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[finniestoncrane]

2.5k Event Request - Bane x GN!Reader word count: 850 a/n: listen if my mouth can't open wide enough to receive him i am giving him permission to tear me asunder tbqh cw: face fucking, cnc, rough oral sex, restraints, a lot of saliva 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie2.5k (to follow or to block)

It was always going to be a risk confessing your slightly more adventurous kinks to Bane. Not because he wasn't receptive to them, or that he would judge you. It was because, despite his notoriety, his appearance and strength, and his criminal record, your kinks didn't quite line up with his own preferences or even abilities. But he was always willing to try, and you appreciated him for that.

As always, with kinks of a more taboo nature, the pre-game preparation had been focused and careful. Bane finished tying your wrists up with the soft rope and crouched in front of you, bringing himself as close to your level as he could as you knelt on the floor.

He looked into your eyes, a wistful glance that made you think that something was going to change between you, that you had maybe pushed him too far unintentionally. Before he could open his mouth to speak to you, you began rambling.

"Hey, it's ok if you don't want to do this. If it's too much, I understand. Your comfort is just as important as mine, and I don't want you to think that you have to-"

Bane cut you off, not with words, but with his actions. The feeling of his thumb skimming over your cheek, so soft and gentle, had your words trailing into a satisfied hum, quieting down as he tried to soothe your nerves.

"Actually, I am looking forward to this. It's exciting... I just don't want you to think differently of me afterwards."

"Of course not! If anything, I think I'll find you even sweeter, given how much of a contradiction there'll be."

"And if it's too much? If it's too rough... you need to tell me.

"I promise."

You were well aware of the fact that he might be a bit rougher than you could take, in fact, you were hoping he would be.

"Alright then."

He stood up, towering over you, eyes darkening as he let his soft smile turn into a cruel grin. With his large fingers, he reached for your face once more, but this wasn't a gentle grip. This was forceful, firm, commanding. And as you looked up to him, he embodied everything you had wanted from him.

Now, he looked like the kind of guy who would take what he wanted. Who had no concept of the word 'no'.

With his hand still holding your head in position, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. The length itself was daunting, but it was the girth that made your throat close up.

That was good, though. It would only lend itsef to the feeling you were chasing. Being filled, stretched, choked beyond your capacity. Whatever pleasure he was going to get, you wanted him to take it from you. And you wanted to struggle to give it to him.

"Open it."

You hesitated for a moment, still too distracted by your own lust-filled daydreams, your cunt warm and wet already as you stared longingly at his cock. The crack of his palm against your cheek brought you back to attention, however, and you let your jaw drop open, groaning as he gripped your hair and held your head still.

"Do you think I'll fit?"

Honesty was always the best policy, and so you shook your head a little.

"Do you want it to fit?"

You shook your head again, wet eyes portraying the perfect look of pleading, asking for mercy when you really didn't want him to give you any.

"Good. I'd like to have to break you. Wear you out. I'm going to make it fit. And you're going to sit there and take it."

One hand tugging at your roots, the other at the base of his cock, he slid the tip into your mouth. It fit between your lips, but as he began easing inch by inch of the shaft, you realised just how big he was.

With a cruel laugh, he thrust himself into you, his tip striking the back of your throat and making you gag breathlessly around his cock. You couldn't even back your head away from him, he was too strong, holding you there as he pulled out and pushed himself back in again over your tongue.

You tried to breathe through your nose, tried to keep from coughing and spluttering too much. But as you whined, both in effort and pleasure, your drool kept pouring over his length and covering your cheeks, bubbling saliva on the corners of your mouth leading to long strands on your chin as he kept bucking into you.

He tossed his head back, grunting with each stroke of your hollowed cheeks around his shaft, your tears meeting your saliva and pooling on the floor in drops. At no point had he considered how you would say your safe word when your mouth was so full, but he was growing less concerned about that with each passing moment.

You wanted him to pretend to take this from you, and he intended on living up to your request.

[finniestoncrane]

2.5k Event Request - Cecil Stedman x GN!Reader word count: 900 a/n: am i unhinged? yeah. but i'm at peace with that. and i think i should be rewarded for my self-awareness by being pushed under a desk and asked to suck cecil stedman's fat cock u-u cw: hair pulling, blowjobs, praise kink, instructed oral sex, risky location, choking on dick 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie2.5k (to follow or to block)

Employee evaluations and boot licking were very much not your thing. You didn’t need the praise, a boost of incentive to work at a job you’d rather not have but rather required to have in order to exist. But there were things you were willing to do, even begging to do. And you were more than happy to degrade yourself for the opportunity to do them. It’s why you so often found yourself on your knees below Cecil Stedman’s desk, staring up at him with wide, thankful eyes, your mouth filled with his cock, average length but surprisingly thick.

From under his desk, strategically hidden and subtly indicating your status as lower than him, you stared up into Cecil’s steely blue eyes, a glimmer of affection behind them, far more than he offered to anyone else he looked at. His fingers laced through your hair, pads pressing onto your scalp as he pushed you, mouth open expectantly, towards the tip of his cock. Slowly, but still forcefully, he inserted himself past your lips, groaning as his head hit the back of your throat. Your chokes and splutters made his heartbeat quicken, abdomen tightening as his muscles tensed in arousal.

“Breathe through your nose… and put your tongue underneath- yep, yes… just like… Oh, that’s it… that is it! You’re a fast learner.”

Your drool was pooling against your bottom lip, eyes watering as he bucked the tip against your throat. In a move of genuine care, he tugged at the knot of your hair he held in his clamped fist and pulled you off his cock, watching your saliva spill from the corners of your mouth and drip down your chin.

He steadied himself on the edge of his chair, one hand firmly planted at the based of his cock, just enough uncovered by his hand for you to wrap your lips around the tip. As you began sucking again, running your tongue around his head, taking more of him in as he removed his hand, his trust that you could do this without straining yourself renewed. Despite what you might have believed, this was only pleasurable for him if you enjoyed yourself too. But not wanting to seem too soft, he offered another instruction.

“Don’t be afraid to use your teeth a little. You think I’m soft? I deal with these assholes on a daily basis, I can handle a bit of rough play.”

You tightened your jaw a little, letting his shaft graze along the bottom row of your teeth, his breath hissing through his clenched teeth as the slight tingle of pain coursed through him.

“You know, if everyone listened as well as you did, we wouldn’t have so many god damn problems around here.”

Cecil’s warm palm held your cheek, thumb caressing your skin in a display of affection, the likes of which only you ever saw from him truly. There were others he cared for, but you were the only one he seemed to feel anything deeper towards. It made you feel special. That he could have at his behest the most incredible superheroes on the planet, and you were the one he chose to spend his time with.

He tapped his thumb against your cheek, drawing your eyes up to his as he spoke.

“Hollow them, it shows your sucking as hard as you can, you know I like that ah… aha ha… wow, you are a very good listener…”

His thumb went back to skating back and forth over your now flushed and warm cheeks.

“… such a good employee, we’ll need to negotiate a bonus for you.”

You could feel your eyes, half-lidded and wet with tears, sparkling with excitement at his praise.

“You’re so good… you’re doing so good… gimme a second though…”

His slender fingers pulled at the knot of his tie, loosening it before he took it off completely, flicking it over your head and letting it rest at the back of your neck. He held the two ends between his clenched fists, tugging at them, using them to pull you towards him on your hands and knees, freeing you from your spot under his desk. Now you were exposed, risking anyone walking in, though you knew no one would. Cecil Stedman decided when people spoke to him, not the other way around. The same way as he decided when you would take a breath, or when you would switch techniques, or when you could stop. You were under his control, like everything else in the world. Another plate for him to spin.

As he leaned back in his chair, shifting his pants down further on his thighs and placing his hands on top of his head, you pressed forwards, easing yourself up and resting your palms on his knees. He was silent, taking the time to just appreciate your efforts as you bobbed your head up and down on his cock, hungrily, desperate to please him, wanting so bad to continue to do a good job for him. With one hand running over his head and through his long hair, he let the other hover over your shoulder, not wanting to push you any further, wanting to let you take control instead for these last few moments. He was close, and he wanted you to earn his load of your own accord.

You could coax it out of him, he was certain of that.

[finniestoncrane]

2.5k Event Request - Nick Valentine x Fem!Reader word count: 810 a/n: i know that whenever a human companion needs to rest, peepaw is right there with them regardless. so please enjoy this dirty little ficlet of nick exploring the joys of the "only one bed" trope cw: somnophilia (so dubcon), fingering, nipple teasing 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie2.5k (to follow or to block)

"Any time, detective. You can have me whenever you want."

Your words seemed to echo around the room, far more real than just a memory of that sweet night you'd shared together. They felt real, tangible, as though you were uttering them right then and there.

But you weren't, of course. You were sound asleep, laying beside him, crammed together in the only bed that was left in the shell of the house where you'd stopped for shelter. It was a problem that had only really come up when he'd taken you on as an assistant. Usually, he could rest himself, cool off the motors and reset his brain in solitude. Now he had to make sure there was space for two.

To make matters worse, or better depending on how you looked at it, he found himself feeling responsible for your comfort and safety. That's how it had happened before. Your pleading eyes, practically begging him to curl around you in the bed, to keep you safe, warm. Soft words that turned into laughter, sighs that led to a kiss. And after it all, when he'd thanked you for the attention, you'd uttered those words.

"You can have me whenever you want."

Did that really mean any time? As you shuffled next to him, your back arched, curving to fit the shape of his embrace, he felt himself sighing quietly. You'd seemed so keen to be with him, and while you had both been flirtatious in your professional relationship before, it felt deeper now. Was it a blanket statement of approval, though? Was he really free to have you whenever he desired?

Because right now, with your body at peace, chest rising and falling, minimal clothing to cover your soft, smooth skin, he definitely wanted you.

Of course, there was only one solution. He was a detective, so he would have to investigate, find out what the answer was to that question. And to do that, he would have to do some hands on field work.

Your body was covered, albeit sparsely, by his trench coat, and he lifted the makeshift blanket slowly and carefully, not wanting to rouse you out of your sleep just yet.

His already close proximity lent itself to the careful, almost sneaking way his fingers approached your body, his palm skirting over your hip in a gesture that could easily have been done in his sleep, not romantic or flirtatious at all. But the intention behind it had his bright pupils narrowing in focus as his left hand began to travel to up to your waist, tentatively shifting under the fabric of your shirt, and then around to your front.

The tips of his fingers, pads covered in greying, worn down synthetic skin, traced gently over your nipples, flicking over them slowly. He held his breath as your back arched slightly, your rear pressing into him and your hips splaying a little, giving him easier access to the rest of your body.

His degloved hand eased down the front of your underwear, stopping intermittently as you groaned and shifted beside him. With precision and expertise, the kind you'd watch him utilise to unlock doors and fiddle with his own wiring, the cool metal tips closed softly around your clit, pinching it delicately and rolling it between his skeletal fingers as you let out a soft moan.

For Nick, the most satisfying aspect of the night you had shared together before was seeing your own pleasure, written across your face, your mouth open, panting, whispering his name, and then screaming it. And while you might not be as vocal now, as you somehow still slept next to him, the gentle mumbles of appreciation and the way your breath had changed were enough.

That, and he was detecting a warmer texture than before. All the teasing of your clit had made you so wet, your slick collecting between your folds, spread over them as Nick dipped one of his digits inside of you.

"Mmmm... Nick..."

His name on your lips sounded better than anything else he'd heard before, and his eyes brightened for a moment before he closed them over, keeping it as dark as possible in case you might be disturbed from your sleep.

"Sh, sh, sh..."

He hesitated, but only for a moment, before he leaned in and placed a kiss at the back of your ear, soothing you, lulling you back to sleep. He might have been tempted to wake you up eventually, but where was the fun in that? The case would be solved, but the investigation would be cut short. And that was always the best part for him.

So, once you had settled back down, he kept shushing you, inserting his finger into you, warm and relaxed, and hoped you were at least dreaming of something pleasant, preferably of him.

[finniestoncrane]

2.5k Event Request - Arkham!Two Face x Fem!Reader word count: 750 a/n: oh what i would not give to sit down on harvey's lap and adjust myself around him, it might cure me cw: semi-public sex, covert sex in front of others, piv, kinda cockwarming 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie2.5k (to follow or to block)

You shuffled yourself on Harvey's lap, finding your balance as his hands curved around your hips and smoothed over your skirt, flattening the fabric against your sides and your thighs. Every movement you made had it riding up, threatening to expose you, and him, as he spoke to his staff.

In front of his desk, four men stood listening to his instructions, Harvey laying out their tasks for the evening, the plans for the heist, one simple enough that he wouldn't have to along. He was far too busy, with you obviously. And his men nodded, understanding, concentrating, taking everything in as they stood nervously in front of him.

Behind the desk, you were seated on his lap, legs on either side of his thighs. To most people, it would have seemed like a statement, of putting his love and affection on display, of showing you off. It could be read as a weakness, one that he didn't care about, letting everyone know how deeply he adored you, that he needed you with him, next to him, on him, at any given moment.

In truth, it was a game. A dirty little secret. One he enjoyed pushing you to the edge with.

You had to keep quiet, his status depended on him being taken seriously.

So you couldn't make a noise, not even as his cock twitched inside of you. His thick, stiff length throbbing against your walls as he subtly shifted his hips, wiggling you around, caressing the sides of your cunt as his fingers traced over the skin of your thighs.

No one knew. No one could see. You hoped no one could tell. But you understood the excitement that Harvey found in peeling off your panties just before calling his men through the door, pressing them to his face as he inhaled, then stuffing them into the front pocket of his suit jacket, a little bit of the fabric, lacy or silk or frilled, poking out as a hint to your secretive, but very public, activities.

"Where do you want us to go afterwards, boss? The safe house is still filled with the trucks from last night's take. We ain't been able to unload it yet."

"Fuck."

Harvey's whole body reacted to the news, the jam that meant he'd have to rethink everything. You let out a whimper as he moved, jutting his hips up, the tip of his cock deeper in you than before, thudding into your g-spot with little care. Luckily, you had bit down on your lip, stifling some of the sound. But not enough that it was entirely unnoticeable. As the men in the room began to look at the floor, uncertain of what they'd heard and desperately trying to pretend they hadn't heard anything at all, Harvey saved everyone the embarrassment and told them to leave.

But as relief set in for you, he spoke once more.

"Don't go anywhere though. Stay right outside that door. I just have to do some thinking... clear my head. Then I'll tell you what we're gonna do."

They got to leave, but you didn't. And neither would you have wanted to. It was your job, not to sit there and look pretty, but to give him something to squeeze, to hold, to take his stress out on.

From behind you, fingers trailing along your neck, Harvey's hand found your cheek, his thumb catching your bottom lip and pulling it down, a low growl emanating from his throat when you whined, a pleading mewl for him to keep going. Finally, after an hour of sitting on his lap, his cock soaking inside you as your arousal spread over his pants, he was finally giving you a little more.

Leaning your head back, he caught you in a clumsy kiss, his lips only reaching the corner of your mouth, tongue prodding out either way to lap at your skin, his free hand gripping your waist as he began to roll his hips and arch his back, pushing his cock into you.

As the friction of his length stroking against your walls soothed him, Harvey started to grunt, aggressive sounds harmonising with the soft moans and words of praise he spoke to you, all of them softening, silenced as your fingers fell onto his lips.

“Harvey… they’re just outside. They’ll hear…”

“As if they didn’t know anyway.”

You were sure they hadn’t, but it was impossible to argue with him. Especially when you were unable to form any words other than ‘please’ and ‘more’.

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2.5k Event Request - Egon Spengler x Fem!Reader word count: 875 a/n: listen, if i thought for a minute that egon was getting his jollies from spying on me after i'd showered i'd be putting on such a fuckin show ;-; cw: voyeurism, peeping, masturbation, handjobs, cmnf 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie2.5k (to follow or to block)

There was very little to do in the long hours between call-outs. It could get boring, and lonely. And while pornography had killed both of those little nuisances before, it was getting hard to satiate his growing lust for you by imagining your face on the bodies of the women on the screen or in his magazines.

And who was it really hurting, if you never found out? And you hadn't so far, not once of the many times he had snuck up to your room to satisfy his darker urges.

The floor creaked regardless of whether someone was walking over it, your door never quite closed which meant it could be pushed open just a crack, enough for him to see. It was an exercise in stealth, but one he was happy to risk for his pleasures.

The sound of the shower turning off, pipes clunking as they relaxed, signalled his cue. The others were clueless, not caring much what he was up to as they assumed it was always something deeply scientific, and therefor, more often than not, boring. It meant none of them paid attention to Egon as he took long strides to quickly make it to the hallway outside of your room, set apart from the barracks he slept in with the others.

Pushing the door open slowly, carefully, he was pleased to see he was just in time to see you drop the towel, exposing your back to him, water dripping down your spine and curving over your rear. His fingers quietly unzipped his fly, hand diving in under the fabric to palm at his cock. He wished he could relish the view, but you were so quick usually. There was little time to enjoy the show, so he pushed into his underwear and began pumping at his stiffening cock.

As his palm slicked up the shaft, you bent over suddenly, legs spreading enough to give him a perfect view of your cunt, open, exposed. The sight of you in that position was a first, and a whimper of arousal trickled out of his open mouth. Hearing the sound, you whipped your head towards the source, walking towards the door, body jiggling in a way that only made him harder, impossible to move in time to hide.

You'd caught him in the act. Standing there, eyes unblinking behind the lenses of his round glasses, usually pale cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

"Well? Do you have an excuse? Or are you going to stand there in stunned silence?"

That was exactly what he did.

"Wow. Egon Spengler, lost for words. I never thought I'd see the day. You know, you could have said you were studying me, or observing me. It wouldn't have been ok, but it would have at least been funny."

You were enjoying this a lot more than you should, but there was something deeply flattering about it. And knowing he had a thing for you, the way you had one for him, felt like a win, regardless of how creepy he might have revealed himself to be. In fact, the little bit of creep, the nasty, devious nature of the act, only made him more attractive, and you felt your morals falling to the side as you caught a glimpse at his still hard cock pushing against the front of his pants.

"Well... are you going to keep going? Or are you too shy now?"

He swallowed the lump that had collected in his throat, nerves and saliva and fear falling to the pit of his stomach with the audible gulp.

"A little bit pathetic, Egon. The things you've seen, and you're scared of me?"

You took a few steps towards him, watching his eyes widen and his pupils growing darker.

"I'd like you out of my room, please. But I'm not cruel. You can finish first."

Egon opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He was caught in confusion, not enitrely sure what you were suggesting, or at least not wanting to believe the scenario playing out before him, which felt too good to be true.

"I suppose I'll have to do that for you then, will I?"

From where you stood, a few steps from him, you reached your arm out and ran your palm along the tent at the front of his pants, biting your lip to stop from smirking at the soft whine that trembled out of his open mouth.

He looked terrified, but eager, as he bucked his hips towards your toucch. Deciding to lessen the threat, you dropped to your knees, offering him a bit of dominance, if only suggested, as you reached into his open fly and pulled out his cock.

Curling your fingers around his long length, you let out a soft giggle, eyes flicking upwards to catch his as he stared unblinking at you, unsure of how to take what was happening. It could have been a trap, and he was smart enough to not trust anyone at first glance. But your touch was soft, inviting, and the way your lips parted in a satisfied moan was enough to have him relaxing into your grip, running his fingers through his thick curls as his knees began to buckle.

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2.5k Event Request - Arkham!Scarecrow x Fem!Reader word count: 715 a/n: what is the point of having a big soft open maw if you can't clamp that thing down on a hole and start sucking like your life depended on it? cw: oral sex, so much pussy eating like it's literally just that, possessive/needy behaviour 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie2.5k (to follow or to block)

Jonathan's breath was warm against your skin, heating your inner thighs where his cold, clammy hands had once been pressed, fingers digging into the ample flesh before he pushed your legs open, spreading them apart. He pulled back the hood of his jacket, freeing him to bury his face between your chubby thighs, to feel your warm, skin against his cheeks, to be as close to you as possible.

And then he moaned. Inhaling your scent, the vibrations of the sound leaving his throat seeming to travel through the air, breath tickling you, heart thudding as you waited patiently.

His tongue pressed out over his ragged lips, pushing past the strands of thread that held his skin together. Pointed and firm, he parted your folds with the muscle, long laps following as he teased your cunt, coating it in his saliva as he drooled almost uncontrollably. Taste buds triggered, senses heightened as he took you in.

Once he was satisfied that every bit of you had been licked once over, he pointed his tongue once more, flitting from side to side over the folds that lined your entrance, prodding inside of you. With his tongue buried deep, he sucked and moaned, catching the taste of you all the way at the back of his throat.

Pleasures of the flesh were almost unknown to him before meeting you. His body only brought pain, reminded him of the cruelty of others. Yours was sweet and soft, giving him a reason to worship, to enjoy. It gave his own body a purpose other than suffering or violence.

Noting that those thoughts were lingering, he pulled back to share them with you.

"You taste sweet, divine. Like a direct hit to the adrenal glands."

It felt romantic enough, more of a confession than he intended it to be. And yet, there was so much more he wanted to say. Like how he loved smearing your slick over his mouth, having you drip down his chin. How your delicious cunt felt like a source of power to him, a Lazarus pit in it's own right with the way it seemed to breathe life into him.

And how you always felt like you were his. Only his.

Spreading his fingers apart into a 'v', he placed them against you, holding your folds apart and leaning in before he stopped, looking up at you with his clouded, milky eyes.

"This belongs to me, yes?"

"Yes."

"Who does it belong to?"

"You, Jonathan."

"Mine. All mine. Something that can't be taken."

Diving back in, he clamped his lips around your plump mound, tongue angled so he could swirl it around your clit, teasing the sensitive bud with his chipped teeth. Resting his forehead on your abdomen, he sank what was left of the damaged bridge of his nose into the soft, cushiony fat as he pushed his face further into you. He shifted it from side to side, rubbing into you, covering himself in your slick, your scent.

His hands reached up to grab at your stomach, fingers digging into you as he held you tight. The ragged, blackened nails created little, uneven semi-circles in your skin, holding you, jiggling you as he kneaded the flesh like a cat trying to find comfort in a lap. His hold on you was so needy, so demanding, so possessive, like he was attempting to keep you there. As though he thought you would ever think of going anywhere, of being anywhere but right there.

With his lips suctioned around yours, he collected your folds into his mouth, sucking hard and long, letting them go with a lewd, loud smacking sound before collecting them again, the action punctuated by his repetition. A sermon, a testament to his own needs and demands.

"Mine... mine... mine..."

The only other sounds, apart from your own pleasured moans, were his whimpers, his gasps, the groans of satisfaction, akin to someone finishing a gourmet meal, full of delight.

With his fingers soaked in your juices, he ran them along your thighs, skin glistening as he wet it, his face still buried intently between your legs with no sign of him stopping. Ragged breaths, shuddering groans, told you that despite running low on energy, Jonathan was far from ready to give you up.

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2.5k Event Request - Gotham!Riddler x Fem!Reader word count: 780 a/n: good GOD an excuse to write soft eddie in that transition between goober and... violent goober lmao i think he needs to fuck the anger out of hi cw: degradation, rough sex, bruising, forceful, lil bit of choking 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie2.5k (to follow or to block)

The seemingly sweet and usually placid Edward that you knew was long gone by the time he had begun to bottom out inside of you. His hands, the same ones that nervously fidgeted with his glasses and felt clammy the moment you touched them were now gripping your waist, pulling you down onto him as he fucked you senseless with a reckless abandon you hadn’t thought possible of him.

But there was a lot on his mind, a lot of tension to rid himself of, and he was apparently using you as the method of relief. A stress ball, there to take his aggression, his cruel words, the hatred he felt for you and the rest of your colleagues, all sinking into you, as deep as his cock.

“That’s right… you’ll take it hng I knew you… wanted it… Too ashamed ah… ah… to admit it in front of the others? God… A shameful little whore, hm?”

And to think you’d only agreed to a date on a whim, unsure of how it might affect your standings in the food pyramid that was the GCPD. Finally agreeing to a date with Edward Nygma if only to stop him from hovering around your desk, causing the others to whisper and point. It felt cruel to you, but it deflected some of the same cruelty from yourself. Under normal circumstances, his awkward mannerisms and neat appearance would draw you in, but the threat of becoming the focus of the adult bullies of your workplace had kept you distanced from him.

Now, you realised what you had been missing as you stared up at his face, teeth biting down on his lip before gritting together. Flecks of saliva foaming from between them, landing on his lips and your cheeks as he seethed. His well-kept hair falling down in front of his face as his movements grew wilder, faster, harder.

You might have been the object of his affections, but you were still another in a long line of people who refused to take him seriously, despite his obvious, at least to him, superiority. And while he’d been nervous at first, hands lingering on your waist as you pulled him into a kiss, he’d loosened up. Now he was quite happy to let you know exactly how he felt, his words punctuated by grunts as he thrust his hips into you.

“I’m better than you. I’m better than them all! You should be thanking me! You should have been the one begging for my attention.”

Where his fingers dug into your skin, you could feel the telltale signs of bruises forming. A dull, sweet ache that warmed your core, only heightened when one hand broke free and reached for your cheek. He cupped it, palm sweaty and hot, before he let his fingers slide down to your throat, stroking along the front of it, a threatening movement that had your breath catching as you waited for what you hoped was coming.

And then his slender, surprisingly strong fingers tensed around your neck, choking you, a strangled moan escaping with the last of your breath.

His glasses slid down his nose, and with his eyes no longer shielded by the glare on the lens, you could see deep into them, the pain, the anger, the lust. All of it accompanied by the self-satisfied and smug sneer that crossed his lips.

“I thought you’d be filthy… a little bit naughtier than I could even imagine. But you’re downright disgusting.”

His cock was buried deep inside of you, barely moving as he refused to shift backwards, only rutting into you, his head tapping against your g-spot, filling you and stretching you.

“You do like this, don’t you?”

You nodded, unable to speak, only just managing to catch your breath.

“Use your words, come on. You’re not that stupid.”

Struggling to push any sound out, you were pathetically grateful when he eased up a little, lifting his fingers to admire the red marks that were forming on your skin.

“I like this.”

“Of course you do. Everyone wants someone to take charge. Someone better than them. Eventually, you’ll just be one of hundreds that will take me for who I really am. But you’re lucky right now. You’re… special, in a way.”

His cock twitched inside of you, throbbing with arousal at his own egomaniacal praise.

“Well… the polite thing to do would be to thank me.”

“Th-thank you?”

That genial, sweet smile you were familiar with appeared once more, genuinely warmed by the appreciation he was so desperate for, the kind he never got, before he began thrusting once more in his quest to ruin you.

“You’re very welcome.”

[finniestoncrane]

2.5k Event Request - Cooper Howard x Fem!Reader word count: 800 a/n: hi hello i am insane for tickling, it's such a sweet, soft, giggly activity and it also involves a bit of teasing and mischief, so it has cooper's name all over it!! cw: tickling, soft affection, soothing/comforting, fluff, rope bondage, teasing 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie2.5k (to follow or to block)

"What's the matter, darlin'? Aside from the plethora of obvious factors that've got that pretty face lookin' so forlorn."

Cooper saddled up beside you on the worn and filthy mattress, his hands clasped in his lap as he tried to think of the next steps. Comforting people didn't come as easy to him these days, not for some time, but for you he was willing to try. Even if it meant making a few mistakes.

Breaking his fingers apart, he slammed one hand down hard against your shoulder, a gesture that was supposed to shake you out of your slump, but instead brought a small radiating pain over your skin.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"Sorry, sweetheart. Just tryin' to cheer you up a little."

"And you thought that was the way to do it?"

"A little physical comfort is usually the thing to cure what ails ya."

He smirked, winking one of his deep set eyes as you rolled yours.

"Yeah, well I'm not really in the mood for that kind of comfort. Are you capable of laying your hands on someone without the intent of hurting them?"

While you wouldn't have minded some of Cooper's usual method of physical affection, you needed something more gentle. Something a bit less wild than what he offered most of the time. Even though the knot in your stomach began to coil as he lifted your shirt off, exposing your torso to the chill of the room.

"Oh, suddenly you don't like it when I'm rough and you get a little bruised?"

"Not that I don't like it. But it would be nice to see a different side to you. Something a bit… softer?"

"Is that so, little lady?"

He tipped his hat up, offering you a clearer view of his face as he stood up. Echoes the chivalrous cowboy he once was were still present, but he was the same mischievous fiend you'd fallen for in the Wasteland. This was only emphasised as he held out a length of rope between his hands, raising an eyebrow at you as he waited for you to accept his unspoken offer.

"This is your idea of softer?"

"Trust me."

You did trust him, so you brought your wrists together out in front of you and let Cooper tie them together, watching carefully as he stood back to admire the knot Then, with his palms placed gently on your shoulders this time, he eased you backwards until you were laying down, his fingers hooked under the rope to guide your arms upwards, resting over your head.

Resting beside you, Cooper began to stroke your neck, his fingers dancing delicately over your skin as you began to squirm, pleasantly surprised by how gentle he was being and how nice it felt to have him caress you so lovingly.

"There it is, that beautiful smile. Couldn't have slept right if I'd known you weren't wearing it."

Your grin widened in response, opening into a gasp as he began kissing your throat, following your sternum down until his face was between your breasts. And with his hands now tickling your arms, fingers moving up and down slowly, he pursed his lips and blew soft, warm air across your nipples. As he watched them harden in response to the tingle of arousal, Cooper reached down to the side of the bed, fumbling around in the cabinet. When he found what he was looking for, he held it out triumphantly.

"Knew I saw it earlier. Might seem like some mangy old feather duster, but you ain't seen what I can do with one of them yet."

Cooper's laugh echoed yours, deeper and darker than your light giggle as he kissed over your stomach. His free hand lifted the duster, feathered ends still surprisingly soft, and he ran it up your thigh, groaning as you twitched when it passed over a particularly sensitive area.

Each time your hands lifted off the mattress, he gently pushed them back down, tutting slightly before kissing you again, your cheek, your arm, your hip. And when the hand was free, when he was sure you were keeping yourself in check, he tucked his fingers below the waistband of your underwear, tugging them down and tossing them to the floor. Then, with his palm pressed between your thighs, he spread your legs open, biting his lip as he watched your folds part, your cunt wet and waiting.

Your back arched off the mattress as he ran the duster up your inner thigh, his own body reacting to your wanton display of desire, the sound of your laughter as he let the soft, tickling tendrils of his tool flit over your delicate, soothed skin. He wanted you, but he could wait. Seeing you smile was enough to tide him over for now.