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sprite-writes-fanfic · 2 months

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Hey , I was wondering how do you think the Bay Turtles would react to that Tik Tok trend where the gf called their bf their husband ? Like they could be at the lair and April calls reader amd reader is like " Ya I'm at my husbands place " etc.

This is the trend I'm talking about

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeypmGWK/

Very cute idea! Also Bayverse request! 😚👌💙

🐢Calling Them Your Husband🐢

💙❤️Bayverse TMNT x Reader💜🧡

Word Count: 917

CW: Gender-neutral reader, calling him your husband 🥰, fluffy as hell, not proof-read.

TikTok was an interesting platform that you enjoyed scrolling through occasionally, and it wasn’t until one day you stumbled upon the couple side of TikTok. You were planning on scrolling past until a certain one caught your attention, and it certainly got you thinking…

Later that night, you and your boyfriend were doing your nightly activities as you usually did, when you got a sudden call from April. You answered with a smile, “Hey April, what’s up?” You ask, the conversation flowing naturally until she asked where you were at. Without hesitation, you answered, “Oh! Yeah, I’m at my husband's place.” You smile, before glancing over at the turtle beside you, getting the following reaction…

🐢💙Leonardo💙🐢

💙 Leo was staring rather intensely at you, feeling a flood of emotions course through him as he stared at you. He would then let out a soft chuckle, and waited until you hung up. He really liked that, oh he REALLY loved that actually, you saw him as your husband, huh?

💙 Once you hung up, he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you sweetly, “So, what was that about, hm?” He mused, as you giggled a bit. “You want to get married? Why didn’t you just say so?” He smiles, and you couldn’t find it in your heart to tell him it was a TikTok, you just couldn’t, not at the time anyways. And plus, I mean the topic was on your mind after all.

💙 “Oh yeah.” You grin as you draw him into a loving kiss, “Let’s get married?” You ask, smiling at him. A chuckle escapes him and he presses his forehead against yours, “Yeah… Let’s get married.” He swiftly lifts you up, bridal style, “And let’s make it soon. I want this husband title to be more permanent.” He chuckles. (Though you would have to tell him later down the line about this because you felt a tad bit guilty, spoiler; he was confused, but he was fine with it.)

🐢❤️Raphael❤️🐢

❤️ Raph gave you a soft chuckle, before placing a hand on your hip, “Damn right you are.” He smirked down at you. Now this, dear reader, stroked his ego, he absolutely loved it. He waits for you to finish up the call with April, lightly rubbing your skin in a loving manner as he was left with his thoughts for a moment.

❤️ Once you hung up, he kissed your head, “Husband, huh? Get that from somewhere?” He asks, and you couldn’t help but chuckle, “Yes… I did, it was a TikTok idea.” He playfully rolled his eyes, “Now you didn’t mean it?” He teased, making you panic, “Of course I did, Raph!” He let out a small laugh, “Easy, Dollface. I’m messing with you.” He would kiss your forehead, calming you down.

❤️ He was a little disappointed that it was a TikTok trend, but he does have to admit, you calling him your husband certainly felt good. Now he was rather tempted to make you a Hamato, if you catch my drift. But he’d wait, he wants it to be at the right time… For now, he’s just relentlessly bullies you (lovingly) about this for a good while.

🐢💜Donatello💜🐢

💜 Chokes, Donnie literally chokes. He was in the middle of drinking some apple juice when the phrase, ‘my husband’s’, gave him some whiplash with this one. He was choking and coughing, wiping away dripping juice as you panicked and hung up on April to help him, (RIP Donnie, died to apple juice 💀).

💜 Once you finish helping him clean up, he would finally regain his composure, his nostrils still stinging from the apple juice, he asks, “What was that about?” He wasn’t angry, not at all, just really confused about this whole thing. Husband? That’s not the right term, you guys aren’t married (yet)! You end up explaining, “Well�� It was a TikTok trend and I kinda wanted to see how you’d react.” You admit.

💜 He chuckles and shakes his head at this, “A TikTok trend?” He asks, “Well, it certainly caught me off guard… But maybe don’t do that the next time I’m drinking apple juice, it isn’t pleasant in the throat nor the nose.” He warns, making you smile, “Right, sorry Don.” And you kissed his cheek, returning back to your fun nightly activities of working on his latest invention.

🐢🧡Michelangelo🧡🐢

🧡 Mikey goes along with it, he’s seen this trend. He wraps his arms around your waist and leans against your shoulder, speaking closer to the phone, “Yup~ Wifeys at my place!” He grins, and now you were feeling yourself get red in the face, now a little flustered that he went along with it. It kinda made you feel a little giddy inside.

🧡 Once hanging up, Mikey was giving you a smug smirk, “Tried to pull that one on me? Well I’m two steps ahead of you, angelcakes!” He grins as he’d kiss your cheek, making you groan, “Damn it, Mikey. I was hoping you’d be a little more on the surprised side, but alas, you know TikTok better than I do.” Making him laugh and nuzzle against your neck.

🧡 He placed sweet kisses along your neck, “Nah, that just takes the fun out of it.” He grins widely, pulling away to look into your eyes, “Plus, I’ve always wanted to call you wifey.” He smirked again when he saw you blush a little harder, making you sigh, “Fine fine! You win.” You groan, hugging him around the shoulders, as he laughed softly and nuzzled your cheek lovingly.

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kairiscorner · 8 months

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got inspired by this post (THE ONE UNDER THE CUT, THE MAIN POST IS SPOILERS) and the fact that yuichi nakamura (who also voices kuroo) voices gojo made me think of some things.

volleyball player!teen!gojo x cheerleader!reader headcanons

you were always gojo's favorite cheerleader, not because you could jump the highest, smile the widest, nor chant the loudest—but because you hated his guts; you hated him so much that you would blend into the crowd as the rest of the cheerleaders cheered for him so enthusiastically.

he loved it when the crowd went wild after his signature serves, he loves it because you always roll your eyes up at their reaction, thinking, 'he's just some guy, what's there to be excited about?'

he loves how annoyed you get whenever he calls you the pretty little nicknames he gives you, be it "dollface" or "his little cheerleader", he wants to make it known that he adores you, especially when you're being all pouty and pissed off at him for being a showoff as always.

he always puts a little more effort into his spikes and serves whenever you're around or watching, he used to not take practice that seriously, but you being around him did things to him—you made him want to try more so his victories feel more accomplishing and not just easy wins because, he is the strongest player your school's team has.

he's the all-rounder of the school's volleyball team, but he ended up being the wing spiker for the team. he settled for this position not only because he gets to really put his everything into spiking that ball into oblivion, but because he heard from your friends that you like strong guys, strong guys... who are none other than wing spikers in volleyball.

his buddy suguru, that hot server on the team, helps satoru to look extra cool in front of you whenever you're facing the court; satoru playfully warns suguru that if he ever makes him look bad in front of you, he's gonna pay (and suguru just thinks he's being petty and wants him to pay for his ramune during break)

every time the cheerleaders call for him, he flashes them smiles, but when he looks at you, he calls out your name and says in a sing-songy voice, "you're already really cute, but you're even cuter when you look my way!"

he doesn't usually get distracted during plays, but when he hears you scream his name and jersey number because your group encouraged you to, he gets sidelined for one hot second and everything in his composure falls apart; he misses his shot and loses a point for the team, but it's okay, he got to hear you cheer for him, he can deal with a loss if it meant he'd hear you speak his name again.

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musical-shit-show · 3 months

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bad idea, right?

Pairing: Adam (Hazbin Hotel) x Sinner!Reader

Inspiration: Prompts #47 (“you’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”) from Prompt List 1 and #34 (“hate is not the word. i loathe you.”) from Prompt List 3

Warnings: Spoilers for Season 1 of Hazbin Hotel, heavy cursing, homophobic language, Adam is just generally an asshole (duh), mentions of murder, depression (?), angst, digital stimulation, choking, general kinda rough smut (18+, minors DNI!!!)

Word Count: 1,657

Author’s Note: So ever since that Hazbin finale, I’ve loved the concept of Adam getting sent to Hell, mirroring how Sir Pentious was redeemed to Heaven. So, since it’s Hell, I figured this would make sense to have it be a little darker and more mature than my typical stuff. So yeah, minors DNI (for real, I don’t want to have to block anyone). If people like this, I might try my hand at other Hazbin characters if I feel so moved (or if anyone sends in a request). As always, check out my Masterlist, About Me page, and Prompt Lists if you do want to send in a request! Happy reading, you degenerates.

“Would you get your hands off me? I just stepped in the door, asshole.”

“Did anyone see you?”

The door slammed behind you, shaking the walls of the seedy motel room on the west side of Pentagram City. Needy hands were already roaming over your figure, and you groaned in frustration.

“No,” you hissed, shrugging away from Adam’s grasp, taking off your overcoat. It was raining heavily that night, so most of the denizens of Hell had confined themselves to the indoors for the evening. That is if they weren’t working the corner or trying to find their next fix.

“As if I want to be spotted here anyways,” you huffed, “I have a reputation to uphold too, ya know.”

“Reputation,” he repeated, his golden eyes glowering beneath the horned mask that he still insisted on wearing. He chuckled darkly, “If I was seen cavorting around with a fucking sinner, there would be zero chance of me getting back to where I rightfully belong.”

Adam couldn’t fathom how this happened to him. He was then first man, the first human, and wielded unimaginable angelic power beyond comprehension.

But he was taken out by a two-foot tall, one-eyed maid with a penchant for stabbing. It almost would’ve been badass if it didn’t result in his untimely demise.

Next thing he knew, he woke up hours later, his angelic form altered into a tacky red and black cloak and broken wings. He still maintained his gold pupils, a haunting reminder of his previous afterlife.

And now he was a fallen angel.

Fallen.

Fallen. All because of that clit-licker Charlie Morningstar and her merry band of misfits. Which, at the present moment, included you. You had decided to take up residence at the Hazbin Hotel, and it made his blood boil.

So why did he still feel so drawn to you?

“Newsflash, but you’re down here too, dickwad,” you spat, taking offense to his comment, “You fucked up big time going after Lucifer’s daughter, and you’ve got no one to blame but yourself.”

Before you could launch into a tirade, Adam grabbed you firmly, pulling you flush against him, “Ya know,” he purred, “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”

“Pig.”

“Talking back will only make you pay for it later, dollface,” he growled, his dick twitching under his robe as he eyed you hungrily, “And if you didn’t like it, why do you keep coming back for more, hmm?”

You glared at him. The truth was, you didn’t know. He was the antithesis of everything you were trying to work toward; ever since the Princess of Hell had let you seek refuge in her hotel, you felt like you actually could be on the path to redemption.

That is, before you had a chance encounter with a fallen angel—and not just any fallen angel, but Earth’s first man—who also happened to be a massive shithead. You almost felt bad about lying to Charlie and the rest of the crew, but there was something about Adam that made it impossible for you to stay away.

You felt your insides twist as Adam spun you around so your ass was pressed against him, his form much larger and intimidating than your own. You let out a groan as his fingers weaved through your hair, giving it a slight tug as he pulled it back to expose your neck.

He nipped at the sensitive skin by your collarbone, while his other hand deftly palmed around the front of your skirt until it was hiked up to expose your panties. You should’ve been disgusted by the thought of him—and oftentimes, you were—but that didn’t stop your body from tingling with arousal.

He could sense it, the anger radiating off of you. It only turned him on more. These days, he only felt this kind of thrill when he was taunting you, teasing you until you came undone around him.

It was almost as good as when he would come down for his yearly visit, slaughtering sinners with his faithful lieutenant by his side.

Almost.

“Can’t hate me that much when you’re wet as fuck for me, huh hot stuff?” he said, his voice low in your ear. His grip tightened, the discomfort of his clawed fingers becoming almost unbearable.

“Hate is not the word,” you muttered, venom laced in your words, “I loathe you. I should do all of Hell a favor and kill you for good.”

You both knew your threats were empty. Having been an angel, Adam possessed more power than half the overlords of Hell. There was nothing special about you. If he wanted, he could snap you like a twig.

But despite his best efforts, Adam was incredibly lonely. Despondent, even. He didn’t know who he was without his legion of exterminators and Lute.

He had no plan to take over even a measly quadrant of Pentagram City, because he was struggling with the point of it all. Most overlords were now armed to the teeth with angelic weapons, which meant one more stab to the back and he was done for good.

Maybe an end to this misery would be good, but he so desperately wanted to claw his way back to Heaven that it wasn’t a risk he was currently willing to take.

He felt like a pathetic coward. But at least he had you to torment. At least when he was with you, he could stifle the cacophony of melancholia in his head. For a little while, anyways.

“Ugh, I love it when you talk dirty,” he mused, unphased by your aggression as he removed your shirt, exposing your breasts. His fingers moved your clit as he stroked you through your underwear, making you flinch, “Face it, toots. You might not be as fucked up as I am, but you have to admit this is adds just the right amount of spice to your miserable fucking existence.”

“If you’re gonna monologue all night about me being demon scum, I can go,” you shot back, glancing back at him with an annoyed look splashed across your face. “Besides, I told you last time, I’m not fucking you if you keep that stupid mask on.”

The digital façade he wore fell into a scowl, but Adam caved almost immediately and tossed the mask aside, revealing his tousled brown hair and piercing eyes. A five o’clock shadow adorned his face, and you’d almost consider him handsome if you knew nothing about his personality.

He pushed you onto the bed, his fingers threading to grip your hair again, making your back arch. Your comfort was the last thing on Adam’s mind. A part of him actually liked that you fought back against him; being challenged made fucking you even more interesting.

You could feel how hard he was against your ass, and the pit in your stomach started to tense as you felt his cock rub against your folds, your panties now hanging pathetically from your ankles after he ripped them away from your waist.

Satan forbid he actually take off that stupid outfit of his; he had no problem disrobing you, but you didn’t have time to protest. With a sudden thrust, he sheathed himself into you, making you moan involuntarily.

You could almost hear the smirk coming from behind you as Adam began to pound into you almost immediately, his pace steady and rough. “You’re gonna take it like a good little slut, aren’t you?” he mocked, not letting on how perfect you felt around him, “You know there isn’t demon dick in all of Hell that’s as good as the original.”

How this guy got into Heaven in the first place, you’d never know. “Wouldn’t be too sure of that,” you needled as he pulled you to him again, his strokes getting deeper and making your abdomen tighten, “I’ve heard Lucifer is amazing in bed.”

You knew this would set him off; any time you invoked Lucifer’s name, you knew you were playing with fire.

Adam growled in your ear, his temper flaring. His rhythm quickened, becoming more frantic and desperate. You felt your eyes starting to water as he slammed into you, causing your pussy to throb around him.

Before you could utter another insult, you felt his hand finally loosen its grip on your hair and rest on your throat, squeezing the sides of your neck as he continued fucking you from behind.

He wasn’t going to forget that comment, but he could bitch about Lucifer later; he had more pressing matters at hand.

“Doesn’t matter, babe,” he said, his breathing starting to get ragged as he inched closer to coming inside you, “Your cunt is mine.” Adam might’ve been a sadistic asshole, but he was no idiot; he knew you were just as wretched and alone as he was.

You had to be if you were willingly sneaking around with God’s former favorite on a regular basis.

Which suited him just fine. If he was really damned, he might as well fill his time filling someone else.

His grasp tightened around your throat, and you felt your climax building inside you as he rutted against you at a now punishing speed. “Fuck you,” you squeaked out, trying to sound intimidating, but it was hopeless.

You unraveled around him a few moments later, spasming as you gasped for air, the constriction around your throat deliciously agonizing. Adam spilled into you soon after, a low hum of pleasure emitting from him. Him coming inside you was the most intimate he’d get as far your hookups were concerned.

Feeling equal parts disgusted and satisfied, you pulled your underwear back on, resting on your elbows and finally able to look him into the eye again. Even in the lusty post-sex haze, you could feel the sadness in his stare.

“So,” he drawled, leaning down to close the gap between you, “Same time next week?”

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thanks for reading, depraved sinner! as always, please like/comment/reblog if you enjoyed! <3

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sevenbloodynightsvn · 2 days

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Hey! I have two questions I would like to ask... 1- Does Lilith have a yandere side? I saw on your Twitter that you said what kind of yandere each of the guys are. But what kind of yandere would Lilith be, given that you intend to create a route for her in the future?

2- Correct me if I'm wrong but I noticed certain things in each boy's yandere mode.

Like, Eros and Phthonus being more clingy and attached yanderes than truly possessive, making them less threatening.

Belzebub and Ares seem to have a certain amount of possessiveness but it seems more like a desire to keep her close than actually possession.

Hubris being something more intense, a compulsive desire to keep MC safe by being more attentive and much more clingy to them.

And...Morpheus and Mammom being the possessive and very attached type, I think the two will be the ones with the most possessive yandere traits in the game (Morpheus being the most possessive in my opinion).

In short, correct me if I'm wrong but I've made a short order of the most potentially dangerous ones like yandere, most dangerous to least dangerous being a yandere:

Morpheus (My lover baby ♡ *kiss his short forehead*)

Mammon

Hubris

Ares

Belzebub

Phthonus

Eros

Sorry for the long text! I love your game♡♡♡.

Lilith doesn't have a yandere side. Only the vamps do.

Each of the vamps are a different type of Yandere.

Eros is the possessive type. He gets easily jealous and will do anything to keep MC to himself. He won't kill, but he will use his wits, charm, and hypnotism to get others to either hate you or be too scared to come near you.

Morpheus is the shackling type. He wants to keep his doll safe and untainted by the world. He will treat MC as if they were a doll. He's still a little sadistic, demanding that they pay attention to only him because no one else is important.

Phthonus is the submissive type. He will never harm MC, he would never hurt the one he loves. However, if MC were to try and leave him, Phthonus would harm himself to guilt trip MC into staying with him.

Mammon is the delusional type. MC fascinates him and he wants to learn all about them. He enjoys performing experiments on them and loves seeing the expressions they make. He somehow convinced himself that they enjoy it too.

Beelzebub is the intoxicated type. He slowly becomes so obsessed with MC that they are the only person they see. He also becomes addicted to their blood, claiming it taste like pure honey. He will become enraged if anyone were to try and take his dollface away from him.

Ares is a mixture of the shackling and delusional type. I don't want to say much because it goes into spoilers, but I will say that Ares gets really REALLY possessive of you and doesn't like it when you're out of his sight for too long.

Hubris is a mixture of the shackling and possessive type. Again, I can't say much because of spoilers, but I will say that Hubris wants MC to stay by his side always. He wants them to rely on him for everything.

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multiwreckedmess · 1 year

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February Filth Fest - Day 16

Pairing: Jongho x fem!Reader Prompt: Sadism WC: 2.1k Summary: TW/CW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT READ FFS aged up, mafia/gang, gunplay, knifeplay, slapping, spanking, object penetration, aftercare. this one is going to be rough and for sure i’m not going to be able to tw/cw it all. It’s DARK. it’s sadism. I have additional notes/spoil it at the beginning under the cut for those interested.

SPOILER: At the end this is revealed to be a scene between two consenting adults making it more cnc than straight up nc. that said the set up for this is not shown, only the aftercare. scenes like this require setup and trust between the parties that isn’t fun or sexy to write out as a one-shot fanfic.

“Are you afraid?” Jongho leans back in his chair, legs up on his desk casually. You sit opposite him, hands and feet tied to a metal folding chair, jaw set and staring defiantly at him. Your eye twitches. “I’d understand if you were scared. You’ve certainly gotten yourself into a predicament.”

He’d been meticulously cleaning his revolver for the past hour, stripping down almost to nuts and bolts to delicately scrub each nook and cranny with a tiny hard bristle brush. Glasses perched on the end of his nose, occasionally glancing your way. Neither of you speaking, locked into a cold war.

“I assume you know why I had my men so rudely pulled you from your sheets at this hour?” He spins the unloaded barrel, flicking his wrist casually to lock it in place. Aiming at you from between his spit-shined Chelsea boots he mock fires the gun, recoiling with a smirk. You suck your cheeks in, unflinching. It’s not that you’re unaware of your extremely precarious position, dragged to the boss’s office at an ungodly hour wearing only your silk slip, slippers having been promptly removed by force at the door. You are acutely aware of the ledge at which you are perched. It’s that you can’t do anything about it. Your eyes hollowed from interrupted sleep you’ve totally dissociated.

You’ve totally dissociated and Jongho is not happy about it. His smirk fades to a sneer. “Certainly you didn’t think you’d get anywhere in the organization sleeping around my circle of underlings? Loose lips for a loose woman?” His cackle cracks like a whip through the cold atmosphere. “Dollface, don’t you think I’ve got surveillance on all my men? From my personal guards to the lowliest dishwasher. I knew about you the second you got your assignment.”

You’d agreed to be a test case in a new tactic for your department. The thought was frequently the lowest rung of the organization knew more about the true goings-on than the top brass. Janitors, servers, housekeepers, etc. anyone who might not directly deal with the dirty side of the business but certainly would be taking care of the people who did. The underpaid, overworked class of workers. By collecting your intel via friendships and relationships and tangential associations to these people you could stay under the radar longer than climbing the ladder, at least was the theory.

Stalking your chair like a predator you can feel the heat of his gaze scanning you from bedhead to pedicured toe. Resting his revolver on your shoulder he casually leans down, aiming down the barrel at his chair. The sharp click of the hammer in your ear makes you flinch nearly microscopically. His breath on the back of your neck you can sense his silent laughter. “Very cute.”

“You’re not going to kill me.” You stare straight forward, dispassionate, direct. “So cut the dumb shit mind games.”

He steps back from you, almost offended. “You think the games are for you? Don’t you know some bears like to play with their food?”

“You’re not going to kill me,” you reiterate. Jongho sighs, running the barrel of his gun over your smooth skin, flicking the strap of your slip off your shoulder. “You’re right. I’m not. You got me there. I’m going to see how long it takes you to beg me to kill you.” Slowly he lowers his lips, kissing where your strap once lay with a sweet softness. “Alright doll?” You try to keep your heart rate steady, muscles relaxed. Keep your air of indifference as he completes his circle around you to sit on the edge of his desk. Pointed toe of his Chelsea boot secure under your chair he jerks the chair backwards, your head snapping forward bracing for an impact that never comes. A tiny yelp escapes your tensed lips, fingers wrapping around the poles supporting the backrest. as the front two legs of your chair hover in the air. Face burning with shame you can’t look up at him. You broke. You fucking broke and now he knew he could get at you. “I’m going to really enjoy our time together.” He slams the front legs back down harshly.

Casually Jongho reaches behind him, opening a top drawer and unrolling a soft leather wrap case. Unfurling it nearly covers his desk, small glittering silver tools catch what little light there is in the room. It’s clear he takes care of his things. It’s just there to scare you, you silently reassure yourself. “Aren’t you going to ask what I plan on doing to you?” He smirks, leaning over to the side to catch your eyes. “What’s the point, you’ll do it to me anyway.” He chuckles, “you’re smarter than you let on.” Placing the gun on the mat he pulls a small packet from a pouch and rips it open. An alcohol pad. Your eyes flick from the pad to the man as he approaches you, warm palms sliding the hem of your slip up your thighs. Methodically he swipes up and down your inner thighs all the way up to your exposed slit. “W-what are you doing?” “Ah so you ask now,” he tosses the spent sheet away. “Can’t have my playthings getting too dirty you know.”

The glint of a blade catches your eye. A 1950s replica stiletto switchblade. Silver and black and sleek. Jongho drags the point slowly over the freshly cleansed areas of your thighs. “What was your evaluation of me.” Tongue tied, focused on stilling your shaking legs you sit silently, breath caught in your throat. You’re ready to catch the yelp you think is sure to come, the anticipation of the sting almost worse than the actual act. It never happens. Jongho bites at your throat. The action catches you off guard and you moan, leaning into him. “Hm, interesting,” he mutters. “Trust that I already know everything you told your little piggies back at home-base. I mean, what is your evaluation of me?” Keeping the blade flat against your thigh, tip just barely pressed to the crease of your thigh and pelvis, his face is inches from yours. Your cunt leaks embarrassingly, betraying the beating in your chest. “You’re young. And fucking insane.” You nearly spit at him, teeth gnashing. Hand pinching your teeth the tip of the knife digs further into you. You hiss, chest rising and falling with each quickening breath, unable to hold it back any longer. “Is that really all?” He purrs. Challenging his gaze as best you can you don’t make any more to speak. Locked in a battle neither one of you wants to lose. The knife retracts suddenly, moaning as the blade glances your thigh. “I guess we’ll need to warm up those cute little lips of yours.” Jongho tosses the knife to the side, listening to it clatter and skitter away from you. Reaching behind he grabs the shiny revolver, placing the tip of the barrel between your pouted lips. “Suck it. Suck it or I break your teeth trying.” With a sneer you accept it into your mouth, the cool metal tangy on your tongue. Dropping his pinch at your cheeks he palms himself, working the barrel between your lips. Despite the cleaning it still smells like gunpowder and hot steel. Rolling your tongue around the barrel you treat it like a cock, letting him direct the strokes. “Just like that,” he presses the tip of the barrel to the inside of your cheek, pulling it taut, stretching your lips to the side. “See your mouth is useful for something.” He taps the bulge, leaving your cheek hot.

Unzipping his pants he strokes the outline of his shaft, pressed snugly to his hip. “Now where were we?” He pulls the gun from your lips, trail of spit connecting your lips and the barrel. “Warmup. That’s right.” Pulling your ass to the edge of the chair you can feel the trail of wetness sticky on your ass. Jongho slaps your swollen mound, thrilled to see your legs fight to close, blocked by the chair. Your eyes roll as you fight down any noise, determined to remain silent. Jongho nudges the barrel against your clit, the metal having cooled already from the heat of your mouth you shiver. “Just think, all those times you were fucking some underling for an unsatisfactory five minutes you could’ve just had me.” He pushes the barrel into your entrance. It’s unyielding and cold, your muscles clench down fighting the intrusion. “Ride it. Ride it or I fire it.” “You wouldn’t,” your eyes wide you stare at him. Slowly he drags the smooth barrel in your cunt. “From what you know of me, do you really think I wouldn’t? Who are you to me?” Chest heaving you do your best to roll your hips with his thrusts. Confusing arousal and fear tear at your insides, tears welling and spilling over. The ropes at your wrists and ankles rub uncomfortably against your skin, tugging and tense. Burning with shame you sob and cum all over his freshly cleaned magnum revolver. His open palm strikes your cheek with a hefty smack. “Did I say you could cum?” “N-no,” you hiccup through tears. “Hold it.” He props the gun inside you, finally leaving your side. Clenching down you try to fight the slick surface slipping from your walls. Your stomach flexing, brows furrowed, it slowly creeps from you. Legs desperately trying to push together to catch it you squirm and pull. The flat side of a blade slides between your ankle and the metal leg, easily slicing through the taut rope, letting your thighs slap together just in time.

You thought once you were freed of your ropes you’d fight more but your body sits lax in its spot, trembling and pliant. Too mentally exhausted to run you let Jongho move you into position over his desk, variety of implements shoved to one half to make room for you. “Tell me, my first question, what your evaluation of me was. Truthfully. The full thing.” The last defiant bone in your body shakes your head by force of will. “Fuck you.” Jongho sighs, hand wrapping around the hilt of the largest implement in his kit, a cleaver, perfectly polished.

The first smack of the flat of the blade to your ass you’re unprepared for. Squealing your thighs smash into the edge of the desk with a jump. He quickly follows with a volley of four more, counting out loud for you to hear. Biting your lip you fight moans, the sting of each hit setting every nerve alight. “I see why they sent you, fucking painslut.” Nose running, your knuckles go white gripping the wood. “Fine! Fucking kill me! Fuck you!” The flat of the blade comes down again with a hefty swack, forcing a racked sob from your chest. “Gonna cum from that?” Jongho taunts you, slapping your wet slit lightly. “Yes!” The admission has you shaking beneath him, humiliated. “Good. I’m going to count to 5. Then you can cum.” You gulp and brace. Slowly he counts each hit, your legs wobbling, the last sending you limp on the desk cumming around nothing, juices running down your thighs. Grunting Jongho pulls his cock from his boxers, pumping himself quickly as he shoots all over your collapsed body. “Fucking bitch, got my desk all dirty.” He pushes the side of your head to the desk. “Clean it up and we’ll try that question again in an hour.”

The door slams shut heavily and you close your eyes, curling into yourself on the desk. Listening to your own breathing you count down from ten slowly as you exhale. It’s your house. It’s your basement. It’s an antique desk you’d found only months before. The gun is a non-firing replica. The implements are dentists tools you’d bought from amazon. The knife had been ground down dull.

Cautiously the door swings back open. Soft footsteps. A bottle of blue Gatorade with a straw is placed quietly in front of you. Gentle swipes of a warm washcloth clean your raw ass followed by soothing cream. You adjust to the new quiet breathing in the room. Straining to hold yourself up and drink you feel Jongho slide behind you, arm providing support to your ribcage. “Was that okay?” Jongho helps the straw between your lips. “I didn’t- you weren’t really scared, right?” Your face and hair are a total mess as you intertwine your lean more heavily into him. “Can I put your robe on you?” Jongho offers, rubbing the fluffy fabric against your calf. You nod, warm thick fabric weighing you down cozily. “I love you.”

I almost skipped this one full on. I’ve been writing a lot of dom!idol and just felt like i couldn’t innovate on it and didn’t know what to do for Jongho. But that said i think it turned out okay?

Honestly i felt like i needed to write the aftercare for me just as much as the characters.

#jongho smut #ateez smut #jongho x fem!reader #ateez x fem!reader #february filth fest

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matenrou-fan · 1 year

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Ahem...ITS ME AGAIN!!

I really do love your writing so far, LIKE THEY'RE SO GOOD!!

So ummm...can i request for Ramuda, samatoki and gentaro ( again lol, bc they're my fav AHEM.) How will they react when their wife tells them she's pregnant?? Ik its so cringy but QIGSISGAIAHZJS

You can ignore it if you want, and thanks again to your hard work and make me so happy with your writings!!

Ramuda, Samatoki and Gentaro react to their wife's pregnancy

ahhh no!! this is not cringy it's so cute..!! so here, hope you will enjoy it <3 also thank you very much for your sweet words ahh..! you such an angel..♡

femreader, fluff, just wholesome stuff, mention of meds, spoilers for their past/ background??

-I think he's kinda clueless about these things, so when you start to have toxicosis he just thinks you have a fever or something.

-"Ahh! My dollface, what's wrong? Do you feel sick?" - Ramuda keeps jumping around you, really worried.

-Only when you tell your husband about pregnancy, he suddenly gets so over excited.

-It's probably sound strange yet for Ramuda, who didn't have any childhood and normal maturation, it's really interesting.

-"Why didn't you tell me before?! Don't tell me you were afraid or something..!" - he giggles, hugging you tightly. - "Uwa, we have so many things to do now, come on..!"

-That's where Ramuda's whole designer potential comes out. Cause your baby needs to have the cutest room that your husband would style himself, along with all outfits and little toys. Good sense in fashion should be instilled from the first days of life..!

-Of course he would also design some new clothes for you too, more comfortable and oversized so it would be easy to move around for you in the third trimester of pregnancy.

-Also, you would have the best treatment. Ramuda has enough money to buy you all kinds of vitamins and meds, enough time to take you to the hospital almost everyday for different cheek ups, tests, etc.

-Maybe in the beginning he quite didn't understand how hard it can be to you, but now he's learning more and more and trying to support you as much as he can, bringing some sweets after work for your pregnancy cravings, letting you stay the whole day in bed when you feel sick.. Your husband even tries to be more quiet and calm around you now, so you would feel more peace..! He wants you to feel less stressed about this, after all.

-Cause you're the one who helps him feel more needed, to feel more human.. And thoughts about having a big family, his own family with you.. Ramuda didn't know it would bring so much joy to his heart.

-"How you feel today, my dolly?" - he sat next to you in bed with a soft smile. It's so different from his casual wild cheerful smile that you can't help but smile back, pulling him closer to a hug. - "Hehe, if you're good, maybe we should start to think about our baby name? I want it to be super sweet and cute..!"

-You may be kinda nervous cause he's a Yakuza, after all.. What if he doesn't want to have kids at all, due to his dangerous work?

-But you better tell him as fast as you can, cause actually it would hurt Samatoki if you try to hide it.

-"You're pregnant..?" - for a moment your husband thought it was a joke, but your sincere face told him everything. You expect any kind of reaction but suddenly Samatoki drops to his knees, hugging and kissing your stomach. - "I.. Darling, s/o.. I'm so glad.. I love you."

-To be honest, he always wanted to have kids with you, to build a happy family.. He had a rough, terrible childhood so he wants his kids to see only the bright side of this world.

-If Samatoki was soft with you before this now he's even more gentle and overprotective, stoically enduring any tantrums that you might have through your pregnancy. He understands that it's just nervousness and stress and he will never raise his voice back.

-He is a harsh, cold and emotionless leader.. well, outside. When inside he's willing to be your personal servant and do everything you want.

-Pregnancy cravings? He was already in the store, buying what you asked for. Pain in back or legs? His hands are already on your sore muscles, massaging it gently.

-You will not even lift a finger in the house now, as Samatoki would do all household chores for you, it doesn't matter if you feel sick or not.

-But it doesn't mean he would let you slack off. Your husband will make sure that you do some physical exercise that is safe for pregnant women and walk a little with you in the park everyday.

-"You feel tired today? Maybe you want something? Huh, just lay down with me and cuddle..?" - Samatoki's face quickly changed from worried to soft but smuggy expression as he embraced you gently. - "Oh, princess, of course.. Come here and tell me how your day was.."

-He's always so insightful.. So he would understand everything immediately, but wait for you to start this talk first.

-It's a serious conversation, after all, and he wants you to feel comfortable to share this important moment of you and his lifes.

-"Oh, my dear, you're pregnant? Of course I know..My servants already tell me you would be pregnant with the next prince of forestland.." - your husband nodded with a serious face. - "What? I didn't tell you I'm actually a great fairy king? Huhu, well, it's all a lie.."

-But actually Gentaro is really happy to be a father soon. He just can't help but tease you a little, so you would feel more relaxed about this.

-Surprisingly soft and caring, trying to give you the best treatment now. As he's always visiting his brother in hospital, Gentaro is acquainted with many people here and was able to find the best meds, doctors, clinics, you name it.

-Your husband may look like nothing will ever bother him, but actually he's quite nervous about your well-being, just not showing it. After all, he doesn't want you to get into real state, as you already have enough on your shoulders.

-So instead Gentaro would relieve his stress on paper, writing fairy tales for your kid and then read it to you before sleep, asking for your opinion.

-"Mm? Want me to write a story about our baby too?" - he smirks when you two are laying together in bed. - "Okay, but you need to give me some inspiration, darling.. Few kisses filled with your sincere love would be enough to fill me with the power of clairvoyance, and I will write the whole life story of our kid.."

#hypmic x reader #hypmic imagines #hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic ramuda #hypmic ramuda #ramuda x reader #ramuda amemura #ramuda amemura x reader #hypmic samatoki #hypnosis mic samatoki #samatoki aohitsugi #samatoki x reader #Samatoki Aohitsugi x reader #hypnosis mic gentaro #hypmic gentaro #gentaro x reader #gentaro yumeno #gentaro yumeno x reader

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sebsxphia · 2 years

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Ugh Rooster and inexperienced!reader just does something to my pussy me!

like imagine you aren't very comfortable for asking or initiating sex yet so you just kinda wait for Rooster to *respectfully* slam you against the wall and take you.

But Rooster picks up on some of the things you do when you need him, staring at him, biting your lip or whatever and gets all cocky about it. He'll pull those words out of you. He's teasing you like it's no one’s business, touching your pussy through your panties or just brushing his fingers over your tits.

"You need something dollface?"

"Come on use your words angel."

And you're like you know what I want and this man just chuckles acting all dumb.

"No I don't think I do sweets."

ME TOO

PUSSY OR ME??? WE’LL NEVER KNOW???? spoilers it’s both!!

oh he absolutely is doing all of this!!!!! calling you doll face in that low voice of his?????? i’m deceased!!!!!

it’s just a game to him and he loves seeing you get so flustered over literally nothing. he’s barely doing anything, just ghosting his fingers over you and you’re just salivating at the thought. he’d be so condescending with you too. “awh, my poor doll face doesn’t know what they want. oh well, guess we’ll just go to sleep then.”

he’s rolling over in bed before you start pawing at him to turn back around. “make me… make me feel good, please bradley.”

“how so, sweetheart?” he says with a coy grin.

thank you so so much for this dear anon!! i absolutely love this!! as much as we peg jake to be the cockiest, i think bradley is very capable!! 💌😵‍💫

#💌you’ve got mail #bradley bradshaw x you #bradley bradshaw x y/n #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster x reader #rooster x y/n #rooster x you

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roboraindrop · 6 days

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I think that Good Chu.cky™ would like to cuddle with me and that is something that can be backed up by canon kdjdjskh

#rain rambles #Dollface #cs3 spoilers

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whitegoldtower · 1 year

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Another day, another Skyrim OC. This time, meet my Breton, Dagduach. A forsworn native, he ended up in Cidhna Mine after a raid gone wrong.

He’s pure chaos, and Ondolemar has his interest piqued in the Forsworn. Dagduach trades info for gold and various other things, and he has a friends to enemies to lovers arc with Ondolemar (who he lovingly refers to as ‘Dolly’ or ‘Dollface’). Friends, as their relationship starts as stated above; enemies, then, as Ondolemar helps to bail him out of Cidhna Mine again but Dagduach refuses and escapes his own way with Madanach; and then to lovers after they meet up once more when Dagduach gets Ondolemar out of a sticky forsworn situation after the altmer’s curiosity and boredom causes him to yas too close to the sun. Spoiler: Dolly’s guards get killed by a rival Forsworn camp.

In short, Ondolemar and Dagduach end up roughing it outside in a tent, Ondolemar attempts to kill Dagduach for his betrayal, but the slippery little bastard positions Ondolemar’s dagger directly over his heart and tells him to either stab as deeply as he can or not to bother:

“If you’re going to attempt to kill me, you had better make sure I don’t get up.”

This takes Ondolemar by surprise, and Dagduach flips them over, disarming the altmer in the process. There’s a certain tension there in that quiet moment.

The tension snaps and they fuck 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻

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marryeddiemunson · 2 years

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STOLEN SMILE [♡] EDDIE MUNSON

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Marry Wheeler (fem!oc)

Summary: How much does it cost to be a Hero of the town? This is a spin-off scene of Ep.9 (Spoiler Alert), they survived from vecna.

Contents: Kinda Fluff, In love, Slow Burn, Flirting, and some scenes that are composed of little drama, and agony.

Authors notes: This will be my first time writing here. Likes and reblogs are appreciated. More Eddie stories to come, I hope~ fyi, I haven't proofread this ><.

Marry leans at the kitchen sink catching the warm light of the summer afternoon, with the eyeliner on her hand she tried to applied it on her own but her hands can't stop shaking making her attempt to fail.

'Maybe I should stop drinking coffee, my nerves won't let me do work' she sighs sadly. Eddie on the other hand-who have finished packing foods for the party, saw her struggle and decided to help.

His loud footsteps echoed, which she always recognized.

"Can I help you, princess?" He asked, tilting his head close to her face, her favorite minty musky fragrance of him engulfed her senses. She couldn't help but smile lovingly to her man, before pouting and protesting how she can't put her eyeliner.

Eddie pinched her nose and copied how she scrunched it as a response. "Flirt~"

"Just to you, princess." He laughed as he grabbed a chair for her to sit on and takes the eyeliner from her hand.

"You'll make me pretty, right?" She giggles. Putting her hands on his front pocket, keeping it warm. It becomes a habit, because of the different warmth Eddie emits, it always felt like home.

Those little tease, when she knew very well how skilled Eddie is in putting liners for obvious reason that he too, apply sometimes to himself.

"Dollface, even without this make up you are already beautiful-no scratch that, you are always gorgeous" he started to work on the right part but he paused for a very Eddie speech.

"Come to think of it, you never wear eyeliner before we date. Is it because you wanted to be as hot as me?" She raises her brows and shakes her head.

"Flattering your ego again, Eds?"

"Well, uhm am I not hot?" He asked, while messing with her ears. Eddie had always been like this for two reasons a.) flirting and b.) shyness. He finds something soft to fidget on, as to now it was Marry's ears.

"Hmmm.. Very much.. Very Hot" His grin grew wider from ear to ear, satisfied with her response and amused at her blushing face.

"Baby?"

""Hmmm?" He hummed softly, still focusing on applying the liner. Marry hesitated in continuing her sentences, it was like her insides are moving in a suffocating knot. She drew circles on Eddie's thigh, occasionally tracing the ripped part of his jeans.

" I was just thinking, what if I did my best to escape vecna's grasp and stop being weak to my fears.. Maybe you are not hurt, maybe I can still see your smile because if I'm being honest, I am starting to forget how those look. I am afraid I can't remember it and I don't want to. Was it worth it? To be a bait? To save the town who still think of us as evils?"

She didn't cry, he did. Eddie's eyes rimmed red from the ache he felt for both of them. Rumors are powerful enough to sinisterly scar a person's life even more painful that the physical wounds.

Marry felt it. "We took the risk, my love. We saved lives."

She traveled her hands around his neck, consciously recognizing the old stitches mark. The trembling hands of her sent shivers to him. These kinds of scars are the one hard to forget, it haunts both of them.

"I'll be here to remind you that you are fine now, we will be fine. I am more than willing to be your annoying alarm just to keep you off from those thoughts." He tucked the hair away from her face, while looking intently in her lovely face.

"You may not remember how I smile or look but I'd make sure you feel it"

"but how? hmmm?" she asked, and tightens her grasps in his pockets.

"I'll smile in your cheeks, and love love love you all the time, every waking day, night fall and scary times." he leaned closer to plant soft kisses to her temple, forehead, eyes, and her cheeks before smiling on her soft skin. He buried it almost harshly, squeezing those fluffy cheeks he adore. She giggles.

"I love that." She trapped him in a passionate kiss that lasted until they are out of breathe. They both let go, giggling.

Eddie reached for her hands, intertwining their fingers together at the process.

"Let me hold you, I won't let go." Eddie declared.

~ you have reached the end, Yay! I really hope I have put a smile on your face even for a while. Thank you for reading! <333 ~

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lex-munro · 1 year

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[Suicide Squad Scrap] Princess pt. 19

self-indulgent batjokes-flavored SS/BvS/JL, installment 19. i love, love, loved the BoP movie’s version of Huntress.

the piece as a whole is rated Mature for pervasive language, varying degrees of violence, use of controlled substances, sexual references, questionable ethics, and themes of mental illness. set from Flag’s POV, with references to (and oblique spoilers for) Birds of Prey, but not compliant with The Suicide Squad.

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“Are you sure about this?” Flag asks.

Lawton winces. “Am I sure it’s the right apartment? Yes. Anything else, less so.”

Flag scowls. “Wish she’d hurry up—Croc ain’t exactly inconspicuous.”

“Don’t hate me ‘cause I’m beautiful,” the big guy says loftily, rearranging the unconscious clown to brace some of the weight on his hip (Flag has a brief, extremely incongruous, flash of a mother with a sleeping toddler).

Lawton knocks again. “Hey, baby doll, it’s Floyd. In need of some assistance. I got the gang with me.”

There’s a scratching and clicking of several locks, then the door opens and a scrawny blond blur launches at Lawton.

“Ohmygod, Floyd! Oh, I missed you so much—did you hear how I kicked Black Mask’s ass? It was so cool, y’see, there was this diamond—”

“We need to get inside,” Flag interrupts. “Preferably before either GCPD or ARGUS find us.”

“Boy Scout, aw, I missed you, too—and Boomer, saw that wanted poster, looked great—and Croc, you—fuck no!” she screeches when she sees who Croc is carrying. “Sorry aboutcha, good luck.”

Flag manages to block her from closing the door, but she keeps pushing on it. “Quinn, it’s a favor for Batman.”

“Fuck him, too!” Harley growls. “He’s the one I got dumped for, anyhow!”

Lawton gets a hand on the door to help. “He’s on the squad, dollface. Five missions now, and he’s saved all our asses multiple times.”

“Yeah? Give him five minutes in the right mood, he’ll shoot ya instead. He’s a manipulator—a megalomaniac with some serious obsessive tendencies and violent manic-depressive episodes.”

“He coulda killed ya instead of dumping ya,” Ratcatcher points out.

“Who the hell are you, junior? You guys adoptin’ squirrels now?”

“Harley, Waller has been using him to fuck with Batman’s head,” Flag says. “So now she’s got Batman. As long as she doesn’t have Jay, she can’t make him do squat. If she gets him back, she’ll be able to command the guy who almost killed Superman.”

She pouts at him for a long time, then lets go of the door and stomps away. “Shit! I hate getting stuck between screwing over two people I hate!”

Flag follows her in.

“That sounded eventful,” says a brunette lounging in the corner with a glass of tequila and a freshly-bandaged wound on her arm.

Harley gestures carelessly. “Huntress, meet my old crew—Deadshot, Boy Scout, Boom-Boom, Croc-baby, Don’t-Know-Don’t-Care, and the steaming pile of shit who landed me on Romy’s little face-collecting list.”

“It’s Flag, actually,” Flag mutters. “Not Boy Scout. No matter what the resident clown might say when he wakes up.”

The brunette—Huntress—gestures with her drink. “Is he meant to be wearing a straitjacket?”

“Trust me, honey, he should be bound and gagged at all times,” Harley mutters, and steals a drink before giving back the glass.

“You don’t know shit,” says Ratcatcher. “Jay’s the only guy I know who doesn’t treat me like a freak.”

“Oh, yeah, you’re right, I only dated him for nine years… Newsflash, kiddo: if the Joker thinks you’re normal, you’re definitely a freak.” Harley shrugs at Croc. “You treat the kid like a freak?”

Croc shrugs back. “We got a fundamental disagreement on how delicious rats are.”

“He looks like he’s been poisoned,” says Huntress. She ambles closer. “Neurological shock, from the speed of his pulse. Harley, you remember when we ran into that guy at the Asylum? When we were visiting your girlfriend?”

“Ahaha, sh-she’s not my girlfriend,” Harley denies unconvincingly. She looks at Flag and shakes her head with a nervous grin. “She’s not my girlfriend. Pammy is just…you know, a former coworker who I maybe occasionally go to dinner with. We don’t like labels, and I’m not liking this judgmental atmosphere.”

Huntress blinks calmly. “Right, but you said she said something was going on in Arkham, some new doctor working for the warden was trying weird drugs on the patients.”

“Plant-derived neurotoxin, she said,” Harley confirms. “His ‘fear therapy’ or whatever. Didn’t work on Pammy, ‘cause she’s all immune to plant stuff.”

Flag snaps his fingers. “Waller said what she used on Jay was supposed to make people see their worst fears.”

“Holy shit, the Agency’s got their filthy mitts into Arkham!” Harley exclaims.

“Is he supposed to be that pale?” Huntress asks.

“Far as we know,” Flag answers. “But I’m impressed this shit did anything to him. He claims sedating him for eight hours took enough heroin to kill a hippo.”

Harley smirks. “Heh. Yeah, tons of folks have tried to put Puddin’ down with poison, but it never works.”

A sleeve of the straitjacket sluggishly points at her. “Not. Your goddamn. Puddin’.”

She rolls her eyes. “Nice of you to join us, ya festering maggot.”

Croc carefully sets Joker on his feet. “How’d you undo the strap?” he wonders.

“Where is he?” Joker asks, and Flag can make out a tremor in his voice.

“He stayed behind so we could get you out,” Flag says. “Wonder Woman offered us a ride, and the only place half of us had any resources was Gotham.”

Harley darts in just in time to cover Joker’s mouth with both hands to muffle a scream. “No!” she scolds. “No tantrums, no blood-curdling screams in the middle of the night, no laughing like a maniac and getting the attention of every asshole in the damn Bowery!”

When the screaming stops, Joker sways alarmingly, and they all reach to steady him (except Harley, who is wiping her palms on her pants with a look of utter disgust).

“Here, come on, let’s get you outta that,” Flag suggests, propping Joker up while Lawton starts unfastening things.

“That pretty little brain of yours got any suggestions yet?” Lawton asks as he works.

“Step one is always ‘get a crew,’” Joker says. “I need a gun.”

Once he’s undone the last strap, Lawton pulls the straitjacket off and tosses it aside. Then he holds out his own sidearm.

Joker smiles, but it’s a little limp, and his makeup is a tear-streaked, mask-smeared mess. “Don’t flirt too hard, Gun Bunny; you know I’m taken.”

“Can’t blame a guy for tryin’, Mister J,” Lawton teases. “Any thoughts on how we get your boy back?”

“Tons, sugar pie, tons. Best one so far is finding out what the fuck is up at Arkham. Anybody up for a break-in? Me ‘n Harls know the place inside-out.”

“Fuck no,” Harley says again. “Get your two-timing skank-ass the hell out, and don’t ever ask me for shit again. You’re lucky I don’t take a sledgehammer to your damn balls.”

“So over-sensitive,” Joker says with a roll of his eyes. “Gimme your phone, then.”

“No!”

“Then call Not-Jonny for me and tell ‘im I’m back in town.”

“His name’s Mike, you douchebag. Whyn’tcha just waltz in the front door and do it yerself?” Harley counters smugly. “Thaaaaat’s right, half your crew saw you melt in a cheesy puddle at Batman’s feet. Well, they’re Mikey’s crew now, Puddin’.”

Joker headbutts her before anyone can stop him. “I am not your goddamn Puddin’ anymore!” he snarls while she clutches her nose and swears. Huntress has a knife in her hand, suddenly, and a look in her eyes like she’s deciding who to stab first.

But Lawton has a good grip on Joker, and curls him into an almost-hug. “Come on, man, we need all the help we can get, relationship bullshit aside—”

“It’d serve you right if I called Satan up right now and had her haul you off to stick in some cage so you could sing pretty for him every time he did what she told him to,” Harley spits as she pinches her bleeding nose. “And it’d be all your fault, too, for givin’ in like you did. She never coulda got you in the first place if you hadn’t let him take you to Arkham.”

Just like that, all the fight goes out of him. He sags in Lawton’s grip and hoarsely says, “He made me promise. I told him not to come anymore. I told him to stay away. It’s not my fault. I told him.”

Flag stifles a sigh. Joker’s not going to do or say anything helpful while he’s in a guilty funk, so he turns his attention back to Harley. “Quinn,” he says. “You’re seriously not interested in helping us find out what Waller’s got this shady new Arkham staff doing to your girlfriend, even knowing we can use that leverage to save your home town’s favorite vigilante and end up looking like heroes while we beat the shit outta people? Just because your ex is a drama queen?”

She pouts at him like a rich teenager being told she can’t have a Ferrari for her birthday. “He lied to me!” she says triumphantly (must have been trying to think of something besides ‘drama queen’).

“Bullshit, I never lie,” Joker says in a flat, bored tone.

Rolling his eyes, Lawton turns the man until he’s nominally facing Harley.

“The Arkham sessions? When you talked so much about ‘feeling a soul-deep connection’?”

“Did I ever say I was talking about you? I thought you understood—you told me you understood. So who’s the liar, Harley?”

She stands there, glaring and pissed off, and she cries a little. And then she takes a breath, wipes her eyes, and says, “What the hell do you see in a guy who took twenty years to figure out he was in love with you?”

“He hurts me juuuuust right,” Joker replies, and it’s hard to tell if it’s serious or teasing. Then he grins his perturbing shark-grin and adds, “Plus, he scares the shit outta me, and I’ve never been scared of anything. So that’s pretty hot.”

Harley gives a tired laugh. “Jesus, you’re messed up. Fine. Jailbreak or smash-n-grab?”

“Why not both?” says Huntress.

“Whatchu talkin’ ‘bout?” Croc counters in a decent Gary Coleman impression.

“Harley, you said your ex used to be a big deal before he got put away again, so…why not have them do a high-profile break-out while the Birds of Prey do a low-profile break-in?”

“And nobody would think it’s weird that some semi-famous guy is busting out a bunch of randos?” Ratcatcher says, confused. (“Semi-famous!” Joker squawks.)

Digger shrugs. “Who can fathom the mad whims of the Clown Prince of Crime?”

Joker tilts his head. “Who’s in maxsec besides Ivy? Are Eddie and Tetch still there?”

Harley nods. “And yer boy nabbed Harv two weeks ago, and Arnie had a little whoopsie at Blackgate and ended up back in Arkham, too.”

Joker goes perfectly still—Flag can’t decide if it’s stupid or brave that Lawton still has a grip on him.

Harley makes a smug face again. “Scarface is in PE.”

“Patient personal effects,” Flag says as Croc and Ratcatcher both bemusedly echo the abbreviation.

Joker chuckles, and Harley hurriedly covers his mouth again as he dissolves into hysterics.

“I see those gears turnin’,” Flag comments. “What’s the plan, princess?”

Harley wipes her hands again. “Scarface ‘n Mister J have been old buds since they took down Carmine Falcone together. Scarface wanted the turf, and Mister J just wanted to beat the old man’s face in with a blender.”

“Because he shot your man,” Digger says like he finally understands something that’s been puzzling him. “Falcone was all proud and shit, ‘oh, I shot Batman, I shot Batman, I’m so cool, you bitches should work for me’ and then BAM, they find him crucified on his son’s car with hamburger where his face used to be. So we’re recruiting Scarface?”

“That whacko?” laughs Harley. “Nuh-nuh-no. Pretend you’re there for him and Eddie; let them run around loose, making mayhem; rescue my Pammy; and bug out. Meanwhile, the quality will be heistin’ the computers, looking for whatever we can get on Strange, his new doctors, and whatever drugs they’re testing. Montoya knows what kinda stuff holds up. And if anything goes hinky, Canary can just knock ‘em flat.”

Joker just calmly points to Harley. “What she said. Dirty deets depend on whether I can get my mitts on my chemistry set. Let’s go see Not-Jonny.”

“You up to it?” Lawton asks. “We could get some sleep and some food, first, let the rest of that nasty shit work its way outta your system…she won’t dare treat him like she treats us, so we got some time.”

“I wanna wear my own clothes again,” Joker says.

Yeah, they’ve all been there.

“Okay,” says Flag. “Mikey first.”

Harley wiggles a phone with a vibrantly over-decorated case. “He’s at your place with the boys. I told him I was sendin’ a surprise that’s just to die for.” And she flashes her own version of Joker’s not-really-happy-but-actually-murderous shark grin.

Flag nods. “Jones, Arcee, stay here to keep these lovely ladies safe in case Waller tracked us.”

“No fracking way!” says Ratcatcher. “This is gonna be hella-mega-epic. I wanna watch Mister J school these fools for not believing in the power of love.”

“Well, too bad, because none of us is going anywhere alone, even Croc, so—”

“I’ll stay here!” Digger volunteers immediately. “I’m an absolute coward, Flag, you know that… And anyhow, I figure me ‘n Harl can catch up.”

“He wishes,” snickers Ratcatcher, making primitive lewd gestures with her hands.

“Fine, whatever!” Flag consents. “Let’s get moving.”

.End.

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