[thread] ...WHAT?!
Who: Belial, Harley Quinn, and Larxene.
Where: Belial's demented Circus in the Abyss
When: Morning-ish, the night after Harls is broken out of the slammer.
Summary: Harley realizes that Mistah J isn't who she thinks he is.
Rating: A very serious R for sexual situations, violence, language, you name it.
Other: lolol
Harley'd slept better than she had in weeks.
She accounted part of it to the fact that she was sleeping in a real bed for the first time since she'd been incarcerated, but the rest of it definitely had to do with the manner in which she'd fallen asleep. Wrapped in the warm arms of her Daddy-kins, her sweet, sweet honeycakes. He'd shown her just how much he'd loved her - several times, in fact - and she couldn't be any happier if she tried.
Memories fluttered on the back of her eyelids pleasantly; what a perfect way to wake up, hm? She stretched languidly, wiping the corner of her mouth where she'd been drooling when her other hand hit warm skin. She sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she tilted her upper body, glossy blue eyes lazily searching for her Puddin'.
"Oh, you already awake, Pudd--"
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She gave a shriek, reaching down to grasp a handful of the bedsheets and hastily pull them up and over her chest. "H-hey!! Who let you in here?!"
There was a half-naked clown in a top hat and little else leisurely sprawled next to her, opium pipe in one hand. What the hell?! "Get outta here!! G-Geez, what are ya, loony tunes?! If Mistah J walks in here and sees you like this, you're a dead man, buck-o, dead!"
Where: Belial's demented Circus in the Abyss
When: Morning-ish, the night after Harls is broken out of the slammer.
Summary: Harley realizes that Mistah J isn't who she thinks he is.
Rating: A very serious R for sexual situations, violence, language, you name it.
Other: lolol
Harley'd slept better than she had in weeks.
She accounted part of it to the fact that she was sleeping in a real bed for the first time since she'd been incarcerated, but the rest of it definitely had to do with the manner in which she'd fallen asleep. Wrapped in the warm arms of her Daddy-kins, her sweet, sweet honeycakes. He'd shown her just how much he'd loved her - several times, in fact - and she couldn't be any happier if she tried.
Memories fluttered on the back of her eyelids pleasantly; what a perfect way to wake up, hm? She stretched languidly, wiping the corner of her mouth where she'd been drooling when her other hand hit warm skin. She sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she tilted her upper body, glossy blue eyes lazily searching for her Puddin'.
"Oh, you already awake, Pudd--"
...
....
.....
She gave a shriek, reaching down to grasp a handful of the bedsheets and hastily pull them up and over her chest. "H-hey!! Who let you in here?!"
There was a half-naked clown in a top hat and little else leisurely sprawled next to her, opium pipe in one hand. What the hell?! "Get outta here!! G-Geez, what are ya, loony tunes?! If Mistah J walks in here and sees you like this, you're a dead man, buck-o, dead!"