#I’m sorry I needed sugar daddy Harvey

[sweetcreaturetm]

Recently started watching suits with my husband. Unrelated did y’all know there are like 5,000 suits fics on ao3?

[finniestoncrane]

Lovely Finnie~!! I have a request please for you~.

Today is my birthday~! Yes, I have finally turned 30, my golden years are, allegedly, just beginning, blah blah blah, all that good shit they tell you when you get old...

All I ask for, is for some Sugar Daddy! Arkham! Two-Face with his afab! Sugar Baby! Reader. Maybe with some smut, maybe angst? Maybe he realizes he loves her and is like "O.O ... uh oh" and he has inner drama and is like "shitshitshit she can't know" but she's just like "bruh we been knew, now kiss me >3<" cuz she loves him, too and they get their grind on.

No pressure, this isn't a ride or die request, lovely Finnie~! You're awesome, ily, if you can't work with it, I completely understand~

I Know

Arkham!Two Face x Female!Reader, word count: 1k i am so sorry this took me so long to get out kjhkjhasd i just wanted to make sure it felt right!! but it was a delicious concept and harvey is exactly the type of idiot to fall for someone and be the last to realise it 💙 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: biting, angst, lil bit of aggressive pushing, then stinky fluff

You choked on the sudden inhale, a gasp for air as Harvey dug his fingers into your waist, pulling you closer to him as he bit down sharply on your neck. Your fingers stroked his scalp, running through his hair on the other side of his head as you held him to you. His mouth made a clumsy move to your jaw bone as he traced up it towards your ear, lapping frantically with his tongue in a desperate bid to taste you, to take in as much of you as he would allow himself to.

As his tongue lapped at your cheek you turned your head slightly, catching his lip and gum in the quick kiss before he leaned into it, his tongue pressing into your mouth, sloppily caressing your own tongue and teeth. It was passionate, messy, and it filled you with an intense heat right to your core. His fingers trailed up and down your spine as he held you in place against him, catching your thigh as you brought one leg up and around him. His palm slid slowly, softly, up your leg until he was cupping your ass, gripping it tight, fingers pressed into you as the kiss slowed slightly, offering you both a chance to breathe.

Once you had found the energy again, you dove back in, cupping his face in your hands, relishing in the textures of both cheeks, one warm, scarred, but soft, the other lined with stubble and markedly cooler. He pressed himself into you, positioned between your legs, the noticeable bulge at the front of his pants rubbing against your underwear as he growled into your ear.

“You’re keen this evening.”

“I’m trying to earn a bigger allowance, daddy.”

With a choked whine he tossed his head back, laughing insidiously as he bucked his hips, shaking you off balance. He adored the way you felt against him, how focused you were on pleasing him, doing exactly what he wanted, knowing exactly what he liked. Especially when it meant he could spoil you without it seeming like he was doing it out of anything but contractual obligations.

Harvey brought his hands to your waist again, jerking his hips forward, grinding himself furiously against you as he kissed you, precum staining the front of his pants with a small wet patch. This is what he needed at the end of a difficult day, to release his tension with you. What he needed, but not what he wanted. What he wanted to do was woo you, take you on dates, intimacy without tossing you a wad of cash, to be able to hold you without it becoming sexual. Just to touch you for the sake of touching you, to hold you for no other reason than you both wanted to be held.

You made him feel younger, more passionate than anything had in a long time. He was crueller, tougher, more successful. And he was sure he owed it all to the thought at the back of his head that ate away at him. The idea that if he didn’t have cash, if he didn’t have something to draw you in, that you’d leave. And he couldn’t have that. This was everything to him. He loved this. He felt his mouth open against your neck, ready to scream the sentiment to the world.

“God… I love this… I love-”

He stuttered over himself, stumbling back and pushing your shoulders, needing distance between you to take stock of what almost just happened. Staggering a little from the frankly unnecessarily aggressive shove, you tried to collect your thoughts.

“Harvey… It’s ok…”

“What? I didn’t… say anything.”

“I know.”

He looked at you, eyes focused on yours, staring into your soul. Knowing what you meant but needing the clarification for his own peace of mind.

“You know… that I didn’t say anything?”

His head shook as the lower, gravelly voice spat out the retort.

“You didn’t say anything, but you almost did. And she knows you’re an idiot.”

You rolled your eyes, taking a few small steps towards him, continuing when you realised he wasn’t backing away or pushing you back.

“No. I know. I know… how you feel.”

“How he feels.”

It was difficult enough to get Harvey to engage with his softer emotions, almost impossible to have Harv not try and ruin the mood further. Leaning against his chest you pressed a kiss to his lips, a bid to keep him quiet, and let your fingers trail down to the front of his pants. Pulling at the buckle and zip, but leaving the button done, you slipped inside the gap to pull his cock free.

Harv grabbed your chin and forced your gaze to his as he hissed out his words.

“I suppose I’m to trust that you’d tell the truth? When there’s the potential for you to lose your income?”

He snarled, but you smiled warmly, trying to soothe him.

“You think money’s what’s keeping me here? When there’s so many other benefits?”

Stroking the length of his cock with your fingertips, you bit your lip as you grabbed it tight. Pumping it up and down slowly a few times as you looked into his eyes, you watched his face soften, though he furrowed his brows.

“Is… that all that’s keeping you here though?”

You leaned into him, running your thumb along his head and smiling smugly as his breath hitched, cock twitching as he thrust forward and upwards into your clenched fist.

“Of course not. But it’s an excellent benefit.”

Feeling reassured, and grateful that you hadn’t let things get too emotional, Harvey adopted a cruel smirk as he bucked his hips again, feeling your hand tighten as his cock pulsed in your grip. He could allow himself the reprieve now, let himself feel comfortable around you. Safe in the knowledge that there was more than money, more than lust, behind your relationship. Happy knowing that the arrangement would still benefit you both, especially where his counterpart was concerned.

“That works for all of us then.”

Money, lust and love. Everyone gets what they want.