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was their marriage perfect? no… it EXPLODED like a bomb ages ago. when her DESIRE for the dark side overtook her LOVE for him. but despite all the fighting, the arguments and everything else, she NEVER thought anything would tear them apart.

she was wrong.

she was dead fucking wrong.

“No, that still just makes you the idiot. I’m not having a child outside of our fuckin’ marriage.” she throws their union out there like it still means something. like the vows she recited to him filled with LOVE and HOPE in front of god knows how many people meant the same as they did now.

until death does them part is a fucking JOKE.

“How…how could you do this to me?” the game was OVER and she never felt more like a LOSER than she did in this moment.

What’s done is done. They can fight. They can come to blows until the whole house crumbles from their wrath. It doesn’t change a damn thing. It doesn’t erase the past. Bruce settles into a chair, erection long ago faded, but his desire for scotch still potent. He considers his words in the silence, knowing that he won’t be afforded it much longer.

“I don’t know. I guess at some point I started hating you as much as I hate myself.” But there’s so much more to it than that, isn’t there? The truth was he loved Selina. He loved her more than someone you just have an affair with. She was his first love, and sometimes, he thought, when things were rough with Harley, that Selina was his only true love.

Until Diana. Yes, that Diana. She was a light in his dark, dark world. She gave out love without expecting anything in return. But she was never his to have.

He looks at Harley. It’s like trying to find his heart in a pile of ashes. For a second, he witnesses a flicker of what used to be there. Of the love he had for her. It used to burn like an inferno.

“I don’t know,” he repeats. “It wasn’t intentional,” he says. “I don’t even think I really love her. The problem is I’m not sure I love you, either.”

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harley knew what she was doing laying the j bomb on bruce. getting entangled with the CLOWN PRINCE wasn’t intentional but he shared her same pension for CHAOS and the union – especially when she was on the outs with bruce – made sense. the fact that he was also bruce’s greatest NEMESIS was also an added bonus.

“—–or maybe I won’t come back at all!” she shouted back, not entirely sure if she meant the words coming out of her mouth but was CARELESSLY throwing them out there anyways. “He fucks me better than you ever could, anyways.”

ANOTHER low blow. but before she could hurl anymore insults his way, her heart drops. spinning around in his direction, the RAGE is gone from her eyes, expression faltering as she process his words.

“You’re full of shit.” if she didn’t know any better, her voice CRACKED when she spoke. “I know you aren’t that stupid.”

How much of an asshole is he for enjoying the way Harley’s face crumbles? It gives him a sick advantage point over her. As if they’re in some twisted competition. If they are, he’s pretty sure that they’re both losing very badly.

However, he wishes that this time he was just teasing her. That this was just false ammunition that would turn into vivacious sex after she called him out on his bluff. But he’s not a liar. He’s too old, too tired, to lie about something like this.

“ Think for yourself. I’m stupid enough to be married to someone who considers the guy who mistakes the cliterous for a torture device as the better fuck.” Which he doesn’t believe for one second, by the way. Maybe it’s his ego. Maybe it’s the fact that he knows no one else knows Harley’s body as well as he does.

Either way, he’s grabbing himself another drink before looking at her.

“ We’re both stupid enough, Harley. ”

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@geniusfuturist | bruce wayne (mr. and mrs. smith verse)

“SHIT!”

the blonde cursed loudly after seeing the time. heel covered feet SLAM on the gas, the sleek luxury car SPEEDING down the suburban streets at RECKLESS pace. a sharp turn has tires SCREECHING as she pulls up to the home she shared with her husband. FRANTICALLY pressing on the garage door opener, she rushes to park the car before dashing out of the vehicle.

time is ticking away, a mental countdown going off in her brain as she runs up the steps and disappears into their bedroom. pressing a few buttons on key pad TRANSFORMS her already oversized closet into a hideaway where guns, knives, wigs and a host of other job related items are sheltered from view.

knee high boots, brunette wig and her trusty gun are stashed away, swapped out for the GENERIC wardrobe of a suburban housewife. it’s not a role she’s FOND of playing but settling into a NORMAL life was the best way to remain undercover.

by the time she makes it down the steps and into the kitchen, the VENEER is on full display. dinner is in the process of getting made when she hears movement at the front door.

PERFECT TIMING.

grabbing a bottle of beer and nudging the refrigerator door closed with her hip, she’s all smiles by the time her husband, Bruce, walks into the house. “Hey, honey.” she stated, raising up on tip toes to kiss him SWEETLY on the lips. “Just in time, dinners almost ready.”

Jesus fuck. He’s getting too old for this. His bones are on the verge of cracking with every step that he takes forwards. He’s biding his time outside the house, trying to find his mask of a good, happy husband. The kind who always compliments his wife’s cooking and brings her flowers home. Shit. He forgot the flowers. Not to mention, there’s a a spec of blood embedded into the thread of his shirt that he can’t be bothered to dab at.

Oh fucking well. He proceeds forward, wearing a smile that makes him look like a jerk off. Hey, at least it doesn’t resemble an assassin. Everyone assumes he just has bad bones. They like to make jokes that Harleen is running him ragged around the house. There are a select few who know the truth.

A select few who are not his wife.

“ Hey, baby,” he greets her with false cheer, pulling on her hips while she offers him a demure kiss. He takes the beer gladly, nearly finishing half of it off in one gulp. And he swears, in this moment, if he had his gun, he’d off himself. Because the smell of meatloaf is wafting from the kitchen. And he’d rather fucking die than have another one of Harley’s meatloafs.

He puts back on his happy face, as he pulls his wife to him, suddenly very invested in kissing at her neck and nibbling with his teeth. “What if I’m more interested in dessert?”

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THE POUT ON HER LIPS BECOMES MORE PROMINENT.

blue eyes batting at him, FEIGNING innocence they both know she doesn’t possess. it’s TRUE – she does indeed take advantage of his LOVE for her. and, up until this point, it’s worked in her favor.

“Awwww, don’t be like that.” she cooed, thumb brushing across his lower lip to wipe away the blood. “Don’t be such’a GRUMPY GUS.” licking the blood of her digit, she continues. “I was only playin’ ‘round – can’t ya take a JOKE”

He’s not amused in the least. Before he knew she was a basket case, he never fell for the puppy dog expression. He’s definitely not going to start now. Instead, he grasps at her wrists as if they are incapable of breaking and forces her to look at him.

“Is your mouth only good for telling jokes?” He asks, a curious expression on his face. “If my memory serves me, it has other uses, too.” He’s already guiding her hands to the bulge in his pants.

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somewhere between all the MURDER and CRIME, their marriage shifted. they now seemed to only get off on this TWISTED cat and mouse game where harley wasn’t too sure EITHER of them came out as the winner.

it was no longer about WHO was right or wrong but who could push the other far enough to SNAP. tonight, bruce was testing her fucking patience and harley’s PISSED that she was falling for it so easily.

a bitter S C O F F leaves her lips. moving to her feet and tugging down her skirt in the process. “Fuck this and fuck you, Bruce.” harley spat out, words laced with VENOM as the continued to speak. “I don’t need this, I’m spending the night with Jay tonight.”

She knows how to boil his blood. Already, the heat is consuming his stern features. He’d rather lock her up in their room, then let her go out with him. It repulses him, Harley. That you let such a repellent creature inside yourself. It makes him not inclined to touch you for a very, very long time. Maybe he’ll call Selina back after all.

“ Don’t bother to come home tomorrow night. You know it disgusts me when you taste like his cheap cologne. ” He looks at her then like she’s some specimen. Like she’s not his wife, but some wretched creature he plucked off the streets.

He takes another gulp of scotch. Then, another. “Selina’s late. And I’m not referring to being late to a place in time.” He finishes his glass. Pours another. Let Harley wrap her mind around that.

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the pleasure is TAKEN away from her almost as quickly as it was GIVEN.

caught off guard it’s no surprise she UNGRACEFULLY falls from his lap, hitting the ground with a light T H U D. if that didn’t snap her back to reality then, surely, the mention of HER was enough to IGNITE another emotion inside of her.

“She call to tell you she’s got RABIES or FLEAS?” she countered, starring DAGGERS at her husband. the feline was a PAIN in her ass and a SORE subject in the wayne household. “I warned you about havin’ a SOFT SPOT for strays.”

A certain saying comes to mind. The one that claims, she’s cute when she’s angry. Except you’d never catch Bruce dead uttering such a phrase. Anyway, Harley is less a teddy bear, and more a vivacious predator in the wild. He can practically witness her nails grow into claws and her teeth shift into fangs. Cats aren’t the only species keen to scratch eyes out.

“Hmm.”

It’s a noncommittal grunt that reveals less than nothing about what’s on Bruce’s mind. His cock is reaching to poke at his stomach, but his dress pants disallow it, causing a rather severe bout of discomfort. He’s almost tempted to have his way with her, panties be damned. Too bad he has remarkable restraint.

Instead, he grabs at a forgotten glass of scotch, lifting its contents to his mouth and indulging in a large portion.

“ I hope not. I’d hate for her to accuse me of transferring them to her. ” Finally, he smiles.

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the moan she lets out is SICKENINGLY sweet. they both know she’s far from it, despite what her soft COOS let out as he literally rips the clothing off of her lower frame. while she loves him, THIS version of him – wild, untamed and carnal – is her favorite of them all.

“I don’t remember.” she responded, biting back a smirk. “Why don’cha y’remind me?”

Wrong answer.

He’s tempted to shred the panties, or to rub them against her clit. But Harley is not deserving of one or the other. Instead, Bruce tugs at her hips again, gracelessly pulling her off and away from him. He proceeds to stand, leaving her in a pool around his feet. His cock is straining against his pants, but you’d never guess it was bothering him, by the stoic expression on his features.

“Selina called.”

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“I thought I was every night.” she countered before an audible G A S P left her lips. bent over, she arches her back just right, wiggling her ass teasingly at him. “What’s the special occasion?”

He’s never been the type to waste breath on words. Actions are more potent. Actions are what makes the world go round. His hand is mammoth against her lithe frame. He fucking loves. With his palm, he squeezes the cheek of her ass, before moving to destroy her skirt. It’s ruined, in pieces. Good.

“What is the rule about wearing panties?”

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“Someone’s feelin’ frisky.”

He’s not inclined to wait tonight. A man molded down to carnal instinct, that’s him. His hands pull at her hips until she’s spread out across his lap on her chest, perky ass in the air.

“You’re mine tonight.”

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Spanks Harley’s ass.

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“How ‘bout we call it a TRUCE?” a BOLD statement from a woman whose transformed from WIFE to ENEMY. crawling onto the oversized king bed they share, she straddles his lap. “I’m tired of FIGHTIN’, baby.” she pouted, fingers tracing along the FRESHEST bruises on his body that were her doing.

He grits his teeth as she touches him, metaphorically poking the bear from its slumber. There’s no calm with her. She is a sea of waves constantly destined to crash against the shoreline. And it’s him that drowns every single time. He shows her his teeth, a dribble of blood on his lip from where be bit down.

“I don’t respond well to your tricks anymore. Not tonight, Harley.”

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“OOPSIE DAISY!”

the laughter that followed with JOY and GLEE was a sign that harley was anything but SORRY. she couldn’t quite see the DESTRUCTION and MAYHEM she caused but the distant sound of SIRENS – surely either the police or fire department – told harley all she needed to.

his body weight on top of her is met with an OOMPH. a part of her REVELING in the fact that no matter how much BAD she does, he’ll still choose HER over everything else.

“Ooooh, someone’s feelin’ FRISKY t’night.” she giggled, the wide smile never leaving her red stained lips. “Brucey, baby, don’t get your spandex in a twist. I was only havin’ a lil’ FUN!”

HER BRAND OF FUN GETS PEOPLE KILLED.

It tears families apart. It robs parents from their children.

It’s CHAOS and MADNESS and all that Bruce risks his life to STOP. He has ended the reign of criminals much worse than Harley Quinn. Ended their lives, too. And wouldn’t it be easy to end hers? She’s fragile beneath him. A LITTLE GIRL to his mammoth man. He knows myriad ways to end her life now. The right twist of his body. Or perhaps the pressure points of her neck.

That’s how he finds his gloved hands wrapped around her neck.The bones are delicate beneath his unforgiving grasp.

" You DISGUST me. ”

He squeezes her neck. Then his lips are meeting hers.

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EVERYTHING HAPPENED SO FAST.

there wasn’t much time to think or gather her belongings. as the door was SLAMMED shut right in her face – the only place she could think go was with HIM. no matter how much time has passed or ill will there was between them, she knew he didn’t possess the will to say NO to her. the same way she couldn’t stay no matter how much she tried.

his COLDNESS is oddly comforting. the SILENCE and the BROODING saying more than he ever could out loud. he wasn’t much of a talker, which harley didn’t mind cause she wasn’t in the mood for pouring her heart art right now anyways.

“Thanks…” she muttered lowly, sugar and cream dumped into the mug before taking a sip. the warmth immediately flowing through her body. “…promise I won’t be too much of’a nuisance.”

THE SILENCE BETWEEN THEM CARRIES A PROMISE.

No. Bruce flinches at the word. Promise. Neither of them are in any position to hand those out. Nor will they ever be. Promises are fragile. They break. People swear they won’t. But they do. Even the Batman has a list of broken promises that follow him like a trail of ghosts.

He won’t add Harley to that particular list of failures. She deserves better than that. Than him. And he doesn’t just mean Joker. There’s no good men in Gotham. Never forget that means Bruce, too. He’ll simply break you in different ways.

“ He hurt you. ” A statement of fact. As clear and concise as though Bruce were commenting on the lousy Gotham weather. His eyes are downcast, unmoving. Nonetheless, it bleeds out from him. How much she cares. He wonders if she knows how close he is to killing him.

Someone has to clean the trash from the city, after all.

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MENTALLY SHE’S CURSING HERSELF FOR BEING SO FUCKING STUPID.

it was no secret that her dreams and expectations were SKY HIGH. that she wanted MORE for her life than what her deadbeat father and overworked mother could provide. yes, tony was a way out – a means to an end, a bank account, a sugar daddy, if you will.

but somewhere down the line between all the hot sex, late nights and sneaking around harleen quinzel fucked up.

she was in love with him.

and the bitter fact that he was still married was a constant reminder of everything she COULD have but didn’t.

her clothes were carelessly discarded around the bedroom, harley picking up her pnaites only to realize they were in RUINS which didn’t help the VICIOUS glare she shot in his direction from across the room at his smart ass comment.

“I’m bein’ serious! I’m –.” and then she comes to a sudden pause, the velvet box making her freeze in place. an audible G A S P sounding at the BLINDING sparkle from the oversized diamond ring. “What the fuck is this, Tony?” it may’ve sounded like a dumb question but it wasn’t when it came to all things tony stark. he could DO one thing but it could mean something entirely DIFFERENT.

DOES TONY HAVE A CLUE WHAT HE’S DOING? NO. BUT BY GOD, THAT’S NOT GOING TO STOP HIM.

The velvet box is heavy in his hands. Probably because it carries the weight of his heart. Before, there was just a hole there instead of a beating organ. Now he’s inflated from its presence. And it’s all for her. For Harleen. This isn’t the love story you’ve read in your romance books or seen on whatever bullshit is on television. This started as a love for her pussy and became a love for her... okay, we’re off track here. The point is that he can’t seem to live without her. She’s pretty much his first thought in the morning and definitely his first thought at nice.

And that’s as close to love as he’s going to get. Not bad for a guy with every commitment issue under the sun.

“Harley. Baby. ”

His tongue doesn’t so much say her name as it caresses it. As it holds it tight and never wants to release it. Tony Stark is addicted to many things, but none of them come close to the love he has for her.

And for her? For her, he’ll collapse onto his knees. A naked beggar pleading with his goddess to bless him. His hands touch the curve of her hips, and his tongue traces hearts on the sweet plane of her belly. God, he wants her to be his.

“ Do you know how happy you make Daddy? ”

He holds the velvet box up to her like a prize. Inside is the most expensive and admired diamond he could find. Just for her. He continues, “This is a token of that.”

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IT COULDN’T BE SAID HARLEY DIDN’T TRY TO SPICE UP THEIR MARRIAGE.

not that it lacked in the PASSION department – they hadn’t been able to keep their hands off of one another since harleen met bruce at a gala. but even the blonde could admit to being BORED with the MUNDANE routine that came along with their lives among gotham’s elite.

“Yes my – !!” the words are suddenly cut off as she’s knocked off of her feet. still gripping onto the detonator, THANKFULLY the only thing she loses is her balances as her body hits the ground with a loud THUD. “Oh Brucey, you really shouldn’t have done that.” the jester tsked, thumb pressing down on the button of the detonator.

KABOOM!!

bye, bye gotham metropolitan museum.

GOD DAMN IT, HARLEEN.

A more poetic person would indeed describe the ensuring explosion as fireworks. An eruption of colors. Cynicism enables Bruce to see it for what it is. The loss of innocent life. Destruction of a breathing entity. It tears him to shreds. More blood on his hands that he cannot undo. More people whose lives ended because of him.

And yet, what is his reaction? To hurl himself across Harley. To cover her body with his. He won’t risk even a sliver of debris to touch her, to harm her. He’s crushing her with his weight, but he won’t relent until the coast is clear. In a city full of millions, he chooses to protect her.

It’s not an honorable choice. But he never claimed to be an honorable man.

“ WHY?! ” he demands, his voice forceful in her ear. He wants to choke the life out of her. He wants to shake her until this obsession towards destruction is shedded.

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SHE DIDN’T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK SHE EXPECTED WHEN SHE SHOWED UP AT THE MANOR.

neither of them were good with the soft and cuddly type. they were even worse when it came to their feelings. and yet, here she was, expecting NOTHING but wanting EVERYTHING. even if she didn’t know what exactly everything entailed.

“Cause I had nowhere else t’go.” she admitted, the truth bitter on her tongue. grabbing the creamer, she dumps some into the mug, along with an obscene amount of sugar. hoping the SWEETNESS would wash away the bitter aftertaste that lingered on her tongue. “Y’want me t’leave?”

" You know the answer to that. ”

But Bruce should say it anyways. Neither should he have such a gruff voice when speaking to her. His face is always pinched, as though he’s endlessly annoyed. That’s not the case. Never is it the case when it comes to Harley. He should do better. But something, be it mother nature or a bat habit, stops him.

What does he want? What would he do if he could do all that he could? He’d start by brushing the loose strands of blonde hair splayed across her face. He’d cradle her cheek and whisper promises into her ear. It doesn’t happen, though. He remains seated, inches away from her, but those inches create a gulf between them.

“ You always have a place here. ”

With him.

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nsfw prompts that don’t sound like a bad porno

i’m always tired of seeing the cringiest sentence starters for smut so i’m back at it again kids. feel free to adjust sentences or specify who does the action.

ACTIONS: 1. for one muse to give the other oral 2. to skinny dip with my muse 3. to shower with my muse 4. to take a hot bath with my muse 5. for sex in public 6. for sex in the car 7. to catch my muse naked 8. to undress my muse 9. for sparring to turn into sex 10. for an argument to turn into sex 11. for make up sex 12. for friends with benefits sex 13. to tie up my muse 14. to blindfold my muse 16. to make one muse watch the other masturbate 17. for a threesome (specify muses) 18. for one muse to wake the other by fingering them/giving a handjob 19. for one muse to deny the other orgasm 20. for angry sex 21. for break up sex 22. for sex after a near death experience 23. for after battle sex 24. for sex to get revenge on an ex 25. for one muse to give the other a lap dance or strip tease 26. to make my muse whimper 27. for one muse to take the other from behind 28. for sex against the wall 29. for sex on a table/counter/desk 30. for sex in a pool/hot tub 31. for one muse to choke the other 32. for rough sex 33. for our muses to try a new position 34. for our muses to try a new kink together 35. for one muse to use a toy on the other 36. for one muse to sit on the other’s face

WORDS: “touch me.” “kiss me here.” “you have to be quiet if you want to cum.” “say my name.” “oh fuck-” “i need you so bad.” “i’m so wet right now.” “i want you to touch yourself for me.” “let me hear you, baby.” “come for me.” “i want to hear you cum.” “harder.” “i need to feel you.” “i want you.” “you’re so hot.” “can i come yet?” “please, baby—” “i’m so close.” “i told you to be quiet.” “i told you to stay still.” “are you gonna be good for me?” “i promise i’ll be good.” “i’m not done with you yet.” “i’ve been waiting all day…” “you’re all i want.” “just kiss me, i can’t take this anymore.” “just shut up and fuck me.” “i’m gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop.” “say please.” “i could’t stop thinking about you all day.” “your fingers feel so good.” “your mouth feels so good.” “i want your fingers inside me.” “i want it to hurt.” “more—” “i want you to forget everything and everyone else but me.” “make me forget.” “i just want to feel something.” “make me.” “be quiet.” “they’re gonna catch us—” “yes— right there.” “that feels so good.” “does that feel good?”

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