#finnie3k

cecil is 100% into making sure he has the perfect partner

perfectly submissive, because let's be honest he's sick of working with people who question and disobey him

so in order to make sure you can behave exactly as he wants, he's developed a sort of... training for you

like puppy classes!! only a little bit harsher, except would you believe he is surprisingly loose and free with the praise? he gets a kick out of seeing you blushing and beaming with pride

you'll get a pretty collar to wear, complete with a tag to remind yourself of who owns you. it all helps to keep him in control

whether it's a shock collar or not depends on how well you can follow instructions

you'll learn to roll over, to speak when he asks you to, to come when you're asked, to do little tricks to please him

and he can make sure you're going to be his and do what he says and what he wants

a lot of your day will be spent under his desk, sitting patiently at his feet before he gives you a rough command

tugging at the collar or lead to bring you closer to him

"open your mouth" "up on your knees" "slower..." "very good"

it's not all about him though, he's more than willing to throw you a bone, give you a treat for being the perfect little pet for him

but you will have to get on your knees and beg for it

Cooper's gloved hand skimmed over your cheek, easing up on the pressure he intended to place there when you flinched at the movement.

"Easy, easy girl..." All the cowboy charm thickened his words, his voice low and steady as though he were approaching you in a stable. "You think I'm going to hit you?"

You couldn't answer, too focused on what he'd asked from you, mouth full and unwilling to stop. Why risk it? And so he continued after a beat's pause, not wanting to leave the room silent, deprive you from his sweet, rasping whispers.

"'Course not, especially if you keep up the good work."

Even though your mouth was busy, your cheeks hollowed as you sucked around his cock, you could feel a smile forming. A compliment, confirmation you were doing exactly as he asked, that he appreciated your efforts. A win-win. Praise for your actions, and your actions enough to have your thigh muscles tightening, damp forming in your underwear as you tasted his skin and his precum on your tongue.

"I know we're in the desert, water's a rare commodity. But you think you could lube this up a little?"

The drool collecting in your mouth spilled over your lips and you gasped to take in as much air as possible before returning to the repetitive motion of bobbing your head up and down between his thighs. Four of five taps of his head on the back of your throat, mouth suppressing each gag ineffectively, and he whispered again.

"Atta girl. One more, c'mon."

Another moment to suck your cheeks, collecting your saliva on your tongue, letting it drip down in a long, messy strand of clear liquid and white bubbles, touching the tip of his cock and eliciting a shiver from him as it coated the flushed pink of his head.

"Hoo yeah. That is the stuff."

It made the work more sloppy, uncoordinated with your fast palm as you stroked his cock, other hand firm on his balls as your lips puckered and relaxed against him.

"We got all day to be doing this, and I could go on for much longer... why don't you slow up, huh?"

The mission had turned a little bit sour. It wasn't a fun jaunt in the back streets of some poor city that was unluckily chosen as the location for the extraction of the target. Now it was bombs and bullets and blasts. And somehow, even over all of that noise, you could hear him, Alex, shouting out something, but what it was, you couldn't quite make out.

"What!?"

"Oh my god, I said..."

You could hear the impatience, the irritation, in Phosphorus' voice, already angered at the situation you found yourselves in, but more so at the fact that you couldn't make out what he was saying.

He sent several quick punches towards the man taking up his attention on the other side of the road, sending him hurtling towards the wall, the front of his body sizzling and smoking, burnt and cauterised all at once.

"I said that-"

Another explosion to the side, no doubt either the end of, or the cause of, one of your squad mates.

"What!?"

"It-"

Much to his dismay, the good doctor was interrupted once more as one of the soldiers from whatever private army was protecting the target jumped in front of you, aiming their weapon towards your forehead.

But he didn't quite have time to line up the shot, because Phosphorus was behind him swiftly. His hands gripped the sides of your assailants head, pushing through them like a hot knife through butter until they met in the middle of the blood and gore and brain matter in a mockery of prayer. Then he dropped his shoulders, palms by his side before rolling his eyes and sighing.

"Doesn't matter now. I was making a joke. It was of the moment."

You watched as the sludge of red pulp dripped from his fingers before you could find it in yourself to speak.

"Is it kind of weird that I thought that was super hot?"

"Yeah... that is weird. You're weird. But that's why I love you."

"You... what?"

"I mean, uh... Nah, it's... I love you. Who else would still be interested in hearing my stupid joke after all that?"

"Not many people, I guess."

"Exactly!"

his main method of flirting, or at least hinting to you that he's ~in the mood~ is being cruel

like a fuckin kid, i swear, bullying you so you'll try to play fight with him, if not take a knife to his throat (which he would also be absolutely 100% ok with)

but it comes into play a Iot during sex, that kind of cruel taunting, more than teasing, the kind that hits hard in your chest

dominating you in a very physical sense, standing over you, keeping you in your place

reminding you of how much better he is than you, before getting to the real focus, which is how much worse you are than him

it keeps you there, keeps you with him, that gentle reminder of how pathetic you seem, how worthless you really are to him in any capacity

making sure you know that you better make it up to him, or else you'll wind up like everyone else

those disappointments to humanity, wiped out entirely

and any single moment of wekaness displayed while he takes you down will be mocked relentlessly

the focal point of his degrading lectures

watching you, humiliated, licking his patent leather boots to try and get the shine on them he's demanding

grinding yourself against his leg without making eye contact, because you don't deserve that

making sure you're just as pitiful and desperate as he knows you are always

but the nice thing is that he's only letting that out now, so he can spend the rest of his time appreciating you, so you know his aftercare is insane

"Wait... Wait... wait wait wait wait wait... Say that again."

George's fingers were buried deep in the flesh of your thighs as he tried to get you to stop moving. Your body was slow to respond at first, still wrapped up in the fog of fucked him, of riding his cock, straddling his waist with your palms against his chest for support. But eventually you came to a stop when you noticed his counter-movements of frantic pumping interspersed with groping your body, had come to a halt of their own.

"What? Say what again?"

"The- The thing! What you just said! I moved my hips a little like you asked so you could feel me a bit deeper, and then you said..."

You racked your brain, playing over the past few moments, although everything admittedly was a bit of a blur since George had pushed himself up to the hilt inside of you, long and thick enough that you imagined he do some serious damage with just a little bit of effort on his part. Your vision had blackened around the edges, muscles tightening and stretching, blood rushing loudly in your ears as he filled you.

"Oh! Ooooh."

With a soft smile, you leaned over him, placing your hands on either side of his face, feeling his facial hair against your palms as you held him tight.

"Good boy?"

His eyes closed and he leaned his head back slightly, exposing his neck, slender and tattooed, tendons tensing as he strained in pleasure.

"You are a good boy, Digs. You're my good boy."

"F-fuck."

Still completely still, not wanting to disturb this moment he seemed to need so badly, you continued.

"You're amazing, George. Hot, strong, funny, and super smart."

His cock twitched against your walls with each word, a surge of pleasure coursing through you each time it moved.

"I'm so lucky that I get to have your attention, and so lucky to have your big, thick, impressive cock buried all the way-"

"Oh-oh shit!"

No friction needed, it seemed, your words had been enough to send him ove the edge, the warmth of his seed spilling into you and trickling out as he shifted slightly in response to his surprise orgasm.

"Sorry, love, I just-"

With a smile, you eased towards him and pressed a kiss to his forehead, clammy from the exertion and the reddening blush that covered most of his freckled face.

"Don't be. I think you needed that. I'll keep it in mind. You deserve all the praise I can give you."

With no regard for the mess you both had made, you slid off of him with a soft moan, laying down beside him with your arms around his torso. His own arms were wrapping around you too, pulling you into a tight side hug as he sighed contentedly.

"Well, aren't you just the best fucking thing since fairy bread, eh?"

In response to your laughter, he pinched your side playfully, smiling at the giggle you let out.

Eddie's hands hovered over your skin, not quite touching, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from you however. It was just flesh. Skin, fat, muscle, nothing different to any other part of any other human body. But somehow it still was. It was yours. Those were your breasts. A part of you he'd only dreamed of seeing before, now you were exposed in front of him, offering him the chance to touch you. It was all too much.

"You can touch them, Eddie. Promise, it's ok. I want you to."

"Uh... Th-thank you. But. Maybe. Maybe silence would help. If you say things like that, that you want me to... Ah... I just..."

You understood. He was already flustered, already drooling and sweating. Maybe a little bit of sweet talk would push him over the edge into a fainting spell. But he had to move a little bit faster. This was tortuous, waiting for him to finally make his move. The teasing, the way he was so close and yet so far, was driving you mad. For the last ten minutes you'd been standing with your thighs pressed together, desperate for him to just grab you. If you waited any longer...

Taking control, you grabbed his wrist and brought his hand to you, palm coasting over your erect nipple, fingers immediately settling against the curve of them against your chest, his breath caught in his throat in a complete panic. And when he finally found his words, he stammered over them.

"N-now what?"

"Now you can do whatever you want, Eddie."

He whimpered, his whole body shuddering with an exhale that was clearly him trying to calm his nerves and concentrate on the task, quite literally, at hand.

"Well, I've never... do I just...?"

You took his chin in your own palm, directing his gaze to yours.

"Eddie, seriously. You can do whatever you want. I'm yours."

"Oh..."

His voice trailed off into a groan that rumbled through his slender torso. He was still unsure of what he was supposed to be doing, but maybe you weren't all that bothered about that. Maybe, he thought, you were really just happy for him to play with you, however felt natural to him.

At first, he grabbed at you, his hands on your chest, gripping whatever of you he could collect. He squeezed, jiggled, cupped and pushed against your breasts, moaning under his rbeath the entire time. And then he let his thumb flit ovr your nipples, hard already, but stiffening at the attention he gave them. The way you reacted to the touch enticed him, and soon he was flicking them with both fingers, watching you bite your lip, collecting saliva in his mouth as he drooled at the idea of how you might taste.

And before he knew it, he was teasing them between his thumb and finger, pulling them out, watching how you hissed and cooed with each pull, each release of tension.

"God, Eddie, that feels so good... Just like that... little bit harder... fuck... you're good... Ah!"

You let out a squeal in response to the pain, the tight pinch of his fingers against your sensitive nipples, moaning in relief when he released them with a gasp.

"Oh! Oh... Oh, oh... oh no... Oh no! Oh no oh no oh no, I am so sorry, I..."

He lifted his hands away, trying to cover himself, an evident stain forming at the front of his pants. It had you blushing, to think a little bit of praise, a minute or two with your bare chest, and you could have him spilling all over himself. Flattering, really, and very adorable.

"Don't be sorry, Eddie."

"I am though! For... for that, for embarrassing myself. And for hurting you."

"Oh! Don't be silly! I liked it, Eddie. I like the pain, it feels sweet. Good."

"Wow."

"And your fingers are perfect for it. You're perfect."

he finds himself rubbing against you without even realising it most of the time

it's almost like it soothes him, keeps him calm for his work

so much so that he's at the point where he asks you to sit, stand, lean, bend over in front of him just so he can rub himself against you as he peers out the scope

it helps him focus if he has something else to concentrate on, something to put all his adrenaline into

fingers on the trigger, his hips bucking into you, cock stiff against the fabric of his underwear, his pants, and through your layers too

it's a comon occurrence, just something he does out of habit almost

but that means he's grown pretty comfortable with his show of affection and now he finds himself doing it whenever he can

rutting against your leg like a dog in heat, feeling the friction from your body, firm against his erection

the almost naive, innocent way he rubs himself into you, like a clumsy, much younger man than he is now

and the teasing pain of not feeling your skin against his, something delicious about holding back, about denying himself that pleasure

while still pleasuring himself with the pressure of his cock being held tight in his pants, bouncing against your body as he humps

still just as vocal as he would be if he were buried deep inside of you, but far more pathetic

adorable, pitiful whines as he strains to find the release, begging for it as he knows it'll take longer to get to with the constraints of the situation

relishing in the mess he makes in his own clothes as he finally cums, body still jerking a little, humping the air after he's moved from you

bane is obsessed with the idea of making you his

it's not that he ever would want to actually impregnate you, he's way too busy and frankly, he can't imagine his sperm actually still work after prolonged venom use

but the idea of trapping you with him? of making you his partner, parenting something together, tied together through it? delicious

there's part of him that is soothed by the idea of having a family, of course, given his trauma

but none of that ever really factors into it when he's fucking you bareback

it's all about the raw, intimate pleasure of being inside of you

the feeling of just you, as close as he can get to you

of telling you how good you would be as the bearer of his children, how perfect your body is for taking him and his seed, how worthy you are of carrying on his line

making sure you know how good you make him feel, skin against skin, stretching your entrance, tight against his ridged cock

there's no way you can take all of him though, especially given what a tight squeeze it is already with the size of him

but his load is huge, thick, warm, the literal definition of a cream pie

but rest assured that even as he's spilling and bursting out of you, his cum dripping over your skin