No Event/No Aphro Needed/Locked to brothercumface

[super_sane]

Joker was, to put it lightly, highly pissed. He had let Minatsuki kill him because he though he could escape! Instead it seemed the Hotel let him live, or at least made sure he woke back up here. Seething he kicks his door open, looking all sorts of enraged as he steps out into the hallway.

"I hate hate hate this place!"

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[brothercumface]

She'd been shopping. Just a little - and just for some chocolate and a new skirt - and was just about done for the day when she'd heard the scream. It was common in this place - she hated this place, too. But there wasn't much anyone could do about it and she had half a mind to shout for the little fucker to shut the hell up and cry quietly when...

Hold up. She knew that voice - and hell, she could even perfectly recall the man's face just based on the sound of his voice. A shiver ran up Minatsuki's spine and she all but dropped the bag containing her goodies the second she rounded a corner and spotted none other than...

"You." she hissed loudly. One of the main men who tormented her in this place and...fuck, she didn't even know whether to be angry or happy that he'd returned. And either way, she didn't move, waiting for him to take notice of her.

[super_sane]

Joker hears her and locks eyes with her, his anger flaring even more. "Me? You mean you! What's the matter, huh? Couldn't kill me right!? Don't tell me you let me live!?" He seemed upset he was alive here still...

[brothercumface]

She all but jumped at his tone, another shiver running up her spine and... Well, Minatsuki couldn't deny or suppress the childish grin that was curving her lips. The brunette giggled slightly and started to walk down the hall with a casual swing in her hips. But walking became tiresome, and the Deadman broke into a run, a fast sprit, jumping the second she was within his personal space.

Both arms looped around the Joker's neck and she hung there, thighs snapping around his hips so that the man was holding her off the ground, whether he looped his arms under her backside to support her weight. A cold nose dug into his neck, just under his ear and Minatsuki breathed in the scent that...had honestly become familiar and comforting, and caused the brunette to recall each time he raped her with a different tint of color and sexuality. She had...sort of missed him. Stockholm syndrome.

More like "Joker's Awesome Syndrome"

[super_sane]

More like "Joker's Awesome Syndrome". The madman blinks in surprise, but decides to go with it, wrapping his arms around her and cupping her ass firmly, a cheek gripped in each hand. He had sort of missed her too--he loved taking her, forcing her to give in to herself and her body, even fighting her, bashing her, getting bashed.

"Miss me that much?" He asks in a low tone, almost...soothing, in a way. She was his little pupil of sorts, after all. He could teach her so many things! Like how to suck a dick without gagging all over it, or how to kill somebody, and alllllllllllll the happy ways to do it!