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Arkham Eddie with 🪑💜💛

If there’s anything about this man that I love more than his hands, it’s his lap

Thrust

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It’s supposed to be a cruel punishment, and it is, but it’s bitter sweet. You’re desperate for his attention. Desperate for his touch. Desperate to feel his, surprisingly well-hidden, thick cock inside of you. And you get that, but it’s a monkey’s paw scenario.

“Sit still!”

He barks at you, further punishment surely to follow given your inability to do as you’re told.

“Don’t move a muscle. And stop your whining.”

He held you tight, the texture of his worn and hard gloves rough against your bare hips and thighs as he kept you in position on his lap. You stared into his eyes, never breaking the gaze with him as he sneered at you, smirking in his own satisfaction.

“Please, Eddie.”

“Shh.”

He placed a finger over your lips, his thumb pushing up on your chin to keep your mouth closed. When he let go, you couldn’t help yourself.

“I just-”

As your lips parted to protest, to beg for what you really wanted, to clarify your wish, he thrust two fingers inside, and you instinctively closed your mouth around them, sucking them gratefully and silently.

“That’s my girl.”

You nodded, subtly, but enough that he noticed and laughed lightly, the gentle motion enough to give you just the slightest bit of pleasure, his cock twitching inside of you, your walls clenching around it, desperate for more, for movement, for anything beyond the torture that was having him stay still within you, stretching you out, unforgiving in the way he denied you any pleasured friction.

He withdrew his fingers, a trail of saliva following which he rubbed down the front of his stained and torn vest.

“You’re taking this well. Just a little longer.”

A whine, simpering and irritating in tone. It pulled a cruel smirk up at the corner of his mouth, his teeth pressed together as he dug his fingers into you, feeling the pressure even through the thick gloves he wore.

“Please, Eddie…please. I don’t know how much more I can take.”

“Oh, you poor thing.”

You whined again, the cruel, mocking tone he used tingling your senses. He knew you loved it. He was teasing you.

“Beg me for it then.”

“Please.”

He scoffed.

“A pathetic attempt. That’s all you’re willing to give me.”

“Please, Eddie. Please.”

“Please what?”

You kept your torso, your lower half, as completely still as possible, but you brought one hand to his chest, feeling his heart beat, the sweat drenched skin, the other on his cheek, stroking at the stubble, thumb wiping at the smudges of grease that seemed to permanently paint his face.

“Please fuck me.”

Without warning, and without any further provocation, he thrust up, holding your hips down and filling you as best as he could, finally allowing you what you wanted, what you needed. As you bit down on your lip, he shifted you, backwards and forwards, grinding you on him, your slick wetting his thighs as he coaxed it from you with his deft, almost subtle movements within you.

“Ok, sit still again. You can have more later. This is a punishment, after all."

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Blood

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It was kind of hard to tell which scratches were fresh and which ones were self-inflicted, given his habit for marking his kills.

“Victor, where did they get you?”

“All over…”

He looked at you, big brown eyes in a mocking sadness, fake pity for himself. You couldn’t help but smile, dabbing his cheek with the antiseptic wipe.

“How long was I out for?”

“Quite some time, you just needed a rest though, you didn’t hit your head…as far as I could tell.”

“But you didn’t-”

“I didn’t tell anyone. No one knows that the completely indestructible Victor Zsasz had to take a little nap after getting beaten up.”

“I wasn’t beaten up.”

You giggled, tossing the used bandage wrappers and cloths into the trash, reaching for his hand and holding it, tight. As exciting as it was to be with him, feral, wild and unpredictable, you’d made the mistake of falling for a man who was dangerous, to himself and others. While the risks of losing life and limb were a comfort to him, something he knew and was prepared for, for you it was a constant reminder of what you could stand to lose.

As your eyes began to water, you got up, attempting to hide your discomfort from him, aware that you would only be subjected to yet another lecture from him about how you knew who he was, his reputation preceding him in most instances in life. He took a hold of your hand though, trying to drag you back, his palm surprisingly soft.

“Hey, where are you going?”

He stood up to follow you, but you pushed him back down.

“Don’t get up, idiot. You’re seriously injured.”

He watched you walk away, but got up anyway, gripping your waist and hitting your neck with kisses.

“Wow…you look beautiful right now, you know that?”

“Maybe you did hit your head.”

He laughed into you, teeth sinking into your skin, and you moaned against your will, unable to contain it, weak for him. He chuckled again, another kiss at the nape of your neck.

“That’s my girl.”

“Victor…”

“Wait…is that…my shirt you’re wearing?”

You turned to him, placing your hands on his face, kissing him and lightly slapping your palm against his soft cheek.

“Yes, it is. You bled all over mine.”

“And you couldn’t just have left it off.”

He dipped you, slinging an arm under your leg and lifting you onto him, wrapping you around his waist and bringing you back to the bed.

“You’re injured!”

You shouted it against his shoulder, muffled as he tossed you down and fell on top of you.

“Not enough, you interested in dishing out a little more punishment for me?”

He whined as you dug your nails into his back, pulling him into you, kissing him, biting at his lip as he whimpered in pleasure.

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Bite

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You lay beside Jervis, blankets wrapped around you, your hand on his bare chest, soothed easily into a deep sleep by the movement of his body rising and falling in deep breaths. There was no harm in pretending to be asleep still, to savour these precious, pleasant moments of bliss as he stroked your back and held you into him.

“Are you awake, my sweet?”

You ignored him, hard as it was to not answer to his soft, inviting voice.

“I think you are, but you’re pretending.”

He sounded upbeat, pleased at the idea of playing a little game with you.

“As much as I enjoy this, we should start the day. There’s tea to be sipped, adventures to be had.”

You didn’t shift, but your smile was a dead giveaway. And he could clearly see it, as he giggled a little, before pressing his fingers into your sides, trying to make you laugh as he tickled you, but you held out, squirming obviously, but making no sound.

“Oh dear, I’m afraid you must be asleep then. Awful, because I’m actually quite hungry and ready for breakfast. If only there were something here that could satiate me, then I could lay in bed with you all day.”

The thought was wonderful, but you knew you’d have to get up eventually.

“How convenient it would be to have something so sweet, so scrumptious, so divinely delicious that I could sink my teeth into.”

Breakfast in bed sounded nice though, maybe you could go and make something and bring it to him and-

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sudden sensation of his teeth against your skin. Tongue lapping at the skin as he sucked softly on it, marking you with a little red circle, biting and nibbling around the area and peppering it with kisses.

As much as you tried to suppress it, there was no hope. You were weak under his touch, instantly weakened for him. A soft moan and a little giggle, and your act was up.

“Aha, you are awake! I knew it! I can see right through you!”

“Of course I am! What are you doing?”

“I wanted to know how you tasted, just in case I could avoid waking you up and separating from you.”

“And the solution to that was eating me?”

“You’re sweet enough to devour completely.”

He rolled you over, arms around your back until he was laying almost completely on top of you, your palms gliding over his soft skin as he kissed at your neck, leaving small bites in between them as you both giggled, laughter turning to gentle moans as he caressed your sides, his fingers teasing at your clothing, desperate to feel skin against skin, until he had your shirt off, kissing down your breast bone, dangerously close to delaying his breakfast even further if he got you in the right mood.

“Jervis! I thought you were hungry!”

“I am, my dear.” He stopped to look up into your eyes. “I’m absolutely starving.”

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Smooches

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“Are you kidding, bubbeleh? You’re the bravest person I know!”

Drops of the bubble-gum pink cocktail that Harley had been sipping fell around as she waved her hands erratically.

“Being a little bit drunk makes me braver though, I think that’s why I like it.”

You looked down into your own drink as Harley knocked hers back, slamming the glass down on the table and twisting her hair in her fingers, watching you.

“You hang around with me, what else could there be that scares you!?”

But that was the thing. Harley wasn’t frightening as a friend. She was wonderful. Bubbly, supportive, a permanent cheerleader. Fun without trying, sweet without having to put in effort. It didn’t bother you being out with her, not when people would stare at her, flirt with her, admire her from a distance, because you understood the appeal, the draw. And you got to see what most didn’t. You were allowed a glimpse of Harley at her most vulnerable. When she would sit across the table from you, holding your hands as she told you her worries or you told her yours. When she would beat you at an enthusiastic game of rock, paper, scissors for the privilege of picking the movie you would watch. When she would wake up on the couch next to you, both of you falling asleep against each other, under blankets, arms linked.

Every day you wanted to grab her, tell her, but the fear was surprisingly overwhelming. You just needed a little help, some extra courage.

“I uh…”

“Tell me sugar!” There was a growing concern behind her smile, glimmering in her eyes as she tried to read you, tried to figure out what was eating at you. Sometimes, you could swear she could tell. That she knew the way you smiled at her, the way you waved goodbye to her when she left your apartment to get back to hers. And maybe she felt the same way? “Don’t hold out on me, you know I can coax it out of you!”

She prodded her finger into your side, causing you to collapse in on yourself, unable to suppress the laughter as you batted her away, her hands tickling you, practically on top of you in the booth you shared, no one batting an eyelid as you screamed and giggled together under the sound of the music. She had you against the back of the seat, hands grabbing your cheeks and pinching them.

“Do it, be brave.”

There was an unspoken permission in her eyes, and you leaned forward, pressing a sloppy, unbalanced kiss onto her soft, red lips. And luckily, thankfully, she reciprocated, hands still holding your cheeks firmly, keeping you from pulling back before she was finished with you. And when she was, she held her forehead to you, rubbing her nose into yours and giggling.

“That’s my girl! But you know, you coulda just said something. I don’t bite!”

“Yes, you do.”

“But not hard!”

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