What does aftercare look like with Harv/Twos and Jason (separate)?
Jason Todd/Red Hood
MDNI --- Aftercare Headcanons
Jason feels pretty energized after intense scenes. He won't want to stay still for you, even if you just seek to lay on him. He'll want to cook something for you, or run to the shops to fetch munchies for you, or get you up to play games with him on the couch. He'll want to do things for you, but not in bed.
If you insist that he must stay in bed, fine. He will. But not before getting a massive glass of juice for you both to share. He'll remind you that it's important to stay hydrated. Sex is still a very physically taxing activity.
He'll have his large arms come around you, keeping you in place as he rambles away. He'll keep his voice low, but he'll chat away about nothing and anything, because he can't stand the silence. You don't have to respond, he's very content with hums or nods.
There will be perpetual kisses. Atop your head, along your cheek, trailing your jaw, little breaks as he talks.
If you're still somewhat awake, and his Switch or DS is within arm's reach, he'll hold it out in front of you and have you watch him play some games, his chin balancing atop your head. He enjoys mindless shooters, so you'll have an easy time falling asleep. Besides, gunshots are Gotham's ambience anyway.
If you're a partner who is quite active after sex like Jason, it's shower time, and he'll be very meticulous after caring for any marks or bruises on your body. You can expect some music as well, something soft but upbeat, like lo-fi. Ideally he'd blast some rock, but he understands too much noise after sex can be a vibe-killer.
Harvey Dent/Two-Face
MDNI --- Aftercare Headcanons
NOTE: Two separate sections for Harvey, as it will depend on who is fronting.
Harvey Dent
If his PCD kicks in, Harvey will have performance anxiety, and he'll be asking you if everything was ok. He doesn't want to actually hurt you, and he'll be checking in with your emotions every so often, asking you if he was too rough, too soft, too careless etc. He'll talk about the scene with you, and find out if you didn't enjoy anything.
He's very snuggly, and won't want you to leave bed while he has his after-sex cigarette. He'll keep an arm around you, nice and tight, pushing you against his body.
If you are the sub, which may be most of the time with Harvey unless you are super close with him, he'll be very praising. "You did so good, sweetheart." "You took us so well..." "That was amazing." "You are such a gorgeous little thing."
He'll massage you. He's large and can get quite rough, so he'll offer a gentle massage to sooth any oncoming aches.
He will remind you that you're safe with him as he holds you close, and he'll brush his hand over your face and hair, adoring you, showing you how gentle he can be after a very intense scene.
Two-Face
Not a big aftercare guy. He may want to be left alone, depending on where you are in your relationship with him.
If you're close and he trusts you, he'll want to cuddle with you in moderate silence, preferably with you as his little spoon so he can wrap himself around you like he's your safety blanket.
Don't expect too much affection, but he'll enjoy 'feeling' you and inhaling your scent after sex, and there might be the odd kiss here and there. He'll ground himself with your body, and try his best to be soft with it.
He may put on a film at very low volume. Something noir, or a mindless action film. Something just to have his eyes on, and for you as well.
If you are not close with him, he may offer a drink of water and let you have the bed to yourself. Again, he'll probably want to be left alone as he goes and smokes.
If you are a one-night stand, don't expect any aftercare at all.
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How do you think Jason and Harvey (separately) would feel about male-male relationships? Is the dynamic different when approaching a same-sex relationship to when they're dating women? Are patriarchy, misogyny, and trauma guiding their actions and polluting the waters of love? Does Jason want to let me top him? Will Harvey let me if I ask really nice?
*Rubs hands together.*
Jason Todd/Red Hood
MDNI --- Jason Todd x Male Reader Headcanons
Because Jason never got to go through all of his teen years of finding himself, I imagine he is quite insecure with male relationships to begin with. Yeah, sure, he recalls seeing Bruce at galas with some men linked in his arms, and he knew it was as normal as any other relationship, but it was mostly women with him at those events.
Jason still loves women (and personally my Jason is bisexual with a slight leaning towards women), but he's deathly curious about men. He doesn't know why he enjoys watching two men together intimately, but he does.
He's perplexed though. He grew up half on the streets and half within the confines of Wayne Manor, listening to gossip. He's seen and heard things from nasty people about the gay community. Would Gotham perhaps be a bit more lean on gay culture? Sure, they have much bigger shit to worry about than adults minding their business. But even if it's not as 'bad' as other places, it's those sexist/needling comments that stick with Jason.
But Jason is all about fucking the rules, so he doesn't care too much in the end.
With female partners, he tends to be dominant, or a power bottom. It's what he enjoys, and what he is used to. But with men he may feel he can try different dynamics. He is never quite sure how to properly 'act' in a relationship regardless, so with a new male partner he may be completely flummoxed as what to do. He'll be thinking, "ok, I saw this in porn, but now that I'm here..." or he may lay there and wait for you to do something first.
With a male partner, he may act like a 'bro' at first. He'll smack your shoulder and grind his knuckles into your head, while with a female partner he makes an earnest attempt at being 'gentlemanly' (it fails, because he is kind of a loser in relationships).
Letting someone top you is an extremely vulnerable position, and Jason - who has lived his whole life being vulnerable - may not be too keen on this at first. But as the relationship blooms and he learns to trust you, he will want to experience what being vulnerable (and enjoying it) is like.
He's never been able to appreciate the male body like this before, he's quite... entranced by you. He'll run his hands over your body. It's a new and exciting experience.
If he's domming a male partner? He's going to have fun first. He'll play and wrestle with you. Friendly male rivals. He's big, strong, hell toss you around with no issue. He'll make corny jokes about how he's the best Crime Lord in Gotham, and that it's only right that you work *under* him.
He can be rough, soft - really, Jason loves to please, he's desperate for praise, and will match whatever pace you desire, even if he's in charge. With his hand on your cock the whole time, of course, fingering it as he watches you speak your desires intently.
If he's subbing a male partner? Anxious, at first. But then he'll be grinning. He'll think it's adorable that you're giving him commands, until you start to be rough with him. If you're tying him up, expect some resistance at first. You'll have to be *very* gentle in the beginning or else he'll panic. Once you get him relaxed though? He's a brat sub all day long, and you'll have some taming to do.
Harvey Dent/Two-Face
MDNI --- Harvey Dent x Male Reader Headcanons
Harvey is much more secure and experienced in same sex relationships. He loves both men and women, but finds himself in the company of men more as time goes by.
Growing up, Harvey was extremely sheltered about his sexuality. His first crush was Bruce, not that he really knew what it all meant when he was a child, and his alcoholic father would make less than savoury remarks about it (I HC Chris to be quite homophobic... don't know why, it just happened).
Because of this, and his general fear of his father, Harvey didn't get to explore men until he escaped home and went off to university. Even then, it wasn't that much. He was much too work-minded for sex.
But as a career criminal? Oh, yes. He has become well-versed in the male body, and you will feel every good sensation imaginable with him.
With both male and female partners, Harvey is a gentleman. He'll open the door for you, he'll give you his blazer if you're cold, he'll shower you in gifts. With women, perhaps he is slightly more polite, while his experience with men has made him naturally a bit more blunt and forward. So expect a more straightforward and unshy Harvey.
You have no chance of getting Two-Face to sub for you. He is much too spiky and controlling and aggressive. Even if you gently try, he will simply flip you over or toss you into the position he wants. Even if you are close with him, he is much too single-minded (ironically) when it comes to sex. You will serve and sate his desire for control and you will enjoy it.
Harvey is different. As I said in my headcanon post, you need to be the right person to make him sub. Asking nicely won't cut it. He'll smile, pat your cheek and call you an adorable, good boy for even asking permission.
When he's domming a male partner, there will be a lot of praise and love for him. His touch will not leave you. He will edge you until you are crying, and he will give soft reassurance as he does so. It's only when you can't take anymore that he'll give you what you want. He will remind you of how powerful he is in both physicality and status.
But, if you're loyal with him, and show him that you would never do anything to hurt him, you may find him laying down and submitting for you. His trauma makes submission murky waters, so you'll have to be careful and attentive. It is a way for him to reclaim his body from the trauma that Gotham has thrust upon him, and once he gets into it, he will nod and be obedient and perhaps even beg for you to be rough. In fact... he quite loves it when you're rough and merciless with him. But don't tell anyone.
Hehehe size kink with Harv and Scarv make brain go burrr. I'm a short girlie already so head goes big brrr
I've said it before everywhere, but a small Harvey just seems so off to me now. I cannot wrap my head around him being smaller than Bruce anymore, it looks so strange to me now.
Perhaps it's because my first *full* exposure to him was Telltale, a game in which he has been estimated to be between 6'5"-6'8", but he has also been very tall in a lot of other of his appearances as well.
But, God, yes.
To me, he has large, elegant hands like this. Veiny, some of the hair visible along the side.
They roam and slide over your body, invading the space of anywhere they touch. Your thighs, your waist, your arms, your chest. He can grope you effortlessly, manhandle your effortlessly. He could sling you over his shoulder like a caveman and take you where he damn well wants.
When you sit on his thigh, you look like a little doll or side accessory for him. He's trailing his fingers across your stomach, as if contemplating how a little thing like you is going to take him.
His coin is a 1922 silver dollar, which is a very large coin, but he makes it look like a 50p coin as he twirls and rolls it between his fingers. And if you are allowed to hold it, it's a lot heavier than you thought...
You feel so safe beside him when out in public. His arm around you is like a shield, and you have to bend your head back to gaze up at him. He'll bend for you, to reach your height, so that you can kiss should you want to, and the way he holds your face; it's like a protective mask covering you. It's gentle, it's considerate, it's like this:
Because he's so large, his suits are all custom tailored, and should he give you his blazer when it's raining or cold while out, you feel like you have a whole blanket on you. It's like you shrink with his clothes on.
In bed, it's overwhelming. If he's on top of you, you're completely blanketed. It's this colossal weight just moving over you, he's like a bull, or a storm cloud shading you in its shadow.
Getting inside you has a whole ritual. He has to make sure you're completely open and ready for him, otherwise it will hurt. His large hand is circling your inner thigh and slithering up to your stomach, back and forth, and he's constantly angling and shifting his hips so his entrance is easy on you (if he's feeling nice). Then, when he is inside, you feel full already. It's like your insides are being gently spread apart by a vice.
Sometimes he's self-conscious. He's had complaints from partners before, telling him to stop, that it hurts, that they can only take half of him. He is well aware of his size, and he will either use it against you to make your kink go crazy, or he will be considerate and gentle so that you can appreciate every inch of his body.
Afterwards, his chest is practically a whole pillow for you, and it's amazing to listen to his heartbeat thud against you like a drum, to be so close to such a large, secretive man and to hear the very thing that keeps him alive and powers his mass into pleasuring you.
Ok so we've seen how Harv deals with insecure s/o, but what about reverse? When Harv is feeling not up to sex due to trauma or just insecurity. Like he's fully baring him to just get on with it but s/o is like 'nope your not into it, come on we are watching a film instead.'
Harvey Dent/Two-Face x Reader
MDNI --- Two-Face x Gender-Neutral Reader --- Established Relationship/Angst/Comfort --- 700 Words
âWeâre not doing this,â you say, voice cold, swinging a leg off of Harvey.
He remains there, in the barely creased sheets of the bed, and his pupils are hardly visible through the glaze of his eyes. Heâd been dissociating, and as silent as a graveyard. How tragic, because by God, he did look gorgeous there, the way he lay, his large body on display like an art exhibit, and just like such an exhibit, heâd been still eerily still.
âJust do it,â Harvey groans, and he props himself up on one elbow, though that far-off look doesnât leave his face. Itâs like heâs miles away from you.
âNo.â
You pull on your underwear, lips pressed together in an unimpressed line. Youâd manage to get on top of him, his cock inside you, but when you started riding you knew something was immediately wrong. Heâd gone limp, and a pang of disgust had hit your stomach, and the thoughts came rushing.
Had you said something? Done something? Had you both taken drugs? Drank? Pressured him into it? Why wasnât he moving? Why wasnât he speaking? Why wasnât he touching you back? Why wasnât he happy?
âWhy not?â Harvey asks, though there is no genuine interest in his voice. Itâs low, mumbling, as if he was a child whoâd been scolded.
You spin around. âBecause you scared me. You looked like you were drugged. And you werenât responding to your name.â
Harvey pauses, emotionless, and itâs clear heâs constructing a lie. Normally he was a fantastic liar. But not when he was like this, and youâd learned that quickly.
âJust tired,â comes the lie. âJust tired, sweetheart.â
His voice is rotted with something else. Guilt, shame, embarrassment. Something like that. It was more than exhaustion. There was something behind the wall of words, an entire world you couldnât see. What had happened to him? What had brought this on?
âI donât believe that,â you make sure to say. âBut I know you. I know neither of you will tell me the truth, so Iâm not even gonna pry.â Waste of time. âWeâre gonna relax, Iâm gonna make some tea, and weâre going to watch a film.â
Harveyâs lips curve to the side, and he shakes his head. âNo, no, come on. Get back in bed. Look, weâre still hard, come on, doll-â
âExcept youâre not. You went flaccid inside me before I got off, I donât want to hear it, Harv. I wish youâd tell me, but I know you wonât.â
And he doesnât. You make tea, you flick on the TV, and you return to bed, just not with the same objective in mind as he. You hand him his cup â a Live, Laugh, Lawsuit one â and snuggle in beside him, tossing the blankets over both of your lower bodies.
âYou can pick,â you say, handing him the remote.
Youâre given nothing but a grunt, and he starts to mindlessly flick through channels. It was satellite TV; he despised streaming services. So, he does it for a while, and many faces flash by. News channels, TV shopping ads, a jungle, a few gunfights, a cheap B-flick with a horrible monster costume, reruns of old sitcoms, and they all keep going by. His mind clearly wasnât here.
âI wish youâd tell me,â you say, though your voice is lax now, barely a whisper. âI wish youâd talk about what hurts you.â
You run your hand over his chest, raking the hair of his pecs, before bestowing soft, circular massages near his heart, as if it could make it all better. Still, he is silent for a while, and he does not look at you as he flicks and flicks. His body is tight, like a fortress holding on for death against an attack. But you werenât attacking, were you?
You kiss his neck. âI love you. Both of you.â Itâs all you can say now.
The flicking stops. Looks like youâre watching some Judge Judy on extremely low volume. An arm comes around you, and your head is pushed into his large chest, your pillow for the night.
âJust bad things,â Harvey hushes. âJust bad things. So let us focus on a good thing right now, yeah?â
I have had an evil thought... Cockwarming Harvey/Twoface whilst he conducts a very important meeting with his men.
Harvey Dent/Two-Face x Reader
MDNI --- Two-Face x Gender-Neutral Reader --- Cockwarming/Toxic Dynamic/Public Kink --- 1.5K Words
âJust stay under the fuckinâ table,â Harvey snapped.
Well, it was less Harvey, and more Two-Face. Harvey seemed to be dormant tonight, and you wished he wasn't. The coin had come up âbadâ, and his foul mood had been like a storm choking up the office.
"Move and we'll fuckin'-"
He didn't finish. His voice sounded like it had been dragged along glass and cigarettes for miles, and the vibration of it snapped your body into stillness as you knelt like a good partner does under the leg space of his desk. His strong thighs wall either side of you, his fly undone, and saliva dribbled past your lips like some dog.
And like a dog, you had a bone in your mouth: his girthy cock rested snugly upon your tongue.
You had been commanded not to move. Not to suck. Not to lick, hum, taste or swallow his pre. Harvey had scolded you before for being too restless, for moving too fast during sex, for being a âdesperate slutâ, and heâd smacked your ass on the way to his office to warm you up for the challenge. That's what this was, a challenge, and losing it might have meant something worse than death.
Speaking of, he was quite the dribbler, and the salt of his cum coated your tongue. You hoped this meeting was over as quickly as one of Harvâs coinflips. Sitting here was hell. But, who were you kidding? This man was a lawyer, the best, wasnât their thing talking until they had won?
The creak of a door sounded, and your heart stopped. They were here. Footsteps approached, and all you could do was focus on Harveyâs scent that wafted from his expensive suit. Anything, anything other than the fact that strange men were now just several feet away. Yes, Harveyâs scent⌠That faint tobacco, a spritz of expensive cologne, something leatheryâŚ
âSorry for the late one, boss, but we-â
You zoned them out. You needed to, or else you might have made a mistake. Your eyes wandered over Harveyâs thighs, and you weakened as they tensed. Was your mouth that good? Was it making him all tautened? His suits were fitted superbly, and you swore you saw the fabric move from the side of your eye.
They still spoke. Slow breaths exhaled from your nose as you gazed up at him. He did not look down, it was like you werenât there at all, but the tendons of his neck twisted, and his breath was uneasy. He may have been pretending you werenât there, but he sure as hell was very aware of the sensation of your tongue bedding his cock.
Surely a little tease wouldnât have hurtâŚ?
Your tongue gave a light flick over the slit of his tip, rewarding you with a bead of pre. Harveyâs plush lips â what was left of them on that side at least â twitched. A wooden drumming thundered from above: he was throttling his fingers against the desk, no doubt.
â- yeah, boss, and that fuckinâ Cobblepot bastard, he-â
You inhaled Harveyâs scent again, that earthy mix of smoke and cologne, and his cock twitched in your mouth. You look like an open-mouthed sex doll below him, your lips parted wide to take in his length, your eyes like lakes as you slowed your breathing.
Please, you beg to yourself, please get the fuck out. Please.
Harveyâs eyes fluttered down towards you, only for a second, probably less, and it seemed he had gathered all the information he needed. He shuffled in his seat, and his arm reached for something on the desk. You flicked your tongue again, and this time his teeth gritted.
â- anyway, the shipment, boss. Itâll be here, promise, but weâre gonna need-â
Suddenly, his arm came down, and he hovered a piece of paper in your face that was plastered in scrawling, angry handwriting.
Get my cock out of your whore mouth and get on all fours and put it inside you. And no fucking moving.
Your heart sank. Heâd fucked you before, and each time your body embarrassingly lets itself go, like your strings of purity had been snapped. His size and ferocity always hit the right places with ease, and heâd always taunt and laugh at how you rolled your eyes, how you screamed his name, how you were nothing but a cocksleeve for one of the biggest scumbags in Gotham.
Of course you were, and you did what you were told, always. Slowly, you slid his length out of your throat, and you almost choked. Finally, air. It took everything in your power to not gasp as he left you, your hand clawing at your neck as if that would somehow make you quieter. With slow breaths as the thugs jabbered on, you squeezed yourself around in the tight space and slipped your underwear off.
You looked like an idiot down there, on all fours, ass exposed, and youâre reversing into Two-Faceâs cock while his men are none the wiser. Because youâre a whore, Harv would say, we fucked you once and that was enough to get you hooked. Knew it when we saw you. And then you came to us for the second time⌠and you know us, doll. Twice seals the deal.
And here you were, for what, the tenth time? Twentieth? You had lost count.
Harveyâs head stretched you open, and you clamped on your tongue like a vice to stop the pained squeal as you slid along him. Suddenly, his hand returns again, but not to weave a command, rather to squeeze your ass. He wasn't gentle about it, and he kept it there as you strained through sweat and trapped whimpers until a wet click signalled that you had taken all of him.
Harvey shuffled in his seat again, and his cock swerved inside of you, brandishing against your walls, dipping further along your insides. It forced you to arch, to push your face into the carpet and muffle a yelp. He was bigger than average, and he knew it.
The thugs had not left yet. They kept talking, and talking, and Harvey talked too, elaborating, scheming, and every now and then he jerked his seat forward as if he were repositioning himself, but he wasnât â you knew he wasnât. It was like your stomach was being jabbed. Each movement made a soft, wet sludge, only for his ears to indulge in.
Your knees began to ache, so you moved a smidge â just a smidge â and, suddenly, his nails dug into your skin through that tight grip of your ass. Any wrong move at all and⌠well, you didnât know what he would actually do. It may not have been wise to test the waters. Two-Face did not boast the fairness of Harvey, and he could be particularly violent. Violent in the bruising kind of way.
â- anyway, yeah, is that it, boss?â
Lightning in your veins. It was finally ending, and your chest flushed with heat as Harveyâs fingers found your arousal, spidering down your ass, gently fingering and playing with it as his erection laid inside you like a brick. Instinctively, you started to push back, to rock against him, to finally be rewarded with his rough fucking, but youâre pierced: his nails deepen into your skin as a warning, and you-
âOw!â
You cried out, it was sudden, damn it, too sudden, but you clamped your lips as soon as the noise passed. ButâŚ
Silence from above.
It was too late, and your stomach hollowed. It was over, and Harvey cleared his throat.
âApologies, boys, we bought a whore for the night and they ainât doinâ a good job of beinâ quiet.â
His foot stomped beside you as he rasped out his demeaning lie, and the silence from his men was so thick that one could have been drowned in it. You waited for footsteps. You wanted them to leave. They needed to leave. Please donât fuck me in front of them, please-
âAnyway, go and do your jobs. Weâve been disappointed twice tonight, and we need to make amends for at least one of âem.â
More silence, and finally, the cautious footsteps of his men made their way out. Once that office door clicked shut, your pupils dilated, and Harveyâs desk is kicked forward, papers flying, ashtray thudding off the carpet, pens clacking across the wooden floor bordering it. All to reveal you. In the next moment, a weight pinned you to the floor, and a hot breath licked your neck.
âYou couldnât even stay still for a few fuckinâ minutes, letâs see how long you last takinâ us for the next hour.â
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I am obsessed with how you write. What do you think Jason and Harvey/Two Face like to see their partner wear? Including lingerie
Love the work!
For Harvey, anything dual-toned. To his partner it may feel ridiculous and tacky, but to see them be split in expensive fabrics will drive Harv insane. Whether it's normal clothing, high-end gala-wear, or sexy-wear, he doesn't care. He takes it as a sign of respect.
Jason loves piercings (but wouldn't expect his partner to get those), and seeing his partner in his own clothes. If they're drowning in one of his hoodies, he might go crazy. He's also not quite used to partners dressing 'fancy' for him, so if they showed up in an elegant, slinky dress or a fitted suit, he's going to be twitching because he doesn't know how to act.
I'll only update this collection when I have a batch to throw up and feel confident enough to do so. I gulp and look around when I show off degenerate drawings...
None of these are polished BTW. I can't seem to find myself doing polished NSFW pieces. Maybe some day. So, yeah, they're just sketches!
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I've been going through this blog like a addict. And I saw the breeding kink headacnnon, 'that they have very different reasons', what do you mean by that????
LMAO, well, they have their own reasons for being so turned on by it, you see.
This is the post anon is referring to, BTW.
Harvey wants to breed you because he wants to be a father, simply put. He always yearned for fatherhood, and that chance was taken from him. It is the desire to feel normal, to see his partner swell with life that they both created, to carry on a legacy with his partner. To have some order in his world.
Twos wants to breed you because he wants to control your body. He feels he is entitled to it if you have chosen to stay with him. He'll pump you full, the risk invigorating him, and the chaos of what might happen is a huge turn-on for him. There isn't any love behind it, it's animalistic passion.
