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makeucrawl · 8 days ago

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With your hc's on Franco twasing Coyle by flirting with Eastermen. Id love to see maybe a drabble of Coyle being all jealous and Eastermens reaction to it :3 (sfw or nsfw)

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Coyle stormed down the dim corridor, his boots striking the hard floor with sharp, echoing force. The air in the lab felt heavy, the hum of distant machinery and the occasional trickle of water the only sounds breaking the oppressive silence. His jaw clenched so tightly it sent a dull ache through his skull, but he didn’t care. Each step brought him closer to the lab—and to Easterman. And, of course, Franco. That smug little parasite who latched himself onto his doctor.

The thought alone made Coyle’s blood boil. He wasn’t used to being ignored, least of all by Easterman. The late-night experiments, the whispered promises, the scars—all of it was theirs. Or so he’d thought. But lately, it felt as though he’d been cast aside, eclipsed by Franco’s irritating presence.

He stopped at the lab door, his hand hovering over the handle. His chest heaved with the effort of keeping his temper in check. Through the door, he could hear them—Easterman’s smooth, calculated voice and Franco’s grating, high-pitched irritating laughter. It took every ounce of restraint not to kick the door down. Instead, he knocked—twice, loud and deliberate.

The voices halted. Silence. Footsteps approached, and the door creaked open to reveal Easterman, his angular face alight with amusement, as if he’d been expecting this.

“Ah, Officer Coyle,” he greeted smoothly, leaning against the frame. “To what do we owe the pleasure?”

Coyle didn’t bother responding. He shoved past Easterman, their shoulders brushing in a way that was anything but polite. The lab was as sterile and cluttered as ever, a maze of half-finished projects and strange devices. In the corner, Franco sat perched on a stool, glaring at the interruption.

“What in the hell is goin’ on around here?” Coyle demanded, his voice low but laced with fury. “You ain’t spoken to me in weeks.”

“I have—”

“Nuh uh’ Don’t give me that shit!” Coyle cut him off, jabbing a finger toward Franco. “All you ever talk about is that goddamn inbred runt over there!!”

Franco, unfazed, smirked and stuck out his tongue. Coyle ignored him, his focus locked on Easterman, who watched the outburst with an almost clinical detachment.

“Franco is an intriguing subject,” Easterman said, his words slow and deliberate, “but surely you don’t think I’ve forgotten about you, Officer.”

“Don’t fuckin’ play games with me,” Coyle snapped, taking a step closer. “You told me I was your favorite. And now you’re wasting time on him? What the hell am I supposed to think?”

Franco muttered something under his breath, flipping him off, but Coyle didn’t spare him a glance. His attention stayed on Easterman, on the flicker of danger in the man’s dark eyes, the way his lips curved into a teasing smile.

“Jealousy doesn’t suit you,” Easterman said, his voice soft but cutting. His hand rested lightly on Coyle’s chest, just above his badge. “But I must admit, it’s rather… endearing.”

Coyle bristled, but instead of stepping back, he grabbed the front of Easterman’s suit, yanking him close until their faces were inches apart. “I ain’t fuckin’ jealous,” he snarled. “I just wanna know why yer wasting time on him when you’ve got me.”

For a moment, Easterman seemed on the verge of delivering one of his signature, infuriating retorts. But then his expression shifted, softening into something almost tender. “Perhaps I have been neglecting you,” he murmured, his voice dripping with mock remorse. “Would you like me to make it up to you?”

“Damn right I would,” Coyle muttered, his grip tightening.

Easterman chuckled, a low sound that sent a shiver down Coyle’s spine. “Very well,” he said, pulling back slightly, his gaze lingering. “But first, our friend here should take his leave.”

Without waiting, he turned to Franco, who glared in disbelief. “Franco, if you’d be so kind…”

The smaller man groaned, muttering obscenities as he slid off the stool. “Fine, fine! Guess I’ll just..fuck off then!” He stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

As the sound echoed, Easterman’s attention returned to Coyle. His hands slid up to grip the officer’s shoulders, pushing him back against the edge of the lab table. His voice dropped to a commanding whisper. “Now, let’s see if we can channel that frustration.”

Coyle grinned, wild and unrestrained, and yanked Easterman forward, their lips crashing together in a brutal, fiery kiss. It was rough, demanding, a clash of teeth and hunger. Coyle groaned, fingers tangling in Easterman’s hair as he lost himself in the taste of gin and cigarettes, in the press of the doctor’s body against his.

When they finally pulled apart, both men were gasping for air, their bodies pressed tightly together. “F-Fuck, doc…” Coyle panted, grinding his hips against Easterman with desperate urgency. “Hurry the hell up. I need ya… real bad.” His voice cracked, the whine in it betraying just how much control he’d lost.

“You’ve been driving me insane,” Easterman growled, his voice low and heated as his hands slid down to grasp the zipper of Coyle’s leather jacket. “You need to be put in your place.”

Coyle smirked despite the wild thrum of his heartbeat. “Yeah? Then stop talkin’ and get to it.”

Easterman let out a soft, annoyed exhale, but his movements were anything but hesitant. He tugged the jacket off Coyle’s shoulders and discarded it along with his shirt, not sparing them a glance. The chill of the lab’s air hit Coyle’s skin, making him shiver—but the sensation was fleeting as Easterman’s hands roamed over his chest, tracing every ridge of muscle, every scar, like he was cataloging them for eternity.

“You’re mine,” the doctor growled, his voice a dangerous mix of possession and hunger. His teeth grazed the officer’s neck before sinking in hard enough to leave a mark. “Don’t forget.”

“F-Fuck!” Coyle gasped, his breath hitching as pleasure and pain collided. His hands fumbled at the waistband of Easterman’s trousers, his voice trembling. “Y-Ya ain’t gotta remind me…”

Easterman pulled back just enough to fix Coyle with a piercing stare. “Oh, but I do,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Because you seem to forget so easily.”

Before Coyle could protest, Easterman spun him around, pressing his chest against the cool surface of the lab table. The sudden change in position sent a thrill of anticipation through the cop, and he gripped the edge of the table tightly, his hands trembling slightly.

“Hold still,” Easterman commanded, his hands sliding down to unbutton Coyle’s pants. There was no gentleness in his movements, only urgency, and Coyle bit back a moan as his cock sprang free, already hard and aching and dripping.

“Look at you,” Easterman sneered, “So desperate for me. So needy.” He punctuated each word with a sharp slap to the cop’s ass, making him jolt against the table. Coyle groaned, his forehead pressing against the cool metal. “Just..S-Shut the hell up an fuck me,” he muttered, pushing his hips back showing his eagerness for the doctor.

Easterman chuckled, low and dark, and Coyle felt the slick press of lube against his entrance. He tensed instinctively, but the doctor didn’t give him time to adjust. One finger pushed inside, then two, stretching him open with ruthless efficiency.

“F-Fuck, doc,” Coyle gasped, his hips jerking involuntarily. “Y-You’re gonna—”

“Yes?” Easterman interrupted, his voice dripping with mock curiosity. “I’m going to what, Officer? Tell me.” Coyle gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to beg.

But Easterman wasn’t done yet.

He curled his fingers just right, hitting that spot that made Coyle’s knees buckle, and the cop couldn’t hold back a strangled cry. “That’s what I thought,” Easterman said smugly, withdrawing his fingers and replacing them with the head of his cock. He pressed forward slowly, deliberately, savoring the way Coyle squirmed beneath him.

“Goddamn it, doc,” Coyle panted, his nails scraping against the table. “Just f-fuck me already!” Easterman obliged, thrusting into him with a force that drove the air from Coyle’s lungs. The pace was brutal, unrelenting, and Coyle could do nothing but hang on as the doctor fucked him senseless.

Each stroke seemed designed to punish, to remind him who was in control, and Coyle loved every second of it. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Easterman hissed, his hands gripping Coyle’s hips so tightly they were sure to leave marks. “For me to take you? To remind you who you belong to?”

Coyle couldn’t answer—couldn’t do anything except moan and writhe as the doctor’s cock slammed into him again and again. His own arousal was building rapidly, a coil tightening in his gut with every snap of Easterman’s hips.

“C-Close,” he choked out, his voice barely audible over the sound of skin slapping against skin. “I-I’m so fucking c-close—”

“Good,” Easterman growled, reaching around to take Coyle’s cock in his hand. “Let me feel you come undone.”

The combination of Easterman’s hand stroking him and his cock pounding into him was too much. Coyle’s vision blurred as pleasure surged through him, intense and overwhelming. His orgasm hit him like a freight train, tearing a ragged scream from his throat as he spilled himself over the doctor’s hand.

Easterman followed soon after, his thrusts growing erratic as he buried himself deep inside Coyle. With a low groan, he stilled, his body shuddering as he spilled himself into the other man.

The only sound in the room was their heavy breathing, mingling with the faint hum of machinery. Then Easterman pulled out, stepping back to admire his handiwork.

“Well,” he said, his voice calm and collected once more. “I trust that settles things?”

Coyle straightened slowly, his legs still trembling. He turned to face Easterman, a mix of satisfaction and defiance in his eyes. “For now,” he said, his voice rough. “But if you start ignorin’ me again…”

Easterman smirked, clearly amused by the threat. “Duly noted.”

#yall eatin good tonight #I really need to sleep 😭#but I’m tryin to catch up on these asks #the outlast trials #shocktherapy ship #enjoy ♥️

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