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Smoke Them All

Pairing: Cooper Howard/F!Reader

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Summary: Not content with the litany of bruises and bite marks which he has littered across your skin, Cooper decides on something a little more permanent. (2.2k words)

(tw for: spanking, rough play, branding, fingering, orgasm, pain kink, dom/sub dynamics, subspace, allusions to cannibalism, cum eating, mild aftercare)

You hear the swish of his hand as it arcs through the air a split moment before the connecting smack rings out loudly and fresh fire flares in your unprotected ass.

"That's eight, little killer." Cooper muses as his open palm comes to settle against your skin, the flesh feeling raw and heated due to his vicious strikes, and his fingers trace the unseen outlines of his hand prints as they litter your ass. "You're almost warmed up for the main event."

Anxiety laced with a wicked arousal floods your groin, your cunt feeling slippery and neglected as you consider the small metal brand which sits in the nearby fire - the end balanced where the fire was at it hottest to ensure a clean imprint.

The brand had been his idea, a casual and sleazy comment given life by your own curiosity, but the spanking was just an added boon and Cooper was never one to deny himself the chance to dole out a little bit of good ol' fashioned discipline when the mood suited him.

So here you were, braced over his lap as the evening moon shone high in the sky. The surrounding area was dead of life, raiders and monsters having been long snuffed out, and any potential new onlookers had been provided their chance to scarper at the presence of the infamous ghoul. It was luck that the night air wasn't too chilled, not that it would have made a difference to either of you as you set about your combined goal.

The first few strikes had been pretty manageable as Cooper targeted different parts of your ass, quickly and efficiently trying to cover and redden up as much skin as possible while his other hand pinned your lower back to his knees. His tattered jacket flared out from behind him, the ratty ends touching the ground just beside your own fingers as you pressed them against the ground to keep balance.

Cooper, however, hadn't been as impressed with your easy management of his punishment.

C'mon now, little songbird, I want to hear that lovely voice.

And his efforts had quickly doubled as he brought his hand down with much more violence, the next two strikes coming in rapid succession as they glanced off the fullest part of your ass and stole the breath from your lungs. It was like being struck by metal. Hard. Unforgiving. And so fucking good.

He got the reaction he wanted as your playful groans dissolved into pathetic squeals when his fingers groped at the stinging flesh, your knees pulling together as you smeared the growing wetness that was developing between your thighs. The following hits were much the same, his accurate hand having targeted the same patch of skin until you could feel the heat buzzing free of the abused flesh as small whimpers stole from your throat freely.

"You're lucky I ain't using my belt, darling." Cooper growls as he disrupts your thoughts, tugging at your hair to force your head back enough to gaze up at him. "Cause the welts that leaves would paint you purple for a week and give you a harsh reminder of it every time that fine ass wanted to sit down anywhere."

"Yes, sir." Fumbling over the words, your fingers scratch against the dirt of the ground as your cunt feels swollen and painfully abandoned. You swear you could feel yourself dripping with mess but since he hadn't commented on it yet, maybe not.

"Might even use the buckle." Your scalp burns from his rough grasp and the extension of your neck makes breathing difficult as he continues. "Let it tear strips off you until you're a sobbing mess just crying out and begging for me to let up on you. You want that?"

Rubbing your thighs together at the open threat, you gasp and whine under his grip. From this position, you are barely able to make out his expression as your vision is also limited by the unshed tears which gather in your eyes, vision blurring due to the pain and frustration.

"N-no, sir."

"Good answer, darlin', cause i don't want to delay the next part any longer than we need to. You think you're ready for it?"

His hand releases your head and you nod frantically as fear lances your heart. A little masochism was fine by you, hot as fuck actually as it made the pleasure all the sweeter, but the brand would hurt like hell. Your heart beating a messy tune in your chest, your breath stutters as you feel him leaning over you to snatch up the brand from the fire.

"You gonna lie there like a good girl while I fix and mark you up? Hmm?" Cooper asked, his hand spreading your ass as textured fingers roll over the area he intends to mark on your right ass cheek. "I've got the rope ready to go if you can't hold still and let me make a clean print."

"Do it, Cooper." You gasp out, body shaking with anticipation as your eyes squeeze shut, preparing for the hurt to come as your hands visibly shake against the dusty ground. "Make me yours. Only yours. Make it so that everyone in the wastelands can see who the fuck they're messing with if they mess with me."

"Language." Tutting his disapproval with a playful hypocrisy, the rough excitement in his voice speaks of just how eager he was for you to have this mark. Well, that and the way that his cock remains pressing between you, the rock-hard length digging into your stomach with every slight movement as he speaks again.

"After this you're mine. Anyone else touches you then I take their throat. No mercy."

"No mercy." You repeat, almost a hypnotic babble as your breathing grows more and more erratic and anxious.

"I don't claim much in the wastelands, darlin', so you be good to me and I'll make sure that you never get the chance to forget what it means, you hear?"

"Goddamn, Cooper. Just do it! Mark me, brand me, give me something. Just- FUCK!"

It was nothing compared to the previous spanking.

The pain is indescribable as the metal presses harshly against your skin, searing his initials into the reddened flesh of your ass. You bury your scream in your forearm, tasting blood as your teeth clamp together roughly around your own flesh, and it's only his hand - hard as steel and twice as unforgiving - which prevents you from bucking in place to avoid the horrid pain.

Darkness dances in your vision for a moment as a genuine fear that you're going to pass out clenches your heart but it sweeps through rapidly, leaving you teetering on the edge of consciousness for only a few seconds.

You don't feel the brand pull free as the metal essentially kills off your nerve endings, the damage welcome as it dulls the initial shock. Rather, the initial sear is quick to settle into a vicious pain which is more like a deep, heated ache that sits beneath your skin.

"Cooper." You howl, fingers scrambling against his closet leg as you desperately seek something to cling onto as a wave of nausea rolls through your stomach. "Hurts."

Violently sobbing at the residual ache, you remain pinned in place as his free hand audibly drops the brand to the sandy floor before his fingers return to your ass. You can't feel him ghosting his digits along the wound but you're fairly certain that's what he's doing as a rumble of approval slips free of his chest.

"I know it hurts like a motherfucker." Cooper exhales, his roughened voice holding a giddiness as he watches you struggle to keep control of yourself. "But you did so well, girlie. Took it better than most would and I think that deserves a reward."

His fingers follow the curve of your ass to drop and press insistently at your hole - two digits sinking deep as they quickly provide a little relief to the aching neglect which your cunt was experiencing.

Audibly delighted with his markings, Cooper's tone is as predatory as ever as he slowly pumps his fingers into your cunt - following a pattern he knows drives you wild as he continues.

"Smells good too. Ain't gonna lie. Wish I'd taken a strip for myself before I burned it away."

Shivering at that, you moan out something that may have been an encouragement or a denial - your brain too fuzzy to make sense of it as his textured fingers rub along your walls.

"Coop-Cooper." You stutter out his name, sharp breaths feeling hot in your lungs as the adrenaline flushing through your veins - made all the worse by the dual sensations of dull pain and growing pleasure which wracked your lower half - causes a light-headedness which leaves you slack against his knees. "Touch me more. Make the pain go away."

"Can't make it go away, sweetheart. But I can make you forget about it for a minute or two."

With two fingers still curled within you, his thumb slides up your slickened folds until it grazes your clit. Body tensing, you sigh and groan as he teases the sensitive nub by gently circling his thumb across it. It didn't help that the leathered skin was so much rougher than a typical man's and the added sensation of it was enough to make you forget the burn of your ass as you focus on it.

His fingers are skilled and he is quick to target all those sweet, wicked little spots that make your mouth dry and your soaked cunt clench around his probing digits; that bastard thumb of his never letting up its teasing pressure on your clit as he strokes along the engorged nub with a lazy enjoyment. Adrenaline making every nerve feel heightened, your earlier neglect and enjoyment of his hand bring you close to the edge with an embarrassing speed.

"Such a tight little thing." Cooper grunts, his groin grinding against your stomach lightly as he plays you like a fiddle while taking care not to damage the fresh brand. "Can barely get my fingers out with you gripping at them like this. You'd have thought by now I'd have loosened you up at least a little."

Unable to speak, your reply is a mess of jerking nods and gasping pants. But he seemed to catch the jist of your agreement and it causes a low chuckle to rumble through his body.

Slipping a third finger in, the added stretch was all it took to have your toes curling against the air as the building tension in your body snapped into rolling waves of pleasure. Your cunt clenches around his fingers, pulling them deeper as they continue to rub against your sweet spot, drawing your orgasm out until your limbs felt tight and your throat started to burn from the constant whining and pleas that trickle free of it.

Shuddering and feeling faint, you lay limply against his knees, feet touching the ground as you actively fight the euphoric nausea which makes your body feel light and far off. It was too much and instead of facing the aches and pleasures, you allow the weariness to slip within your very bones.

A lurid suckling noise makes your head turn up to the side and you catch the sight of Cooper pulling his fingers free of his mouth, the digits slickened by both your mess and his spit as he messily cleans them off.

"Sweet as honey. Ain't nothing like it." He mutters, mostly to himself, before tilting his head down to meet your eye. "You alright down there? Not gonna pass out on me are you?"

Sighing out as darkness touches at the edge of your vision, you give him a soft smile - bottom lip only slightly trembling as you answer. "Sleepy."

He's surprisingly careful as he picks you up with his impressive strength, hands wrapping around your upper body to right you to your feet - shaking legs barely able to hold even your limited weight - before he deposits you in his lap. Angling your body atop his so that the pressure of your ass on his lap is far away from the fresh brand, your head presses against his clothed chest and you inhale the coppery scent that clings to him like it was a lifeline.

"Then sleep and I'll keep the beasts at bay."

Cooper speaks lowly, the words washing over you skin like a soothing blanket. "Here." His hands wrap the edges of his leather jacket around your sides, the material not enough to cover you completely - not even close - but you appreciate the gesture regardless.

In the warm night air, your thighs coated in the mess of your release and your ass throbbing will a dull ache that was going nowhere any time soon, you focus on the interesting sounds which roll through Cooper's chest as you press your ear against his frayed shirt and allow fatigue to finally claim you.

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acapelladitty · 10 hours

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Could you write something steamy with reader and either edward or scarecrow from arkham knight? Nothing specific, go wild👀

Love your works, btw

Greasing The Wheels (fic)

Pairing: Riddler/Reader/Scarecrow

Word Count: 4.2k

(warnings: threesome, rough oral sex, spitroasting, choking, mild painplay, bdsm elements, needleplay, exhibitionism)

Whatever negotiations had taken place regarding their roles and promises to the plans of the other were privy to themselves and themselves alone but your role in the proceeding had been made explicitly clear by Edward as he prepped you for the events ahead.

Do whatever Crane asks of you; demonstrate to him how skilled you are and how well you have been trained under my careful hand. Do that and you will show me how deserving you are of my time and attention as my favourite toy.

Smoothing out the hem of your shirtdress as your name is called, the brilliant green colour standing out beautifully against your skin, you stand tall as you enter the room almost silently, the rubber on the soles of your shoes masking any noise against the uneven flooring of the room.

Both men are standing, watching you expectantly. Approval is clear on Edward’s face as he takes in your simple yet pretty dress. Despite the role which you fill for him, he was often vocally disapproving of more revealing costumes, distaste making him scowl as he questioned if you worked as a whore when you were not present with him.

It was curious but whatever standard he held you to was his prerogative and you did appreciate the lack of necessary pageantry.

“This is my colleague,” Edward’s familiar voice fills the small room and you smile at him openly in greeting, “Dr. Jonathan Crane, more commonly known to the denizens of Gotham as the Scarecrow.”

He pauses and you take the unspoken hint.

“Hello, Dr. Crane.” You offer sweetly, ignoring the nerves which made your palms feel wet as you take in the tall figure who stands by Edward’s side; the infamous Scarecrow himself, in the flesh.

He is in full costume -one which you have seen many times on the evening news- the hood of his jacket pulled around his head to cast much of his face in shadow as he stands almost as tall as Edward. Only the gas filters peek out from the depths and your attention is quickly drawn to the various metal contraptions which decorate his body, from the brace which is wrapped around his left leg to the metal gauntlet which twinkles threateningly in the bare light.

“Go on.” Edward twists his hands to shuffle his fingers in a mocking motion. “Show the good doctor just how well you can perform, pet.”

Taking a seat on the wooden stool which lay just before the workbench which he could usually be found hunched over, Edward watches with a heated gaze as you take a tentative step towards Crane’s position. His oversized shirt is as open as ever, the lurid question marked pattern which is splashed across the fabric marred in places by the smudges of oil and grease which generally coat his appearance.

His green goggles long since abandoned, the oil on Edward’s face had been given a quick wipe before Crane’s arrival but he had neglected to wipe at his upper body and clear fingerprints of oil were visible amongst the sparse dark chest hair which peeked out from the top of his stained off-white vest.

Reaching Crane’s position, a wicked mixture of arousal and fear swirls within your gut and your thighs shuffle together as you feel the growing dampness within your core.

Edward had never shared you before but the idea was one which you had welcomed; agreeing to his demands based only on the promise of future rewards to come.

From here, Crane’s face is much clearer and you stare at him with a passive smile as you take in the damage of his torn visage. The majority of his features are hidden by his mask but one of his eyes holds a milky quality which suggest blindness and you can see the scarring which is partially hidden below the burlap. Looking at the seams, you can see that the edges of his mask have been sewn into the skin in certain areas and you hide your grimace behind your smile as you focus on the nervous energy which is guiding you.

“Foolish little pet.” Crane’s low tones send a shiver running down your spine as the words envelop you like a dark mist. “So brazen to stand before the Scarecrow and let him do what he wants with her.”

Blinking up at him, you open your mouth to respond but the words are stolen from you as his gauntlet glints in the light while his hand snaps up to wrap around your chin, pinning you into place.

His vice-like grip of your jaw forcing your head to tilt back further, your eyes lock on to his milky gaze as his deep, gravelly tones wash over you once again.

“And what is your greatest fear, my dear? I think it’s best not to keep secrets, particularly between new friends.”

“My grea- what?” Thrown off by the unexpected question, your eyes flick to Edward in panic as his body visibly stiffens while Crane continues to speak.

“What anxieties make your blood turn to ice in your veins and your mind stutter to a frightened halt? What thoughts drag you from the comfort of delusion and into the depths of reality?”

He flexes his gauntlet, the metal crunching with the small movement, and the sight of the needles in your peripheral vision cause an instinctive flinch to overcome you as your arm raises to hang off his thin forearm, his heavy jacket cold beneath your touch.

“Just say the word and we could discover them together.”

Fear blossoms in your chest, making your breath come sharply as your mind whirls into a sudden panic. You knew what his toxin could do. There wasn’t a soul in Gotham who didn’t fear being taken by the Scarecrow.

“Crane.” A growl of warning from Edward as he moves slowly to stand behind you, the heat of his body on your own making you squirm afresh as you press into him for safety.

“Edward.” Crane responds, amusement subtle in his heavy tone.

“You know my rules and if you attempt to break my favourite toy then I will reciprocate in an equally childish manner by seeing to it that your new upcoming leg brace design delivers a sequential and painful shock to your nasty withered limb.”

A gasp escapes your clenched jaw as Edward’s hand snakes itself around your waist possessively, his palm travelling up to settle atop your dress in the space just below your breasts.

“Such a lovely little toy,” Crane drops his hand from your jaw to wrap his cool fingers gently around your neck, your breath hitching in response, “it truly would be a shame to destroy it completely. Your master tells me you serve him willingly?”

His words are demanding, and you nod meekly as you breathe around his clenched fingers.

“Yes, Sir. And I am here to do the same for you,” you pause, “if you want.”

“The get to it.” He growls, releasing your neck.

Your hands drop to his slacks immediately, fumbling with the zipper there messily as the heat of Edward’s breath in your ear makes you feel dizzy. While not as physically attractive as Edward, there is something compelling in how Crane speaks and carries himself, despite his injuries, which makes you eager to please.

Pulling his cock free of his slacks, you glance down to see that it is as ordinary as any other; a thick patch of dark pubic hair covering the base of his shaft as his half-hard length lays hot and heavy in your palm. He’s longer than Edward but not as thick and from here you can see a prominent vein on the underside of his shaft which makes your mouth water slightly as you picture running the flat of your tongue along it.

Unlike the rest of his body you had felt so far, his cock is warm and you run your hand along the length of it, encouraging him to relax into your grip as his masked expression remains unchanging.

Behind you, Edward’s hands are warm against your hips as he massages the skin there with a firm pressure, the sensation making your bite your lips as a floaty feeling of disassociating settles in your heart. It’s almost unreal, the scene you’ve found yourself in as you pleasure a noted madman while enjoying the pleasures of another.

Edward’s fingers drop lazily to push up under the hem of your dress and stroke along the thin fabric of your panties. Gasping, you push into his hand greedily, taking the sharp pangs of pleasure like a woman deprived as you focus on continuing to draw your hand across Crane’s rapidly hardening cock.

Grinding your ass into Edward’s groin, you feel him press against you more harshly as his vest rubs against the back of your dress shirt. As you tilt your head back, you can feel the harsh stubble of his jaw against your neck and you purr out your approval as you swirl your fingers around the head of the cock within your grip; the movement earning you a grunt from Crane as he takes a small step forward to give you easier access.

A fresh set of hands on your body draw a gasp from your throat as Crane’s gauntleted hand comes to replace Edward’s missing hand on your hip and his free hand comes to rest on the top button of your dress shirt. With a quick movement, his fingers rip down the dress and the tinkle of the first few buttons as they rip from the dress and fall to the floor is melodic.

Your lack of bra now apparent, a slight growl reverberates from both men as Edward speaks into your ear.

“What do we have here, sweetheart? Is your mind so frail that you are incapable of dressing yourself properly?”

Flustered, your response is again stolen from you by Crane’s free hand as it dips within your ripped dress and grips your left breast roughly, kneading the sensitive skin as your hand stutters on his cock for a moment. His grip is not kind and a low keen of pained pleasure escapes you, the noise growing a touch higher as Edward slips a finger past your underwear as he thrusts it within you without ceremony.

Chilled fingers roll your peaked nipple between them, switching between and tugging the sensitive buds until you are a whimpering mess as you remain pinned between both men; the heels of your feet rising as you fight to escape the onslaught.

“She is very receptive, amusingly so.” As casual as his words are, there is a definite note of arousal within Crane’s words and you feel a flush of pleasure at the appreciative comment. “I can see why you dedicate the time to play with her.”

Heats coils in your gut as Edward’s finger curls within you, stroking that little spot that he has long since discovered drives you wild.

“She is well trained and a quick study.” Edward purrs with a huff of laughter. “I would not accept any less and I do not brook disobedience.”

“Do you share her often?”

“Rarely. There are very few who even approach my brilliance enough to be allowed the right.”

A sigh of relief as Crane releases your chest but his fingers were quick to continue their assault on your dress as he ripped free the remaining buttons. Now exposed save for your thin panties, a shudder of anxious arousal rolls through you and you rub your thumb along the head of Crane’s cock, spreading the small beads of pre-cum there as his pink tongue appears to run over non-existent lips.

Both men continue to speak about you as though you are not pinned between them.

“A beautiful specimen. If you tire of her then I would be happy to relieve you of her.”

Behind your head, you can feel Edward shake his head.

“Unlikely. She is mine. A claim you will soon understand as you sample her other talents.”

A voice right in your ear.

“Show him.”

Pulling his finger free of you with an obscene noise, a whine of disappointment draws from your throat as your approaching peak is robbed from you. Regardless, you follow his instructions as you slip free of his grasp and push your body flush against Crane to allow the wet warmth of your sex to brush against his hard cock as you writhe against him

“Wanton little creature.” Crane growls, his hands now settling on your waist as he peers down at you with an icy heat radiating from his good remaining eye.

A low yelp escapes your throat as he roughly pushes you towards the wooden stool which Edward had recently vacated. Cold air washes across your exposed chest and stomach and with it comes a shiver of mixed chill and arousal as Crane forces you to stand before the seat.

“Take them off.” A demand from the monster.

Obliging him, your fingers are quick to hook around the fabric of your panties and pull them past your thighs, legs stepping free of them as they fall to the floor.

“Sit.”

The length of your dress is enough to prevent the rough wood from sitting directly against your ass as you perch on the stool. Your thighs feel damp with your arousal and the urge to slip your fingers between your legs, to provide some relief to your aching core, is strong but you can sense that such a thing would be a bad move.

The cool metal of his gauntlet resting against your knee makes you gasp as the sharp ends of the needles graze the sensitive skin near the top of your thighs. Anxiety floods your system but you fight to quell it quickly by reminding yourself of Edward’s earlier words.

Dragging the needles down the soft skin of your thighs, a shudder dissolves into a low moan as his other hand comes to grip the flesh of your inner thigh roughly. The knuckles of his fingers brush your lips as he gropes the skin there and you spread your legs slightly to give him easier access.

The movement earns a hum of approval as he grinds his knuckles against your clit in a sudden motion, one which causes your body to jolt in place as though shocked. Fiery pleasure courses through you at the rough treatment after such neglect and you roll your hips into his hand as your eyes drop to his cock; your small teeth appearing to worry your lip as you realise that you want him to fuck you.

Perhaps sensing your mood, or following your gaze, Crane clears his throat hoarsely.

“Stand up and turn around. I think it’s time I took advantage of the generosity of our mutual friend, dear.”

Following the instruction, you don’t miss the slight inclination of Crane’s head towards Edward as he drops his gauntlet-free hand to his own cock, stroking himself roughly.

Bending across the stool, your breasts hang free of the wood as it presses against your sternum with a harsh pressure. Glancing to the side, you watch as Edward pierces you with his intelligent gaze; his emerald eyes taking in every small movement and reaction as his hand palms the visible tent in his slacks.

He was enjoying this little show.

At the realisation, a flush of colour graces your cheeks and a fresh surge of arousal floods you as a rough hand grips at the hair atop your scalp, making you grunt in surprise.

The thick head of Crane’s cock bumps clumsily against your slit and his knee-brace creaks subtly as he positions himself to enter you; his cock messily gathering up your juices as he coats the tip of cock to ensure his own comfort.

“Scream for me, dear.”

Before you can fully comprehend the words, his hips snap forward with a surprising brutality as he buries himself within you, sheathing the entire length of his cock in one thrust. The scream which escapes your throat is one of pained pleasure as he stretches you deliciously, his long cock brushing your walls in an entirely unexpected way.

Without giving any pause, Crane sets a frantic pace as he bucks against you; every erratic thrust making the heat in your scalp grow more intense as he pulls at your hair with each movement. Your grip on the edge of the stool is harsh as your fingers dig in to the wood while your teeth clamp down together with a painful click.

His cock feels wonderful yet terrible as it strokes those wonderfully sensitive areas within your walls but the complete lack of consideration for your comfort as he stretches you mercilessly has your lips spilling a mixture of whines and muffled groans. The thick band of arousal which curls within your gut makes it difficult to ignore the truth.

You were enjoying this.

Edward’s face appears before your own, his green gaze swimming in your vision due to the watering of your eyes as Crane keeps up his brutal use of your sex.

“You look quite ravished, sweetheart. Let’s see how far that can be pushed.”

His words are intimate, and, despite everything, your body instinctively relaxes as he stands to position before you, his hard cock quickly coming into view as he guides it towards your mouth. Not having much choice in the matter, you willingly part your lips as you swirl your tongue along the head of his cock, grunting as Crane’s grip of your hips tightens to a thoroughly bruising grip.

Growling with impatience, Edward sinks his cock between your lips as you hollow out your cheeks to accept him. The taste is familiar and a flood of relief sinks through you as Edward runs his dexterous fingers through your hair, inadvertently soothing the burn from Crane’s earlier assault as he allows you to sink your head along his length, pleasuring him in the way which you know he enjoys.

A sharp sting makes you scream around the cock within your mouth as pain radiates from your back and you realise that Crane has pierced the skin there with his gauntlet, his needles stabbing through the remnants of your dress. But just as quickly as it came, the pain dissipates into a dull, throbbing ache as something suspiciously wet trickles across your spine.

“Oh, she did not like that.” Edward croons with a groan of satisfaction as your squeals of discomfort vibrate around his cock. “It’s almost a pity that her mouth is busy because she makes the most beautiful noises when she is distressed.”

“If you would allow me to play with her on my terms then you could experience the full range of her vocal talents.” Pausing as his cock sheathes itself within you almost violently, Crane’s hoarse tones are silken, polished with a temptation that your heart hopes Edward can avoid.

A calloused hand slips from your hair to wrap around your neck instead, pulling your head back painfully as Edward forces your head up to look at him, the tip of his cock just trapped between your lips as he peers down at you.

“Would you like that, pet? Do you want to go and play with the Scarecrow?”

Despite his grip, you shake your head from side to side as you refuse the offer, eyes shining brightly as you blink away the gathered wetness there, one small tear leaking from your left eye to roll down your cheek.

No. No. No.

Amusement and heated lust are splaying across Edward’s features as he tilts his head at you, his brow cocking as an unspoken warning as he releases your head.

“Again, she is my toy to break, and I am more than capable of taking fine care of her as I see fit.”

Relieved by his words, you hum in pleasure as your tongue draws across his shaft, encouraging him to thrust himself deeper within your mouth. An invitation which he takes to quickly, snapping his hips forward and forcing his cock down the tip of your throat.

Sheer panic rolls through you as your throat is momentarily blocked, legs kicking out from the floor as you clench around the cock which has resumed its punishing pace within your aching slit. A fresh cry is swallowed by his cock as a cool hand comes to rest on your clit, rubbing the ultra-sensitive nub of nerves with a cruel pressure as you struggle against the wooden stool.

Between the lack of oxygen from the cock blocking your airway to the rough cock which was continuing to thrust within you, a sense of being fully plugged and overstimulated settles in your gut as your orgasm hits with a frightening intensity; hot waves of pleasure forcing your knees to smack against the stool as your body writhes in position, moans vibrating around Edward’s cock as he grunts in appreciation above you.

Crane is not far behind and you feel his cock twitch within you walls as he continues to snap his hips against your ass, uncaring of your overstimulated suffering. However, just as you think he’s going to come, he pulls free of your hole and instead growls out his orgasm as his release spatters across your ass and lower back.

The sensation of warmth against your skin, his release marking you even as his hand drops down to smack the skin of your exposed ass in one sharp strike, forces a long and suffering groan from your lips.

Following his colleague, Edward pulls free of your lips one final time before thrusting his hips forward as he buries his cock deep within your throat; his hands pinning your mouth against the base of his cock, his pubic hair tickling the tip of your nose, as he unleashes a frantic moan which coincides with his release. It burns hot in your throat as you desperately swallow it down, unable to do much else as you fight to take a breath.

Mercifully, his grip of your head lessens after only a moment and he pulls free of your lips as you cough harshly, a small string of saliva connecting your mouth to his cock as he wipes himself clean with a handkerchief before tucking his cock away back into his slacks.

Laying prone on the stool, your body still bending over the wood as you had been placed, you are hyper-sensitive to just how ruined you body feels; from the sting of your sex as the wetness there feels cool and exposed, to how abused your throat is as you take in deep pants of fresh air. The sting of your back is also present and you wonder how rough the damage there is as a result of his damned needles.

A soothing hand makes itself known on your hair and you turn wet eyes up to meet Edward’s gaze once again and you can tell he is pleased with your performance. That approval, shining from his features in that subtle way, is almost enough to make it all worth it as his free hand extends itself towards you, encouraging you to stand.

Rising to wobbly legs, you are thankful for Edward’s hand as he guides you to the nearby couch, allowing you to drop to the old piece of furniture with a soft exhale as the tattered remains of your dress do little to cover your marked body.

Glancing at Crane, you find his passive gaze on your own; his cock having long since been tucked away and hidden from sight as he retained his earlier professional appearance. If it were not for the threat of toxin, you could be tempted by a session with the good doctor but the fear of his twisted tastes is enough to make you thankful for what little protections Edward is willing to offer.

“Do you see how she performs like a fine piece of machinery?” Edward’s showman voice carries without effort in the quiet of the room. “A perfect little plaything for a genius of my calibre. Perhaps if you spent less time chasing shadows, Crane, then you could have something of a similar quality.”

“My work demands no distraction,” Crane counters slowly, his piercing gaze never leaving your exhausted expression as you lounge on the couch, “but I will confess to enjoying your dear little pet.”

A strange flush of pride washes through your chest at the admission but it is quick to once again turn to a faint anxiety as Crane continues his speech, the metal of his leg brace creaking as he approaches the door to exit the room.

“Perhaps one day you will change your mind and allow me to play with her fully.”

And with that, he disappeared through the doorway, allowing the door to click shut behind him to leave you alone once again with Edward.

“Sleep.” Edward commands from his standing position as he observes you from a slight distance. “I have work to complete and you are clearly exhausted.” His voice dropping a notch, he follows up his demand with a teasing edge. “When you awaken, we can then see about a review performance when you are better rested.”

Taking his advice even as you wince in discomfort as your back grazes across the fabric of the couch, your eyes slip shut and you allow the faint sounds of his mechanical tinkering to lull you into a blissful oblivion.

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