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butdaddyilovehimmm · 1 month ago
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No thoughts just Harvey acting like Mike's sugar daddy
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sweetcreaturetm · 2 years ago
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Recently started watching suits with my husband. Unrelated did y’all know there are like 5,000 suits fics on ao3?
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caffeinatedattorney · 1 month ago
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Thinking about Bruce Wayne being Harvey's unnoficial sugar daddy. Like, I imagine they'd be the type of ppl not to joke about the idea bc they know they fit the bill.
Bruce gifts shit to Harvey all the time. It just makes sense to gift him suits that accentuate his figure, gives him ties that compliment his eyes, shoes that just look good on him-- oh don't worry Harv, it's nothing. You can sell them, I just think that you should look nice and not have it hurt your paycheck. DW I can obviously afford it.
It gets to the point the ppl of gotham especulate if Harvey is all that clean... after all, how is it he shows up to galas wearing expensive watches, colognes and such? Is he accepting bribes now? (Harvey wears the gifted items from time to time... it feels good to look good and have backup clothes in case of emergency. And what Harvey doesn't need, which is a lot, he gives away.)
Harvey doesn't get a chance to tell the truth. It's Bruce who laughs on TV and tells everyone how modest and frugal Harvey really is, a sweetheart, and Bruce is helping another citizen of Gotham, it's charity, Harvey is as clean as a whistle, his wife Gilda is really sweet and she agrees with him blah blah blah.
Harvey knows Bruce's words won't all be taken at face value, and it puts the mystery to rest for the public but now Harvey doesn't know if he's angry or flattered about the whole thing.
This is me saying they develop a psychosexual thing where Bruce provides because he loves seeing Harvey in Bruce's stuff. A reminder Bruce is there for Harvey while Harvey likes being supported and... palpably loved in such a way Bruce makes it abundantly clear to everyone that the big bad boy of gotham is tightly wrapped around Harvey Dent, the golden boy's finger.
It's basically the both-are-in-charge dynamic between a cat and a bunny.
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Meanwhile Gilda watches in a amusement, wondering when they'll realize what's going on and if she should be the one telling them.
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finniestoncrane · 5 months ago
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fuuuuuuuuckkk daddy two-face is so hot. i want to be his spoiled sugar baby I want to be his Special Little Princess so bad finnie
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Arkham!Two Face x Fem!Reader, word count: 500 yeah i am weak-willed and desperate for him like i don't know if this was a request baby but i couldn't get the idea out of my head that last line kept bouncing around in there💙 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: tiny bit of grinding, flirting, mentions of rough sex but nothing explicit
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With a soft pout in response to his denial of your latest wishes you wiggled your hips, shifting in Harvey's lap, rubbing yourself against him, hoping to soften him up by getting him a little hard.
"You know, if anyone else looked at me like that, whether I'd just told them no or not, I wouldn't hesitate to break their neck."
Harvey ran a finger up the front of your throat to emphasise his words, his nails scraping over the skin, just a little bit of pain to remind you how serious he was about that statement. Regardless, you knew there were no repercussions for looking at him with wide eyes, pleading and needy. You could get away with anything as far as Harvey was concerned. You had him wrapped around your finger, in fact, both of them were under your spell. It was easy to know how to play them and you did it expertly, often against each other, but only ever for his benefit.
Maybe sometimes there was a need to convince Harvey to be a little bit more adventurous in order to satiate the needs of his darker side. It was your job to encourage that, to help him put aside the affection he held for you, the fling he swore he wouldn't fall for. A gentle place of your hand against his chest, looking into his eyes, focusing on the damaged, reddened one, looking at him, not just how he looked. Letting him know with all sincerity that his precious doll was able to indulge in a bit of violence with him, if he'd allow it.
And maybe there were occasions where you needed to keep Harv sweet, to push him back with the promise of something a little bit rougher if he would let Harvey to the front. Just a little while where he could treat you like royalty, to spoil you with complete abandon without being criticised. To let you sit on his lap and stroke his cheeks, watch him melt under your touch, completely soft. Not the man he liked to pretend he was, or the man that Harv believed they were.
It was a balancing act, and you were just as invested in it as he was.
"You're lucky I've got such a sweet spot for you."
He reached up to tuck your hair behind your ear, his palm tracing down to your cheek and holding your head there as he looked into your eyes.
"My sweet baby girl."
"My dirty little whore."
His voices were distinct, struggling needlessly for power over the moment, seemingly oblivious to the fact that you knew they both felt deeply for you.
"My angel."
"My filthy devil."
And then a rare moment of agreement, particularly from Harv.
"My special little princess."
"OUR special little princess, Harvey. Ours."
His hands scooped around your waist, lifting you up a little, holding you to his chest. One set of fingers teased playfully at your clothes, tugging them away from your skin as he smiled. The other hand was already underneath the first layer of fabric, clawing at your skin with a starved and unapologetic desperation.
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bruciemilf · 2 years ago
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Bruce and Harvey Being Dads
Harvey didn't want kids thanks to a little thing called generational trauma. They were basically the equivalent of
Bruce, big doe eyes, " I want a baby"
" no"
"Oh, okay"
" wait but don't ask another guy I'll do it"
No but seriously; Harvey becomes a dad very much accidentally. Two-Face?! Tim Drake from Batman the Animated series would disagree, but the fucker likes children
Bruce silently made it known he, Dick, Jason and Tim were a package deal and Two Face was PREPARED
I LOVE me some baby batkids. 10 year old Dick had to call Harvey to the principal's office, because like hell he'd face Bruce's 2 hour lecture. Harvey stresses that he can't just fight any kid that annoys him.
" He called Bruce a bad word. That word Luthor said to him last time and you knocked him out"
"...You want an ice cream?"
Harvey's a bit of a workaholic. Hey, the reformed life is slippery. Bruce has two main methods of tempting him back home; 1) send him admittedly adorable pics of Jason trying on suits 3 times his size, or use his " Please, Harv?" Voice
The Batkids know three simple truths in life; Harvey can't say no to Bruce. Harvey is catholic. Harvey prays to God and answers to Bruce.
You think Dick has golden child syndrome? Imagine being Duke Thomas. " why can't you be more like Duke?" Is basically the most used phrase in the house
Two-Face prides himself on being the only one with a backbone, only to fold like paper if they pull the " Papi, come on" trick
Bruce frames all of their babies' drawings and Harvey has copies of them all over the DA Office. He most DEFINITELY brags with his family.
Especially portraits. Imagine Harvey being nervous to pose, but Tim pulls those sad kitten eyes on him and gets so happy. " make me pretty, conejito"
" You already are, papa"
Bruce is dad/daddy, Harvey is pa or papa and Two Face is Pops
They have monopoly tournaments that turn VERY competitive on Bruce's side. One time he lost and didn't speak to anybody for 2 days until Harvey had a " talk" with him
If he winces when he sits down, grumbling as Harvey plants a kiss on his cheek along with a morning coffee, extra extra sugar, Alfred simply pretends he doesn't see it.
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jamneuromain · 10 months ago
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Mean Daddy Pt.2
Logan Syverson x Reader (You)
Word Count: 1k
Warning: Mean!Sy, established relationship, pussy spanking, aftercare turns into foreplay(?), oral (implied), a whole lot of teasing, fluff.
Summary: Your mean daddy comes home ... and you're in for the night :]
A/N: For the record, I'm not sorry at all for the cliffhanger (and stretching this short fic into three parts...) @gummydummy19 :3
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Find Part 1 here
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This isn’t exactly what you had planned for tonight.
Well, technically you did plan for some spicy evening events, but you did not expect Sy to make changes to the timetable plan, and spend all afternoon and evening on your bed.
… eh, spending all day on you.
And the worst part is, you have passed out twice now, and except for bathroom breaks and snack breaks, Sy hasn’t stopped playing the game he invented, which has the name “How many times can you cum”.
Spoiler alert, you’ve both lost count, but that doesn’t stop him from playing.
The clock strikes nine, and you feel there’s not one good bone in your body.
Thankfully, it’s another snack break.
While munching on apple slices that Sy cut for you, you’ve turned on your laptop for a show called Family Feud. Basically, the show interviewed random 100 people on the street with some questions, and came back with the top six answers. Whichever team answers more, wins.
It’s less exciting, compared to the detective/murder ones you often enjoy, but this is what Sy needs, something light and funny, instead of the sound of gunshots that would make his body tense up.
“Young man,” the show host Steve Harvey asks, “Name something your girlfriend would do to your face.”
The shy boy on the screen covers his twitching lips with his fist, “Uh… I’m gonna say sit on it.”
The audience on the screen roars out laughter, while you can’t help but giggle simultaneously.
A light squeeze of your tummy dials your giggling down, having you remember the large beefcake wrapping around you with his thick arms and legs.
“C’mon, Sy, you can’t tell me that’s not funny.” You burst out a new fit of giggles, tugging on his bearded chin, without turning around, “Besides,” You try your best to cross your legs discreetly, not getting his attention that your pussy is dripping again, because, for Christ’s sake, your lady parts have been through literal Hell tonight, “it’s not like we haven’t tried it before.”
“Hmm.” Is his grumbling reply.
You let out an exhale of relief. It’s not your fault that your mind is filled with pure filth of how he used to bury his head between your thighs…
The show Family Feud goes on, but you allow the jests and laughs to slip by your ear, since your brain is occupied with porn, and wet your lips when you can almost feel his beard leaving a burn that would remain for days…
The calloused hand moves from your belly to your tits, weighing them in his palm.
Sy’s low timbre ghosts your ears, “Penny for your thoughts, sugar.”
Your pebbled peak rolls under his fingers involuntarily. No word comes out of your mouth except for a small whimper. God, you want him to eat you out, pin you down with one hand over your stomach and one hand groping your tits, swinging your legs over his broad shoulders, bringing you to the edge of ecstasy as you chant his name like a prayer.
“Want to grind on my face?” He proposes with his sinful lips, circling one hand painfully close to your weeping core, while flicking your nipple with the other. “Be a good little slut and ride Daddy like you were told to?”
“Uh-Uh-huh.” You nod eagerly. Your pussy feels raw and used, as if someone (Sy) has set fire to it, yet you could not resist the temptation of reaching your limit once again – what can you say, you never learn from the pain.
Sy admires your ruined body for a brief second, cupping your mound with his palm. You buck your hip to meet his fingers, but to your frustration, he holds his position without wavering, neither meeting your silent plea nor denying it. “Shit,” a sly smile hangs on the corner of his lips, “that desperate, huh? Fucking my hand like that? Poor baby.”
“Sy,” you whimper, struggling in his tightened grip, begging him with your teary eyes, “want you to kiss it and make it better, please Daddy.”
“Aww,” he coos softly, kissing the top of your head, “I like the sound of that.”
Smug bastard.
“Use your big-girl words, darlin’.” Sy traces a bead of sweat that disappears between your tits. His hand glides down your body, sneaking it under your thigh before pulling them wide open, earning a surprised squeal from your lips.
“Want t-to ride your face, Daddy.” You stutter as he lowers his head to kiss the carotid artery on the side of your neck, your fingers dig into his veiny arms that hold your thigh, “Want-ah!”
“What’s the matter, darlin’?” He feigns his curiosity, pretending he has no idea that he has just smacked your sensitive bundle of nerves, “Cat got your tongue? Can’t hear you though,” Sy smacks your pussy again, making you nearly jump from his embrace, “Don’ really know what you’re talking about, sugar.”
The harshness of the slaps adds to the numbness and the sting of your ruined hole, coating his hand with a shin of juices, which he wipes on the side of your thigh, glistening with the evidence of the betrayal of your body, even when it still hurts from the overstimulation during previous hours.
“Daddy,” you whine in embarrassment and a tinge of desperation, “Daddy, pleaaase.”
Sy chuckles behind you, manoeuvring himself to your front, pressing a bit harder on your stomach to have you lie down. Kissing both of your thighs, he spreads them wider than before – wide enough to fit a grown man and his shoulders in between – and trails a line of soft pecks on your lower abdomen, and finally, on your quivering pussy.
“Better make those pretty noises for me, darlin’,” Sy whispers while nibbling on your skin, lifting your thighs onto his shoulders - his favorite position. His tone drips a hint of darkness, both a threat and a promise, shooting a shiver down your spine, “If you ain’t screaming, you ain’t creaming.”
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halfthebrain · 11 months ago
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Harvey wants to be Mike’s sugar daddy so bad. It’s hilarious.
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tarrenterror25 · 3 months ago
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hello~ do you think Roman and the other villains like it when reader is a self-initiated good girl or a bad girl?
I'm interpreting this as sort of the reader takes it upon themselves to be this way?
If that's the case then it really depends on the villain and which end of the spectrum reader is on. Since you specifically used "good girl", I'll be writing for f/afab reader if that's alright. Roman: Either one is great with Roman. As a good girl you want to please him, dote on him, etc. and he's a-ok with that. You'll get ultimate princess treatment/rewards, cuddling, soft!Roman galore. Being a bad girl and a brat will frustrate him affectionately. He enjoys getting to tease you as payback; orgasm denial, overstim, spanking, etc. It's also fun for him when you tease him and think you can just scamper off thinking you can just leave him riled up. He's going to have you gasping, unable to form a coherent thought when he's through with you 💖
Two-Face: Two-Face is all over a good girl, loves to test your limits (safely), and has a bit of a corruption kink with that dynamic. Would definitely be a sugar daddy for a good girl. A bad girl annoys him too much. You can't both operate in gremlin/goblin mode, it's too much, gives him a headache. Harvey likes a bad girl; he's always so by the book so someone who pushes him out of that comfort zone a little is nice. It gives him a chance to be a bit more playful.
Hush: Tommy digs either one. A good girl he enjoys since he's manipulative so you're already making things easy. A bad girl will be a challenge for him. You're so defiant sometimes and so smug about it, but he's got a way with words to make you think twice about whatever bratty thing you're thinking about doing. He likes when you're a bit bratty, likes to watch how easily he can make you weak in the knees for him.
Penguin: Going off of The Batman!Penguin, he's a tough guy, he's been through shit and I think he's a huge softie for his girl. A good girl for Oz will have the moon on a string. A bad girl, maybe not so much. He needs someone to take the edge off of being in the mob. He's not in the mood for petulant behavior when he comes home, he just wants someone soft to be soft for.
Hope these were alright!
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roosterbruiser · 1 year ago
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“murmuring sweet things into their ears” with cherry and rooster 🥹🥹
𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩
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When you sleep, you're very quiet.
The kind of quiet that is made up of noiseless fluttering lashes and soft swallows and tiny sighs and satin sheets gliding across your skin like warm margarine on the smooth surface of brioche. You're smaller, too--smaller than you usually are. Knees drawn to your chest like a fetus, hands tucked under your pillow as if in prayer, cheek pressed against the bed with the slight weight of your dreams.
More than quiet, though--you're still.
You're finally fucking still. You're not bopping around the corner, ducking out of the room at a precise and crucial moment when Rooster is finally distracted enough to peel his vision from you, to take a bump with Jake. You're not stripping naked, pressing yourself up against the glass sliding doors and lewdly kissing the glass with your mouth open and tongue out while Rooster tries to make a business call. You're not flipping through his records while he reclines on the sofa with a drink and a cigar, insisting that he modernize his collection. You're not loudly singing How Deep Is Your Love while drinking your seventh Harvey Wallbanger, slinky nightgown slipping off your shoulders and bare toes digging into the rug in the living room.
Right now, you're very quiet and very still. You fell asleep as soon as he shifted the Thunderbird into gear, at first against your window with your lipstick staining the glass. But then Rooster leaned over, hooked his hand around the delicate column of your throat, and pulled you until your cheek was against his thigh and your body was stretched out across the leather seats.
And that's where you've been ever since--sleeping on his lap.
The two of you were out at dinner almost all night with the usual crowd--licking your fingers clean of the salt that covered the calamari, crunching the sugary ice from your Harvey Wallbanger's, laughing at everything and nothing, dancing to a few songs with Jake while everyone watched on.
Rooster knew you were tired--you usually are after your fifth or sixth drink, especially if you're not taking bumps every half hour. He noticed, too, that you had been seated for closer to two hours. That's almost a record for you at this point.
"Gonna knock out, Cherry-baby?" He asked you quietly, moving your hair from your ear, pressing a delicate kiss to the curve of your jaw.
With your elbows resting on the table and your disposition sunny--but your eyes heavy and your smile loose--you'd just softly shaken your head at him.
"Right," he said, all disbelief and sarcasm. He took a sip of his drink. "No sleep for the wicked, right?"
You stuck your tongue out at him and he leaned over quick, pressing his mouth against yours, welcoming your sugar-coated tongue.
"You're nasty," you whispered to him, obviously delighted.
"You make me nasty," Rooster whispered back.
Now Rooster is just driving around. Really, he could've been home a little bit over half an hour ago. But you're sleeping so soundly, so silently, so still that he can't bring himself to make the turn into the neighborhood. He just keeps making turns, chewing on a cigar as he listens to the radio on low.
He can feel every precious breath falling from your lips, all soft and delicate and warm. He's stroking your hair with one hand while he steers with the other, his own eyes growing heavy.
He glances at the clock--it's almost two.
He's just about to turn around, to finally start back home, when you turn your face suddenly. He looks down at you, brows raised in surprised, and you're blinking up at him with your eyes shining and bleary.
"Roo?" You whisper, slurring.
"Yeah, baby?" He responds, cupping your cheek.
"I love you so much," you whisper. "I just...I don't know what I'd do without you, daddy. I think I was lost before, you know?"
And then you're turning your cheek again, lulled by the movement of the car and Rooster's scent and the radio softly playing. You're warm all over from this love, from him, from the protection you feel.
Rooster's shocked for a moment--too stunned to speak. His heart is beating so hard, so fast, that he thinks it might fall out of his chest and into your hair. Squaring his jaw, he holds your hair.
"I'd do anything for you," Rooster whispers to you, though he knows you're sleeping again. A passing streetlight makes your face glow gold. "You saved me, baby. You saved me."
Rooster digs you all the time--in every state, in every way, in every fashion. But right now, right this second, it's the most he's ever loved you.
This feeling, that overwhelming affection that chokes him and coaxes him and makes him feel like his skin is being lit on fire from the inside out, swells up in him at least twice a week. And even thought it happens so often, he knows that it is true every time.
You snuggle further into him, deaf to his words.
"I love you," he finishes. "I really, really love you, Cherry-baby."
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☿ 𝐚/𝐧: this is NOT a chapter obviously!! this is just a little oneshot that takes place sometime between chapter six-eleven. you can decide when!! it felt so good to get back into writing them!!
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puppetmaster13u · 1 year ago
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You know what idea I just had while on like 3 hours of sleep?
Polycule between Bruce, Clark, Harvey (& Two-Face) and Lois. Can you imagine the utter chaos? Lois suddenly has an extra bit of attention when she marches straight into a crime-den because here comes Two-Face following her because he finds her hilarious.
Both Lois and Clark are suddenly so much more trouble for the people breaking laws because Harvey is a lawyer, he knows all these laws and can tell them exactly which ones are being broken and where to look.
The batkids finally have reporter people around who aren't rude or in their face and don't bat an eye at their shenenigans! Bruce has partners that know about his vigilantism and doesn't try to convince him to stop- though definitely gets him to take care of himself.
Both Harvey and Two-Face have people who don't care about their scarring or that they're two people in the same body. And look they don't approve of Two-Face's growing criminal empire, but he treats his goons good for the most part, and as long as lines aren't crossed then it's fine, they guess. But he's sleeping on the couch if he robs another bank.
Also can you imagine the hilarity of people trying to wrap their minds around this and coming to the conclusion that not only are the three of them dating, they're also dating Superman and Batman, and obviously Bruce and Two-Face are their sugar daddies. Obviously.
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butdaddyilovehimmm · 20 days ago
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captain039 · 2 years ago
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The proposition
Misha Collins x reader
Warnings: Sugar Daddy AU, age gap, daddy kink, smut, sexual things, first times, dirty talk, daddy dom, slightly little reader, anxiety and depression, mental health issues, swearing, feels
Have you seen the gifs of Misha as Harvey? HAVE YOU SEEN THE TITTIES ON THIS MAN, I mean….. man you could bite into that shit, the broadness mmhmm, the absolute unit on this man’s upper body is magnificent 👌🏻
Idk how the fuxk sugar daddy's work🤣
Also re-wrote it.
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Honestly, you’re not sure what propelled you to do this, in fact, it was seriously stupid considering you had no idea what you were doing. Your best friend was on your bed by you, on her phone as you were.
“We should get sugar daddies,” she said and you laughed.
“Why so we can go shopping every day? We have anxiety” you stated and she huffed.
“Yes well, more money less anxiety” She grinned and you rolled your eyes.
“Go ahead I’m happy where I am,” you said scrolling through TikTok.
“Mhm, for real though,” she said suddenly serious as she sat up. You frowned closing your phone and looking at her.
“I’ve done research,” she said and you raised an eyebrow.
“Research? On sugar daddies?” You said and she nodded.
“You’re serious?” You added and she nodded.
“I’ve already contacted one, we’re meeting this Friday,” she said and you stared baffled.
“You what?!” You said and she groaned.
“I knew this is how you’d react” you sighed flopping back on the bed.
“It’s a random rich guy!” You said and she ignored you.
“You’re so gonna get kidnapped, or killed! What if he’s a hitman?” You panicked and she gave you a raised eyebrow.
“I’m coming” you stated and she huffed.
“No you’re not” she sighed.
“Yes, I am! I’ll be suspiciously in the corner” you said.
“Hoodie and sunglasses” you added and she sighed.
“Fine you can come just in a different car and no suspicious clothes, wear something nice it’s an expensive restaurant” she said.
“I don’t have money for that!” You groaned.
“See!” She rolled her eyes.
“Fine give me some of your money,” you said turning on your phone again.
“I’m the sugar baby, not you, get your own” she huffed and you groaned.
“Ugh fine, look I’ll transfer some money to you, just order a drink or something at least” she sighed tapping on her phone dramatically.
“We’re gonna die” you groaned.
“We’re not gonna die, Jesus Christ” she shook her head.
“Go to sleep” she said turning her phone off and turning her back to you. You mumbled a ‘you go to sleep’ before turning off your phone and getting comfortable. Maybe a sugar daddy wouldn’t be so bad.
Friday came too quickly and you panicked as your best friend dressed up. She had heels, makeup a nice fancy dress and you contemplated jeans and a plain top.
“No,” she said suddenly throwing your clothes back in the tomboy and going to your wardrobe.
“I’m not the one meeting him!” You said.
“No, but you’re not a hobo,” she said.
“Could be” you grumbled as she picked out a nice dress you hadn’t worn in ages.
“Fine” you huffed taking it. You put some smaller heels on and struggled with them before putting on some makeup also.
“Do you have a purse?” She asked going through your wardrobe.
“I have a backpack?” You said and she shook her head before making a triumphant noise. She found an old small leather handbag in one of your boxes and chucked it at you.
“Shit,” you said failing at catching it.
“Come on we’re gonna be late” she said already heading out your door.
“Ok bye” you rolled your eyes taking one last look in the mirror.
You arrived in a separate Uber, and looking at the seriously fancy restaurant you felt seriously out of place. You groaned quietly, your friend had made a booking for you. You headed to the receptionist and said the name it was under before the woman led you to a small table nearby. You spotted your friend and an attractive older man with her. They’d already greeted and were in conversation. You tried not to be obvious with your hawk stare, every time the man looked over slightly you quickly snapped your head away and sipped your drink.
“You’re not very discreet” You jumped a mile at the voice and spilt drink on your dress. You cursed going to grab the small napkin only to be beaten. You looked up seeing a man there, he looked guilty as hell as he handed you the napkin and apologised.
“I’m so sorry,” he said as you soaked up the liquid.
“It’s ok” you muttered, it wasn’t really ok. Your best friend had glanced, but ignored. You liked this dress and now it was stained. No way your stain remover would get that out. You tried to keep it covered with the napkin but sighed. You frowned and froze though when a jacket went around your shoulders and covered the damage. You stared at the man who smiled apologetically.
“Misha,” he said and you frowned.
“My name” he chuckled and you made an ‘o’ face like an idiot.
“Sorry, Y/n,” you said and he held his hand out. You expected a handshake but instead, he kissed the back of your hand making you flush.
“Allow me to pay for a proper cleaning and a new drink,” he said and you just nodded too in a daze at the kiss.
“May I?” He asked pointing to your seat and you nodded.
“Don’t worry about cleaning or a drink it’s ok” you quickly said gaining your wits back.
“Please I insist, perhaps a lunch too?” He asked smiling.
“I can’t afford lunch, listen I’m just here as backup” you whispered and he raised an eyebrow intrigued.
“That’s why you keep watching the couple over there intently?” He chuckled softly.
“Not a couple, yet, I don’t know, she’s my best friend I said id watch her back” you spoke softly and he nodded.
“Though apparently me spilling my drink over my favourite dress is not important to her” you huffed leaning your arms on the table.
“Bitch” you mumbled and he laughed before you realised what you said.
“Sorry I’m so sorry, god” you groaned quietly wishing the ground would swallow you up.
“It’s ok” he smiled.
“I’m sorry about your dress again, and scaring you, I should’ve realised it was a serious job,” he said and you smiled shaking your head.
“I’m overprotective and the overthinker in this relationship” you chuckled.
“It’s good to be protective, overthink, not so much” he said and you nodded.
“Would you like to order?” The waiter came over again.
“No thank you” you smiled as he turned to the man across from you.
“My treat, can’t have you hungry on a mission” he smiled and you debated.
“I-“ you sighed nodding your head and giving in as Misha smiled happily. The waiter handed you menus and you ordered a simple meal, well the cheapest one you could find, geez Food was expensive here. You also ordered a Coke this time, not wanting to spill another fancy drink.
“Thank you,” you said quietly.
“My pleasure” he smiled his eyes softening. You wondered why he approached you? He clearly had money and was well standing. You were a street rat compared to him.
“You’re not comfortable here,” he said and you nodded.
“Have I made you uncomfortable?” He said frowning.
“No, no, I’ve never been here, never would be here if it weren’t for my friend uh- it’s not really a situation I can speak about” you said embarrassed. Sure just blurt out your friends meeting a potential sugar daddy, great conversation.
“Oh why is she giving that face” you muttered seeing your best friend's face change. She quickly hid it though and smiled making you sigh.
“Don’t go and save her just yet” Misha commented and you hummed.
“No she’s uncomfortable” you finalised seeing her fiddle with her bracelet, licking her lips too much and the slight frown she had, along with the slight leg twitch she got.
“I can’t ruin this for her” you groaned softly as the waiter came and laid down your plates.
“She’s alright,” Misha said giving a glance.
“What if she’s not?” You sighed, her movements changed and she was smiling again and not uncomfortable.
“Huh,” you said confused.
“That guy must be good” you mumbled more to yourself as you ate. Misha laughed and you honestly forgot this man was there and bought you lunch, you are a stranger.
“I’m so sorry, you bought me lunch and I’m just-“ you babbled and slowed your eating.
“Just sharing my best friend's date and my overprotective issues” you cursed yourself silently.
“I’m eating like a dog too” you mumbled feeling embarrassed. You grabbed a napkin and wiped your mouth sighing.
“Sorry I’m not very lady-like,” you said placing your fork down and feeling uncomfortable eating.
“This is why I’m alone” you mumbled more to yourself and he frowned.
“Sorry,” you apologised.
Misha smiled softly at you. You were a funny woman, highly loyal and protective of your friend it seemed, maybe a little too much.
The moment you walked in you caught his eye, not fit in for this type of establishment, the way you moved awkwardly avoiding touching anything when you sat down and your eyes went wide reading the menu before ordering the cheapest alcoholic drink you could find. You sat nervously, glancing too often at another couple, it got him curious as to why you kept looking their way. A friend of his or hers, hers you kept looking at her worried and him with defensive eyes. He knew the other man, a business partner, a wealthy man. He knew this kind of meeting, having been there before a couple of times with a younger woman in need of some extra money. You thought he figured you’d meet someone too sort of a best friend thing, but no after ten minutes of your constant glancing he decided to approach. He scared the life out of you, your drink flew on your dress and your eyes went wide with fear then sadness. He felt horrible, the way your eyes looked at your dress, a favourite of yours by the looks you gave as you tried to clean the stains. Your hands were shaking as you tried to ground yourself quickly. He sought to comfort you but knew that it would be inappropriate. You declined his offers before spilling the truth as to why you were there and the lack of funds yourself. You weren’t focused on him, more babbling in a cute way to voice your worry. When you finally gave in to his offer for food and drink he felt good inside about helping you. When you said that’s why you were alone it broke his heart, a young beautiful thing like you shouldn’t be alone and he knew how to fix that.
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hainethehero · 2 years ago
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I've recently started watching SUITS and the chemistry between these two is absolutely insane. So I was inspired to create this because Harvey gives off pure sugar Daddy vibes to Mike's sugar baby and its fun watching lil blue eyes squirm and beg for praise while big-shot suit guy toys with him in the most adorable & endearing way.
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livenowthinklater333 · 6 months ago
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hey!
prettylittleangel333 → livenowthinklater333
about me →
she/her, june baby, big three - cancer sun, leo rising and aquarius moon, slavic (macedonian), american moved to aus (melb), minor, enfj, obsessive playlist maker, y2k coquette (ish) girly, pinterest whore, older sister, delulu and hopeless romantic, aaron hotchner's, spencer reid's wife and harvey specter's, wife (real!), obsessed with ribbons in my hair, #1 it's nice to have a friend defender
just me ranting about life - this is a safe space for anyone and everyone ! 💙
fandoms →
music → taylor swift, lana del rey, tate mcrae, twenty one pilots, olivia rodrigo, sabrina carpenter, arctic monkeys, the neighbourhood, isabel la rosa, remy bond, chase atlantic, charli xcx, kacey musgraves
books → charlotte holmes series, inheritance games, murder most unladylike, to all of the boys i've loved before, agatha christie in general, a good girl's guide to murder, love on the brain, you and me on vacation, this time it's real, the american roommate experiment
right now →
watching → criminal minds season 8
reading → the tenant of wildfell hall - anne brontë
listening → routines in the night - twenty one pilots, clancy
dni:
transphobic, homophobic, misogynistic, the usual
nsfw blogs/sugar daddy blogs
25+ blogs unless i interact first/we're moots
rude blogs will be blocked
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finniestoncrane · 1 year ago
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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
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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.
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clownandout · 6 months ago
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I just realized that with almost every villain pairing I ship, the Joker is basically a brat with an unwilling sugar daddy. Harvey? Sugar daddy. Lex? Sugar daddy, for sure. Penguin? Most unwilling sugar daddy in the world, but a sugar daddy nonetheless. Harley? Well, he's the unwilling sugar daddy in that one.
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