Guyplas? Plasguy? Sure why not. Got the idea from @baddbirthday and had NO idea this was a thing BUT. I'm nothing if not a multishipper. might as well throw two of my fav dudes together
Summary - Captured by Ras Al Ghul after stealing something very precious from under his nose, Edward Nygma finds that Ras has some very different plans in mind for him than simply taking his head from his shoulders. (4.1k)
(tw for: very dubious consent, temporary slavery, free use dynamics, blowjobs, anal sex, threats of violence, overstim)
This fic was written using the stunning designs provided by @laxi0v0 and her gorgeous artwork which can be found here on tumblr or here on BSky 😩💦
Link to AO3 ☆ Fic Masterlist
"There is no replacing that which you stole from me," Ras spoke steadily and with a neutral expression that was belied by the predatory flash in his golden eyes as he surveyed his willing captive, "but three days of servitude will do well for you, Mr. Nygma. The Demons’ Head does not typically offer such mercies to thieves in the night but it would be foolish to shatter such a brilliant gem without first trying to polish it into something worthy."
"A gem." Edward scoffed, shame sitting high on cheeks to darken the skin there as he struggled to hide the contours of his body beneath the loose, silken garment which he had been forced to wear as he lounged on the plush bed which housed him. The green silk felt like a personal insult, an inversion of his typical costume, as one trembling finger rose to scratch at the side of his thick stubble while Edward made a desperate show of bravery. "I know what it’s like to want to play with your food, Ras. Take your beastly revenge and let's be done with it."
"An emerald," Ras continued his voice only slightly steelier than before as he ignored Edward's words, "that is what I will call you while you serve my needs. Something beautiful, yes, but also imperfect and brittle where it counts. You will be my emerald."
Standing at the end of the bed, Ras presented himself without shame as he permitted Edward to gaze openly at his naked body. His recent rejuvenation had been much needed and the accompanying madness had long since been overcome to allow him perfect clarity once more. Despite that, it had still taken over a month to discover who had dared to defile the initial Lazarus Pit he had intended to use for his revival.
Edward Nygma, as he now named himself since shedding his birth name, had proven a wily opponent but one who had no chance of escaping the full attention of the League of Shadows. Taking the man from beneath the nose of the Detective as he hid himself away within the depths of Gotham’s underbelly was a greater challenge, but time had allowed for Ras to know how to avoid Bruce when necessary – particularly when they were not in open opposition to the other.
“We both know why you have me wrapped up here like a whore, Ras.” Edward spat the words with venom, shame and anxiety making him lash out in that familiar way as he hid his shaking hands by squeezing his fists. “This humiliation ritual will not work. Just fuck me and get this over with.”
The fault was his own. The hubris something he knew would always come back to bite him in the ass. However, his surprise as Ras made his offer was genuine and the cowardly part of himself that could not allow death to claim him reared its head once more as he accepted. Yes, the fault was his own, but Edward could not deny the terrible beauty of the elusive Demons’ Head and that fact alone was enough to irritate him despite his anxieties.
Older than the beautiful compound which housed them, the great Ras Al Ghul held the experience of his years with a dignity that would shame even the most trained royalty. The deep olive of his skin encompassed a tight, lithe body which was littered with dark hair – most of it splayed across his limbs and chest with a healthy trail leading down towards his groin. His hair a stunning salt and pepper mixture, it sat atop his head with a loosely pushed back style which paired with his sculpted facial hair beautifully.
Edward had heard the rumours, knew of the bloodied history which sat behind the League of Shadows, and surprise clicked within his astute mind as he noticed the lack of scarring which seemed to decorate Ras’ body. He would have expected considerable injury, particularly given the Leagues’ fondness for bladed weaponry, but Ras’ skin held an unnatural smoothness which Edward immediately put down to being a side-effect of continued use of those mystical pits of his.
Still unmoving, Ras’ gaze was a deep golden shade, the colour just unnatural enough that being pinned by it made it feel like he was capable of seeing past what stood before him. Edward knew how to hold eye contact, knew how to analyse what his eyes could detect, but the intelligence and experience which sat heavily behind Ras’ gaze made him feel like an ant before a mountain lion. Something insignificant and in an incomprehensible amount of danger.
For his part, Ras regarded Edward with similar interest. He had initially planned to simply kill the dark-haired thief, to take his head from his shoulders and have it known that any who dared to steal from him would be punished with a similar swiftness. However, his investigations into Edward Nygma as a man had proven interesting and he found himself considering a different path as he discovered both the brilliance of his genius – enough to stand against the Detective with some success – and also his undeniable appeal.
A man of taste, Ras was not ignorant to the beauty of both sexes and such distinctions had long since grown meaningless in his many lives. Clearly a man of vanity, Edward played to his strengths and the uncommon shade of pale green which filled his astute gaze was mesmerising as it lay framed by thick, dark lashes that stood out against the soft brown hue of his skin.
Edward was a man of dichotomy; beard perfectly shaped while his hair sat in a messy mop atop his skull, clothing tailored to perfection while he worked in a squalid mess of engineering parts and half-scribbled plans, genius level intellect with no care for the consequences of stealing from the most dangerous man in the world.
He was…interesting.
“So eager to be used. Truly a pity to see such vulgarity coming from lips so handsome.” Ras sounded almost disappointed and something in his tone made Edward bristle anew even as Ras continued, “But you are correct, I have waited long enough. Present yourself on your knees.”
Edward’s heart stuttered within his chest but he knew better than to argue, given how vulnerable his positioning was, and he flipped from his back to his front – drawing his knees up and bending his upper half down until his head was able to rest atop his forearm. His thoughts lingered on the size of Ras’ cock, the length on the longer side and only just thicker than his own. It was manageable, definitely not the biggest he had taken, but he wasn’t foolish enough to think that the great Ras Al Ghul would allow mere physical size to dictate his capabilities.
Now on all fours, it was only when the bed shifted to accommodate a new weight that Edward shivered as he felt Ras finally join him atop the sheets. Cold hands wrapped around his ankles to adjust his positioning, spreading him wider and leaving every inch of him exposed as the whisper of Ras’ skin shifted to ghost along his own.
Thankful for the pillow beneath his arm to bury his head into to hide his shame, Edward hated how quickly his body reacted to the aggressive touch; his spread knees widening as Ras pressed further up between them and his cock twitching as two cool fingers stroked along the rim of his hole with a confident pressure.
"I am certainly not the first to have enjoyed you, that much is very clear to me." Ras offered the words as he teased his prize, "A fact which is somewhat disappointing, but I will live. However, I can guarantee that no other will have touched you as the Demons’ Head will."
Edward wanted to speak, to defend himself from the unspoken accusations, but found himself momentarily robbed of speech as the decades old shame of his choices crept up to strangle his denials. Dark nights of twisting and turning beneath his sheets as the guilt of his days - the violence, the sex, the refusal to follow any law which did not meet his conscious needs - gnawed at what little sliver of his conscious still recalled those early days where his ears strained to pick up the passionate teachings of his Imam.
A sudden thrust of fingers ripped Edward from his musings and he howled as Ras wasted no time in rubbing his digits along the sensitive walls of his ass as he opened him up for his own amusement.
Kicking out at the thick muscle of Ras' legs with one foot, Edward found his ankle once again snatched up in a cold grip which was more marble than flesh as he was instantly thrown to his back before that same icy grip instead wrapped around his jaw; squeezing until the bone creaked and a soft whimper escaped Edward’s lips.
"Act out and this will be a much more unpleasant experience than necessary. Your body is a penance, your consent already provided. The alternative is your life, as you well know."
Frightened into compliance by the steely grip and threat of the alternative, Edward said nothing as he was released and Ras made himself comfortable between his legs – his cock only just brushing off Edward’s own as his gaze remained cautious but defiant as he gazed up at his captor.
Clearly amused by the persistence of his attitude, Ras dropped a hand to Edward’s hair – petting the strands as he would a dog.
“Petulance will get you nowhere. Let’s put those lips to better use.”
His tone hardening slightly, Ras gripped the dark mop of Edward’s hair and used it as an anchor to extract himself from between Edward thighs and push his own body higher until his knees came to rest as they sat either side of Edward’s head. Taking his cock in his own hand, Ras did not miss the way in which Edward’s breath hitched as he swallowed thickly, his eyes flicking between the cock which sat before his lips and Ras expectant face.
“Surely you require no instruction?”
At the disrespectful question, colour flushed high on Edward’s cheeks but he parted his lips and tilted his head to allow Ras to press his cock against his mouth. His cockhead a slightly darker shade than the length, the flared mushroom tip felt like velveted steel as Edward wettened his lips and placed them around it – instantly the taste of salt, of Ras’ subtle arousal filled his mouth and Edward willingly brought his hand to wrap around the base to give him greater control.
A sweet growl of pleasure rained down from above as Edward swirled his tongue around the cock within his mouth, Ras’ approval of the attention making something within Edward’s gut clench as his cock twitched untouched. Oral was a skill, something he enjoyed to share with his partners where possible, and the insane urge to prove himself capable needled at his senses as he used his mouth and hand in tandem as he hollowed his cheeks and allowed his focus on the task to keep his scattered mind from more dangerous thoughts.
The pressure of Ras’ ass as it sat atop his chest was stunning, pinning him into place with such a casual dominance that he couldn’t help but feel that familiar need to submit making his limbs feel lighter than they had any right to.
With a sudden jerk of his hips, Ras buried his cock down past the comfortable barrier of Edward’s mouth and a sigh of pure satisfaction exhaled from his lips as he felt Edward stiffen and buck at the unexpected deepthroat. He did not take any further advantage though, and Ras pulled back almost as quickly – fully snatching his cock free of Edward’s mouth as he appeared seemingly satisfied with the oral pleasure for the moment.
“Hmm, I would like to explore that lovely mouth further.” Ras confessed, his tone a little breathier than it had been before as he ran his own hand across his damp cock and slipped free of Edward’s chest. “But, for now, back to your knees, my emerald. Or I shall continue to see how far it can be pushed.”
Slowly rolling back to his knees as he coughed miserably, Edward brought them back up to the sheets with a cautious, deliberate movement - one which acknowledged the warning better than any lip service could.
“You are cruel.” The words slipped free and Edward cringed at how small the words sounded coming from his mouth.
“No.” Ras countered with a quiet, considerate hum. “Cruelty would be to collar and chain you in one of the guest rooms and allow my personal guard free access to you for the duration of your servitude. That would be true cruelty as they are men of a competitive nature who have nothing but hatred for those who insult and steal from their master. Their punishments would be more creative in nature, your three days dragged by misery.”
Edward could not deny the thrill of fear which shuddered up his spine as he considered that option. He had stolen from the Demons’ Head. A necessary theft but one which always contained the potential for serious consequences. Initially, he was pleased that Ras has simply not removed his head with his sword but to listen to him speak, Edward realised that his current predicament was one which could become significantly worse.
“I,” Edward faltered for a moment but swallowed hard to maintain his dignity, “wouldn’t like to see that happen.”
“Then continue to please me and it will put those cruel thoughts to rest.”
As he spoke, Ras spat on his fingers and the sound was so vulgar and unexpected that it drew a soft gasp from Edward’s lips as he tilted his head back to watch as Ras once again returned his fingers to his ass – spreading his saliva across Edward’s pulsing hole as he gently inhaled at the soft touch.
“I do not plan to harm you,” Ras confessed, his voice firm, “but I will not hesitate to discipline any disrespect and my discipline is harsher than you may anticipate.”
I’ll be good. A silent voice in Edward’s head, one he could never dignify with actual audio. Instead, he simply nodded and his beard scratched at his shoulder as he did so.
“You will take what I offer and nothing more.”
“I understand.” Edward moaned as the tip of Ras’ cock pressed teasingly at his hole, preparing to enter him by running across the rim of his ass before again pushing gently at the tight ring. For his part, Edward relaxed himself as much as possible – his cock twitching as it stood, hard and untouched against his stomach.
The flared head of Ras’ length slipped within his ass with only a little pressure, the sudden fullness taking Edward’s breath from his lungs as discomfort gave way to a sharp, familiar pleasure. Content with his claiming, Ras moved slowly as he pushed his cock deeper before pulling free enough to sink himself another half inch with every roll of his hips.
Unaccustomed to being treated with such delicacy, his usual hookups a drunken mess of shame and passion, Edward pushed back greedily – chasing the roughness which he deserved as he accepted that this was happening no matter what. However, a sharp slap to his ass paused him in his tracks, the blow stinging immediately as he felt the skin grow warm and reddened despite the obvious restraint which Ras had shown.
“Settle down, ya zumarudati.” Ras spoke the term of endearment with a harshness that made Edward cringe as he clenched his ass around Ras’ cock anxiously, afraid of a follow-up strike. “Three days and I will not be rushed in my claim of you. Such brilliance and yet so impatient and tainted by wicked selfishness.”
Ras resumed his slow pace with a casual ease, soaking in every inch of the velvety heat of Edward’s ass as it swallowed his cock like it was built for it. His strokes were long and deep, his thumb pressing the skin just above Edward’s hole as he watched the muscle there flex and clench around the his cock.
Writhing against the bed as his lower half was held in place by one of Ras’ steely hands, Edward’s cock bounced against his stomach with every thrust and the sensation of his cockhead rubbing off his skin was slowly driving him insane as he tried to focus on the cool sensation of Ras’ groin as he bottomed out against his own ass.
“Do you feel me, Edward?” Allowing his accented vowels to slip around Edward’s name for the first time, Ras purred the word like a cat who had caught a particularly interesting canary. “Silence is hardly one of your virtues so answer me now.”
“I feel you.” Edward gasped, his fingers curling into the sheets. “I feel it all.”
The cock within his ass shifted and with it came a new angle which caused the flared head to brush roughly against his prostate, a sensation which sent a bolt of pure pleasure through his spine and forced his cock to jerk and twitch as it pushed him suddenly over the edge – his release splattering on the silken sheets below as Edward’s knees almost buckled at the feeling.
Ashamed at having come so easily, Edward was once again happy for the pillow propping up his head as he buried his face in the soft fabric to hide his burning cheeks.
“We are well past shame, my emerald.” Ras’ voice rasped, some of his composure slipping as he tightened his grip on Edward’s hips. With one fluid motion, he swapped their positions – the easy show of strength making Edward yelp as he now found himself straddling Ras with his knees spread on either side of his hips. His cock hadn’t even slipped free and Edward took a moment to appreciate the skill on show before he took in the sight below him.
Ras’ hair had grown slightly dishevelled from his ministrations and that slight imperfection only served to give him a roughened look that paired with the look of utter concentration which sat on his newly predatory features. He looked powerful and Edward couldn’t help but bring a hand to settle down on his chest, his fingers lacing themselves within the salt and pepper hair which littered the skin there.
Pleased with the touch, Ras slowly pushed his hips higher – allowing for a more slow and steady pacing as he enjoyed this new angle. Still sensitive from his earlier orgasm, the need in his cock grew impossible to ignore and Edward chose to put his free hand to use since Ras was doing most of the work as he fucked himself up into him.
Edward wrapped his hand around his own cock but he had barely managed a single stroke when he found his hand pulled free and pinned to his stomach with inhumane strength.
“Still, you take from me without permission.” Ras snapped, his handsome face stern and steeled. “Perhaps a less pleasurable lesson is necessary to instil some discipline in such a selfish hound.”
His cock throbbing, untouched, as Ras continued to fuck up into him with a steady rhythm and pressure – the lack of stimulation brought a dampness to Edward’s eyes as he rolled his hips and gazed down at Ras with open desperation.
“It’s not enough. I’ve done as you’ve asked. I need-” He cut himself off with a shudder as Ras’s cock brushed his prostate with deliberate precision.
“I had considered taking your head before this arrangement was reached.” Ras spoke the words with a casualness which belied the horror of the confession. “You would have knelt, begged forgiveness, and I still would have taken it without hesitation. This is mercy, and still, you show ungratefulness. Even so, I would like to hear how sweetly you beg.”
Flashing his white teeth, the canines sharper than the average man, Ras pulled one hand from Edward’s hips as he instead wrapped steely fingers around his swallowing throat – drinking in the look of horror which dawned in Edward’s features as he realised how close he had come to a horrific fate.
"Ask it of me. Beg for permission."
"Please."
Ras thrust even harder, an unspoken warning that Edward should mind his tongue making his movements rougher even as Edward's ass pushed out to meet his punishing pace, "Ask it of me with the respect I deserve, my emerald."
"Please! Please," Edward begged, his dignity shot and voice strained with pathetic need, "show mercy, sayidi."
Purring at the respectful title, Ras let the word sit heavily between them for a moment as he rolled his hips and finally dropped his hand to Edward's straining cock to provide him with a little relief. Thankful for the touch, Edward's length instantly jerked as a visible twist in his features allowed for a keening cry to slip free of his lips.
The thick scent of incense and sex hangs in the air as both men push themselves to a mutual finish. Despite his intentions to just get through it, Edward couldn’t deny that Ras knew what he was doing as his hands worked in tandem with his cock – his thrusting always pairing with either a gentle stroke of his cock or calloused fingers nipping at the sensitive buds of his peaked nipples.
Before too long, Ras’ breathing shifted into something much more agitated as his thrusting grew rougher. His fingers tightened against Edward’s hips as they latched to the flesh there, his strength so absolute that he essentially bounced Edward on his cock as he chased his release. For his part, Edward’s toes curled into the sheets beneath them as he dangled on the edge of his second orgasm – just waiting to be pushed over.
Ras came with a low growl, the sound hissing free of his gritted teeth as he made no effort to pull free of Edward’s ass, rather, thrusting himself harshly to ensure that every inch of his cock was buried deeply as he painted the inside of Edward’s ass with his release. Atop him, the additional heat burning through his gut was enough for Edward to instantly reach his own peak; his cock bouncing off his stomach as what little cum Ras had not already drawn from him arced messily across his own skin.
Edward gasped a terrible noise as Ras wrapped one hand around his throbbing cock, gliding across the seed-slicked skin as he quickly forced him into a mild state of overstimulation as his stretched ass and overly-sensitive cock worked against him to shatter what little cohesion remained in his brilliant mind.
After a moment, or it may have been a lifetime, the pressure on his cock was released and Edward took a stuttering breath as his body went almost comically limp – his position only held by the firmness of Ras’ hands on his shoulders and the cock still embedded within his ass. He found himself lowered to the bed gently as Ras pulled his cock free and allowed Edward to fall to the plush bedding with a subtle moan.
The room was quiet, only the sound of far-off clanging chime filling the space as both men quickly regulated their own breathing. Edward took stock of his body, the discomfort in his ass pairing with the residual sensitivity in his cock and chest as he rubbed the palms of his hands across his beard in a soothing, familiar gesture.
To his side and utterly satisfied, Ras made no effort to leave the bed, his body open and splayed in such a way that he clearly viewed Edward as no threat as he lounged lazily against his own bed.
“Three days.” Edward muttered, his body feeling boneless and ass aching as arousal and shame swirled within his gut – the torrid mixture as familiar as the day was long. He could feel the mess which stained his hole, a few droplets of Ras’ release dripping free as he shifted his body to something more comfortable that placed the pressure on his weight on his stomach.
“Three days,” Ras repeated, his golden gaze only slightly darker due to his sated lust, “and then all debts are paid in full. You are not to leave the room and your needs will be met by the serving staff. And you will meet my every need within that time as I see fit. Any engagement, business or pleasure, which takes place beyond that would be at your behest, my emerald.”
Scoffing instinctively, not caring at how rude the sound came across, Edward screwed his feature up into one of distaste even as his cock gave a traitorous throb at the prospect of such a future entanglement.
Put together a little med reminder for my own use, but if anyone else could use it pls feel free !! Batman and Superman would want you properly medicated !
tangentwithtanner
gummygunk
prguitarman
blakekathryn
romaincrisis
yousharknotpass
baratheonpilled
theartofmadeline
