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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.

You’re not going anywhere ever again, Sweetness.

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