, instead moving to lie beside you.
“Fine, fine,” he surrendered. “But only because you asked so nicely.”
He pulled you close, pressing a kiss to your temple before resting his chin atop your head. “Better now?” he asked softly.
You took a moment to catch your breath before speaking up. “Yeah… better.”
Sylus hummed in satisfaction, his arms tightening around you slightly in response. He felt content just to hold you close while you caught your breath.
Eventually, he tilted his head to press another light kiss to your forehead. “Good,” he whispered against your skin. “That’s all that matters.”
“Thank you… for making me feel better.”
Sylus pulled away enough to look down at you, his red eyes softening at the gratitude in your voice. His hand gently caressed your cheek.
“No need to thank me,” he said tenderly. “I meant what I said earlier. Your feelings matter to me.”
His thumb traced the line of your jaw, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. “You keep a lot of things bottled up,” he remarked, the observation a gentle but firm reminder.
“You don’t have to shoulder everything alone, you know. I know I tease you, but…” He paused, as if searching for the right words. “You can share the burden. With me. Always.”
You nodded. “Okay,” I said almost quietly.
Sylus let out a soft huff of amusement, ruffling your hair slightly before pulling you back against him. “Good. Now, let’s get some rest. All that laughing must have worn you out.”
He shifted, ensuring you were comfortable before settling in, his arm protectively draped over you.
“And if you wake up in the middle of the night feeling down again?” He pressed a lazy kiss to the top of your head. “You know where to find me.”
an: here’s an eddie fic i made in just a few hours :3 enjoy! 🤍 @cherry-bomb-blush i kept you in mind while i wrote this mwehehehe ;p
"how is this, my darling?"
you sighed contentedly, eyes closed and body relaxed as you melted into the feeling of the soft brush stroking through your hair.
eddie sat behind you, one hand on your waist while the other delicately held the brush. a hum escaped you and you nodded. "very nice."
eddie made a noise of approval and continued removing all the tangles, although really, there were none left. he loved the quality time, along with the physical affection that came with such simple acts as this.
you loved it as well, being on the receiving end of his affection was something you looked forward to every moment spent with him.
"such beautiful hair, so soft."
the gentleness of his use with the brush instantly put you in a tranquil-like state, the soft bristles trailing from your scalp to the back of your neck sending nice shivers down your back.
eventually, eddie pulled back, and you almost whined from the lack of contact. he sat the brush down next to him, bringing his hand back up to comb his fingers through it. you smiled at his touch, letting him gently take his time in working his hands through each strand.
"was that alright, my love?"
another deeply contended sigh, a wider smile. "mhm."
he chuckled softly, resting both of his hands on your arms as he lowered his head to press a chaste kiss to your shoulder. another followed, and another as he slowly trailed them up the side of your neck.
you tilted your head to the side, allowing more room for his lips to give small pecks to your skin. a hand of your own came up behind you to find his hair, fingers entangling in it as you hummed and relaxed into his broad chest.
his kisses soon became something more, breath warm against your cool skin as he gave just the softest bites to the side of your neck. a little too soft though, as the feeling made you quietly squeak and pull away from him.
he leaned back, curious by the noise he just heard, and his eyebrows furrowed into ones of slight worry. "oh dear, did i hurt you?"
he leaned forward to steal a glance at your face, expecting to see an expression of pain. but the shy smile on your lips and the way your eyes avoided his made him more confused than concerned.
you shook your head as a response, gazing down at the sheets below as you felt your cheeks heat up. a moment or two passed before eddie connected the dots. he grinned, letting out a small chuckle as he squeezed your arms gently.
"oh, my darling, don't tell me you're ticklish."
his words made your cheeks grow even warmer and you bit your lip, shaking your head again. eddie chuckled, sneakily bringing a hand down to lightly pinch at your side. that same squeak surfaced again as you jerked away from his touch. "how did i not know this sooner? what a fascinating discovery!"
both your hands came to land on top of his and you giggled nervously. "eddie..."
in just one swift movement, he grabbed your waist and flipped you to face him, laying you down flat against the bed as he got on top of your hips. your arms pushed at his shoulders, but found they could not push him away. his hands grabbed yours, gently taking them and lowering them to fit under his knees. "we have a lot of exploring to do, sweetheart."
you stared at him, noticing that halfway crazed grin as he scanned your body with his excited eyes. you shook your head, pulling on your arms and finding them stuck under his weight. anxious giggles spilled past your mouth as you tried to reason with him.
"e-eheddie, ihit's nohot a bihig deal! p-plehease..."
"where should we start first?"
your pleas seemed to fall upon deaf ears, since no amounts of begging and reasoning could stop his hands from crawling onto your sides. you twitched, instantly falling into titters as his fingers danced along your waist gently. "w-wahahait!"
"wait for what, my love? we must find all of your ticklish spots immediately!"
his gentle skittering switched to squeezes, eliciting a squeal from you as you jerked to the side and produced more bubbly giggles. he chuckled, almost gasping at the way you reacted. "this seems more effective, don't you agree? it's amazing!"
the way he talked as if this was a science experiment had you halfway in disbelief. there wasn't much time to think on it though, as his fingers trailed up to your ribs right after a few more side squeezes.
"you will let me know how this feels, right, dear?"
you nodded through your giggles, only because you feared what would happen if you told him no. he smiled happily, wiggling his fingers on your lower ribs and relishing in the high-pitch squeal it emitted from you. "well?"
"i-ihihit tihihickles!"
eddie chuckled, bringing his fingers higher to spider on your uppermost ribs. "ah, how wonderful!"
"eheheddie, plehehease!"
"your giggles are absolutely adorable, my love! i've missed out on so much..."
you shook your head in disagreement, the blush reaching up to your ears. a shriek escaped you and you threw your head back as his fingers suddenly dug into your ribs, shaking them with renewed vigor.
your giggles turned to bright laughter and your squirming doubled. his eyes were practically stars as he gazed down at your face in delight. "this method is quite effective!"
"nohoho!" you arched your back at the intense feeling, but this only invited his fingers in more as your ribs pressed further into them. you sunk back into the bed, a hiccup escaping you.
"i must say, darling, that smile is ravishing. i believe i could just eat you up."
the tone of his last sentence made your stomach drop, as it usually meant he had a malicious idea. you gasped when you felt your shirt being rolled up, the cool air hitting your warm skin and making you shiver.
he paused his fingers on your ribs, smirking at you with a hidden mischievous glare only you could notice. your laughter died back to giggles as you took in air, looking to him nervously with a shy grin.
he pretended to just now notice your exposed stomach, looking down at it with a gasp. "why, look at this beautiful tummy! all for me, right, my darling?"
you wildly shook your head, giggles picking up pace as you jerked underneath him. "no! noho, eddie!"
he ignored you, putting his hands against your sides to hold you still. his head came down, inches away from your stomach, and he gazed back up to your halfway frightened face. "now, darling. you will behave and stay still, yes?"
you had no time to retort as his lips landed on your tummy, pressing kisses and bites to the skin just like he did only minutes earlier on your neck. it was gentle, soft, and unbearably ticklish.
you threw your head back, stomach sucking in as much as it could as he continued with his light movements. your shallow giggles amplified to heavy laughter, intermixed with squeaks as he nuzzled into your tummy.
he glanced back up to your face moments later, smiling with glee at hearing your laughter. "aw, my dear. does it really tickle that much?"
you nodded through your mirth, cheeks heating again at his teases. he chuckled. "and what a lovely shade of red decorating your cheeks! it suits you perfectly!"
"eddie! noho mohohore!"
"but we are nowhere near finished, darling!"
he pressed a few more kisses to your stomach before sitting back up, watching your face as you calmed down from his attack. you looked to him again, biting your lip and desperately pleading with your eyes.
eddie cooed, bringing a hand up to move some stray pieces of hair away from your face. his smile softened, and he titled his head. "oh, my love, we are almost done. you can hold on a bit while longer for me, right?"
something about his puppylike tone and the way his eyes sparkled made you contemplate his words. after a moment, even though your body was screaming at you to deny him, you shyly nodded.
he glowed, eyes lighting up and grin coming back tenfold, threatening to split his face. he reached down to press a quick kiss to your cheek. "i knew you'd never disobey me. now, where shall we test next, hmm?"
so this was an experiment. he answered his own question by worming his hands into your underarms. they pressed in slightly, stopping when you barked out a laugh and jerked harshly. eddie smirked down at you.
"oh, goodness. such a great reaction, and i've yet to do anything!"
you wanted to explode in embarrassment. "e-eddie! plehease goho eheasy!"
he grinned. "of course, my darling."
his fingers started up, lightly skittering on your underarms ever so gently. you squealed, back arching again as you fell into bubbly laughter. it hit the mattress under you again and eddie chuckled at your reactions. he cooed softly. "how beautiful you look, underneath my hands."
you squeaked, from the intense feeling traveling from your arms down, but mostly because of his words. part of you still couldn't process this was happening. fifteen minutes ago you were having your hair brushed by him; now he's straddling your waist and reducing you to a heap of laughter.
moments later, he let up. his hands came from out of your underarms and rubbed up and down your sides soothingly. your chest heaved as you fought for much-needed air through tiny giggles. "breathe, my darling. you did so well!"
you grinned up at him bashfully, noticing how his halfway sadistic smirk was now a calm grin and he stared down at you with love and adoration. he continued caressing your waist until you had calmed down, now just gently breathing with a shy grin.
"i think you've had enough for one day, hmm?"
you nodded, a small yawn escaping past your lips. he chuckled, getting off your waist and gently sitting you up to rest against his chest. the side of your head laid upon his sternum, the gentle beat of his heart making you feel serene once again. one arm wrapped around your waist while the other came up to your head.
"oh, my darling, don't think we're finished though. we haven't even gotten to your lower half."
you blushed madly at that, the thought making your stomach flutter with nervous excitement. his hand stroked your hair, fingers running through the soft pieces as he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple.
"perhaps tomorrow. how does that sound?"
you bit your lip with a smile before nodding slightly. even if you said no, you knew he'd be too excited and far too curious to not endeavor in his newfound discovery. he grinned down at you.
"aw, so well behaved for me. just rest now, my darling."
an: okay guys here you go….the fic that’s been sitting in my drafts since like january LMAO. if this is bad you never read it. also sorry it’s 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 motivation😮💨please enjoy🤍
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: a super small fic that’s been sitting in my drafts for a bit! enjoy :3
"Y'know what just sounds delicious right now?”
You smiled up at Cole from your place by his side, head resting on his chest. "What?"
"A raspberry pie."
A tiny giggle left your lips and you shook your head. "I'm afraid we don't have any of that, Cole." He peered down at you with a fake sigh, shaking his head with a small grin. The hand around your arm came down at your waist and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"Ah, well that's okay. I suppose I have some raspberries right here!"
You had no time to register his words before he switched both of your positions. He straddled your waist on top of the couch, his lips touching down on the bare skin of your neck. He took in a deep breath before blowing a raspberry on the open area, his scratchy beard rubbing against your neck as well and making you squeal. "C-Cohohole!"
He grinned, the feeling of his warm breath caused you to shiver and giggle out. "Hmm? What is it, darlin'?"
"Nohoho!" Your hands came up in a futile attempt to push his head away. He held strong, pressing a small kiss to your neck before leaning back to face you.
"What do ya mean, no? I'm just sharing some raspberries with you. Here, have more!"
His head ducked down again and he blew tiny raspberries all across your neck and collarbone. You squealed again, falling into heavier giggles. You threw your head back to try and escape the ticklish feeling, but it only exposed your neck more. Cole chuckled. "Why, thank ya!"
You shook your head back and forth, little squeals and titters emitting from you as he nuzzled his head further between the crook of your neck. He made sure to purposely use his beard to graze against your skin, making you try and fail to bring your shoulder up to deter the itchy feeling. "P-plehease!"
"Aw, but I'm just starvin'. You want me to go hungry, is that it?"
You shrieked as you felt his fingers on your sides, adding to the mix as they scribbled gently against your shirt. Your hands came down to grab at his, useless as they failed to push them away. Your torso twisted underneath him, feet kicking out on top of the couch. Bubbly giggles turned into hearty laughter as his hands switched to squeezes and his lips gave more raspberries on your neck. "Noho! Go mahake sohomething!"
"But there's a perfectly good meal right here! Absolutely delicious." He pressed another chaste kiss, this time on your lower jaw. His fingers crept to your stomach, wiggling lightly and making you squeak before falling into bright giggles. A blush came across your face, along with a wide smile as you giggled out helplessly.
"Cohohohole! I cahahan't!"
He glanced up at you from his place in your neck, pressing a few more soft kisses to your jaw. "But your giggles are filling me up!" He nibbled lightly against your jaw and trailed his lips down your neck, making tiny eating noises as he went along. You squealed loudly, bringing a hand up to shove at the side of his face as you did your best to move your head away from him.
"Cole!" you whined, "n-no mohohore!"
The cowboy snickered, stopping his attack on your stomach and pausing his nibbling to sit back up atop your waist. He grinned warmly down at your giggly, blushing figure. You tried your best to glare at him, crossing your arms against your chest as you narrowed your eyes. "That was mean."
He cooed at you, chuckling softly before bringing a hand down to push a stray hair out of your face. Your half-glare instantly dissolved at the small gesture as you smiled bashfully. Cole leaned down towards you, face inches away from yours. "Aw. I'm sorry, sweetheart. Let me make it up to you."
He dipped his head, lips pressing softly atop of yours as he captured you in a warm kiss. You immediately melted into it, closing your eyes as your arms came up to wrap around the back of his neck. His hand found your jaw, holding the side of your face gently as he deepened the kiss.
Cole lingered the gesture for a few more seconds as he sneakily crept his hand to your side again, fingers wiggling against it ever so gently. Your eyes snapped open and you giggled into the kiss, feeling his lips curl up into a grin against yours.
