idea: coyle being very turned on from watching invasion!reader kill a reagent in front of him (but also lowkey mad that they stole his kill from him) 👀 love your work btw!
Awww thank you so much anon!!
Sorry I kinda disappeared for a bit, it's been SUPER HOT here in the UK and my brain has been fried, melted and evaporated, and writing was something I could not even THINK about ;-;
But I'm still alive!!
(Just)
And I'm here to deliver!
I am also SUPER OPEN to doing a part 2 where Coyle gets his revenge (if ya know what I mean ;) )
So please let me know if that is something you would wanna see!
Enough rambles, on with the show!
🖤 (NSFW, GN Reader, Imposter!Reagent, Coyle is horny; what a surprise)
You took a deep breath in, pulling on your mask over your face. Exhaling as the insertion doors slid open, you slowly crept out, clutching your knife in your hand like your life depended on it. You stepped out into the foyer of the Courthouse, where the faint sounds of the lights buzzing above you filled your head, your body swimming with adrenaline.
You were a seasoned imposter, a trickster with a knife who beckoned innocent reagents toward them, acting like a teammate, before betraying them with a stab to the stomach. The thrill of the hunt filled your veins with adrenaline, the intoxicating feeling of murder making your head spin.
As you wandered the halls of the courthouse looking for your next victims, you heard a faint, melodic humming coming from the evidence rooms. Getting closer to them, you heard words as well as rhythmic hums.
“Ain’t gon’ let no one blow it out, no, I’m gonna let it shine.”
Ah, it was just Coyle.
The prime assets and various expop had agreed with Easterman to work together with imposter reagents, sharing the same bloodlust and passion for their craft. It was strange to be in the same vicinity as an individual who had previously tried to kill you, as now they were indifferent, the same goals and ideals shared between the two of you.
You froze for a moment, hearing the quiet pitter-patter of feet down the hall of a barefoot reagent. Knowing you needed their trust, you slipped your knife into the waistband of your pants, hiding it behind your body. You waited in the evidence room, making yourself look busy as the reagent quietly slipped past Coyle into the room. You silently waved to the reagent, flashing a quick smile in their direction as they waved back, beginning to work on their objective. You watched for a moment, waiting for the right time to strike. The reagent began to slowly type a sequence of numbers into a keypad that locked a box. You watched quietly, gripping the handle of your knife as you slid it out of your waistband.
Taking a deep breath, you silently crept toward the reagent, standing right behind them, holding your knife high above your head. You grinned, grabbing the reagent’s shoulder, spinning them to face you.
You heard the door creak open behind you, and worrying that the reagent’s teammate was going to interrupt you, you quickly plunged your knife into their stomach. Their eyes grew wide, and their face paled, weakly clutching your arm that held the knife inside their torso. You grinned wickedly in response, panting through the adrenaline as you yanked the knife out before stabbing it in and out of the reagent’s body in quick succession. The reagent cried out quietly as you finished your assault, tossing their body to the side.
You heard a low whistle from behind you.
“Damn honey...” That sweet, southern drawl. You quickly whipped your head around to see Coyle leaning in the doorway, cheeks slightly flushed as he stared at you from across the room. “That was quite a sight to behold.” He shifted his legs to cross one over the other to conceal his ever-growing, painful erection. But then his grip tightened on his baton, his lips curling into a slight snarl. “But that was supposed to be mine.” He growled, sauntering towards you, grabbing you by the collar. He held you against him for a moment, his breaths shallow and quick as he panted softly from getting worked up from watching you. You could feel his hard length pressing against your body through your clothes as you shyly stared back up at him, your eyes met with the black mirrors of his aviators.
He growled once more, gripping your hip with his other hand, grinning wickedly, and just as he was about to pull you closer, the exit alarm sounded, warranting your departure from the trial.
Coyle growled in frustration, letting you go reluctantly as you scampered off to the nearest insertion gate, leaving the trial. He simply stood unmoved, panting softly as he palmed at himself lazily against the wall.
He quickly scanned his surroundings, checking he was definitely alone before entering the room properly, closing the door behind him. Sauntering over to one of the desks, he leant against it, almost sitting atop it. He carelessly pulled his painfully hard length out of his uniform pants, and gave it a few slow strokes. Soft groans and growls escaped his lips, his breaths picking up in speed, getting shallower and faster. His hand pumped up and down along his shaft haphazardly, tears almost forming at his eyes.
“Damn fuckin’ reagent gettin’ me worked up n’ doin’ my fuckin’ job ‘fer me.” He grunted in frustration, pumping his hand faster and faster until he felt his balls tighten up against his body. It was then that he drew his stun baton, electricity crackling at the tip. He pressed it against his inner thigh, the shaft of the baton touching his own. Electricity coursed through his body and he let out a quiet whimper, his body immediately throwing itself into his orgasm, where wave after wave crashed through his body, accompanied by thick ropes of cum spurting onto the floor.
Coyle panted heavily, desperately trying to catch his breath, tucking himself back away into his underwear and zipping up his uniform. He stared at the mess he made on the floor and growled in frustration.
Finally catching his breath, he decided to finally exit the room and slowly head towards the insertion gate.
“When I see that fucker next, they’re gonna make up for what they did to me.”
Hiiii! I just love how you write Coyle, it’s just perfect. Anyway, I was just wondering if you’d be willing to write some obsessed Coyle smut? Not like in a stalker way (although…), maybe just like a he needs the reader in a primal sort of way, just always desperate for her?? Idk if that makes sense and feel free to ignore this :) but anyway, for my sake, plz keep posting <3
Awww thank you so much, anon!! 🖤
That Cowboy!Coyle fic is still in the works I promise!! I have just been so busy recently and every time I return to it my brain just blanks but I swear, I am trying to finish it!!
This is something that I would definitely want to explore in a wayyyy longer and more thought out form but if you would let me just throw up some thoughts real quick
(Not very quick though are we, Anti, this turned out to be quite long already, strap in! Hope you enjoy!)
🖤 (NSFW Under the Cut, AFAB Reader, DUBCON, Marking, Obsessed!Coyle)
Coyle would 100% be a Yandere archetype, jealousy fuelling him every time he’d see his favourite reagent even so much as in the same room with another reagent, expop or especially Prime Asset.
If he came across your entire team, he’d wait until you all scamper off in different directions, but then only chase you out of the four. He wouldn’t let up either, stalking you like a wolf toying with its prey. Even if your other teammates tried to distract him to get him away from you, he’d still persist.
He’d likely corner you in a dark room, waiting until you were alone, split off from the rest of your team. You’d be quietly working on an objective or looking for a certain item that you needed, when all of a sudden, a leather-clad hand would clasp over your mouth, another wrapping around your stomach.
You could try to scream, to wriggle away. But it would be all for naught.
Coyle would hold you tight to him, breathing heavily down your neck before pressing his nose against it, inhaling deeply. Your scent intoxicates him, fuelling his drive to be with you even more. You suddenly feel his hardening length pressing against your ass as he’s holding you close.
“Now, sweetness. Sergeant Leland Coyle’s gonna show you just who you belong to.” He growls quietly against your skin, quickly latching his teeth into the delicate flesh of your neck where he bites and sucks at the skin.
It hurts, but you must persist. Your actions are the only thing that can tip the scales of fate in your favour.
You can feel your body betraying you in response to his touches, your hot breath mingling with the quiet whimpers tumbling from your lips. He chuckles in response, licking your neck to soothe the sting of his bite.
His breaths are heavy, needy.
He’s suddenly pushing you across the room, bending you over a desk and rutting impatiently against the soft mounds of your ass. Bending forward to pin you slightly, and to mumble in your ear.
“I’ve been waitin’ so long for you, sweetness. You’ve teased me for far too fuckin’ long. Y’understand? This is what you do to me.” His words are slurring slightly, almost drunk off of the fact he finally has you where he wants you. You can feel him growing more and more impatient as you hear him fumble with his belt buckle, the jingles subsiding as it hits the floor with a soft thud.
Next his hands grab at your hips, yanking your pants down and off of your ass, letting them pool around your ankles. His eyes widen at your glistening, bare skin, his hands immediately groping at the soft flesh. He’s groaning and whining slightly, even though he’s not even receiving any physical stimulation, just being able to finally touch you is more than enough.
“Oh, Sweetness.” He’s lost in emotion, even so much so as settling down on his knees behind you, kissing and biting at your asscheeks, leaving trails of bite marks and bruises in the wake of his teeth. Each bite is painful, but to Coyle it’s a reminder of who you belong to now. The person who marked you. Everyone will get to see the necklace of purples and reds that Coyle left behind.
He’s biting at your inner thighs, squeezing the skin roughly with his calloused fingers, leaving tiny crescents in your skin from his nails. Every inch of skin will be, needs to be, marked. By him.
He flips you onto your back on the table, settling back down in between your thighs, licking a long, slow strip from your entrance to your clit, sending shivers down your spine. His hands are holding onto your thighs like his life depends upon it, as he begins to eat you out like you’re the only source of sustenance left in Sinyala. He’s licking, sucking and slurping at your clit, allowing himself to delve a finger into your soaked heat.
The sudden intrusion shocks you slightly, a sharp gasp leaving your body, but quickly followed by needy moans and whimpers as he begins to thrust his finger in and out of you, shortly adding a second finger along with it, keeping up his brutal pace. You begin to see stars, and Coyle chuckles as he can feel your muscles tensing around his fingers.
But this is just the beginning.
As you gush out over his fingers, he’s there, lapping it up with his tongue, shivering as he tastes you. It’s delectable, and now more than ever he can’t bare the mere thought of somebody else getting this close to you.
He has to get closer.
He abruptly slides his fingers out of you, standing back up. He begins caressing the skin of your thighs gently, feeling your softness beneath his rough hands. He quickly pulls his length from the confines of his uniform pants, it springing free and hitting his stomach with a gentle thud. He’s already leaking precum, so riled up just from the sight of you, let alone being able to finally touch you.
“This is what you’ve made me wait for for so long, isn’t it sweetness? You made me wait ‘cus you wanted to see how desperate I’d get. You know what’cha do to me.” He leans forward, caging you in against the table with his big arms, his voice a gravelly whisper in your ear.
“Well now you’ve got me, sugar.”
Your eyes widen as he pins you down with his upper body before pushing his entire length into you. The stretch is brutal, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes at the sting. By the gods he’s thick. The only thing you can focus on in that moment is his size, the feeling of him nestled deep against your cervix. It’s so overstimulating that your walls begin to pulse softly against him in a feat to adjust to his size.
He groans on top of you, a deep, guttural growl rumbling through his body. His face is scrunched up in an expression of pleasure and hunger, gazing down at your own face, which is also twisted into a pleasured yet pained expression.
One of his hands reaches over to cup your face gently, softly shushing you and mumbling gentle words of praise and appreciation toward you.
It’s endearing, yet at the same time utterly terrifying.
You gaze up at him in a teary daze, your face flushed and warm to the touch. It immediately ignites a fire within Coyle, as he growls again, louder this time, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.
“You’re mine now, y’understand?!” He growls, accentuating every word with a harsh, deep thrust, skin slapping together after every syllable. “If I see anyone, and I mean anyone, be it reagent or any of those other fucking Murkoff freaks try to touch you, it’s on fuckin’ sight!” His voice is slightly shaky, as if the mere thought of you with anybody else is making him want to break down in tears.
His thrusts are at such a brutal pace, you begin to cry out. Pained moans and whimpers begin to tumble out of your mouth as he fucks into you, holding you close to him. Your arms tentatively reach up to wrap themselves around his neck to hold onto him, and he grins slightly through his concentrated thrusts.
Skin slapping against skin echoes throughout the room above the lewd sounds of the two of you moaning and panting. The heat between the two of you is beginning to become unbearable.
With a final cry you cling to Coyle, nails digging into his jacket as you finally hit your climax around him, which spurs on his own. Thick ropes of hot seed spurt out of him into you, the warmth filling your stomach as tears roll down your face.
He presses his face against the side of your own, a whispered growl pouring into your ear: “Mine.”
He delicately shifts the two of you, keeping himself nestled deep inside you but allowing him to sit upright with you perched on top of his lap. He’s holding you close, stroking your hair as he presses your head against his chest. You can smell his cocktail of leather and sweat, but it feels…strangely comforting?
He grins as he keeps you close to him, keeping you still. Keeping you. Forever.
Imagine Coyle chasing you but you're just busy teasing him and calling him so many complimentary names and he blushes trying not to fall for your words 😂
Asdhffkkf he would FOLD SO QUICK I FEAR
Poor guy is so pent up that any attention would send the blood rushing straight to his head (you get to pick which one teehee!)
🖤(Suggestive Content, GN Reader)
“Oh sweetness!” Coyle groaned as he fell to the floor, clutching his head in pain as the brick you hurled at him bounced off of it and clattered to the floor.
“Mmm, I’ll have to think of some cute nicknames for yourself, handsome!” You purr as you scampered off.
Coyle scrambled to his feet, mumbling to himself as he darted after you.
“Get back here!” He yelled, using his shock baton to light his way in the dark corridors.
“Oh, Mister Police Officer, are you struggling to find me?” You teased, giggling from the other side of the room. You heard him grumble in response. “What’s the matter, handsome, getting all hot under the collar? Why don’t you let me take a peek what’s underneath then, hmmm? Let you cool off a little bit.” You giggled once again, hearing his breath hitch from all the way across the room.
You knew that you were getting to him, and it was so much fun.
“I’m not hearing a no!” Your voice sung out teasingly. “You gonna let me worship that badge, Sergeant?”
He cleared his throat awkwardly, his belt jingling as he adjusted himself beneath his uniform pants.
You were, in fact, getting to him.
You giggled again, stepping quietly behind him in the darkness of the room. You gently brought your hands to the front of him, teasingly running them up and down his chest and stomach.
He flinched, choking on his breath slightly as his cheeks flushed. He spun around to grab at you, although you were too fast, darting away from him back into the darkness.
“You’re too slow, pumpkin.” You teased, blowing a kiss to him before you darted out of the room, shutting the door behind you.
Coyle stood on the spot for a moment, trying to process what happened. He could feel his body betraying him, his blood rushing down to the wrong head. His face crinkled in shame.
Hi so I mayhaps finished that Pre-Murkoff Coyle x Reader fic that I literally posted a snippet of yesterday.
I may have girlbossed a bit too close to the sun and went HAM in writing it, my bad but not really teehee!
This is my first fic in a LONG LONG time so I'm sorry if it's formatted weird or the grammar is shit, I'm also just like having to get myself comfortable with writing this kind of thing again?
I get like embarrassed writing smut I'm just a sad little guy I guess
But please enjoy!
Ahah
Reader is AFAB in this fic
Word Count: 2495
🖤 (NSFW Under the Cut, AFAB Reader, DubCon, Porn with NO PLOT, Choking, Biting, Coyle being mean as usual)
Coyle sat in his oversized armchair when you arrived home, one hand draped over the arm of the chair, the other cradling a bottle of beer atop his knee. His ears perked up as he heard the front door close, placing his beer bottle on the floor by the side of the chair.
You flashed him a small smile, placing your shopping bags down by the front door, you’d tend to those later. Taking your shoes and coat off, you carefully placed them by the front door before walking over to him slowly, stopping as you reached the side of the armchair.
Leaning down, you gave a soft peck to his left cheek, and he hummed in response.
“Early finish, sweetheart?” You asked quietly, gently leaning on the arm of his chair as you leant forward more, your hands gripping the plush cushion.
“Mmmm, Chief sent me home early. Finally got that damn report finished, so he said I could leave.” He grumbled. The report he’d been working on was a rough one, he hadn’t spared you many details, but you knew it had been taking a toll on him recently, his anger had definitely gotten worse these past few weeks because of it. But thankfully it was done, so hopefully you could finally have your husband back to normal.
Coyle grinned slightly as he saw you leaning more towards him, the top of your dress struggling to contain your chest as the buttons bursted at the seams. He reached forward, taking your wrist in his hand.
“C’mere.” He pulled your arm gently, motioning for you to sit on his lap. You smiled down at him, before nodding, crawling into his lap carefully atop the large chair. You sat sideways, both of your legs politely dangling over his own large thigh. Your hands were folded in your lap as you leant against his body, your head finding comfort on his shoulder.
He kissed the top of your head, his hand immediately reaching for your clothed breasts. Groping at you lazily, he used his other hand to grip your chin, forcing you to look at him, before his lips collided with your own. You could taste the tobacco of the several cigarettes he’d smoked that day and the cheap beer he always complained about the taste of, but refused to buy anything else. His hand shifted to your cheek, his thumb stroking it gently as he groaned against your lips.
Coyle mumbled against your lips about missing you, his deep, southern drawl sending shivers down your back. The hand groping at your chest slid down to meet your thighs as he pulled away from the kiss suddenly, grinning through half-lidded eyes. He used both of his hands to shift you in his lap, your position now facing away from him with your back nestled against his chest, head resting on his shoulder.
One of Coyle’s hands returned to your thighs, nudging them apart so each of your legs were strewn around the sides of both of his. His hand slipped up your skirt, pressing and rubbing gently on the outside of your panties, feeling you get wetter and wetter the more he touched you. He smirked as you let out a soft whimper, your head leaning back onto his shoulder more, exposing your neck to him.
Big mistake.
Coyle immediately took this opportunity to latch onto your neck, his lips suctioning onto the sensitive skin. He kissed, sucked and nibbled at the delicate flesh, grinning against your skin as he listened to the quiet symphony of moans and whimpers that were spilling out of your mouth.
While he kissed at your neck, Coyle’s free hand began working at the shirt of your dress, quickly unbuttoning it and freeing your chest. Your breath hitched as you felt the cool air of the room touch your skin, your chest beginning to heave slightly as your breath quickened. Coyle chuckled darkly against your neck as he heard the shift in tempo of your breathing, beginning to grope at your chest once again, his large, warm hand sliding under the thin fabric of your bra. He began to squeeze at your soft breasts, your size filling his hand perfectly. A strangled moan left your lips as began to swirl his fingers around your nipple, pinching and twisting at it. He grinned, his motions starting to become a lot rougher.
Coyle did this often, sweetened you up with gentle caresses and soft kisses, getting you right he wanted, before unleashing his true intentions and just using you how he pleased. That’s how it always went down, and you knew this all too well, but you couldn’t deny that you loved every second of it.
As his hand attacked your breasts, his other hand slipped beneath your panties, fingertips toying with your clit, eliciting quiet, breathy moans from your lips. He smirked, biting down harder at your neck, feeling your body squirm on top of him. You could feel him getting hard against your ass beneath you, his hips softly undulating against you in hopes of any pressure or stimulation to satisfy him in that moment. His movements were accompanied by soft groans and gasps, his lips still very attached at your neck. His fingers rubbed circles around the swollen nub between your legs, and you could feel yourself starting to sweat slightly, a faint tightening in your stomach beginning to form.
He had you right where he wanted.
“C’mon, sweetness, let me hear them pretty little noises.” Coyle drawled into your ear, his voice quiet but slightly demanding in tone.
His fingers were swirling around your clit at a delicious pace and you began to see stars. Coyle’s other hand moved from your breasts down to join his other hand, slipping a long, calloused finger into your heat with ease, a quiet groan leaving his lips as he felt the wet warmth of your walls. You let out a shaky moan, whimpering louder as he began to slide his finger in and out of you, his pace matching that of his other hand. After a few pumps, he added a second finger, and that’s when you knew you were done for.
Your back arched against him and you threw your head back against his shoulder, letting out the most perverse sounds your body was capable of as you came apart in his lap. Your walls fluttered around his fingers as you came, hard, your sweet juices gushing out over his two thick digits. He chuckled in response, cooing at you condescendingly as you rode out your orgasm.
“That’s it, darlin’, let it all out, come for me.” He murmured into your ear, a lewd whine escaping your lips in response. His fingers kept up a steady pace, sliding in and out of you through your orgasm, starting to slightly overstimulate you. Your whines became more slurred, your eyes watering slightly as the pleasure almost became too much. Coyle noticed this and smirked, gently withdrawing his fingers from between your legs.
“Such a sweet girl.” He cooed, once again condescendingly. He brought his fingers up to his mouth, licking them slowly as he chuckled darkly. “Taste sweet too, sugar.” He whispered lowly, abruptly stuffing his two fingers into your own mouth, making you taste yourself. You choked slightly as he pushed them down your throat a little too far, your body writhing on top of his lap as you struggled.
He just laughed.
Coyle quickly wrapped an arm around your waist tightly, standing up from his chair with you still held against his body and his fingers still in your mouth. He dragged you with him over to the wall beside the chair, where he pushed you against it, pinning you with his body. His head pressed up against yours, his lips barely brushing against your ear.
“Now sweetness, you’re gonna behave for me while I fuck ya, y’understand?” He purred into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. A simple, slightly scared whimper left your body as a response, your head giving a small nod to go along with the sound. He smirked against your neck, kissing it tenderly. “Good girl.”
That would be the last gentle touch you’d feel for a while.
Coyle took your wrist roughly, pulling your arm behind your back, crossing it at your waist. He let you use your other arm to brace yourself against the wall, palm splayed out against the plaster. He hiked up the skirt of your dress, pulling down the panties that covered your ass. They pooled at your ankles and you quickly stepped out of them, kicking them to the side. He groaned lowly, groping at your ass roughly with his free hand for a moment, his fingers digging into the soft flesh with reckless abandon.
Coyle quickly withdrew his hand from your already sore cheeks to begin freeing himself from the confines of his policeman’s uniform. The buckle of his belt jingled as he unfastened it from his hips, letting it hang open in the loops of his uniform pants. He hastily pulled down his underwear just enough to allow his fully erect cock to spring free, hitting his soft stomach as it was released into the open air. He grinned as he stared down at it, his hand wrapping around the shaft to give a few slow pumps in preparation.
He didn’t bother with any further foreplay, he’d already made you cum once, that was enough. He took pride in being able to make you do that. Especially since you told him that you’d never been able to do that before you got with him.
He lined himself up with your entrance, letting the anticipation linger in the air for a moment, listening to your breathing quicken almost in fear, before forcefully pushing his entire length inside you. You cried out a choked moan around his fingers, tears pricking at the corners of your widened eyes.
His sudden entry stung slightly and he didn’t even wait to let you adjust to his size before starting to thrust in and out of you at a brutal pace, bottoming out with every intrusion. Every thrust had you seeing stars, your eyes rolling back into your head as salty tears rolled down your flushed cheeks. The room was filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping together, accompanied by your muffled whines and moans and Coyle’s occasional groans and grunts as he fucked into you. Each thrust was harsh, your legs beginning to shake beneath you as he pushed you into the wall every time he entered you. Your whole body eventually began to tremble and you desperately tried your hardest to stay upright against the wall, your body squashed uncomfortably between it and Coyle’s body.
“Stop yer fuckin’ squirmin’.” Coyle grunted, getting slightly irritated that you couldn’t stay still. He stopped his intense thrusts, bottoming out inside of you before he twisted your arm further around your back, his large hand keeping yours at the apex of your hip.
It was painful.
Your eyes welled with tears, but you got the message, quickly shuffling your legs a little more apart to even your weight out between your feet to stabilize yourself better. The small movement gave you an ounce of comfort, allowing you to stand still against the wall easier than before.
Coyle grinned, leaning forward again. You felt his lips against your earlobe, where he bit at the soft flesh.
“Now be a doll and keep still ‘fer me.” He commanded quietly, resuming the brutal pace he had set before.
You cried out a strangled moan at the continuation of his movements, his fingers still very much nestled against your tongue inside your mouth. His other two fingers found refuge under your chin, keeping your head tilted up and away from the wall so he could ‘hear your pretty sounds better.’ It made him feel good to know he was affecting you so much, your sounds making his hips snap faster against your ass.
You could tell he was close now, his thrusts becoming more sloppy and out of rhythm, his grunts and groans getting increasingly louder. The hand that held its fingers in your mouth pulled them free, choosing to take refuge around your throat instead. His hand clamped down hard, the last of your moans and gasps getting choked out from your throat. Your vision began to blur slightly, the only thing keeping your conscious was the haphazard rhythm of him thrusting in and out of you.
“Now, baby. ‘M gonna cum inside ya, and you’re gonna take every last drop. Y’understand?” He growled through gritted teeth, not even waiting for a response as he continued his reckless thrusts. The hand around your neck held tight, pulling you closer towards him as he panted heavily against your back, his hot breath dancing down your spine.
And then you felt it.
He released your arm that held yours around your back, opting to instead wrap itself around your front, fingers gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. He held you against him tight as his cock began to twitch violently inside you, filling you with rope after rope of hot cum. You choked out a cocktail of sobs and moans as tears streamed down your face. Coyle groaned as his orgasm took a hold of him, still thrusting through every wave of pleasure that surged through his body. His hand tightened hard around your throat as he came, your blurry vision beginning to go grey and dark.
He didn’t care.
Coyle soon became quiet, his hand releasing your neck, colour slowly pooling back into your vision. You gasped for air, leaning up against the wall as he slowly slipped his cock out of your abused pussy and stepped back, admiring the cum that slowly leaked out of you and dripped down onto the floor. He grinned, quickly tucking himself back into his underwear and pulling up his uniform pants, fastening his belt back up around his hips. Your legs shook as he let go of you and you had to fight to stop yourself from collapsing on the spot.
He chuckled quietly at the state of you, letting out a low whistle, before returning to his seat in his armchair. He picked up the bottle of beer that he had previously discarded on the floor and sipped it slowly, returning his attention to the flickering television screen.
“Go on, sweetheart, go clean yourself up. I’ll be waiting right here for ya when ya get back.” He spoke with such a lack of care, if you weren’t exhausted beyond comprehension after what he did, it would have angered you.
But you didn’t have the energy for that.
So you quietly picked your underwear up off the floor and took yourself off to the bathroom, trying your best to fight back the tears that threatened the corners of your eyes.
im dropping u this idea bc as much as i wanna write it myself, i cant stand my own writing
so here i present u with,,,,, coyle and prime asset reader that is jealous of the things he says about the other prime assets during prime time (mainly when he’s talking about liliya and gooseberry since that man is HORNY)
Ooooo, I like this idea!!
I decided to focus just on Mother Gooseberry since his voice lines for her are the MOST DOWN BAD (tbh, valid as fuck, Gooseberry lowkey a whole baddie) and then Coyle realises he is also down bad for the reader, but he knows how jealous the reader is of how he interacts and teases THE FUCK out of them hehehe
Hope you enjoy!
🖤(Suggestive, GN Reader, Prime Asset!Reader, Jealous!Reader, Coyle thinks its hilarious that the reader is jealous)
“Oughta be illegal for a woman to be so…provocative.”
You gave Coyle the dirtiest side eye as he patrolled the room across from you, bouncing his baton in his hand impatiently. It was once again that time of year when Easterman wanted the Prime Assets to work together against the reagents, which you loved, as it meant you got to spend more time with your favourite Police Officer.
But Mother Gooseberry had not long entered the Police Station, wandering about the halls whilst talking to her little hand puppet, and Coyle’s eyes had been glued to her ever since she’d stepped out of the insertion gate. You watched him follow her through the halls like a lost puppy, seething with jealousy as he couldn’t keep his gaze away from her. You knew you had to do something to catch his attention. You just didn’t know what yet.
After patrolling for what seemed like forever, you came across Coyle leaning against a desk and taking slow drags of his cigarette. You took a deep breath in preparation, leaning against the doorway of the room suggestively.
“Sergeant.” You nodded at him as you spoke. You were leant with your arms crossed, and one leg crossed over the other with your weapon dangling at your hip. Grinning slightly, you gazed at him through half lidded eyes. He looked up for a moment, taking in your provocative pose before clearing his throat.
“Can I fuckin’ help you?” He took another drag of his cigarette, averting his eyes from you back to the wall. You scowled, kissing the backs of your teeth before trying again.
“Whatcha’ doin’?” Your voice was sing-songy, trying your best to pique his interest.
“The fuck it looks like I’m doin’. I’m smoking, you fuckin’ jerk-off.”
Your face scrunched up in annoyance, sighing softly, straightening out your posture and beginning to walk out of the room. Coyle caught on to your sudden aggravation and chuckled, stomping out his cigarette and following behind you.
“What’s got you all worked up?” He teased, lighting up another cigarette.
“Nothin’.” You grumbled, kicking a small piece of rubble down the corridor.
“Nah, something’s got under your skin, you wanna share with ol’ Coyle?” He jabbed at your side with his thick finger as he spoke his own name, making you jump and squeal in surprise. You scowled at him, giving him another filthy side-eye before continuing to walk down the corridor toward the Police Station basement.
Just as you reached the door, you suddenly heard the dulcet tones of Mother Gooseberry’s singing nearby. It was gentle, like a mother singing her child to sleep. You found yourself smiling, but you were rudely interrupted by Coyle, who once again snuck up on you and jabbed you in both sides this time.
“You fucker!” You yelped, whipping your head around to face him. He rolled his eyes and chuckled darkly, before turning his attention to the basement door.
“Futterman in there?” He pointed to the door, turning to face you.
“Yup.” You rolled your eyes, your tone exasperated.
Coyle took a long drag of the freshly lit cigarette that rested between his fingertips, blowing softly into the air above the two of you as you both caught a glimpse of Mother Gooseberry wandering past the basement door window. Coyle whistled lowly.
“God almighty, but that is one provocative side of female beef.” Coyle spoke unabashedly, almost undressing her with his eyes as she walked past.
You scowled in disgust, jealousy boiling away inside you.
“Jesus Christ, Leland.” You muttered under your breath, pinching the bridge of your nose with your thumb and fingers and averting your eyes away from him. Coyle raised an inquisitive eyebrow toward your mumblings.
“What was that, sweetness?” He grinned, leaning forward toward you. You leapt back in surprise but also slight embarrassment, swatting him away.
“Fuck off.” You were flustered now, swinging open the basement door and hurrying off inside in hopes that you’d run into a poor reagent to play with that would take your mind off that awkward encounter. Coyle just smirked as you scampered off, chuckling quietly. He could sense a slight hint of jealousy, but he needed to make sure he was right. He slowly followed you, a smug grin plastered across his face.
He rounded the corner and saw you across the hall, pinning a poor reagent to the floor and beating them to death. The enraged, psychotic expression on your face made him stop in his tracks, his eyes widening behind his dark shades. His cheeks flushed slightly as he stared at you, an uncomfortable tight feeling blossoming beneath his uniform pants.
Ah fuck.
He quickly ducked behind the cover of the wall, not wanting anyone else to see his embarrassment. He heard you toss the reagent’s limp body to the side with a frustrated grunt, before your footsteps slowly approached. He straightened himself out, crossing his legs slightly as he leaned up against the wall, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.
“Hey sweetness.” He called as you walked into the room. You jumped slightly, growling in frustration at his sudden words.
“What do you want?” You stammered, embarrassed at the fact he had startled you.
“Just watchin’. Er, but not you. Ya know, watchin’ for them reagents.” He coughed, taking a long drag of his cigarette. You raised a brow to his strange demeanour but thought nothing else of it, as you walked off.
“By the way, the Goose was looking for you.” You called to him as you left the room, a sarcastic twang to your tone.
Imagine, you fall asleep in a trial because you’re so exhausted and just needed a little break.
Specifically a Courthouse Trial, you choose to fall asleep on the mattress in that tiny crawlspace.
And you wake up and Coyle’s just looming over you, staring down at you with his baton aimed at you like a flashlight in a dark room.
“Well well well, what do we have here? Sleepy little mouse.”
He presses the tip of the stun baton to your chin, the electricity fizzling out as he doesn’t want to hurt you.
Yet.
“What’s got ya so exhausted, hmm? Easterfuck’s therapy too much for ya?”
His voice is gravely and dark, but you almost sense a slight hint of empathy.
Oh how wrong you were.
He pulls the baton away from your chin and uses it to turn you over onto your stomach, planting his feet at your knees.
“I’ll give ya a reason to be exhausted, little one.”
He immediately kneels down in place, pinning your legs down with his own and grabbing your hips, yanking down your pants and exposing your ass to the cold, stale air of the room.
You try to struggle but you’re just too exhausted.
You hear a soft jingling as Coyle unbuckles his belt, accompanied by the rustle of his uniform pants as he yanks them down just enough.
“It’ll make ya feel good too, sweetness.”
He strokes himself a few times before forcefully entering your tight little hole, groaning at the stretch.
“D’ya like that, darlin’?” His voice is slurred slightly, drunk off the feeling of being inside you.
You squeal weakly, heavy exhausted limbs flailing beneath him, doing anything in your power to get him off of you. But he’s much stronger than you. You're nothing but a weak little reagent.
He begins to thrust in and out of you, the friction immediately painful thanks to the lack of lubrication or foreplay.
You try to scream.
Nobody hears you.
All you can do is wait as you feel your body betray you; it's enjoying every second of this. You eventually cum when he does, crying out pained sobs and pathetic moans through your orgasm as you feel the warmth of his own inside of you.
He leans forward, a shit-eating grin on his face.
"Now sweetpea, up ya get. Easterfuck is gon' find ya if y'ain't careful. And I wouldn't want my new toy to go to waste."
He stands back up, tucking himself away in his uniform pants, before spitting on your bare ass, chuckling darkly to himself.
He waits for a moment to see if you get up, but when you don't, his expression screws up into one of impatience and anger.
"I said, GET!" He barks, zapping the backs of your thighs. You scream out in agony, sending shivers down Coyle's spine.
Before he can grab you again, you're scrambling to your feet and running as fast as your legs can carry you back to the shuttle doors. You collapse as you hit the button to open the doors, vision going blurry from the lack of rest. The pain in your nether regions is growing unbareable.
The doors slide open. You manage to retreat into the shuttle just as you can hear the crackling of electricity once again.
