darling

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Life has gotten messier the past few weeks, the Regents and Doctors have obviously noticed the piggy’s fixation on you, how he’s way more aggressive with the people you were around than with you, how he crumbled under your gaze, literally begging you to just look at him once it was just the two of you left in his cage, but no one would really say anything about it, knowing how the cop gets when he thinks he’s being emasculated by others other than you, if anyone else tried to do what you so casually did to him, he’d be aerate, roaring his lungs out as he’d stomp their heads in, they just couldn’t understand why you were so different, why you had such a power over the man.

None of them needed to know though, it’s private; as Coyle said, it was just something for the two of you, no one else, that’s what he wanted since that first time he tasted your spit against his tobacco stained teeth.

You however were still on the fence about it all, his face made your gut boil in disgust most of the time, you despised everything he stood for, yet, there was something that made you keep going back for more, maybe it was the fact that he was so easily broken down into that pathetic dog he really was deep down, or maybe it was just his sickening charisma, you didn’t really care, just ending up telling yourself that you liked the way he looks beneath your boot.

The aggression he showed your coworkers wasn’t something you appreciated in the slightest, cause all it did was make your daily life harder than it needed to be, being annoyed with their judgemental eyes and words when all you wanted was to rest after a grueling day of work, the bastard put a stain on the little good you had left of your life and now you couldn’t even eat in peace without hearing their fussy murmuring.

Slapping him around more and harder each time you saw him, taking out your burning frustration on him, sure he liked it, but what he didn’t like about it was that you left him unsatisfied, blue balled every day as you just came to hit him, distracting him while the others worked, and immediately leaving him before letting him feel that final release as all you wanted was to get back to bed and ignore everything at the hope of getting at least an ounce of rest.

Coyle being who he is despised how you’d leave him every day, leaving him a pathetic needy dog that scratched at it’s owners door begging for that sweet sweet attention, but not getting any, having to deal with the mess in his pants himself, getting himself over that pitiful edge, it never felt as good as it did with you, he couldn’t even get himself off without feeling emasculated anymore, he’s so fucking pathetic it makes him sick to his gut.

He needed you, needed to feel you so close that you’d almost merge into a single being, and the next time he’d see you he wouldn’t let you pull away again.

You don’t really remember how you got here; you were just going about your day and doing your work when all of the sudden Coyle had you backed into a narrow hallway, holding your face and forcing his tongue down your throat, you weren’t really fighting it, why would you when you enjoyed it maybe just as much as he did.

It was messy, needy, like way needier that it had been before, he had you pinned against the wall, hands grabbing you all over, manhandling your body around as he groaned into you, “..taste better than i remembered” his mumble slurred with spit, making you hum against him. Your fingers tugged at the straps crossing his chest; pulling him deeper into the kiss, tongues lapping at eachother, fighting for dominance as they tangled together.

His lips were oddly soft for how chapped they were, feeling them brush against yours so lazily it warmed you up, all cozy and sweet like an old romcom, it fucked with you a bit that his affection felt so sweet knowing how horrid he was in every way otherwise.

Your hands traced to his shoulders, running down his arms as you let out a soft hum through your nose, he shivered at the sensation, your touch so gentle in a way he’s never felt before, it made him want you more, for you to touch him in every possible way, hard, soft, violent, he needed it so bad, his hands moved to your waist, grounding himself with you, the feeling of need boiling at his throat as a moan slipped past his lips, you mumbled something inaudible to him into his mouth as he felt your eyelashes flicker against his eyelids for a split second, like you glanced at him before shutting your eyes again once you felt his tongue twist round yours once more.

You snaked your hands back up his arms again before wrapping your arms around his neck, mushing your noses together as your teeth graced his lip, “fuck- honey..” he breathed you in, lips clicking as he basically ate your face with how intensely he made out with you, a quick growl coming from his chest as he felt the smallest inkling of you pulling back, getting too comfortable with his position in power you decide to make him see who’s got the upper hand here, you pushed him back, his back now against the wall as you slotted your knee between his thighs, feeling his hard on press against your leg, he gasped softly into your mouth, his brows knit together as he felt you push down harder against his crotch making him let out a low groan of pleasure, his body trembling with need.

The feeling of him grinding against your knee started almost immediately, so shameless, wasn’t even quiet about it, moaning and whining like a dog in heat, it almost made you want to knee him in the groin as hard as you could and watch him crumble onto the ground, but you held back, feeling his hands clinging to your shirt, trembling against your waist, “that needy huh?” you hummed, locking your fingers behind his head, a slight whimper stuttered from his throat, he mumbled a “yeah- yeah..” as he breathed into the kiss, feeling so pathetic, he leaned his head to the side deepening the connection while his fingers rested now firmly on the small of your back, you moved your hand along his jawline and aggressively gripped his chin, nails digging into his flesh and tangled in his beard, lifting your heavy eyelids to see his pathetic face, all tense and scrunched up, saliva dribbling down his rough beard.

The firm grip on his jaw tightened as you pulled back, pecking small kisses on the side of his mouth and up his cheeks as his eyes lazily lifted to yours, he went to grab your elbows but you stopped him, gripping his wrists and threw them away from you before taking ahold of the straps on his jacket again, pushing him roughly back to the wall making him let out a grunt at the impact, you gave him another french kiss as you sucked in the air through your nose, before quickly pulling back with a firm hand gripping his jacket, giving him a stern look as he tried to lean in again; chasing your lips, “don’t push it” you spoke flatly as you pushed him back, fixing your clothes before turning to leave, “wait.”

Coyle grabbed your shoulder, pulling you back, as you went to smack his hand away he gripped your wrist mid air and twisted it behind your back, “what the fuck Coyle—..” you snap at him before you felt his rough hand covering your mouth as he held you firmly to his chest, “i can’t let you go again..” he huffed in your ear, grip tightening against your struggles as you tried to bite his fingers, “you’re mine y’know, the doctor has no right to take you from me every night..” his voice became rougher by the word, his possessiveness felt sickly sweet in a weird way, but you wouldn’t give in to him that easily, wouldn’t want to spoil him, you slam him into the wall again, getting out of his hold as he slid down, mumbling “you’re sick” as you rushed off to the other side of the hall, “i’m not something you own princess” you rolled the stiffness out of your shoulders, glaring down his slouching from.

He slowly got back onto his feet, letting out a low chuckle, "that's not something you get to decide” he rushed at you, tackling you and pinning you down to the floor, forcing your hands under his knees as you fought back, cupping your pissed off face, “you’ll enjoy this, you know it” he breathed “so stop playing, sweetness” his lips pressed firmly against your brow, breathing you in as he grabbed something from his pocket, you felt a sharp prick in your neck just as he pulled back, disregarding a syringe to the side, he just knelt there; watching as your pupils dilated, breathing stuttering in your chest, and a panicked twitch of your brows as everything started spinning, “wha— no..” you could barely speak, looking up at him with heavy eyes as he stood up, enjoying the sight of you so docile before you fell asleep.

He’s got it in his head that he HAS to be the ideal boyfriend, and he’ll do anything to be that for you, so if he has to be and do the tooth rottingly sweet thing then he will.

Peppering kisses all over your face when you’d wake up in the morning next to him, making you giggle as he lazily mumbles “you’re so pretty” into your skin.

Hugging you from behind whenever he walks up to you, laughing whenever you jump from the sudden touch.

Giving you gentle nibbles here and there, playfully biting at the air after your hands or nothing at all, acting like a puppy, he’d actually bark at you if he felt like it.

Before you moved in together he’d sneak in to your bedroom almost every night, would just watch you in your sleep before sliding into bed with you, cuddling you, tracing shapes over your skin with his fingers as he listened to your heartbeat.

Loves spoiling you, giving you all kinds of gifts, but the thing is, he broke as fuck, and because he struggles with keeping a proper job… not a single thing he’s ever given you is bought, that’s all i’ll say.

Likes to watch you get ready for the day, watching you pick out your clothes, fixing your hair, putting on makeup if you use make up, he’s got it in his head that you’re only ever prettying yourself up for him, even if it’s the most casual thing, it’s all for him.

He prefers to be the one to make you breakfast in the morning, he knows how sweet you think it is of him, so he’d do it every morning if he could just to get that happy response from you.

Likes to just sit with you and watch tv together, his hand planted on your thigh as your leaned into his chest, listening to the buzzing sounds from the tv as he watched the glow reflecting in your eyes.

Talking about your wedding and future home together almost every night as you’re cuddled up in his arms, having already thought up how it’d be the first time he saw you at that bar, you were his long before you knew him, and he’d do anything to keep you his.

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It was supposed to be a quick thing, that’s what Miles had told you, just film the evidence and you’d leave, but then the horrors of the asylum separated you, this enormous man beast had taken him as you made your way through a narrow gap, throwing him through the glass as if he was nothing.

There was no time for you to make sure Miles was okay as the man had turned his attention to you, stumbling over yourself, you pushed through and bolted down the corridor, “the fuck—!“ you cried out, panic boiling in your throat, your camera locked tight on your hand as you ran as fast as you could, cursing yourself that you’ve basically never exercised a day in your life, it would’ve been really helpful by now; cause then you wouldn’t have already been out of breath so much that you felt like throwing up your guts. You force yourself to keep going through the burn in your lungs, turning down the corner when light caught your eye, seeing an open window leading to some old scaffolding, you took the chance and booked it, the sounds of chains rattling echoed off the walls, his heavy stomps shaking the floorboards so hard it made the ground feel unstable beneath your feet, hearing him grow closer by the second, you reached your hand out for the stool of the window and a waft of air hit the back of your head as he tried to grab at you just as you leapt out, barely having been able to grab ahold of the metal rails of the scaffolding, you let out a strangled sound of panic as you struggled to pull yourself up onto the planks.

Having just barely escaped, you finally felt safe enough to just sit there for a second and catch your breath, your situation finally hitting you like a bag of rocks, you wouldn’t be able to just walk out of this one, you could actually die here and you’d never see your loved ones again, they wouldn’t even know where to look for you as you had no time to tell anyone when you got that call from Miles.

Your chest tightened more and more by every thought that fell into your mind, the despair growing in your throat, choking you as you let out a sob, tears streaming down your cheeks, “no no no…” you whimpered “this can’t be happening—.. this isn’t real” you gasped for air, tugging the hood of your parka tightly over your eyes, the world around you buzzing loudly in your ears as you grasped at your chest hyperventilating, feeling all tingly and numb as you got lightheaded, begging the world to just wake you up from this nightmare.

It felt like every second went on forever, like you were stuck in limbo, sat in your partially safe bubble in the depths of hell. your breathing had slightly calmed as you just leaned against the metal railing, head resting against one of the bars as you stared numbly out at the night sky, sniffing quietly as you wiped the dried tears off your face, you just had to accept it, this was your life now and you wouldn’t know how long it’d last, you could be dead 5 minutes from now and you wouldn’t be able to stop it even if you tried.

In the distance something flickered at the corner of your eye, catching your attention, a tall figure stood swallowed up by the light, watching you from a window in the second building, they brought their hand up to the glass once they noticed you looking back at them before darting away, “Miles-?” your eyes widened as you shot up, hurrying towards it, careful not to slip off the wet planks, but turns out slipping was the least of your concerns as the scaffolding started to break beneath your feet as you reached the building.

Picking up the pace you got onto the side of the building, clinging to to the ledge of the exterior wall, watching over your shoulder as the rusty metal rods crumble onto the ground bellow, you let out a shallow sigh before looking for a way in, reaching or a ladder around the corner of the building, getting a tight grip on it before pushing yourself onto it with a little shiver.

The climb was slow, feeling how fragile the ladder was with every movement, but you eventually got to the top where you found a hatch in the wall, you pulled it open then climbed through to what looked like a loft, wooden panels and boxes all over the place, it was so dark you could barely see anything without the night vision on your camcorder.

Taking small steps the floorboards creaked under your feet as you made your way to the paneling, pointing the camera through the gaps to look for a way out, only to be met with a pair of eyes staring right at you, you stumbled back, “lookie here! let’s give them to the groom!” he whispered loudly to someone else while poking his fingertips through the gaps, gripping at the thin planks as he started yanking at them, dread filled you as you hurried off down between the shelves, why why why, “d-don’t go! we need you” groveled one of them as they all tried to get you through the walls, “don’t let the lamb go!” a demanding voice yelled at the others; scurrying sounds bouncing off the walls, your mind was racing, panic choking you as you pushed your way through the narrow spaces, this didn’t even feel real, you could barely see anything while these disembodied voices tormented you, “get them!” the skittish man shouted and a hand suddenly grabbed your leg.

You let out a panicked cry as he pulled you down, “c’mere boy!” he dragged you down through the broken paneling, revealing three men, two of which looked terrified as they grabbed your arms to keep you from fighting back, “let go!” you tried to kick as they pulled you up to your feet, manhandling you as they dragged you deeper into the attic towards a staircase, you kept on struggling as your chest ached in fear, one of them tried apologizing to you for what they’re doing, while the others just rambled on about how your lucky that you’re a ‘pretty boy’ and that maybe it’ll satisfy the groom enough just having a pretty face to look at, you had no clue what they were going on about but that didn’t still the fear even a bit, what was going to happen to you once you met this figure that brought these grown men so much terror, “a perfect bride for the groom” one whispered into your ear, tightening their grip on your arms, dragging you towards the stairs as you struggled, “no!” you begged, and then they threw you down the steps, sending you tumbling down, spraining your ankle.

Landing with a loud crash, you cried out in pain as you reached for your leg brows tightly knit together in agony as you heard the men hastily shutting the hatch of the attic, heaving at the feeling as you tried to pull yourself together cause you knew there was a glaring threat somewhere here not too far away from you.

Grabbing ahold of the leg of one of the tables nearby, you pulled yourself up onto your knees, staring down at your feet to ground yourself as you put your palms on top of the table and continued on, a shooting pain went up your leg as you whimpered, groaning as you struggled to get up on your feet.

Just as you got your feet stable enough to fully stand, you were startled with a “darling!” being excitedly called out, you flinched back as your head shot up to see a tall muscular man stood a few tables away; making his way toward you, “oh i’m so terribly sorry i startled you, my love” he spoke properly, as if he was in an old black and white movie, growing closer, you stepped back in fear, noticing your limp he frowned, “oh no, you’ve gotten yourself hurt” he coos, moving to shove the table out of the way just as you rushed away into the dark, tripping over yourself, you crawl low to the ground not wanting to be found, “why are you running?” he moved after you, looking for you in the dark, “there’s no need to hide from me, i only mean to help” he tried to coax you out from hiding but you stayed put, hidden under one of the sewing stations behind some boxes whilst he carefully walked around the room.

“You don’t have to be alone anymore” he hummed soothingly, walking lightly down the aisle of tables while scanning the room with glaring eyes. Carefully you crawled to a different table, slowly making your way closer to the door leading to the hallway as terror spiked in your chest at the sight of blood and gore that dripped off one of the tables. The situation you’ve gotten yourself into was a lot more dire than you first thought, he was gonna kill you, maybe torture you before he finally let you rest, whether it be mental or physical, it didnt matter, you had to get out, now.

When he was far enough away you took that as it being safe enough to keep going, you got under the next table over, it was safe, you’re safe, then crawling to the next one and suddenly he was right in front of your face; walking past, “darling, where are you..”, you quickly hid under it covering your mouth, muffling your whimpers, feeling your heart jump to your throat, pounding in your ears, as you heard him singing in the distance. Once he was far enough away you crawled out from under the table and quickly darted out to the hall, searching for a way out, "there's my darling— wait!” he called out after you, "don't run from me!” the man hurried after you, pushing past whatever’s in his way, you could hear him huffing behind you, struggling to keep his breath as he tried to catch up to you, running down the halls.

Your boots hitting the floor, sending echoes down the hallway as you ran the best you could, bearing through the limp, forcing your feet to keep going despite the shooting pain each step took, the terror in your heart only growing at each turn as more gore and bodies revealed themselves, laid gutted, headless, and mutilated, oh you were so fucked.

Seeing an exit, you go as fast as you could, small yelps and pants of pain slipping from your lungs as you quickly limped down the corridor, dizzy with pain and fear, your tunnel vision blurring as something caught your leg, you gasped as you harshly tripped onto the ground, feeling dazed as you try to get back up, but a large hand held you down, “oh darling, no need to be afraid” he hummed as he turned you onto your back, your eyes frightfully looking up at his smiling face, “i just need to fix you up before our wedding..” he spoke softly as he ran his hand up your thigh “make you all perfect—..” he halted as he felt the soft mound through your baggy pants, smooth and warm…

You shivered at the touch as his other hand ripped open your jacket and pulled up your sweater to see two lush breasts, so soft to the touch, he let out a gasp of arousal as his hands trembled over them, making your heart pound panicked in your chest, “oh yess-… oh my sweet mmh.. my perfect wife..” he panted softly as his eyes slowly moved up to your terrified ones, he immediately snapped back his hands as if he hadn’t realized until now how inappropriate his touches were, “i’m so sorry my dear—! i shouldn’t have” he apologized as he carefully covered you back up, “you must be freezing, oh dear” he mumbled to himself as he helped you up, pulling you close to his chest, “don’t you worry darling, i’ll take such care of you.”

You stood there frozen in fear, he’s fucking mad, what’s going on?! you couldn’t help but shake as he held you, your back to his chest, he grabbed you by your jaw, forcing you to look up at his pleased smile, “you’ll look so beautiful in your wedding dress, my sweet bride”, your vision became blurry as you felt his hand wrap around your neck and everything went dark.

When you came to, you found yourself drowsy, stood up at an altar in a white dress, big callused hands holding yours. Struggling to keep your feeting, feeling as if on a boat rocking on the waves, your vision still blurred, you tried to focus them on the pleased man before you, a pit forming in your stomach as it all came back to you, your breath stuttered as your eyes looked into his, “there you are my love” he soothes, caressing your knuckles with his thumb, “did you sleep well?” he asked so softly as if this was the most normal thing, you glanced away for a second, not being able to find your words, you just blinked at him, your eyelids still a little heavy from whatever he must’ve given you to keep you unconscious while he dressed you.

He let out a soft chuckle at your response, “it’s okay, you don’t need to say anything” he whispered, brushing a stray hair from your face, “all i’ll need you to say is ‘i do’ with your beautiful cords” his tone felt more sinister as he went on, his words sending a pang through your skull as the realization hit you and tears came pouring down your cheeks, your lip trembling as you held in a pained whimper, brows twitching as you fought them to stay neutral, he cooed at you softly while wiping your tears away with a smile on his face, “oh my sweet, you’re so happy its brought you to tears” he hummed pleased before starting the ceremonial speech, going on and on about love and family, how he’ll provide for you and protect you, that you’ll be devoted to him and bare him all the children he wanted, he kept eye contact through it all, taking a pause just to take in your beauty, holding your chin between his thumb and pointer, you pressed your lips together tightly, letting out a whimper as he leaned in, “so beautiful, my bride, my wife..” his eyes glanced to your lips, pulling the bottom lip down with his thumb, dragging the pad of his thumb across the bitten sore lip, brushing against your teeth a bit before he moved it back, “..i shall love you and our children, till death do us part..” he leaned down, cupping your cheek as he kissed you deeply, his nose brushing against yours while his freehand wrapped around your waist, pulling you close, making you squirm, your hands placed on his chest, pushing back but he did not budge, his frame too strong for any of it to matter.

He slid his fingers into your hair, tugging lightly at your roots; groaning needily into your mouth, twisting his tongue past your teeth, letting out a light gasp at the sudden intrusion of your mouth, your hands went up to his biceps, nails clawing at his shirt as your eyes rolled back, feeling your body tremble in his arms he pulled slightly back in concern, seeing blood running down your nose, dripping down and staining your wedding dress, “oh my dear, i’m so sorry, i was too rough with you” he lessened the grip on your waist, and almost immediately your legs gave out under you, falling into his arms, cradling you as he got down and sat you on his lap, caressing your face while soothingly shushing your whimpers, “so fragile, i mustn’t forget” he hums, kissing your temple as he wiped your bloody nose with his handkerchief.

Gently dabbing the cloth against your skin, soaking up the blood, his eyes fixed on the blood on your dress, his gaze glazing over, “my sweet wife.. mother of my future children..” he whispered quietly to himself, zoned out like he’s gone in his imagination, his eyes focused back on you as he felt your fingers twitching against his chest, “i believe it is time for our… consummation, my love” he breathed, picking you up into his arms, bridal style, as you froze, your heart pitter pattering in your rib cage, “wha— what..?” you choked on your words, feeling tears burning in your eyes, darting from his face to his hands who held you so firmly while walking you down the aisle, he just smiled, ignoring your clear discomfort, humming the same song he sang before.

The hallway was eerily quiet as he made his way to the bedroom, seeing your ‘marital bed’ dread finally sank fully to your gut, making you feel nauseous, he carefully placed you down on your feet, his hands holding you by your elbows as he just looked at you, eyes wandering to your biological curvature, you were able to hear how turned on he was by his breath as he manhandled you, his strength overwhelming you as his fingers slid under your arms, loosening the laces of your corset.

The cold air biting your bare skin, and suddenly all of it got too real for you, “w-wait wait—“ his hands slid up your spine as you stuttered, “i don’t— i mean..” you gasp, the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed as his broad form pinning you down, hovering over you, being more than ready to go further, “can this wait-!” you blurt out, panicking digging into your shoulders as you avoid his glance, terrified of whatever reaction he might have, “please… i’m not” he grabbed your chin making you whimper, tears picking up in your eyes, you swallow trying to keep it together, “i’m not ready, i mean.. can’t we get to know each other first— w-wouldn’t that make it feel more.. special?” you’re basically begging him, trying to convince him that this was not the right moment for it, just to push it off, his firm look softened a bit as he brought his thumb up to wipe away a terrified tear, looking as if in deep thought.

You glance down to his chest, conjuring the courage to get him on your side, “wouldn’t you want our first to be as special as it could possibly be..?” you force your voice to be as soft as possible; to not offend him in any way, try and make it sound like it was his idea instead of something you were insisting on to override his plans, you looked back up at him and shakily put your hand over his as he cupped your face, leaning into his palm, your glossy eyes searching his for any sign of anger or disappointment, but there were none, his thumb caressed your face as he gave you a soft smile, “it would be nice, wouldn’t it darling..” he hummed lowly as he fixed your hair, brushing a stray hair behind your ear, “i know.. i’ve been a little vulgar, and i want to say.. i’m sorry” he sighed straightening up a bit, thumb brushing over your cheekbone, “i just— you know how a man gets when he finds a honest woman.. to love” he spoke as if contemplating something then coming to a calm conclusion, he leaned down, picking you up as he got onto the bed, placing you on his lap, breathing softly, kissing your temple as he cradled you to his chest, resting his chin upon your head. He grabbed your hand, pushing down his thumb against your knuckles, making you stretch out your fingers to show your wedding ring, “you’re mine now.. and it is my job and mine alone to care for you, make sure your well and healthy to carry my children..” he whispered into your ear, “and so, i will try make this as painless as possible for you my love” he kissed your hair, “if waiting a little helps lessen the discomfort of your first time, then i will endure it, for the sake of our family.”

You only nodded as you let him hold you close, needing to play into his delusions, it was the only way you knew you’d survive, maybe if you gained enough of his trust then you could convince him to let you out long enough to escape, but that was wishful thinking.

You felt his hand cup your cheek again, making you look at him, “lest it be too long, we can still..” he whispered as he kissed your lips, slowly placing you down on your back, pinning you down, hands grazing over your body, slow kisses moved up your nose, he breathed heavily, having to hold himself back from his lust, stopping at your forehead just resting his lips against your skin, breathing in the scent of your hair, finding the smell of your shampoo mixed with grime and sweat strangely intoxicating, lost in the moment, you had to pull him back from his mind, “husband..?” you whispered, eyes looking up at him, you didn’t even know his name, he never told you, but you needed to make that connection, “my wife..” he smiled, looking down at you, “my Mrs. Gluskin” he licked his lips, breathing out, his eyes moving all over your face; taking you in, seeing your heavy look, soft droopy eyes, “you must be exhausted after such an exciting day” he observed, sighing.

He leaned down beside you, “this should help you relax darling..” kissing your shoulder, pulling you close, his arms around you, caging you in against his chest, warmth radiating off of him, swallowing you whole as he buried his face into your neck, the tension in your body dissipating into his touch, his warmth cradling you as your eyelids got heavier by the second, his breaths lulling you to your sleep, “sweet dreams, my perfect wife.”

Avoiding him like the plague, you stayed back from assignments with him, keeping with the others just so you wouldn’t have to see him after what he did, what you did. It was actually revolting, or at least you tried to convince yourself that it was.

He became antsy, more aggressive and fowl-mounted towards the regents and doctors, placing the blame on them as to why you weren’t around anymore, they were taking up the space and time you could’ve had with him, but he was sent the trash from the bottom of the barrel to distract him, to take his anger out on, when all he wanted was to see you again and feel what you made him feel again.

Then finally came the time where you’re eventually forced to see him again, nerves choked you as the adrenaline grew up your spine, “so fucking humiliating..” you mumbled to yourself once you stepped foot into his domain once again, and already, like a fucking sniffer dog he came running knowing his favorite treat was right around the corner, “look who came crawling back” he grinned, slowly waking toward you, says you, you fucking bastard, you glared at him with as much disgust you could muster, “don’t fucking talk to me..” your voice cold as you just push past, “oh no, you don’t get to do this again sweetness..” he said as he gripped your wrist, sounding surprisingly hurt under that strict tone he always used, pulling you close, face inches from yours.

“Don’t.” you speak firmly, looking at him as if he was nothing but a piece of filth at the bottom of your shoe, keeping eye contact, seeing the slight hesitation in his eyes through his aviators, but his grip tightened, holding your wrist to his chest, “don’t what? make you feel good..” he breaths, “make you open your damn eyes to the truth.. the whole truth” he leaned closer, his cigarette dipping from his lips, ash falling between you.

You could see it in him that he wanted to taste you, to just lean in and grab you by your hair, pulling u as close as possible to shove his tongue down your throat, a part of you wanted it too, but you wouldn’t let yourself indulge in his way. So, you punched him, hard, as hard as you fucking could, breaking his nose and cracking his aviators, he stumbled back grabbing his face, letting out a low groan, “fucking bitch.. you just won’t obey will you..” he grumbled to himself, cracking his nose back into place as he straightened up, blood pouring down all the way to his neck, “won’t fucking listen— not even to yourself” he huffed, licking the blood off his lips as he watched you just lean against a wall, glaring at him.

Keeping a slight distance for a moment, he just watched your face, trying to look beyond, your act not fooling him but his crackling mind not letting him delve too deep into it before being set off, frustrated that you wouldn’t just obey, “you don’t know me, and you never will know me” you speak firmly, “i’d rather die than be with you” your words hit harder even to yourself as they came out, cause you knew it wasn’t true, at least not anymore. Coyle was quiet, your hurtful words getting to him, taunting him over and over in his mind, until it just cracked, he crumbled onto the ground, grabbing you by your legs, burying his face into them, muttered something against your thighs, “Coyle— what is wrong with you..” you strain against his grip, “get the fuck off—!” you push at his shoulders but he didn’t budge, his muttered grew louder and you finally could hear his pathetic voice begging at your feet, “pleasepleaseplease… i want yo—…” his breaths stuttering as his arms wrapped tighter around your knees, “god— you’re so pathetic, just— stop” your tone wavered, your fingers digging into his jacket as you kept trying to push him off.

Your breathing got heavier at the sight of him on his knees in front of you, you enjoyed how weak he made himself look for you, desperate like a dog, his voice stuttering and worn, mumbling incoherent begs, so weak, so pathetic, don’t indulge… DO NOT INDULGE HIM… Then he let out that whimper and you just grabbed him roughly by his jaw, forcing his face out of its hiding place, you look down at him with hooded eyes, his sunglasses crooked on his damp face, lips parted as he panted in need, brushing your thumb over his bottom lip, you’re just as pathetic as him, you push your thumb into his mouth and immediately felt him suck on it, his teeth grazing against your knuckle as you pushed deeper, grabbing him, thumb pressed against his tongue as you force open his mouth more, “what do you want” you try to sound annoyed but it came out softer than u wanted, dragging your thumb up his tongue as it slid out, tugging at his lip before letting go of him, his hands slid up to your hips; tugging at your belt loops, you scoff a bit, he really wasn’t that tough guy he paraded himself around to be, he crumbled just as easily as any other man would, so predictable, you couldn’t say no to that.

Small gasps and moans came from your mouth as Coyle tongued your most sensitive parts, having hiked your leg over his shoulder as he pressed against your boot, your hands gripping the edge of a desk as he pleasured you, “damnit— fuck Coyle..” you whine, eyes rolling back as your body pulsed in raw euphoria, “c-careful with the teeth you— ah mmh fuck!” your pleasant gasps sending shooks of pleasure to his cock as he grinded against your boot, “y’taste s’good..”

Somehow you ended up moaning on the floor, pinned down by your hips as he slobbered all over you, his head between your thighs, groaning pathetically as he came in his pants for the third time, pushing you through peak after peak until you were a shaking mess, thighs almost crushing his skull as they twitched.

You whimpered as you struggled to keep your breath, finally having been able to push him away from your aching treat. he crawled up to you, taking your shivering body into his arms, cuddling you close as you panted quietly, he held onto you tightly, as if you’d disappear if he let go, murmuring against your hair as his heart pounded away, “i’m yours.”