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Summary: Sometimes he did want to rev up his Harley (Vroom, Vroom)
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Sometimes (just sometimes) he did get that awful urge. One of those few cravings that reminded him that he was human-or, as close to human as a naturally white, naturally emerald haired, merciless killer could be. He'd try, oh he'd try, ignoring it, maybe beat her a little bit, make the feeling go away for a bit. But the itch had to be scratched, and he'd punish her for making him lust. He'd feed the beast, but he'd penetrate her so hard, and carelessly that she'd bleed endlessly. He'd let her know even though he goaded her, she wouldn't get away with it. She would pay. Little did she know that he felt powerless at those moments, confused to no end about his disgusting attraction to Harley. She was a pest, insanity had robbed her of her intelligence, but sometimes he found her so irresistible, with her bottle blonde pigtails that he'd pounce. Furiously.
It was time to feed the beast.
A swift kick to the shins, and he'd see those tears in her eyes, little watery stars that would fall down her soft features, but he didn't take them in. He couldn't put it off any longer; his libido was in full swing, controlling him. Now, he was just going through the motions to get what he wanted. Take the flimsy shirt off (tear it off actually) and cup her breasts, squeezing them, digging his long nails into them. The bra would come off, and the nipples would stiffen, making him harden himself. Closes would be off, and he'd be on top, "dirty talking" her until she was whimpering, in her and out until she'd sob. Yet, he knew how much she loved it, so he'd keep going, cum mixing with blood, kisses mixing with bites.
And when it was over, she cry, but he knew she'd back as soon as he could go again. But this was her time to reign, a sick routine they had worked out through over the years. She'd bound over, eyes puffy (she looked so pretty when she cried, but he'd tell her she looked like a whore) but smile wide, roaming his body like a battlefield, and he'd tell her "Daddy likes that," and "You bad girl…do it again!" She would, suckling, nibbling, making little pink marks on his chalk white skin. But when he climaxed, when he got what he wanted, he'd shove her off, back to being inhuman, back to the world where normal urges were alien, until the next time the beast's appetite got too big, and he'd indulge. But of course, he'd hurt her to let her think he was in charge, when in reality, he was all hers.
Sometimes he did want to rev up his Harley.
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I thought up that infamous Mad Love quote today, and was like…does the Joker get horny, ever? So this was created, dark, twisted, angsty, get fluffy…sorta.
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