I belong in a trash can so here it goes

“Shit…fuck!”

Eddie threw himself off the bed, hunched over, face red as he stuttered out vague and generic apologies, interspersed with his yelling that you should have knocked first.

But you hadn’t really expected to walk into your own bedroom, in your own apartment, to find Eddie not only masturbating in your bed, but his mouth open wide in a stupid grin, a pair of your panties wrapped around his fist, the fabric stroking along his shaft as he moaned at the touch.

“You broke into my apartment?”

He held his hands up, a sight to behold as he stood by your bed, shirt on but completely open, nothing on his lower half, dick still hard even after the shock and embarrassment of being caught, your underwear hanging from one of his hands.

“… Uh… Well, technically I have a key so… not breaking in.”

“I didn’t give you a key.”

“No, I copied it on my own.”

He flashed an uneasy smile, his usual ignorance and charm faltering, obviously well aware that he might have crossed a line with you. But you crossed your arms in front of you, a subconscious attempt to show him you were not warming to him. But his usual default of sleaze managed to break through his endeavour to appear apologetic.

“Ok, if you’re going to yell at me, maybe don’t do it with your tits pushed together.”

A smile crept over your lips, well aware of his predisposal to being sternly told off. He was no doubt already desperate, close to the edge of his orgasm that he was no doubt nearing when you interrupted him. Usually, he wouldn’t take a hint of criticism, a notion of being lectured for something he’d done wrong since he believed he was incapable of wrongdoings in the first place. But at peak arousal, he would beg you to tell him he was a bad boy, to call him filthy, dirty, naughty. And you enjoyed the opportunity to put him in his place just as much.

“Don’t speak to me like that.”

Eddie raised his eyebrows in surprise, lowering them as he realised he might not exactly be in trouble after all.

“I’m… sorry?”

“Not sorry enough, try apologising properly.”

He fell to his knees on the floor in front of you, ready to lower himself, to make the punishment feel all the more humiliating.

“I am so sorry.”

“Really?”

He stared up at you, hands clasped together, resting on your thighs, his eyes wide, hair falling in front of them as he nodded his head profusely.

“I am, I really am. I’ll do anything to make it up to you!”

“Anything?”

His smarmy grin spread over his face.

“Anything.”

Slowly, deftly, you undid your pants, pulling them down with your underwear and stepping out of them. As he placed his hands on either side of your hips, reaching up to hold you, you gripped his soft, red hair at the back of his head and forced him to you, instantly buckling at the touch of his tongue against you, pushing past your lips into your warm cunt, steadying yourself against his feverish movements.

As you dragged his head up and down your front, his tongue flat against your lips, you looked down at him, finding his sweet, green eyes staring right back at you, laughing through his wide open mouth in self-satisfaction and dragging himself closer to you, his torso against your leg, writhing against it desperately.

Yanking his head back, holding him in place while he stared at you, you pouted back with mock sympathy.

“Aw, poor Eddie. Are you desperate?”

He nodded, struggling against your grip. You tugged, pulling him up, his body following you as he struggled to stand, collapsing into you and forcing you against the wall as his mouth found yours, your neck, your shoulders, teeth and tongue over you.

Slick with his saliva and your arousal, you were easy enough for him to slide into as he held your hands against the wall with one of his, the other guiding his cock between your legs and into you, pulling a hiss from your mouth as he pushed into you and against you, the wall at your back stabilising you as he wildly thrust himself over and over.

“Such… a dirty boy… huh?”

You could just about get the words over your lips between your gasps, moans and the way your body was being thudded hard between two solid objects, but he appreciated it, groaning into your ear as he let his mouth hang open on your shoulder, his hair and sideburns tickling at your cheek.

True to form, he didn’t last much longer, a sharp, guttural screech and one final pump before he came inside of you, spilling out over himself and the floor as his roar turned to soft, mewling whimpers.

“I’m… sorry… really s-sorry…”

You stroked his hair, fingers teasing at the ends, stinging as you pulled them lightly.

ivy:

she's soft, and super gentle. treating you as though you were very delicate. very attentive when she's pleasuring you. her method is filled with body-worship, almost aggressively complimentary to the point where you're blushing so hard you might pass out. she takes her time to get to the point which means you're going to be under her spell for a looooooong time. there won't be much noise beyond her praise and compliments and a few hushed moans

mad hatter:

he's uh... all about biting and nibbling. thighs, abdomen, the most sensitive parts of you. it's because his teeth are one of his prettiest feature and they do come in handy when he's teasing you. jervis is super polite actually when it comes to your orgasm. he'll definitely make sure you cum multiple times and that you're satisfied completely. he'll also say please and thank you for letting him get a taste of you

zsasz:

victor gives oral like a feral animal. you'll be spread apart, preferably with a spreader or ropes/ties but he'll force himself between your legs to keep them open if he has to. overstimulation is his goal, driving you mad with his tongue which is constantly out and constantly moving around you. he's greedy, needy and very loud. expect most of your skin to be raw by the time he's done with you

riddler:

very methodical approach when it comes to anything intimate or sexual, so this isn't any different. he's educated and practical, he likes to get up close and personal with whatever it is that he's working with, so your body is nothing different. and since he's expertly skilled with his hands, he is very keen on using them while he's going down on you. in, on, around, whatever he can do to help you along. it's just like flicking switches or tightening screws for him

two face:

harvey, and harv, likes to be in complete control of your pleasure. he'd rather you were tied down for him, but if not, you're definitely leaning back and letting him on top of you, holding your arms away, keeping you exposed to him. he's pretty expert with his mouth, good at being gentle and at being wild, kisses and biting, licking and sucking. he can do it all. two orgasms, always, and plenty of edging and teasing just to really exercise his dominance

harley:

an absolute wild card, although she does have a sort of standard of being sloppy and noisy and a little bit silly. her methods are completely pornographic, very physical, whimsical, definitely skillful. she also giggles during when she knows she's doing something that's really driving you crazy, but her laughter alone and the sort of almsot mocking dominant way it sounds would be enough to have anyone cumming

bane:

gosh he works hard to be gentle, but he can get a bit grabby and desperate the more you moan. knowing he's doing a good job of making you happy is all he needs. he's a big tough guy, but you could have him muttering and mumbling against you while he cums hands-free just from hearing you say his name over and over as you cum on him

scarecrow:

jonathan crane likes to eat cum and i won't hear otherwise. he'll pretend to be uninterested in oral sex, either giving or receiving, because admitting to enjoy it is admitting to enjoying the intimacy that it seems to suggest to him. he'd rather pretend that he likes keeping things between you at arm's length, just a rut to keep his needs in line, but if you get him on his knees for you, he won't stop until he's covered in you, licking it from his chin

penguin: